Sunshine smiled, leaning his head back onto Brian's shoulder.

"It's done." He murmured, closing his eyes. "Maybe now I can get you out of my head?" Brian smirked, pressing a kiss to Sunshine's temple.

"Probably not." Justin nodded in agreement.

"Probably not." He pulled away from the older man and collected his brushes, leaving the room to rinse them properly before he packed them up. Brian stood where he was, just staring at the painting. His Sunshine was good.

"So, you know that freelance position you offered me a while back?" Sunshine asked as he reentered the room, drying his brushes on his jeans. "Got any artists with their heads too far up their asses to come up with a good idea?" Brian tilted his head, looking towards the blonde beauty.

"I just might, at that. Come by the office some time during the week and we'll talk business." Sunshine dimpled and dropped his supplies in the top box, closing it quickly. "Alright, come on Sunshine."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm giving you a lift back to the loft so you can drop off your shit. Just put it somewhere I don't kill myself tripping over it." Justin fired off a sunshine smile, launching himself into Brian's arms, pressing his mouth firmly against the other man's without a thought. When he realized exactly what he had just done, Sunshine tried to pull away, stuttering apologies. But Brian had already wrapped his arms around his waist and wasn't letting go. He waited until Justin stopped struggling, and instead stood awkwardly, looking down at his feet, his face bright red. Then, quietly, he ordered "Look at me." Justin did, blushing even harder as their eye met. Brian smirked. "You kissing me will never be a bad thing, okay?" Justin nodded slightly, biting his lip. Brian pulled him closer, eyes darkening, until Justin flinched. Brian immediately dropped his arms as Justin's hand flew to his stomach.

"Ow," he managed to gasp out, laughing slightly. "That hurt." Brian, brows furrowed, moved Justin's hand and lifted up his shirt.

"Fucker." He breathed out, taking in the bruise covering the entirety of his Sunshine's stomach. Justin shrugged uncomfortably, pulling out of Brian's reach and allowing his shirt to fall back in to place.

"It only really hurts when I put pressure on it." He assured the other man, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt. Brian didn't say anything, but stepped around Justin and picked up the top box.

"Let's go, Sunshine." Justin picked up the second box and followed, closing the door behind him. He'd be back for his painting.


Debbie stopped by the loft that afternoon to invite Justin back to her house and her good graces, but Justin insisted that he was out of her way for good. As soon as she left, hours later, Justin grabbed the paper and began looking for apartments for rent. But Brian took it from him, dropping it on the coffee table as he sat down on the floor next to him.

"I want you to stay with me." He looked Sunshine in the eyes, expressionless. Justin's eyebrows flew up. "But… don't get the idea that we're some married couple. Because we're not. We're not like fucking straight people. We're not a pair of dykes, marching down the aisle with match Vera Wang's."

"We're queers." Justin agreed, leaning his head on Brian's shoulder. "And if we're together…?" Brian nodded slightly at the question. "then we're together because we want to be, not because there's locks on the door. So if one of us is out late," Brian cut in.

"We'll assume they're doing exactly what they want to be doing-"

"Fucking." Justin agreed.

"And… when we come home, we'll also be doing exactly what we want to be doing."

"Coming home to each other." Brian smiled and leaned in, capturing his Sunshine's lips in a kiss. When he pulled back, they spoke together, causing Brian to look faintly nauseated.

"Sealed with a kiss." Justin laughed, standing. He offered Brian his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Now… I really want to get fucked. Know anyone who can help me with that?" Brian growled and pulled Sunshine's lips to meet his own.

"Fucker." He mumbled when Justin pulled away.

"Are you coming?" he asked over his shoulder as he walked to the bedroom.

"I'd love to come." Brian muttered, mostly for his own sake, as he followed. He watched as Justin slowly slid his shirt over his head, then his jeans. His Sunshine bent to remove his jeans, providing Brian with a perfect view of his bubble butt. When he turned again to face Brian, he raised a single eyebrow.

"Don't you think you're a little… overdressed?" he teased. Brian growled deep in his throat, quickly discarding his own clothing while Justin watched, slowly stroking himself. Brian ghosted a hand over Justin's bruise, then guided him the rest of the way to the bed. They kissed, tongues and teeth meeting as all of the sudden, both men became frantic. They gripped each other tightly, cocks rubbing together. Blindly, Brian reached for the lube on the bedside table, squirting some onto his fingers. He pulled his mouth from Sunshine's as he circled his hole, gently probing.

"Ooh, fuck, Brian…" Brian smirked, gently placing Justin's legs on his shoulders, pushing his finger in to the first knuckle. He couldn't help but imagine how tight his Justin, his Sunshine, would be when he finally got his dick inside him. They both groaned, and Justin pushed back on Brian's finger. "More." He demanded, eyes rolling back in his head when Brian added a second finger, burning that quickly turned to pleasure as Brian's fingers brushed his prostate, a jolt of electric fire in his veins. The third finger took Justin a few moments to adjust to, but soon he was fucking himself on Brian's fingers. Brian pulled himself gently from his hole, ripping open the condom with his teeth.

"Put it on me." He ordered, voice husky. Justin did as he was told, rolling the condom onto his lover. Brian poured more lube into his hand, stroking himself several times before positioning himself at Justin's entrance. He leaned forward as far as he could to kiss Sunshine before pushing in gently. He waited for Justin's nod to push a little harder, a little farther, and moved forward a few more inches. Then he waited, attempting to gain control of himself. His boy was so tight and hot, and Brian had to fight the urge to fuck him into oblivion. Then Justin looked him in the eye and spoke.

"Fuck me." And Brian did. He found a steady pace, on that kept him just this side of sanity, as Justin moaned and writhed beneath him as every other stroke Brian hit his prostate. He took Justin's hand and twined their fingers together as suddenly Justin grew impossibly tighter. He looked down at his young lover, and moments after Justin, he came with a groan. Justin's legs fell from his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around Brian as he collapsed on top of him. For a few minutes they just lay there, breathing together as their thudding hearts slowly returned to normal. Then, very gently, Brian pulled out and rolled to the side. Justin pressed his back to Brian's chest, quickly descending into unconsciousness. Brian wrapped his arm around him, propping his head up with his other. He watched the blonde sleep for a few minutes before he chuckled to himself, and began to sing softly.

'You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear… how much I love you. Please don't take my Sunshine away.'


A/N So, I didn't know this was gonna be the last chapter until I got about 600, 700 words in. I thought we still had a few more chapters, but I don't write the story, the story tells me what to write. I hope y'all liked it!