(This story takes place in season four right after Brian's cancer goes into remission, and he's starting to regain his strength and feel better. This story is written by me and my good friend, Jet! I wrote all of Brian's parts, and she wrote all of Justin's! Permission to post has been given, and we hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!)

Justin had a satisfied smirk on his face as Brian drove them back to his loft. He'd just given Brian a blowjob in the backroom of Babylon, but it wasn't just any blowjob. It was the first time Brian had been able to get it up since his surgery. That thought got Justin to thinking about Brian's surgery, and what an ass he'd been about it. He lost his smirk and looked over at Brian. Brian was much too happy to be 'normal' again to notice the shift in Justin's mood.

Justin had been worried about Brian for weeks, and because of that worry, he'd pushed aside his hurt feelings about what Brian had done. But now that Brian was back to normal and fully functioning, Justin let those feelings come out. And by the time they were getting close to the place he shared with Daphne, Justin had an idea. He looked at his watch and then said to Brian, "It's two-thirty in the morning. Daphne is probably asleep already. Do you mind if I spend the night with you?"

Brian turned his head towards Justin a devious smirk played across his face, "It'll cost you, but I think we can work something out," he joked as he shifted his car out of second and sped past Daphne's house heading back to his loft. He had all kinds of plans for Justin now that his body was no longer betraying him.

Justin couldn't help but smile back at Brian as he thought, 'That was easy.' It was a quiet ride back with Justin absorbed in his own thoughts about the past few weeks and what he was going to do about it. They arrived at Brian's building, and once they were in the elevator going up to his loft, Justin leaned in and started kissing him.

Brian pulled Justin in close returning the kiss. The moment only grew more heated as the elevator made its way up to his loft. By the time the doors had opened, Brian, who was not quite ready to go out of the elevator, used his own body to push Justin's up against the elevator wall. It had been too long since he'd felt his natural sex drive, and now that he was feeling better, he was hungry to have Justin in as many ways as possible. As Brian kissed Justin, he flipped Justin around to face the elevator wall whispering in his ear, "Feeling slightly exhibitionist tonight? The thought has crossed my mind to take you right here and now; at least for the first time tonight."

Justin thought his plan would work better if Brian was a little tired, and thought some quick sex in the elevator would be just the thing. Brian may have been feeling good again, but Justin knew his stamina wasn't back to normal yet. While working on getting his jeans undone, Justin said, "When am I not feeling exhibitionist?"

He felt Brian kiss the back of his neck. He moaned in response and leaned into the kiss while thinking it was good that this fit with his plan, because he couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to.

Brian grinned broadly reaching into his pocket for a rubber, and after ripping the plastic off with his teeth he murmured seductively, "Oh I don't know, over the couch… in the shower… on the bed… do I really need to give you a play by play?" Before Justin could respond, Brian thrust deep into him eager to feel Justin's tight body enveloping his cock.

Smiling at Brian's words, Justin was going to answer, but his words were cut off as a low moan of pleasure erupted from his throat as Brian slid inside him. He put one hand back to cup Brian's ass, and wrapped his other hand around his own hard cock to jerk off in time to Brian's thrusts.

Brian hammered into Justin like an ocean wave crashing on the shore. Brian pumped in and out of Justin as he reached around sliding one arm around Justin's waste while the other snaked under Justin's arm to leave Brian's hand to grip Justin's shoulder for better leverage. Their bodies became slick with spent perspiration, and by the time Brian was done, both men were panting as they collapsed against the elevator's wall.

After a second to catch his breath, Justin turned his head around and smiled at Brian. "Not bad, but I think we can do better."

Brian's brow arched, "Oh really? Well lead the way el Capitan," he said with a big smile. Brian's muscles strained as he pushed himself up off of Justin and the wall. He was already a bit tired from the exertion, but he would never admit this of course. Brian Kinney wasn't one to show weakness if at all possible, and he played it off by grabbing Justin and spinning him around so he could lean against the wall to recover his strength a moment while he and Justin kissed.

Returning the kiss, Justin waited until Brian pulled away first. Then he pulled his pants back up, and shoved at Brian's chest gently to get him moving. As soon as they were in the loft, Justin said, "I'm gonna take a quick shower, unless you want to join me, I'll meet you on the bed in a few minutes." hoping Brian would lie down and doze off.

Brian thought a shower sounded great after a night going dancing at Babylon and two orgasms, so he responded, "A quick shower sounds good," He smirked coming in close to snag another kiss from Justin before stating, "You can always suck me off again," And then almost as an after thought he added, "Maybe afterwards we can order us a late night pizza since I sure the fuck don't feel like cooking anything." Brian was a bit tired and hoped to relax and recover while they waited for the pizza to arrive, that is saying he made it that long before passing out.

