Brian Kinney smiled as the cell phone in his overcoat's pocket began to vibrate. He knew, without even so much as bothering to remember he had caller i.d., that it was Justin Taylor on the other line.

In as true a Brian Kinney manner he could, he casually pulled the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, his greeting that of his last name and Kinnetic.

"Hey, Bri." Justin's voice flowed to Brian's ear, causing him, almost regrettably, to smile even more.

"Hey, Sunshine." Brian said casually, leaning back in his chair, running his free hand through his free flowing brown hair.

"I was beginning to think you were never going to call." he teased, eyes grinning mischievously.

Justin chuckled on the other line, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"We had a commitment. You know I don't fall back on commitment." he retorted, falling back onto his new apartment's couch, resting his free arm above his head, crossing his ankles on the arm of the couch.

Brian suddenly found himself frowning, missing Justin more from hearing the depth of his sexy voice.

When Brian didn't reply to Justin's statement, Justin cleared his throat into the phone.

Brian shook his head, as if coming out of a trance, or some form of hypnosis, and looked down at his lap.

"I..." he began, not knowing where to go, how to say everything he wanted to. It had taken more than enough out of him to simply tell Justin that he loved him. How was he to say he missed him, that he wanted nothing but to be by his side, lying in the comfort of the loft's bed?

Justin nodded as he heard Brian speak, cradling the phone as close as he could to himself.

"I know." he said softly, knowing that it was hard for Brian to show affection, let alone speak it.

Brian sighed, missing his Sunshine more and more with each unspoken word.

He bit at his lower lip as silence overtook the pair, yet again.

"You don't have to tell me you miss me, Brian. I know you do." Justin spoke for him.

Brian laughed heartily.

"Quite confident, there, aren't you?" he teased, raising his eyebrows in amusement as Justin so obviously grinned at his response.

As Justin began to speak again, his roommate entered into the apartment.

"Justin, I need to borrow your phone." he said.

Justin rolled his eyes.

"Again, Marty?" he asked, growling low in his throat.

"You're shacking up with a Marty?" Brian asked, amused.

"Behave." Justin warned, glaring up at Marty, who had begun to tap his foot impatiently.

"I have to go." Justin said into the phone's reciever.

Brian frowned.

So soon? he thought.

"I'm sorry, Brian, I really thought we'd have the time to catch up." Justin apologized, speaking sympathetically.

Brian smiled, again, at Justin's kind words.

"Gotta do what you gotta do." he spoke, tapping his right hand on his desk.

"I'll call you tonight, Brian. Love you." Justin said, pausing before hanging up, hoping, almost praying, that Brian would respond.

But, in true Brian Kinney manner, Brian did not, simply uttering his goodbye and shutting the phone.