A/N: Hello! This is my very first fanfiction that I am positive will be completed. I've written thousands of fiction before but never actually published one. If you see any grammar errors or wrong spelling spealse let me know so I can work on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Queer as Folk or anything you see that is familiar. Any character or place you don't recognize is my own.

Enjoy and review! - MistressLupinBlack

He knew it was silly to want such a thing. He knew it would never happen, could never happen. Brian stated clearly that being a father to one kid was enough and that neither of them would actually have time for another. What Justin didn't tell him was that he was ready to give up being an artist any minute if that was what it took. But Brian wouldn't let him so he kept quiet.

Still, whenever he could, Justin would take a trip to the orphanage three blocks from their apartment in New York. He loved to be with the children, who ranged from mere babies to sixteen year olds. They seemed to like him too if their begging for stories and demands of future visits were to go at.

Brian didn't know and Justin wasn't planning on telling him, it wasn't worth it.

-B/J-

"One more, one more! Please Juss!" whined five year old Alice and her twin brother Alec. They were always on the front seat when Justin would sit down and tell them about knights and slayed dragons.

"I'm sorry Alice but it's been an three hours and I need to go home before You-Know-Who comes home." Giggling erupted from the kids when he made the Harry Potter reference. They knew about Brian and enjoyed to dub him the bad guy of every story they heard.

"Please! I'll paint you a drawing next time if you do!" Alice stuck out her bottom lip and together with Alec sent their best puppy dog- eyes.

"Hmm, well I guess one more won't kill someone." All children cheered and the older ones smiled thankfully at him for saving them from filling the kids undying lust for adventuring stories. Justin just smiled, it was impossible to say no to such small kids and he truly loved to hear their delighted gasps and laughter while they hung to his every word. If he wasn't so into paintings and that kind of artistic stuff then he would probably had become an author just to have something to do with all the ideas that seemed to pop up at every given moment.

There you have it, my first attempt on a story. It's short and probably not that good but I promise to write a longer one as soon as I can. In the meanwhile, review and tell me what you think! 3