A/N: I drew a picture for Justin and Wills' apartment but I don't know if it will show so you may just have to use your imagination from my lack of description. If the picture does show then the bathroom leads on from the bedroom to the right. I couldn't put that in for some reason, sorry xx

Justin's POV:

Will has been calling every day since our last conversation, that was the one before I met Brian at Woody's, he keeps trying to make up excuses for why he cant be with me on Christmas. He knows how important it is to me but I know how important his business is to him. He can't help it if he got chosen to represent someone who isn't in the Pitts, I'd rather he be putting criminals away than have to give that up to spend a holiday with me that he can next year. If we're even still together by then.

I've been enjoying my time with Brian a lot thought lately. After the little confusion about me wanting to kiss him everything has been great. I was so confused about my feelings for that short time, it was terrifying. He's my friend and I shouldn't feel that way about him but then he carefully explained to me that it was normal for some friends to do that. Some people just need that touch or little bit of attention in return. I guess I'm like that because when we said goodbye that night I gave him small kiss on the lips.

His lips are so soft and taste like cherry, the exact colour they are. They're smooth and have the perfect shape to them; his cupids bow is absolutely to die for. I've been itching to draw his classic beauty for a while now but I haven't even drawn Will all that much so he may misinterpret it for something it wasn't. Brian's just every artists dream; the best thing about him though, is that there are things that make him human. He has this one tooth that isn't in line with the rest which catches my attention whenever he smiles at me. He's shy about revealing his true feelings and his lean body isn't the stereotypical gym bunny's body that every other person thinks is beautiful. He looks like he's been sculpted by the most perfect hands. He looks like Brian. I wonder how we'd look as a couple.

He has the perfect loft for his personality and lives for his image. I'm trying to get him away from that. He claims to not care what other people think, but I know that he carries on with the club life though he's tired of it; he made Kinnetic and works damn hard to make it the success it is today because he wants to make his chosen family proud of him, but most of all Gus and Debbie. His loft is spacious and open. It's his and he bought it to prove to the world that he is better than they thought him to be.

Will's apartment can only be described as grand, Will uses it to entertain the more affluent clients, most of who are fraudsters with offshore accounts, his boss and his wife. However, his parents seem to be the most important people who step through that door, he seems to do everything to please his parents. They wanted him to take law so he did, they wanted him at Yale so he went, they picked his apartment so he moved in. In that respect we are different; I would never do what my parents told me. My parents wanted me to have a wife and 2.5 children, I told them I'm gay. They wanted me to go to Dartmouth, I now go to PIFA. They want me to stay away from Molly, I see her every other Wednesday when my parents think she is at a regular sleep over at her friends house. I'm feeling the urge to stick my tongue out right now.

Will's apartment is very nice, as you walk in there is the kitchen on the right, and you face the glass wall that cuts through the middle. It allows you to feel like there isn't a wall at all. On the right side is the living area and television and at the end is the door to the bedroom which then leads into the bathroom. On the left are the dining table and arcade machines that Will bought me for my birthday last year. Funny how he's usually the one who's playing on them. Will's office is the behind the left wall and my studio is behind the right. My studio door has a lock on it, I don't let anyone in all that much. There's a soft knock on the door so I stand up from my place on the sofa to answer it.

I open the door and, who else is there but Brian (I hate people so I don't have many friends) I give him a kiss on his cheek and invite him in. "Did we arrange to meet?" I don't think I invited anyone over but I've been distracted a lot lately, so I may have forgotten.

"No I just felt like seeing you." He seems really calm and genuine but I can't help but wonder why he's here in the middle of the afternoon and not at work like he should be. He has obviously just come from work because he has this form fitting, black suit on. Oh, and don't forget the tie. I think he's all decked out in Armani.

"Is everything you're wearing Armani?" he gives a little twirl but he's not putting much effort into it.

"Yup." Then he walks over to the sofa and throws himself down on it. I close the door and grab two beers out of the fridge and join him, sitting on the edge. He curves his body allowing me more space. "Your bubble but needs more space than normal people's." his eyes are closed and he seems to be drifting off to sleep so I set his beer on the coffee table in front of me and open mine to take a sip.

I brush his hair away from his forehead and kiss it. "You want to tell me what happened?" he grunts and opens one eye to look at me. He leans forward and I pull back. "You're going to tell me eventually, it is my sofa you're on and no amount of kissing is going to distract me from the fact that you, most probably, left work and came here. Which is strange because you love it at Kinnetic." I look at him with knitted eyebrows.

"I do love Kinnetic." He says it so simply. "I just… Cynthia isn't really able to do anything right now because she's extremely pregnant and anything can make her cry a river. So to give her a break, I've been trying to handle all of the things that she does, and she does a hell of a lot. On top of that I'm taking care of all my usual responsibilities, and ever since we lost Carrie to motherhood, our art department seems to be making a mess of things all the time and I have to come up with all the concepts because my ad men seem to be incompetent." He looks so worn out and I feel so much sympathy for him right now. "I'm so tired Justin." He whispers.

