Justin and Brian finally get a little 'private' time, but another blond wants some attention, too...(snicker, snicker)


The two friends walked down the short hallway and turned toward the right to trod up the steps to the second floor. At the landing, Lindsay opened up a narrow closet that was directly across from the top of the staircase. "Take whatever you guys need," she said. "These are all extras."

Justin nodded as he gave Lindsay a short hug of gratitude. "Thanks; this'll be fine."

Lindsay yawned as she covered her mouth. "Sorry," she said a little sheepishly. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was. Should we go check on the boys now?"

Justin grinned. "I'm not sure Brian and Tricky want to be disturbed. Maybe we should just give them some privacy for the time being."

Lindsay laughed. "If I didn't know better, Justin Taylor, I'd say you're enjoying this."

Justin smiled. "Damn straight I am – I think it's hilarious. Now why don't we give Tricky and Brian a little more time to get better acquainted?"

Lindsay smiled as she nodded. "Perhaps that's best," she said solemnly before the two began to giggle conspiratorially. "I'll go check on Gus a little later. Sleep well," she said as she reached over and gave Justin a small peck on the cheek.

"You too," Justin said softly with a smile as his friend turned to walk down the hallway toward her and Mel's master bedroom. Before he could descend back down to the first floor, Justin heard the familiar voice of his partner drifting out of a nearby room and couldn't resist creeping closer toward the sound. As he neared the open doorway, he could hear Brian talking, apparently reading Gus his bedtime story:

"And Clifford brought home a brand new kitten for Emily Elizabeth to take care of."

Justin distinctly heard an 'editorial comment' added to that sentence under Brian's breath: "What a schmuck," as he stifled a giggle.

"Daddy, what's a schmuck?"

"Uh… it means someone who likes animals."

"Oh!" Gus said brightly. "Just like me!"

"That's right," Brian told him with a smile before he turned his attention back to the book. "And she, Clifford, and their new friend lived happily ever after. The End."

"I don't remember the story ending like that when Mom and Momma read it, Daddy."

Smart little fucker – definitely related to me. "You don't? Oh. Well, it's a new version, Gus." Brian looked down into the innocent face of his child and suppressed a little guilt over ending the story a little prematurely. The truth was, he was dead on his feet after being up since five this morning; the days of going to Babylon, drinking and drugging until late into the night, coming home to fuck Justin into the mattress until the wee hours of the morning, and then rising after a few hours' sleep to go to work bright-eyed and bushy-tailed were quickly becoming a thing of the past. He had to admit it – he wasn't getting any younger and all the previous abuse on his body was slowly taking a toll. Besides, he would have tomorrow to spend all day with his son, and he vowed to make the most of it.

Justin couldn't resist peeking around the door to observe Brian sitting with his back to the racecar's headboard, holding the now-closed book in his lap; he had one arm around his son's shoulder as Gus sat next to him. Tricky, who was lying on the floor on an area rug near Gus's side of the bed, was obviously sound asleep by the looks of him; his feet were racing a mile a minute as if he were chasing a squirrel or retrieving a ball. Justin had to smile; he remembered how his uncle's black lab had always done that in her sleep, too. It always fascinated him how active dogs could be while they were sound asleep and how they would emit sharp little yips under their breath, too. Before he was detected, Justin slid back out of sight, standing once more next to the open doorway a moment longer before he smiled at the tender picture he had seen and, blankets and pillows in his arms, began to walk down the hallway toward the steps.

Father and son both emitted a yawn as Brian reached over to lightly ruffle his son's hair. "Time for bed, Sonny Boy," Brian told the drowsy little boy; he helped his son to slide down onto the bed and lay his head on the pillow as he gently covered him with a maroon-colored fleece blanket.

"Tricky…"

Brian smiled at his son. "He's right here, Gus; he's lying on the rug by the bed here. He's fine."

Gus nodded sleepily, satisfied, as he blinked his eyes and looked up at his father to say in a whisper, "Daddy?"