Justin didn't think Brian should be eating that kind of crap late at night while trying to recover. He said, "Pizza? Yuck. Why don't you take a shower first, and I'll see what you have in the house. I'll make something, and we can eat when you get out. Then I'll take a shower."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Yes mother," he spat sarcastically even though the truth be told, he preferred Justin's home cooking any day to a greasy pizza. Without another word, Brian ambled into the bathroom and started the shower. By the time he was finished, he was feeling ten times better. Brian walked out of the bathroom to the sweet smells and sounds of Justin's cooking; he grinned inwardly feeling lucky to have Justin care so much for him. He toweled off and sat on the edge of the bed. As he sat down and let his body become still, his exhaustion once again made itself be know. He sighed in agitation at his weakness opting to lie down in wait for the wonderful aromas coming out of the kitchen to become a tangible plate of tasty morsels. He knew Justin would bring him some when it was done, so he took in a deep breath and let his heavy eyelids fall.

As he cooked, Justin couldn't stop his mind from going over what Brian had done when he found out about his cancer. They way he'd gone to such great lengths to keep it hidden. He thought about Brian kicking him out at the first sign of sympathy and care Justin had shown. And the thing it all boiled down to in his mind was the fact that Brian was too proud and egotistical to ever let himself be taken care of. They'd had that talk before in fact. Justin had been annoyed and complained that Brian always had to be the one in charge, the one in control, the one on top, and Brian's answer had been to flip Justin around to face the wall so he could 'be on top'.

Justin lips formed a thin line in irritation about that now, even though he'd thought it somewhat funny at the time. He planned to force Brian to accept him as the top for one night. He knew it would piss Brian off, but Justin was pissed too, and he knew if he tried to talk to Brian about it, Brian would just blow his concerns off. Brian wouldn't be able to ignore what Justin had planned.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Brian was out of the shower, and without being obvious about it Justin kept half an eye on him. Pleased when he finally saw Brian lie down, Justin finished putting together some corkscrew pasta with some tuna, fresh tomatoes, and basil. He put some on a plate, thinking his shower could wait until after he had confronted Brian.

He brought the plate into the bedroom and set it on the nightstand next to the bed along with a fork. Frowning at the towel bunched up next to Brian on the bed, Justin thought Brian must have been more tired then he was letting on if he wasn't putting his towel away before falling asleep. He considered just letting him sleep, but knew for his plan to work, Brian would have to be tired and decided to go through with it.

He picked up the towel and put it on the floor, and walked over to the closet to look in Brian's stash of rarely used toys. He found the pair of padded handcuffs near the top, but had to dig for the key. He unlocked them and put the key on the floor right next to the box for easy access later. Then he looked through Brian's ties, found one that he'd never seen him ware, and pulled it down. He walked back to Brian, who was lying on his side, and hoped Brian would be groggy when he woke up. He set the tie down on the nightstand, took a deep breath, and lay down behind Brian on the bed. As gently as possible he put one side of the handcuffs around Brian's right wrist and locked it in place while kissing his shoulder and keeping one hand on Brian's upper back. Then he said, "Time to eat, sit up."

Brian distantly heard Justin's call for him to sit up and eat as his eyes fluttered open. Even though it was only about fifteen minutes, the rest he received had a positive effect giving Brian the surge of energy needed to go another round with Justin. He felt the soft kisses trailing up his shoulder and smiled contentedly. He went to turn and face Justin, and it was then that he realized his wrist was cuffed. He responded in surprise, "What the? Cute Justin. You know I don't play the submissive role, but if you're so intent on playing with the handcuffs, I can lock you up and fuck you until you beg me for mercy."

Feeling a little surge of irritation at the words mixed with trepidation at what he was going to do, Justin hoped that the element of surprise would be enough. He forcefully shoved Brian face down on the bed and straddled him as quickly as possible, so that he was sitting on Brian's butt and lower back. He still had one hand tightly gripped on the open cuff, and used his other hand to pull Brian's free arm back behind him. The cuff clicked into place, and Justin said, "We can do that tomorrow. Tonight's a different story."

Brian was shocked at the lightening speed in which Justin had just manhandled him. But his shock turned quickly into agitation as he felt Justin cuff his other wrist behind his back. Brian growled, "Alright you had your fun, now take these fucking things off me Justin; I'm not in the mood for this shit."

Fairly pleased with himself, Justin stayed on top of Brian, and reached over for the tie that he had left on the nightstand. Once he had it in his hand he said, "Not in the mood?" He scooted himself up on his hands and knees while still straddling Brian, and slowly trailed his tongue from Brian's lower back all the way down to the crack of his ass. "What can I do to put you in the mood?"