"Well why don't you rest for a while to get some of your strength back up?" he barely nods. "Come on, you can sleep in the bedroom, it's much more comfortable than the sofa."

"Are you trying to seduce Justin?" Even when he's half asleep he finds time to tease me about the littlest thing.

"Do you want somewhere to sleep or do you want me to send you to Deb?"

"Okay, okay." I thought that would make him shut up. He lifts his arms towards me. "Carry me?"

I look at him like he's crazy. "Do you want me to break my back?"

He lets out a small laugh, obviously joking. "Of course not, we wouldn't want you to be out of whack for when The Boyfriend come home to the Pitts." He stands and makes his way to the bedroom. "When does he get back by the way?"

"He's not going to be back until after Christmas. He let me know that time we went to Woody's. You know, the time I kicked your ass at pool?"

He grunts and then finally falls onto the bed. He seems to be asleep and he looks uncomfortable so I take off his suit jacket, that was a struggle, then his belt, shoes and socks and finally his trousers. He'd kill me if I didn't hang them up so I do just that. As I'm about to leave he calls out to me. "Come lie down with me."

I smile and change into my sweats to take a nap with him. I snuggle under the cover and wonder who is keeping check at Kinnetic. "Did you just walk out or did you let someone know?" I whisper to him.

He shrugs and pulls me closer to him with his eyes closed. "I left Theodore in charge. He's probably jerking off to porn in my office as we sleep." I laugh and drift off to sleep with his arm clutching at my back.

Brian's POV:

I wake up under silk sheets that flow across my skin as I sit up in bed. I look around and familiarise myself with my surroundings. I'm in The Boyfriends place, in their bed, where they've had sex. I jump out of it as if it had just bitten my ass and look around for my clothes. But then I think better of it and walk out of the bedroom in my black briefs and undershirt to find Sunshine on the sofa watching… a cartoon? "Sunshine, I know you look young but I doubt it's young enough to be watching cartoons."

He looks at me and smiles "I happen to like the Powerpuff Girls. Anyway it's my T.V so I can watch what I want."

"Oh, really?" I go to sit beside him and lay my head in his lap. I'm still feeling quite tired. He looks down at me and raises his eyebrow. "You paid for this T.V with all of your own money?" He looks away and focuses on the cartoon.

"I moved in with Will so I didn't buy any of the big stuff here okay? But I do pay for things. I pay what I can of the rent and when I have the money I buy groceries, I paid part of the money for dinner when Will and I go. I pay for stuff." Fuck I made him upset.

"Justin, I know you pay for stuff. I was just joking." I try to reassure him.

"Yeah well next time think of something better to joke about." He looks back down at me again and I decide to change the subject.

"So The Boyfriend isn't going to be back for Christmas?"

"No, he said new evidence came up and he was needed to stay longer."

"I'm sure you can survive without him."

"Yeah I can. It's just gonna be pretty lonely without him here. I don't have a family to go to and Daphne and her parents are going to Hawaii for Christmas. Christmas was always this huge thing for my family. We had all these traditions. My dad would tickle me awake in the morning and then he'd let me put on the star. It wasn't the greatest looking star but I made it when I was really young and he used to be so proud of me after I'd put it on. I still have it. I just don't have anyone to hug me after I put it on the tree." He looks even more upset now. I never knew he was this close to his father. Being rejected by him after coming out must have been even harder to accept because he didn't expect him to react that way.

"You're in luck. Debbie loves to feed people to the point of exploding, especially on Christmas, and I always buy her a huge ass tree because I don't really get gifts for anyone. So I looks like your star has a place to sit on Christmas day now, get ready to put on about a hundred pounds."

He looks hesitant. "I couldn't."

"No you can't can you? You and your weird metabolism just won't allow it. Whereas I need to go to the gym after every meal or else I'd probably spontaneously get fat!"

Sunshine puts his hand on my stomach and stokes up and down. "Brian you are not fat! If you'd just stop obsessing about it you'd be a lot more stress free, you don't need to worry about that. Besides, I'm not talking about putting on weight, idiot. I couldn't just impose on her like that."

"Yes you could." I sit up and face him. I'm trying to be nice and he won't accept my offer?

"Brian…"

"Justin… You're going." I look him dead in the eye and receive a nod of acceptance from him. I smile and kiss him on the lips before lying down on his lap again and closing my eyes. He strokes his fingers through my hair and it feels so comforting and relaxing that I can feel myself falling to sleep yet again. I must be really tired. I feel his lips on my forehead and his whispered "Thanks." And fall asleep with a soft smile on my lips.