"Yeah, Buddy?"'

"I wish you lived closer to me; I miss you."

Brian's heart lurched at the plaintive statement. He smiled down softly at his son and lightly stroked his cheek as he whispered, his voice breaking just a little, "I wish I did, too, Gus."

"Then why don't you?" Gus yawned again, struggling in a half-dream state as he fought to stay awake but slowly losing his battle.

Brian gazed into the beautiful eyes of his son, his face so full of innocence; to him, everything was so simple. If only it really was in real life…

"I wish I could, Gus," he told him, a wistful smile on his face. "But it's not that easy. Your Daddy has a job back home that takes up a lot of his time and he has a lot of people that depend on him there. Sometimes we can't always do what we want, Buddy. No matter how much we might want to." He ruffled the top of Gus's head with his hand as he added on a more hopeful note, "But I'll be here for a few more days, and I promise I'll be back soon for Christmas. And you can come back to Britin in the summer and spend a lot of time with me then. We'll go horseback riding and fishing and anything else you want to do, okay?" Brian swallowed the lump in his throat; at the time Gus had been born, he never in his wildest dreams would have imagined that his 'guest appearance,' as Justin had dubbed it, would turn into a lifetime, recurring role with this little boy who had firmly stolen his heart but it had.

"Will Justin be here for Christmas, too, Daddy?" Gus asked, struggling now to keep his eyes open as he lay there staring up intently into his father's eyes.

Brian smiled at his son, so thankful that he loved Justin just as much as he did. "I hope so, Sonny Boy. I'm going to do my best to make sure that he is." Actually, he and Justin hadn't really discussed that yet, but he was planning on broaching the subject while they were together this weekend. He knew Justin was much more sentimental about Christmas than he was and would probably want to spend at least some time with his family, but he also knew he would be extremely disappointed if they couldn't be together for Christmas as well. For the first time, he found himself actually wanting to celebrate the holiday with the man he loved and the son that meant so much to him. Perhaps they could find a way to do both hopefully. "Now you get some sleep, okay? And we'll talk to Justin about it tomorrow; don't' worry – it will all work out." He finally disentangled himself gently from his son before climbing over the lip of the hard, black-colored bed shaped to resemble an Indy-500 racecar and rose to his feet, feeling the stiffness in his back from having to sit so long in such a cramped space.

Gus yawned again as he nodded. He reached his hands up toward Brian, who leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead before he wrapped his arms around the small body to give him a brief hug; he felt Gus's arms slide around his neck and nuzzle his face against his cheek. He grunted softly as he let go to gaze into the vivid brown eyes, his own eyes misting over with tears. "I'll see you in the morning," he said reassuringly. He gave his son a smile as he added, "Good night, Gus."

Before he had a chance leave entirely, however, Gus had one more thought. "Daddy?"

From his place near the door, Brian turned to look at him as he noticed Tricky raise his head out of the corner of his eye to look over at him curiously. Damn dog didn't miss a thing… "Yeah, Sonny Boy?" He held his hand out palm down toward the dog in a silent warning for the beast to remain where he was, afraid that he would take his imminent departure as an invitation to join him downstairs. He had plans to be alone with a blond, all right, but it definitely didn't include THIS blond.

"I love you."

Brian's heart melted as he found himself saying back to his son, "I love you, too, Gus." He gave his son another reassuring smile before he flipped the light switch to bathe the room in semi-darkness; only the light from a soft-white night light plugged into the far wall and the light coming in from the hallway illuminated the room as Brian softly added, "Sweet dreams, Buddy," before he turned and proceeded down the hallway. He didn't want to reveal to his son just how much those three words had affected him; he marveled at how easily they flowed from his son's lips and he was amazed at how much they meant to him. Sighing a little at the reality of it all, he glanced behind him as he walked toward the steps to make sure he wasn't being followed before, relieved, he began to descend to the main level.