Brian didn't like not being the one in control. It made things unpredictable and left him feeling vulnerable. Brian scoffed, "For starters, you can remove the cuffs. Then we can talk about that tongue of yours and the several uses I have for it."

Sighing, Justin told himself that he had known this wasn't going to be easy when he started. Brian hadn't started to really fight yet, probably believing Justin would do what he asked. Justin turned around so that he was still straddling Brian, but now was looking at his feet. He sat on the backs of Brian's knees, hoping it didn't hurt, but wanting to keep him in place if he started to really fight. He looped one end of the tie around Brian's right ankle and tied it on.

Brian figuring that Justin just wanted to still play sighed in concession, "Fine, you want to play? I'll let you tie me up, but if you do, you'll be hand feeding me like a Caesar since I'm starving," he joked.

Justin smiled and found himself getting a little turned on by Brian agreeing to let him tie him up. He brought the foot he had just tied up to his mouth and kissed it. "I'd love to feed you."

Setting that foot down, Justin picked up the other foot and tied the other end of the tie around that ankle, leaving about six inches of wiggle room between the feet. Once Brian was tied, Justin got off him and sat by the edge of the bed. He picked up the plate of pasta and the fork, and waited to see what Brian would do.

Brian's flesh broke out in goose bumps as Justin tied his other ankle up, and oddly enough he was finding himself curious in spite of himself to see where Justin planned on going with this. As Justin picked up the plate of food, Brian rolled on his side to the best of his ability. He gave Justin a smug smile as he mused, "You are loving every minute of this aren't you?"

Justin's face broke into a huge grin. "Yes." He set the plate down, put a few pillows up against the headboard, and helped Brian to sit up against them. Picking the plate of food back up, he held a bite out for Brian to take.

Brian's own grin also grew as he replied, "Well you know, payback is a bitch." He then leaned forward and hungrily took the offered bite of food.

Instead of commenting Justin put the next bite of food in his own mouth and offered another bite to Brian. He kept them both busy eating for a few minutes while he thought that over. By the time the plate of food was gone, Justin had decided he didn't care if there would be payback involved. He fed Brian the last bite and put the plate down on the nightstand. Once Brian had swallowed, Justin got up on the bed and straddled Brian again, this time staying on his knees and facing Brian so that Brian had to look up to him. He put both hands on the sides of Brian's face, tilted it the way he wanted it, and kissed him. After a few seconds he broke it off, looked down into Brian's eyes and said, "Ready to play?"

Feeling more compliant now that his stomach was no longer needing attention, he replied sarcastically with a smile still played across his face, "At the moment I don't see myself having much of a choice."

"Good point." Justin put both hands on Brian's shoulders and pushed him gently to the side. Once Brian was laying on his side, Justin got off the bed and walked to the foot of the bed. He grabbed the part of the tie that was between Brian's feet and pulled. Brian's body slid towards him until Brian's feet were near the end of the bed, and he was flat on his stomach in the middle of the bed with his head about a foot away from the headboard.

Justin walked back around to the head of the bed, leaned over and whispered in Brian's ear, "First we'll try a little trust experiment. You stay right where you are, close your eyes, and wait for me."

Justin got up picked up the plate and headed into the kitchen while keeping an eye on Brian to see what he would do.

Brian's eyes followed Justin into the kitchen more curious then ever. After a moment he turned back around and closed his eyes like Justin had asked. He thought about what Justin could be up to, and his first thoughts trailed back to Justin's exploring tongue which brought a devious smirk, but then his mind drifted back to Justin's last words about 'a little trust experiment' and he wondered what that could entail.

Surprised and pleased that Brian was being so compliant, Justin went into the kitchen and put their plate on the counter. Next he looked through the utensil drawer and found the black plastic spatula that was flat, because he was pretty sure if he didn't use it, his gimp hand would be too sore to draw with for a couple of days by the time he was done with Brian. He stuck it upside down into the back pocket of his pants, and then went to the refrigerator. He rifled around, found what he wanted, and headed back to Brian. He walked around so that he could see Brian's face and said, "Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth."

It took Brian a little effort to keep from opening his eyes to take a peek at what Justin had in store for him. He assumed he must have been getting some silverware by the clanging of dishes in the drawer followed by the opening and rummaging in the refrigerator. His mind returned to the memories of Justin feeding him ice cream and having the cold drops fall down onto his chest where the boy had instantly leaned down to lap it up with his equally cool to the touch tongue. The thought made him start to grow hard again as he opened his mouth wide to accept Justin's surprise.