Hey! Ok, so this is my first time in the QAF fandom, and my first time writing in English too! This fic contains two oneshots (just two, at least for now) written from Justin's point of view. I hope you like them!

I want to thank my fantastic Beta reader, InconspicuousBunny. I wouldn't have posted this if it wasn't for her. So, thanks a lot! By the way, I highly recommend her fic "Missing Moments". I love reading it, because I always feel as if I was watching deleted scenes from the show. I just love it!

Thanks for reading, and don't forget to hit the review button! ;-)


It's not often that Brian lets me top him. I mean, I know he isn't really comfortable when he's not in control of everything, and I know he doesn't like to put himself in the hands of others (even if the others are me). And I don't care, because he does let me top him from time to time, and I know he doesn't bottom for anyone, so the fact that he lets me is just more proof of his love for me. I will never tell him this, of course. He would run away from me, as fast as he could.

So, he doesn't really like to bottom. On the other hand, I'm a willing bottom when I'm with Brian. He's fucking incredible! All the rumours around Liberty Avenue about him being the best fuck? All true. He is a sex god. So, why wouldn't I want to let him fuck me? I would be crazy not to.

But even though he doesn't like to bottom and I love to bottom for him, whenever he lets me top him it is… Oh, God. I don't even have the words to describe it. Because, you know, he's as amazing at bottoming as he is at topping! I don't know how he does it, but the things he can achieve when he's under me… He makes me so crazy that I really have to concentrate so I don't blow it for him. And he just loves making me crazy when I'm fucking him. He puts on that teasing smirk of his, and his hazel eyes shine with something that looks like delight. And at the same time, I'm left trying to control myself while going nuts with the way he moves under me. I don't know how he learnt to do those things with his butt and his hole, seeing that he NEVER wants to bottom for the tricks. And I'm afraid to ask him, because he will look at me funny and then he will change the subject as if he hadn't heard me.

I do wonder, you know. I wonder who taught him the same way he taught me. I wonder who was special enough that Brian Kinney allowed him that kind of control over himself. And yes, maybe I'm a little jealous, but at the same time, I don't really care. I was probably a child when that happened, anyway, because Brian must have been really young.

Whatever. What is important is that he trusts me and cares about me enough to let me be inside him. And I know he enjoys it too. After all, I did learn from him, didn't I? I was just lucky that way. I still am.

But what Brian doesn't know, because he would be really freaked out if I told him, is that I haven't let anyone top me, besides him. He's the only one that has been inside me. Because I don't want anyone else inside me the way he is several times a day. He would flip if I told him this, and he would call me pathetic and push me away for "saving myself for him like a little housewife" or whatever crap he would come up with to explain it. So I don't tell him. It's enough that I know it. It's enough that I acknowledge that we're special to each other.

Because, whatever he may think about us, we are.

And THAT's what really matters.