He softly tread down the short hallway toward the living room, finding Justin with his back to him tucking in a sheet around the couch cushions; a couple of pillows were arranged at one side of the couch while two thick blankets lay neatly on top of the recliner nearby. He was happy to discover that Justin had thrown some wood into the Munchers' fireplace and had started a fire to warm up the space, because an internal fire of his own had started the moment he had laid eyes on his beautiful partner earlier. He stood there secretly admiring the litheness of Justin's body, presently clad only in a pair of light gray briefs as his desire for his partner flared even higher. His cock obediently twitched in response as he anticipated removing the last vestige of Justin's clothing in short order and promptly fucking his brains out to make up for lost time as he softly crept closer and closer to his target…

"Fuck, Brian!" Justin cried out a few seconds later as Brian wrapped his hands around his body, pinning the blond's arms to his sides. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Brian chuckled softly as he began to nuzzle the warm, pale skin of Justin's neck and shoulders, his hands slowly stroking his partner's smooth, flat belly; he heard an appreciative gasp erupt from the lips of his lover in reaction. "I'm glad you didn't waste time getting undressed," he whispered sexily in Justin's ear, his breath a soft whisper on his partner's skin. "Because I'm horny as hell and you're the only one that can take care of that problem."

Despite the warmth radiating throughout the room mainly due to the fire blazing nearby, he felt Justin shiver slightly in response to his words as he turned him in his arms to stare into the blue eyes presently flecked with shades of red and gold from the flames. "Fuck, I've missed you," he told his partner fervently before he lifted his hands to cup both sides of Justin's face and smashed his lips promptly against his. He heard a soft moan escape Justin's lips as he swiped them urgently with his tongue, demanding entrance as he thankfully received a quick response and his mouth parted for him to gain access. Justin's hands wound around Brian's back as Brian's slid his own around his partner's neck to lock them behind his head. Determination to make up for being apart for far too long made them quickly deepen the kiss, their soft moans the only other sound heard besides the occasional crackle of the flames.

"Justin…" Brian breathed out almost as a prayer as they finally broke apart, the desire rising in him to an almost unbearable level; he kept his eyes locked on his lover's as he immediately began to unbutton his shirt in a frantic effort to get it off as soon as possible. His heart raced as he felt Justin's hands obligingly curl around the waist of his jeans before he quickly unbuttoned the fly and began to urgently unzip them.

"I've been wanting to fuck you from the first second I saw you today," Brian growled deep in his throat as he took the lower part of Justin's earlobe and bit down hard as his partner cried out in part pain, part pleasure. "Shit, Justin, get those damn briefs off," he demanded as he took his own pants and briefs and yanked them down his legs roughly, toeing his shoes and socks off before he quickly pulled the rest of his clothes off in record time. By the time he had accomplished that goal, Justin was completely nude, also, his skin glowing in the firelight flickering around the room as he intently gazed into Brian's eyes.

Justin didn't take time to worry about their lack of privacy – he was far too hard and aroused by now to stop – as he took hold of Brian's upper arms and urgently pulled him toward the couch; he tugged on him as they fell together in a heap, Brian's body stretched out over his on the sheeted cushions. The coolness of the cotton underneath contrasted markedly with the heat coursing through Justin's body produced by the looks and touches Brian was giving him; as soon as they collapsed on the couch together, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once as they proceeded to kiss each other deeply, their bodies rutting against each other in anticipation of what they needed – what they had to have and had been without for far too long.

"Brian… God!" Justin cried out as they finally broke apart and he gasped for air; his partner promptly latched onto one hardened nipple and gave it a tug with his teeth just to continue tormenting him. "Please… No more; Shit, fuck me! Arrrrghhh!" he cried out almost incoherently, oblivious to whether they could be heard upstairs or not; there was no way he could possibly be quiet when this sexy, gorgeous god of a man was rocking against him sensually, teasing him, leaving no doubt where their escapade was going to quickly end up. "Stop that," Justin struggled to say as he fought to catch his breath; Brian continued to lick, suck, and nip at every inch of his skin he could reach as one skilled hand snaked between them and curled around his painfully hard cock to give it a squeeze and his thumb flicked over his slit.

