Their lips were almost touching.

"Sunshine," Brian whispered.

Just then Justin's phone went off. "It's Connor," Justin recognized the ring tone.

Brian lay back against the wall, as Justin took out his phone.

"Hey Connor," Justin said. "Oh hey Blake, why do you have Connor's phone...shit...ok...I'll be over there soon; you and Dan can go home."

"Problems with Cameron?" Brian asked.

"He must have eaten something that didn't agree with him. Blake says he's sick. He and his partner were nice enough to take him home."

Brian didn't believe a word of it. This Blake person probably told Justin that Connor was too drunk to drive so they had taken him home.

"I'm sorry to cut our evening short, Brian."

"It's ok. What are you going to do?"

"Drop you off at the hotel, then head home to take care of Connor." Justin stood up and gasped in pain, grabbing his arm.

Brian quickly started rubbing Justin's arm again. "You can't drive like this."

"It's ok, I'll be fine."

"Will you stop being so fucking stubborn, you can't drive like this. I'll take you to your place, then drive myself back to the hotel. "I'll return your car in the morning and grab a cab back to the hotel."

"I can't let you do that."

"You can, and you will. Stop acting like a drama queen,"

Brian grabbed Justin's shirt. "Do you need help walking to the car?"

"No, but I need a new shirt," Justin took the shirt from Brian; all of the buttons were gone.

"I'll buy you a new shirt."

"No, it's ok, I just happen to have a shirt in the trunk of my car."

They walked over to the car and Justin handed Brian the keys. He opened the car and popped the trunk. Justin grabbed a white tee shirt out of the trunk.

Brian came over. "Let me help you."He gently pulled Justin's arms and head through the shirt. "Who ever thought I'd help a guy get his clothes on instead of off

Jusitin laughed.

Brian pulled the shirt down Justin's body with a little tug, causing Justin to move forward. He rested his good hand on Brian's chest.

They looked into each other's eyes. Brian leaned his head against Justin's. Justin could hear Brian breathing, and feel Brian's breath on his face.

"I'd better get you home, so you can take care of Cameron," Brian said. Then he walked away

Justin stood there, wondering what the hell had just happened.