Justin woke up slowly, his head hurting like shit. He groaned and looked at the guy who was laying next to him. He blinked. It was Brian. Wasn't he out with Mr. Date last night? He frowned a bit as the memories of last night starts coming. He hummed and leaned to kiss Brian's neck.

"There are better places you can do that," Brian mumbled sleepily.

"Huh?" Justin looked at him.

"You can put those lips in a better spot," he said opening is eyes to look at the teen. He look good, his hair messed from fucking and sleep.

Justin chuckled and kissed him slowly.

Brian grabbed Justin by the back of his head and took control of the kiss, loving the taste of his boy.

Justin gasped in the kiss and kissed him back more firmly.

"Hmmm," Brian moaned and flipped them over so that he was lying on the blond.

Justin looked at him. "Hey. Don't do that. My head already hurts." he groaned.

"Poor thing," Brian crooned even as he pressed his hard cock against Justin's. "You drank too much last night."

"I need to take some meds." Justin whispered, looking at him.

Brian frowned a little in disappointment, but rolled off the boy so he could get up.

"And don't tell me that I drink much because you're the one that kept buying me drinks." Justin grinned.

"I bought you one," Brian pointed out. "You had your little play thing buy you the rest."

"Mr. Date was not a little play thing." Justin said and went to the bathroom to take some meds for his headache.

"No?" Brian called after him. "Then what was he?"

"Mr. Date." Justin said and walked back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed next to Brian again.

"Why go on a date with him though?" Brian asked seriously, reaching over to grab two cigaretes and a lighter from the night stand. He lit one and passed it to Justin then lit his own, his eyes on the ceiling.

Justin smiled a bit and took the cigarette and looked at the ceiling as well. "Because I want to do such things, Brian. I want to try going out on a dates with someone. Hearing someone to say that he loves me and that I'm important. Like everyone I just want to be loved." he whispered and looked at Brian. "It's not only just about the fucking, Brian."

"What is love though?" Brian asked calmly, still not looking at the blond. Sometimes it was easier to have serious conversations with Justin when they were like this, in bed not looking at each other, just talking. "Just having someone say they love? People lie with those words all the time."

"Maybe but not all of them. Some people actually mean it. People capable of loving someone. Don't you want to feel special and loved?" Justin asked quietly and looked at the ceiling as he smoke.

"And what happens when it's over?" Brian countered. "When the person who's supposed to care no longer does?"

"If he really cares he can't just stop do it." Justin whispered and looked at him. "Can you just stop caring about me?"

Brian took a long drag of his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out. Stop caring about the kid?

He slid his free hand over Justin's and laced their fingers together, unable to say anything.

"Brian. Please answer me. Do you care about me?" Justin whispered as he squeezed his hand gently.

"I thought you said you already know what I feel," Brian said quietly.

"I want to hear you say it. To know that I'm right." Justin whispered and looked at him.

"Why are words so important to you, Justin?" Brian asked. "I know by now you have to have learned that words mean little next to actions. Is that part of what you call love? Spouting off sweet words all the time?"

"Do you care about me, Brian?" Justin asked.

"Fuck, Justin!" Brian said loudly, sitting up on the side of the bed, his back to the blond. "Why is it so damn important for me to say that I like you? That I like having you around?"

"Because I want to know that you do. Please." Justin whispered and sat up. He sighed and started to massage Brian's shoulders. "Please, Brian."

Brian grabbed Justin's hands and pulled the down his chest, crossing the pale arms, bringing Justin's chest to his back. He turned his head enough to kiss the lips so close to his.

"Okay," Brian whispered. "Maybe I do like you, you silly twat."

Justin grinned happily and kissed him softly.

"Now will you blow me?" Brian said with a smirk. He couldn't keep talking about all this shit about feelings, especially his own.

"Only if you blow me after that." Justin smiled happily.

"Oh?" Brian asked with a raised brow and a grin. He moved quickly twisting around so that Justin was flat on his back and Brian was laying on him, still grinning. "You think you get to set the rules?"

"Hmm." Justin grinned and arched his back, looking at Brian.

"So you want me to suck your cock?" Brian asked teasingly, licking a strip up the center of Justin's chest.

Justin moaned and nodded. "You're really good at that." He whispered.

"Ask me," Brian breathed in his ear. "Beg me, Justin."

"I already said please, Brian." Justin whispered.

"That's not enough," Brian said, sliding his body down a little to gently bite at one of Justin's nipples, his eyes locked with blue ones. "I want to hear you beg for it." He licked the nipple he just bit and moved to the other.

Justin moaned and gripped Brian's hair. "Again I'll say please when you say that you were jealous." He grinned.

Brian stopped what he was doing and sat up, sitting on the back of his legs. "Alright, enough of this," He said firmly and climb off of Justin and out of the bed. He stared down at Justin. "We've been over this, Justin. I don't do jealously and I don't do love." He turned away from the blond and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on then climbed in.

"I was just teasing." Justin said and rolled on the bed on his stomach. "Come back."