"Stop teasing me, you asshole!" Justin snarled, unable to take it anymore. "Fuck me, damn it!" He took hold of Brian's head and smashed their lips together once more as he snaked his tongue inside, leaving no doubt that he was ready to take things further.

Brian's pulse raced at the sensations Justin was engendering in him; no one else had ever made him feel this aroused, no one else had managed to stake a place so deep in his heart. As they broke apart from their kiss, he took a moment to gaze deeply into Justin's eyes, marveling at the beauty of the face before him framed by the firelight, before he simply nodded, overcome briefly with the realization that he was once more back with the man he loved so deeply. He reached down on the floor to locate his pants and dug through the pocket to produce a small container of lube; he ripped the tip off with his teeth and quickly squirted a generous amount onto his hand as he reached down and smoothed some over his cock and around Justin's pucker, hearing his lover hiss slightly at the coldness.

"I need you, hurry," Justin whispered urgently as Brian nodded; he completely understood that feeling, because his own body was crying out for a release that only Justin could provide for him.

As Justin took his legs and linked them tightly behind Brian's back, his lover replied, "Not as much as I need you," before he lined himself up with one hand and slowly inched into the tight channel; Justin groaned at the sensation, partly out of discomfort but mainly out of long-awaited yearning, as he placed his right hand on Brian's thigh in a silent request for his partner to go deeper. "So good," Brian murmured as he pushed in even more. "Fuck… So damn good." He locked gazes on his lover's face as Justin nodded slightly before he thrust in all the way now, hip to hip, flesh to flesh. They no longer needed any other lovers, just the two of them; they had long surpassed the idea that any other man could equal what they had so they simply didn't bother anymore. Phone and webcam sex during their times apart weren't nearly as satisfying as being together physically, but it sufficed until they could be together again. Their time apart always made the reunion that much stronger, that much sweeter, and that much more passionate. This time wouldn't be any different as they began to rock together, thrust and parry, in and out in a well-honed dance of love and sensuality.

Brian's movements were so urgent, so forcefully impatient, that Justin eventually found himself imprisoned at the end of the couch with his back up against the arm, providing Brian with just the right angle to ram into him even more forcefully and hit his sweet spot each time as he lay there firmly encased between the rolled, unforgiving fabric of the couch and Brian's lean, hard body. He held onto his partner's muscled biceps, the skin slick with sweat, as the two of them continued to fuck unabated for the next several minutes, Brian's grunts and Justin's moans of pleasure timed perfectly with each thrust of his body.


From the dimness of their master bedroom upstairs, Mel rolled her eyes. "He didn't waste any time," she ranted. "God, could they be any louder? I'm going to go close Gus's door before he hears what's going on. He's so curious about everything, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets out of bed and goes to investigate for himself. This is unbelievable but so typical of him; how fucking inconsiderate!" she continued to complain. "I'm a little surprised at Justin, though; I thought he had better manners."

Lindsay sighed. "Come on, Mel! They haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks and whether you choose to believe it or not, they're in love! It's not Brian's fault that they got caught in an ice storm and couldn't check into their hotel tonight. I'm sure they both would have preferred that over sleeping on the couch."

"Well, heaven forbid if the Great Brian Kinney should control his libido for just one night!" her partner continued to grouse.

Lindsay smiled; when did her partner get to be such a fuddy-duddy? "Mel, cut them some slack, okay? This is Justin we're talking about…Not some trick. Come on… Remember what it was like when we first became a couple? We couldn't keep our hands off each other, either."

