A/N: This chapter takes place in the first episode as well. Once I heard Justin and Brian's exchange I couldn't help but write about it. Another short chapter, but a longer one coming up.


Brian: Don't tell me. I was doing handstands.

Justin: And juggling. You're not very good.


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Chapter Two

"Hey, Andrew, catch!" Brian cheerfully threw a mango to his company standing in the living room.

Justin rolled his eyes as the mango hit the floor before it even reached him. "My name is Justin," he patiently reminded Brian. He picked the fruit up off the floor and tossed it into the sink. Pristine though Brian's expansive loft may be, he still wouldn't eat anything that had touched the floor.

"Justin!" Brian's eyes widened as though this was news to him. "You know-"

"You think you might have had an uncle named Justin?" he finished. "You mentioned that."

"Oh, well, he was great." Brian sighed and then swayed. Justin was at his side in a heartbeat.

"Are you ok?"

"Sure!" But he wrapped his arm around Justin shoulders. "Take me over there," he demanded, gesturing to the living room.

Justin eyed the crystal candy dish, the flat screen TV., and glass table warily. "Why don't we just find you something to eat," he suggested, turning to the fridge, but Brian was too big and strong, and before he even realized they had moved, they were standing in the living room.

Brian broke away from Justin, and picked up three c.d. cases from the floor. "I think I might be a decent juggler," he informed his… Whatever. He threw all three into the air, and then ducked quickly behind the couch.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to catch them," Justin advised, pulling Brian to his feet. Brian's eyes met his own, and he felt that familiar free-falling drop in his stomach. He felt a surge of gratitude towards whatever being had determined that he should meet Brian that evening. It seemed so corny to think, but he couldn't stop himself from marveling at the way Brian's eyes lit up when he was about to joke, or the way his hair fell into his eyes when he looked down. It was hard to remind himself not to get attached.

"You think I'm hot," Brian said softly, brushing his fingertips against Justin's lips. This was definitely not a question.

Justin gulped. Audibly. "So," he finally answered.

Brian smiled gently. "I'll tell you a secret, if you promise to never mention it again."

"I promise."

Brian's eyes slit shut, and he dropped his head down so that his forehead rested against Justin's. "Sometimes I look at you, and you're so stunning that you give me butterflies."

Justin felt his metaphorical jaw drop. A sincere compliment, from Brian Kinney's mouth. He was going to go down in history. "I am seriously going to fuck your brains out," he breathed. And then he did.