A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've had it written for awhile. Enjoy!

"How long are you in town?" Brian whisered, his brath brushing his lover's ear.

Justin looked at him over his shoulder where they lay tangled on the living room floor, "How long do you want me to be?"

Brian chuckled, pecking the blonde man on the lips, but paused when he realized he was serious, "Don't you have to get back?'

Justin shook his head slowly, "I'm moving back to Pittsburgh."

"You're," Brian blinked.

"Moving back."

"To Pittsburgh?" Justin nodded. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

Justin pulled back, "Why wouldn't I?"

Brian scoffed, "Who the fuck would want to live in Pittsburgh when they can live in New York?"

"You?" Justin retorted, sitting up on the carpet, "And don't tell me it has anything to do with Kinnetik. You could have opened an office in New York years ago."

"I have Babylon," Brian defended, crossing his arms behind his head.

That's bullshit," Justin snapped, "If its because you didn't want to be with me again… If you don't want me to come back, just tell me!"

"Of course I want you to come back," a silence fell between them, "I just don't understand why you would."

Justin scoffed, "You are so thick." He leaned forward to kiss him again, wishing for once that Brian would give himself some self worth that wasn't completely based on his sex life.

Brian pulled him back down and Justin gasped as he sprawled on his chest.

"The last time we were like this," Brian whispered, plastering soft kisses to Justin's neck, "Naked, in this house, on the floor," they chuckled, "You'd just agreed to marry me."

Justin smiled ruefully, "I'm surprised you kept the house. That you named it Britin."

"What else would I have called it?'

"I don't know," Justin smiled, "And the way you spelt it… OIts like you were trying to spell 'Britain' and spelt it wrong."

:It's a cross of our names."

Justin stared at him incredulously, "When did you become a romantic, mainstreamed, imitation heterosexual?"

Brian's face darkened and he flipped them, pinning Justin to the floor, "Take it back."

Justin shook his head, smiling wickedly, "Not a chance."

Brian leaned in close, a dangerous look in his eyes, and just when Justin thought he was going to kiss him, he felt Brian jab the ticklish spot in his side and squealed, laughing as the man tickled him mercilessly, "Take. It. Back."

"Fine, fine! I take it back," Brian's lips crashed down against his. Justin laughed as he kissed him back, but pushed him away after a minute.

"I'm supposed to meet my mom at 4 to look at an apartment."

"An apartment?"

Justin furrowed his eyebrows, "I told you, I'm coming back."

"What about here?"

Justin scoffed, "Come on, Brian. I need a studio, and we haven't lived together since…"

"right," Brian searched his face, "Look, if you don't want to live with me, you can live here, and I'll stay at the loft. There's no point in you paying for an apartment when there's a house sitting right here."

"I didn't say that. It's just…" Justin sighed, "It's been four years, Brian. And I don't want to go back to the way things were before the bombing."

Brian sat up, digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans for a pack of cigarettes. He lit up, taking a deep inhale and blowing out the smoke, "Neither do I."

Justin took the cigarette from Brian, pulling a drag, "I almost expected you to have some twink here."

Brian scoffed, "You're the first twink I've had in a month."

Justin half choked, handing back the cigarette, "What?"

"You heard me; I'm not saying it again," he took another drag, letting the smoke drift out of his mouth, "As Michael loved to remind me, I couldn't be an over the hill club boy forever."

Justin shook his head, "But you're still Brian Kinney."

Brian raised his eyebrows, "The name now synonymous with amazing sexual ads, no longer the amazing prince of sex.'

"That's a lie," Justin scoffed.

Brian tossed him a sidelong glance, "Because you're a completely unbiased judge."

Justin sat up, "Putting a hand on his chest, "As a matter of fact, I am. And I say you're way better than the new York guys."

"I better be," Brian smiled and pecked the boy on the lips, placing the cigarette in an ashtray.

Justin looked at him, studying his eyes as a silence floated between them. "I'll stay here."

Brian looked up and blinked, "What?"

"I'll stay here," he repeated, "On one condition."

"Mm-hmm," Brian hummed curiously, "And what would that be?"

"You stay here too."