Mel huffed out an exasperated breath as she rose from their bed and grabbed her mint-green, terry cloth robe. Tying it rather haphazardly around her waist, she shook her head. "They didn't meet just last month, Lindsay; it's been years now! Brian should be able to control himself a little better around his own son!" She sighed in disgust as she walked toward the door and turned to the right toward Gus's room.

Lindsay sighed as Mel disappeared from sight, wondering where their own spontaneity had gone and secretly envying the strong, passionate love that Brian and Justin still obviously had for each other.


Mel quietly crept over to their son's room, deciding to enter and check on Gus to make sure he was asleep and hadn't been disturbed by the racket continuing to go on from the floor below them; from the sound of things downstairs, Brian and Justin were continuing to lustily enjoy their 'after-dinner activities.'

"Men," she muttered as she walked over to her son's bedside; her features softened as she noticed her son's peaceful-looking face as he slept, his brown hair tousled on the pillow as he lay on his back. He was softly breathing out of his nose as he clutched his favorite toy, a smaller, stuffed replica of a yellow lab resembling Tricky that they had bought him oddly enough before the real version actually came to live with them; it was almost as if fate had intervened to provide him with his most dreamed-of wish.

Speaking of which, Tricky himself was lying lengthwise across the foot of the bed in his normal spot; the dog raised his head and briefly thumped his tail against the mattress as Mel looked at him and shook her head in amused resignation. She thought briefly of telling the dog to get off the bed and go sleep on the rug, but she knew it was a losing battle. Gus would be upset if she made the dog leave the room, and if she left him on the rug, he would be right back up on the bed in no time as soon as she was gone. Someone ELSE doesn't follow rules very well, either, she thought as she sighed and placed the covers back on her son, who had partially kicked them aside. She leaned down and softly kissed Gus's cheek before turning to head back to the door, leaving it slightly ajar in case the child happened to wake up in the middle of the night and needed a drink or something else from them. Their son had gotten used to sleeping by himself now, but he still occasionally needed the reassurance that his moms were nearby just in case if he should have a nightmare or if there was a thunderstorm. She was grateful for Tricky in that regard, because not only did he provide companionship for Gus, but he also made him sleep better at night; since they had gotten him, Gus seldom felt afraid anymore by himself and normally slept through the night now.

As she left her son's room a minute later, she could tell the activity downstairs was heading toward a tumultuous climax as she rolled her eyes. It didn't take an eyewitness to know that both men were enjoying their 'reunion' immensely as, finally, with a loud cry from Justin and a corresponding groan from Brian, the two lovers finally quieted down. "Well, the first fuck's apparently over," Mel grumbled to herself as she headed back toward her and Lindsay's bedroom. "I wonder how long it'll be before the next round?" Shaking her head once more, she turned to re-enter the bedroom, wondering if she should close her OWN door.


The sounds of the fire's embers crackling nearby muffled the still irregular breaths of the two lovers as Brian lay draped over Justin's smaller frame, his arms wrapped around his partner's torso as he slowly stroked the warm, smooth flesh under his touch. He knew he would have to move soon due to his larger weight, but he just couldn't make himself move just yet; he was enjoying the feeling of his lover trapped beneath him far too much, and the feel of Justin's hands languidly stroking his own back. It was as if neither wanted to let go but rather melded into one form instead as they lay there in the after-throes of their passion, waiting for their breathing to return to a semblance of normalcy.

He raised his head slowly to stare into the sweat-soaked face of his lover, Justin's eyes heavy-lidded with tiredness as he smiled up at him in apology. He couldn't help smiling at him softly in return as he whispered, "Long day?"

Justin nodded drowsily, feeling perfectly content to keep his nice, warm blanket draped over him for the rest of the night, but knowing that wasn't very practical. "Yeah… But I loved the ending," he whispered back as Brian nodded at him and leaned in to steal one more kiss.

"Yeah… This was my favorite part of the day, too," he murmured as he nuzzled the side of Justin's neck, gratified to hear a sigh of pleasure escape from his perfect lips. "I'm going to go get something to clean us up before you fall asleep on me, Sunshine."

