A/N: Well it's been a week, so here's your next chapter. There's only one chapter left, and hopefully I'll remember to update next week... but next week is finals week, so I might forget for an additional week... I'll see how everything goes. Hope you enjoy what's here. :)

A different server came out with their tray of food. Justin thought this was curious, Brian had a pretty damn good idea why, the server was just happy to help out a fellow employee. Not bad looking men, the server thought, not his cup of tea though, now if the blond was a woman…

"Looks like we have our Crêpes with sugared strawberries, mascarpone cream, and maple syrup."

"Those are mine," Brian chuckled… the cliché of kid in a candy store getting redundant in his head, but the look of happiness on Justin's face over something so simple. Who was he to deny Justin any happiness?

"You must have had the egg white Greek omelet with dry whole wheat toast and fruit."

Brian nodded.

"Side of scrambled eggs and bacon, would be yours?" he asked the blonde, guessing that would be right.

Justin nodded before commenting, "oooh, that bacon smells so good and those eggs look so fluffy."

"Our chefs pride themselves in the best food possible. Even though we're a small bed and breakfast we believe in fresh, wholesome, and simple."

"It's funny you should say that, the waitress who served us in your tea room yesterday was saying about the same thing, and I couldn't agree more."

"You ate in our tea room yesterday? You must be staying in one of our rooms then."

"Yes we are, and we're loving our stay so far."

Justin heard Brian hum in agreement with that, with a twinkle in his eye that he knew the server didn't understand.

"I'm glad you are, we aim to please no matter what you want, so if you plan on staying another evening, might I suggest our Prime Rib special we have tonight. We offer it every Thursday through Sunday, and it's some of the best Prime Rib you'll find anywhere, I believe."

"Can we Brian?"

Brian chuckled, again, his Sunshine and food. "You tell me, are we staying another night?"

"You know, even if you're not, and you're local enough, our dining room is open to the public, so you could stay for dinner even if you're checked out by then."

Justin's eyes lit up at that. "It so happens we are staying another night, but I still want to have dinner here. I love Prime Rib, and I can't remember the last time I had some."

"Looks like we have to be back by dinner time, huh?"

"If you're going around the area, I can recommend a few places many of our tourists enjoy, and our concierge has a lot of popular attractions as well."

Justin laughed at that… the thought of Brian wanting anything popular or touristy was hilarious.

"I'm sorry, my partner isn't exactly one for popular or touristy… and he's been very secretive about his plans for the day."

"Well, I have to keep some secrets for myself don't I, Sunshine?"

Justin grinned at the comment and nickname, loving the banter, loving playful Brian, in front of others, and just loving Brian.

The server was momentarily stunned… partner… he had no idea… they were… he wasn't even sure what the correct term was. Brian recognized the look, the hesitation… and was actually pleased when he calmed and apparently decided to ignore it.

"I have our day planned, so I don't need any ideas, thank you… we're both from Pittsburgh and I'm very familiar with the area."

"Oh, okay, very good sir," he hesitated a moment not sure what to say next, but noticing the near empty cups, "is there anything else I can get you in the mean time, other than more coffee… and would you like another hot chocolate sir?"

Justin had to think about that, did he want another one? He still hadn't eaten yet, and maybe the spices in the cocoa wouldn't be the best thing with the crepes.

"I'd definitely like some more coffee, and he'd like a glass of orange juice. And when we're done, can he get a hot chocolate to go, along with a couple of those cranberry scones and chocolate croissants?"

"Certainly, sir, I'd be happy to do that for you. We have a medium and large size disposable cup, which size would you like?"

"Large, please."

"Very well, sir, let me go get your drinks."

Brian nodded and the server was off to place the order and make sure their regular server was okay.

At first Justin was annoyed with Brian for speaking for him, for a split second, before Brian ordered for him. He was just thinking orange juice, and then Brian had to be all sweet and romantic and get him a hot cocoa and snacks to take with them. He was smiling at Brian as their server walked away, loving him even more than before. He thought of that corny song that says 'I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow'. He didn't like that song much… but that was the phrase going through his mind.

Brian looked back at Justin and wondered what was causing him to stare at him. "What?"

Justin shook his head. "Nothing… just admiring the view."

This time Brian shook his head.

"My sentimental little twat."

"Hey, watch it with the little comments."

"Purely an expression Sunshine… I still remember how large it is."

Justin almost purred at that, and grinned instead. Not only at the comment, but that Brian did know… no matter what their relationship now was…even with being married, this was still Brian Kinney, and he still had to remind himself sometimes that this was not the Brian Kinney of old.

He had just taken a sip of his water when he thought that and had to hold in the laugh to prevent him from spitting it out.

"Something funny about that comment?"

Justin shook his head… he really didn't want to say what was on his mind. Although based on the look Brian was giving him, he wouldn't be able to hold off.

