Brian's POV

I rolled over, and wrapped my arm round...nothing. The bed was empty. My eyes flashed open, and I sat up, looking around me wildly. My body froze with the realisation that the best night of my life had been a dream. I wanted to throw up. My empty stomach clenched uncomfortably and I gagged. Then something smashed in the kitchen.

"Fuck!"

I began to hope.

Justin's POV

"Stupid fucking glass," I muttered. I'd gotten the outside wet when I'd filled it with water and it had slipped from my hand when I'd gone to drink it. I tried not to cut my bare feet as I stepped around it to get a towel. Behind me I heard Brian stumble out of the bedroom.

"Morning-" The rest of my greeting was cut off – along with my oxygen supply – as Brian spun me around, his lips forcefully crashing down against mine with such urgency that – if I wasn't already – I'd have been knocked breathless.

I dragged as much air in as possible when he eventually let me go. "Never leave me alone in bed again," he said, enunciating each word. "I almost- I thought-"

"What's wrong?" His hands were rested on my neck, his thumbs running along my jaw.

"Waking up – without you – after last night; I thought I'd dreamt it all. Not an unrealistic conclusion with the amount I had to drink."

"Oh shit." I could easily imagine how he'd felt as it would probably be the same as I would feel. Last night being a dream... It would be cruel. "I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't think-"

"Just don't do it again," he told me, but I sensed I was forgiven. "What are you doing up anyway?" He asked.

"Brian, it's after noon," I told him.

"No wonder I'm hungry."

"I was gonna make something for...well, I guess it would be brunch now, but the only things you have is beer, Jack Daniels and yoghurt that should have been thrown out a week ago. You don't even have coffee."

He rolled his eyes. "I meant the other hungry," he said. "Come back to bed. I missed my morning sex."

I smiled. I wanted him; I hadn't had him like this in so long. The pull I felt towards him was undeniable. He kissed me as if he could read my mind; his kiss persuading me to follow him. But I really had gotten up for food as I was the regular kind of hungry, which my growling stomach pointed out when he started to pull me back to the bedroom.

"Sadly I crave actual food so it's looking like a trip to the diner...and facing Debbie. Fun," I groaned. I hadn't wanted to face her yet...or ever.

"My offer still stands," he said, gesturing downwards. And it did, I hadn't even noticed he was still naked.

I sighed. "Mine, unfortunately, doesn't. Thoughts of the dishing out she's going to give me are enough to scare even the raging hard-on you inspire."

"Well in that case, I'm going to shower, entertain myself..." He winked and then started to walk towards the bathroom.

"You're just giving up? You're not even going to try and distract me?"

He turned around at the top of the step. "Justin, I'm naked and headed for the shower; how much more distracting can you get?" Then he just walked away.

"Fair point," I said aloud. And we did have some good times in showers that were plenty distracting... I didn't even notice when I followed him.

"Are you sure-last night-was the best fuck?" I panted as I pretty much fell out of the shower; I was exhausted. I leant on the towel rack for support, not having the energy to dry off yet.

"Definitely one to consider," Brian said. He was out of breath, but still walking. He tutted as he leant past me to grab a towel. "And I thought I was supposed to be the middle-aged one."

"Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm in shape," I told him, managing to grab a towel.

"I can see that," he commented, as I walked to the sink, leaning against that as I dried myself off.

"I haven't done anything in the last couple of years to be in shape."

"What the hell did you do with the extra libido?" He asked me. "I was burning it off at the gym every oppertunity I could get. I have never been in better shape."

"So you did actual exercise for once?"

He smacked me lightly. "I always exercised."

"One muscle in particular," I muttered. He heard. I rubbed my arm where he hit me for the second time.

I watched as he leant forwards, examining his face closely in the mirror. His fingers pulled the skin around his eyes taut, getting rid of the lines only he could see. He was still perfect. Which is a miracle considering what he puts his body through; the drinking, the drugs, the sex – though he said he hadn't done the last since the last time we were together.

I hadn't known what to make of that last night; a part of me didn't believe it could be true, but he'd been so open and honest that the rest of me told that part to shut up. It then said 'I told you so' about ten minutes ago when he was drinking me up like you would drink water in the desert.

He gave up in the end, sighing in frustration before throwing his towel down and walking away. "Hurry up, Sunshine," he said, appearing round the door already clad in jeans. "I'm starving."

"Do we have go to the diner?" I asked him as I grabbed a sweater and pants out of my bag.

"Yes," he told me. "Debbie's reaction is the only thing that remotely makes it worth getting out of bed."

"I could make it worth your while to stay in it..." I offered; anything to avoid being murdered...

"Not a chance," he told me from the doorway. "Come on," he said, throwing an arm round my shoulders after I reluctantly joined him. "Just think, the sooner this is over, the sooner we can come back and have our wicked ways with each other."

"Now that I am looking forward to. Okay let's do this."