"Mmm…" was the half-coherent reply as Brian gently disentangled himself from his lover and walked back down the hallway in search of the half-bathroom he had seen Gus use earlier. Wetting a hand towel with warm water, he returned to find Justin still lying on his back, his eyes closed in apparent sleep. He smirked at how quickly his lover could succumb to dreamland, stopping momentarily to admire the beauty of the man lying so still beneath him before he sat down on the edge of the couch and began to gently clean him up; noticing Justin barely moving as he began his ministrations. How does he do that? he wondered, not for the first time as he finished up his chore and dropped the towel onto the floor. He noticed that for someone so slender, Justin seemed to have figured out a way to occupy most of the couch's space; he licked his lips as his gaze slowly traveled from his lover's arms held above his head to the pale legs spread slightly apart, almost in invitation for them to begin Round Two. He would have been more than happy to oblige, but he also knew how tired his partner was; they weren't in the most optimal of situations to continue their lovemaking, and there would be time at the hotel later tomorrow to more than make up for lost time. Sighing in suppressed longing, he whispered, "Uh… Justin?"

"Hmmm….?"

Brian smiled in amusement; at least he wasn't totally dead to the world, not yet anyway. "We're going to have to sleep on our sides; there isn't room enough for us to lie on our backs on this contraption. Do you hear me, Sunshine?"

"Hmmm…"

Brian chuckled softly and shook his head; it appeared he wasn't going to get much help from his partner. Deciding it was easier to just climb over his slumbering form than try and get him to cooperate, he managed somehow to succeed in his attempt as he turned on his side with his back to the couch, pulling Justin up so they were finally facing each other; as least there was a little more navigating room this way. He slid one arm around Justin as his partner snuggled into his side and placed his head against Brian's chest. "I don't think this is bad at all," Justin murmured with a contented sigh as Brian reached over to the nearby recliner to grab one of the blankets. Covering both of them with the throw, he reached underneath to wrap his other arm more tightly around Justin's waist, pulling him even closer. It was merely an attempt to keep him from falling off the couch, mind you; at least that was the excuse he was using silently. Deep down, though, he knew the real reason and so did Justin.

He heard a soft sigh once more as Justin whispered, "I love you."

Brian gazed down into the peaceful face of his partner and couldn't help leaning down to lightly kiss each closed eyelid as Justin's mouth turned upward into a smile. "I love you, too, you twat," Brian found himself whispering back before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.


Two Hours Later

Justin slowly stroked his cock in his sleep, a soft smile on his face as he dreamed a particularly delicious dream about him and Brian lying tangled together on the wet sand of a white-sugar, deserted tropical beach, a la From Here to Eternity style as they kissed deeply and the waves gently lapped against their bodies. The dream was so real he could actually smell the saltiness of the ocean, hear the seagulls crying overhead and hear the soft crashing of the waves surrounding them. As they made love, the two of them were oblivious to the tide slowly encroaching more and more upon the beach; they were too intent on their own pleasure to notice. He could hear Brian's soft moans of arousal as he reached down to squeeze Brian's rock-hard cock through the wet swim trunks that were molded like a second skin to his muscular, lean body…

"Wha…..?" His wonderful dream was promptly shattered as he fell hard, back-down, onto an unforgiving surface beneath him and his eyes flew open in surprise. This wasn't a soft, cushioned sandy beach on a deserted tropical island; as he glanced around his unfamiliar surroundings, he realized after a few seconds that it was far from it. Oh, Brian was here all right; he hadn't dreamed that up at least. But as he gazed over at the dying embers of what used to be a roaring fire and felt a chill descending upon his nude body, he sighed as he understood finally where they were and he sat up to rub his tender ass where he had fallen. He could hear Brian softly snoring a few feet away on the couch; he realized that at some point his partner has turned over onto his back as he normally liked to do when he slept and had promptly pushed him off the narrow couch as a result.