Brian stepped back out of the shower, hearing the blond, but didn't walk to look out into the bedroom. "Damn it, Justin," he loud enough to be heard. "You have to quit this shit. You know who I am, and my views on all of this. Why do you have to make an issue over this stuff?"

"I'm just trying you make you starts talking about your feelings." Justin said and sighed. "Even if you pretend you don't have one, I know you do."

"Maybe I do," Brian said, holding the door to the shower open. "But I don't like talking about that kind of shit, you know that."

He stepped back into the shower. Why did the kid have to keep trying to get him to talk about stuff like that? It was hard enough for him to admit to himself that he had real feelings.

Justin sighed and got up. He walked to the shower.

"Are you going to get in?" Brian asked.

Justin nodded quietly and walked in the shower. He looked at Brian and pulled him in a kiss.

Brian kissed him for a moment then started washing the teen's blond hair. He would never admit, even to Justin, how much he enjoyed their shared showers, and not just for the sex they usually had.

Justin smiled and started to kiss Brian's neck, enjoying the feeling of Brian's hands in his hair.

"Do you work today?" Brian asked as he did the kid's hair.

"Nope. Not today. I'm all yours, all day." Justin smirked and nipped Brian's collarbone.

"Good," Brian said trying not to moan. He secretly liked when Justin was off on Sunday, liked shutting the loft up for at least several hours, just the two of them. He would never even let his friends know that they did it.

Justin smiled and stepped closer to Brian. "You have all day to do whatever you want to me," he whispered and licked Brian's collarbone.

Brian chuckled and steered Justin under the water to rinse his hair. "Don't worry, I plan on doing plenty to you," he assured him.

Justin hummed and looked at him. "Like what?" He smirked.

"First we have breakfast," Brian told him, knowing how the boy was always hungry, and knowing the Justin had food there to cook. It didn't seem to matter that he didn't live at the loft, Justin still felt he could bring over whatever he wanted.

"Good because I'm starving." Justin said and closed his eyes, enjoying the hot water. "What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? I really wanna eat pancakes for breakfast." he said.

"You can make me an omelet," Brian told him as he started to rub the lufa over the boy's tender skin, washing it. "You can have pancakes."

"Okay." Justin nodded and hummed. "That's feels good. Your hands always feel good." he whispered.

Brian kissed the side of Justin's neck as he ran his hand down his ass, sliding two fingers down the crack on his way.

Justin moaned quietly and ran his hand through Brian's hair as he tilted his head to the side.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Brian asked into his ear, nipping the lobe.

"Yeah." Justin whispered and licked his lips.

"Turn around," Brian told him.

Justin nodded and turned around.

Brian pressed himself close to Justin's back and slid two fingers into him. He worked him for a minute, rolling a condom on. He didn't want to wait to be inside of him.

Justin was already panting loudly, his eyes closed. "Come on, Brian." he groaned.

Brian chuckled, loving the boy's enthusiasm. He pushed into him, loving the feeling of the boy around him. He waited that moment for Justin to get used to him then started moving, shoving into him over and over.

Justin moaned and arched his back. "Fuck, Brian." he moaned and thrust back.

"Exactly," Brian panted, moving as fast and hard as he could with them standing on a slick floor.

"Touch me." Justin moaned and thrust back as he dragged his nails down the shower's glass wall.

Brian chuckled and reached around to grab the boy's cock. He fisted it as he shoved himself into the boy. He pressed his lips to Justin's shoulder, tasting his skin.

Justin moaned loudly and reached back for Brian's free hand.

"Cum for me, Justin," Brian groaned, so close himself.

Justin nodded, moaning and panting. "J-Just gimme your hand." he panted.

Brian grabbed his hand, not sure why Justin wanted him too, but he did it anyway.

"Fuck, Justin," he groaned, feeling the walls around him start to tighten.

Justin moaned loudly and gripped Brian's hand tightly as he started to cum.

Brian bit Justin's shoulder gently as he came. He released Justin's cock when his orgasm passed, sliding his hand up to wrap around the boy's chest, holding him to him.

Justin panted loudly, still holding Brian's hand in his.

Brian squeezed Justin's hand gently and released him so that he could pull out and dispose of the condom. He kissed Justin's neck quickly. "Why don't you go start your breakfast," he suggested.

Justin nodded and kissed Brian softly before he get out of the shower and went to make breakfast.

Brian quickly finished his shower, pulled on a pair of jeans, leaving the button undone, and joined Justin in the kitchen for coffee.

Justin had one of Brian's shirts on and was making Brian's the omelet he wanted.

Brian chuckled at the sight of the blond his shirt. He poured himself a cup of coffee and moved to his computer. He wanted to check his email and touch up a campaign so that he would have the rest of the day to spend with Justin.

Justin made omelets and put them on the table. "Breakfast is ready." He said.

Brian sat down at the table to eat. He wondered for a moment how this happened, having someone around to cook. Then he looked at the blond wearing only his shirt, barely covering his ass, then stopped caring. He didn't mind Justin.

Justin sat down next to him and started eating his omelet.