I DON'T OWN QUEER AS FOLK, NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL.

Post 513, Justin went to New York, hated it, came back to Brian, and everything was as it should be.

Remember when Brian was going to go to Mardi Gras in Sydney but never ended up going because of the bomb in 510? Well he finally made it to Mardi Gras (and yes that is how you spell it, i checked) and Justin was right by his side.

By the way, I'm Australian, so I know plenty about Australian culture and everything. Warning… there may be a few things in later chapters that only people from Australia and New Zealand would know about but it shouldn't affect your understanding of the story… when the chapter with that comes up I will put in some information in it to help you understand 

The plane trip over was long. And I mean it. Over 20 hours cooped up on a plane. Although I can't complain, first class all the way, sitting next to that little blonde that seemed to have drifted off to sleep when we just passed over the North Atlantic Ocean. He has been asleep since. When we had about an hour of the trip left I woke him up. "Hey sunshine" I said. He woke up. "Huh… what the fuck? What is the time? Where are we?" he said. He was very confused. "Look out the window." I said. He looked. It was bright outside and we were passing over some large city. "Umm… where are we?" he said. He couldn't figure it out. "I think that's Perth sunshine" I said sarcastically. "you mean Perth Australia!?"" he said, eyes wide "no…Perth Antarctica… where else would it be?" I said, my voice sharp with sarcasm. I hadn't told him where we were going, I just told him I was taking him on a surprise holiday. "What are we doing in Australia?" he asked excitedly. He had always wanted to come here. "Well… they say Mardi Gras in Sydney is the gayest place on earth… except, of course, for Disneyland." I said. I could see Justin was ready to explode with excitement. "And… I heard those Australian men are HOT!" I said. "Oh my god Brian. Thank you so much! Oh my god… I just remembered something. Its summer here!" he said. "And?" I asked. "Oh you dickhead! You watched me pack snow jackets and jumpers! He yelled at me. I grinned. "I also heard Sydney has a great shopping scene" I said. He relaxed after I said that. I was glad I reassured him that everything was sorted, I didn't want him queening out over clothes, how gay can you get?

When the plane touched down and we finally made it out of customs, we made it to our hotel. God it was flash. Everything about Sydney had seemed flash so far. The airport was lavish. The cabs were white! I was glad I didn't have to drive. Everything was backwards. They were driving on the left side of the road. It was so bizarre! Justin was gazing out the window in awe. I was gazing at Australian money in awe. It was so brightly colored, a sure sign of gayness. I laughed. "What's so funny Brian?" I showed him the money. He didn't think it was very funny. "You'r losing it Brian" he said. We made it to the hotel. Our room was great, and had an excellent view. "We can do some sightseeing tomorrow sunshine" I said. "And some fucking too… I'm just so god dam tired at the moment. Justin was taken aback at my attitude towards fucking at the time, but figured it was for the best, since he was dead tired as well. He switched on the television. Some weird drama called neighbors was on. "Sunshine, what's the time?" I asked him. "It's almost seven" he said. "Bedtime I said and I quickly stripped and jumped into bed. Justin switched off the TV and climbed into bed with me.