"Shit, Brian!" he groused, but his partner was snoring away in slumber, completely unaware he had thrown his lover off the couch. That's gratitude for you, Justin thought with a scowl. You get the fuck, I get the shaft…and not a good one at that. He rolled his eyes as he stood up and sighed before retrieving his briefs that Brian had so promptly discarded earlier onto the floor; without Brian's body heat he was going to need whatever cover he could find. Fortunately, there was the other extra blanket he had brought down from upstairs.

Walking over to the recliner located a few feet away, he picked the extra blanket up along with an extra pillow and sat down, pulling the lever located on the side of the chair to flip the footrest up. Covering himself with the blanket and wishing he had Brian's arms around him instead, he slowly began to drift back off to sleep, hoping at least that his previous dream would return to him.


Fifteen Minutes Later

Tricky's stomach growled softly as he woke up from his latest dream of chasing a stick into the lake and retrieving it after Gus had thrown it for him. His master and the two women took him for walks frequently down to the nearby park and allowed him to frolic near the bank of the wide body of water. He loved to play in the water; he didn't have webbed feet for nothing! He enjoyed not only retrieving sticks that Gus found for him at the water's edge, but he also relished chasing the Canadian geese and ducks that frequented the water. Of course, he never managed to actually catch one, but he sure had fun trying.

He slowly raised his head from the foot of Gus's bed, realizing that his master was still asleep, before he slowly rose from the bed and lumbered over to the edge to jump down onto the hard wooden floor. He softly padded over to the door and sniffed, sensing something different in the house but not quite sure what it was. He nudged the door open with his nose as he began to slowly lope down the hallway; the only sound presently heard nearby was the tick-tick-tick of the large, tall, wooden grandfather clock located at the end of the hallway near the stairs.

He turned to the left and began to walk down the steps, his toenails clicking softly as he went. In no time he had descended the remainder of the stairs and arrived at the first floor. Raising his head slightly, he sniffed again. There was that smell again; it wasn't a bad smell, just a different one. Curious, he walked toward the scent, arriving in the living room to observe the same two men as before sleeping on the couch and the recliner. His ears perked up slightly as he recognized the dark, handsome man from earlier, the one his master seemed so happy to see.

Loping over to the prone form, he stared up into the bronze face, still and quiet. Yearning to get better acquainted through one of the only ways he knew how, Tricky stuck his tongue out and began to lick the man's chest in earnest, deciding he liked the salty taste as he continued a regular up and down motion with the flat of his tongue.

Brian moaned softly at the wonderful sensation as he murmured sleepily, "Not now, Justin…. Didn't you get enough earlier? You can blow me later." His partner seemed to disregard his request, however, because he continued to lick his chest quite vigorously now. Brian felt his dick begin to twitch; Justin could be a demanding little twat when he was horny, so who we he to turn down such talent?

His eyes still closed, he reached down to pat the top of Justin's head in mute encouragement, thinking his hair felt a little coarser than normal, when he heard his partner's voice coming from a few feet away in what sounded suspiciously like a giggle.

"Better look again, Stud; that's not me," Justin said from his place on the recliner; he had heard toenails clicking down the hallway a few seconds earlier and had slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Tricky come waltzing up next to Brian and hesitate for a couple of seconds before he began to lick his partner's chest enthusiastically as he wagged his tail – and his entire body- in perfect synchrony with the tongue washing. "Should I leave you two alone?"

"What the fuck?" Brian cried out as he promptly sat up on the couch; he rubbed his hands over his face in an effort to wake up. As his situation became clear, he glared down at Tricky; now that the dog had gotten Brian's attention, he was wagging his tail even harder. Brian shook his head in exasperation as he pushed the dog back away from him and placed his hand on the dog's body in an effort to keep him from continuing his tongue-bathing. "I thought he slept with Gus at night," he groused as he looked over at Justin in the fading firelight. The room was illuminated just enough to make out his partner's look of extreme amusement on his face.

"Apparently you were too hard to resist," Justin said with a soft chortle. "Man or canine, doesn't seem to matter."

"Fuck you," Brian growled as Justin continued to smile sweetly at him. He turned his attention back to the perpetrator. "Listen, fur face; you are NOT sleeping down here with me, capiche? I've gotten TWO hours' sleep in the last twenty-four hours, so you better find another sleeping companion! Now fuck off!"

"Brian," Justin admonished him. "Be nice. He's just trying to be friends." Tricky seemed to notice the friendlier tone of Justin's voice as he loped over to the blond and stared up at him with his luminous brown eyes. Justin couldn't help smiling as he reached down and rubbed the top of the dog's head. "He's not really a big, bad bully, Tricky," he told the dog soothingly as he rubbed the canine's ears. "He just gets grouchy when he doesn't fulfill his fuck quota." Justin looked over at Brian and smiled even wider as Brian stared daggers back at him. "His bark's a lot worse than his bite."

Tricky seemed to almost understand as he sat down and promptly stuck his paw up for Justin to shake it; the blond laughed softly as he said apologetically, "Sorry, boy; I don't have any treats for you. Go find Gus; it's still time for us to be sleeping." The dog stared at him for several seconds, whining softly, before he realized he wasn't going to get any more attention and slowly turned to trot a little dejectedly back down the hallway for parts unknown as Brian sighed in relief until he realized something.

"What the fuck are you doing over there anyway? Afraid I was going to stick my dick up your ass while you were asleep?" he snickered.

Justin huffed out, "No… More like someone pushed me off the couch earlier and I was defending myself!"

"I didn't do that!"

"You most certainly did! And right on my ass I might add!"

"Now I KNOW I didn't do it," Brian maintained with a smirk. "I protect my investments. Now come back over here and I'll pay YOU a dividend."

Despite his cock beginning to pay attention to that intriguing possibility, Justin snorted. "Uh, uh… I need some sleep and NOT while on the floor! I know another blond who'd be interested, though."

"Forget it," Brian growled. "Variety is the spice of life, but I draw the line at bestiality."

"Oh, for the love of… Just go back to bed, okay?"

"Fine… But good old Tricky won't be the only one begging for a treat tomorrow." Brian promptly turned onto his side, his face toward the back of the couch as he yanked the blanket back over his quickly-cooling body.

"Oh, my God," Justin deadpanned as Brian lay there motionless. "Fine with me! We'll just see who's the first one to roll over tomorrow."

Brian couldn't help grinning as he continued to ignore his lover over on the recliner. He knew both of them would more than make up for their 'logistical problems' tomorrow. Once he and Justin were checked into their luxury hotel, he planned on holding someone's perky little bubble butt hostage for the next twenty-four hours. "Have it your way, then, Drama Princess," he called out to Justin as he heard an indignant huff from a few feet away. He chuckled lightly as he closed his eyes to drift back off to sleep.

Justin tucked his blanket closer around his body, silently craving Brian's arms around him again but having a sneaking suspicion that if he tried to return to his previous position he would wind up on the floor again later. Sighing, he finally fluffed up his pillow briefly before placing it back down near the top of the recliner and, turning on his side away from Brian but facing the diminishing fire, he watched the flames flickering in the glow of the fireplace for several seconds until his eyes, heavy with exhaustion, slowly closed and he once more fell asleep.


Chapter End Notes:

Thanks to my friend, boriqua522, for looking over this chapter for me. If you get a chance, go and check out her WIP, "Love Lies Bleeding," BTW - it's very intriguing. Oh, and for all those skeptics about whether I could just write two chapters, you were right! LOL! There will be at least one more chapter to this one. I hope to have it posted shortly. Thanks to everyone who is reading this and especially those that are reviewing - I cherish all of you.:)