"Umm… I was just thinking that," he was blushing but couldn't stop, "that you know how large, because you let me top sometimes and that you're not the Brian Kinney of old."

Brian was momentarily upset that Justin still had to remind himself of that… although, it had taken him years to admit to change. Then he realized what Justin was actually laughing about… it didn't ease the upset. He was still very sensitive about his age. He scowled at Justin, who actually had the nerve to laugh, he had the fucking gall to think that was funny.

"Think that's funny Sunshine, that I'm old."

Justin tried to turn serious, realizing Brian was still sensitive… really, he was trying, very trying… the thought that Brian thought he was old though. He covered his mouth with his hand and put his head down. He barely heard Brian's utterance, but he heard the tone loud and clear.

"Un-fucking-believable… you try to do something nice for your husband, and he turns it against you by mentioning your age."

"Oh, lighten up Brian. First of all, I planned this little getaway. Second, as wonderful as breakfast is, and I'm sure with even as much fun as we'll have today, no matter what you plan, I wasn't mentioning your age at all. I was appreciating the new and improved Brian… and I know you're sensitive about your age… you know you'll always be older, but you'll never be old."

Oh brother, Brian thinks, Justin's on a roll and he's not gonna stop him… not when Justin gets like this.

"Age is just a number Brian, it doesn't matter what that is, it's how you feel that counts. Age is what you make it. If you think you're gonna be old, you will be. If you think you're gonna be young, you will be. And no matter what your age is, you'll always be Brian Kinney and you'll always have the face of god."

Yep, he was right, Justin and his public service announcements.

"You know Mikey said something like that once, not the face of god thing… that was interesting, but that I'll always be young, I'll always be beautiful, and I'm Brian Kinney for fucks sake."

"Hmm… well as much as we may not agree on everything, I'll have to agree with him about that, you will always be young and beautiful… and aren't you Brian Kinney-Taylor now?"

"Nope."

"No, but I changed my name to Taylor-Kinney."

"That's because you wanted my name… but enough about that… where did this face of god comment come from?"

"Uh huh, you don't get off that easily, what do you mean I wanted your name, you make it sound like you didn't want mine."

"But the man never changes his name," he says with a hint of a smile. Justin finally gets it.

"You… fucker… I am not the little woman."

"Now whose bringing size into it… well I could call you the old ball and chain."

"Asshole," Justin says as he throws his napkin at Brian.

"I'm not sure I should be offended at that throwing, or the fact that this is the come soaked napkin."

Justin rolls his eyes at that.

At this moment their previous server brings out more coffee for Brian, Justin's juice and another tray of muffins. He certainly looks calmer, Justin thinks.

"Is everything alright sirs? Do you need anything else?"

Justin shakes his head, "everything is great thank you."

"Feeling better?" Justin wonders why Brian is asking, why would he care. Oh, he's not worried, at all, but Brian has something up his sleeve.

"What?"

"I thought something might be wrong since you didn't bring us our food, and I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay." Okay Brian is definitely up to something, not only does he usually not care for servers, but his voice is a little on the sexy side.

"Oh, um, yes, I was… uh… had to go to… um…"

Brian thought now would be a good time to cut the man some slack. "Indisposed?"

The server nods his vigorously. "Yes, indisposed, I apologize, but you know."

"When you gotta go you gotta go."

Brian chuckles slightly at his own joke, he'd tell the kid the reference in which he remembered hearing that the first time, but this kid probably wouldn't know Truman Capote. Brian also thought the little blush on his cheeks was amusing.

Justin has to ask him what he's doing.

"Did… did you need anything else sirs?" He's looking at Justin when he asks this. Could thinking, too, the server didn't know if he could take anymore of the brunet's knowing stares.

"No thank you. We're good for now."

"Very well. If, uh, if you're still staying at the hotel, then you can add this to your room, if that would be easier."

"Thank you, I think we'll do that, although we are waiting for a small to go order."

"I'll go check on that right away."

As the server walks away and Brian starts chuckling, Justin has to ask. "What was all that about?"

"He was indisposed alright… in the best possible way, or at least as well as you can be by yourself."

"Huh?"

"For a gay man, I thought you would figure that one out already, Sunshine."

"Well, I mean, it crossed my mind, but certainly not, I mean…"

"Justin, he was delivering your drink, which you were moaning over, followed by watching the excitement in your eyes and face when you talk about food. Of course he was turned on. And while that might not have been enough, I saw him briefly watching us, when you were otherwise indisposed."

Justin gasped at that, "no."

"Yep, I doubt he noticed me seeing him, but he definitely saw, and noticed you coming back up, and I know where he was, where he just had to go. Not that I blame him."

"Oh my god, that's so… so… I don't know, but…"

"You never left your shift at the diner to jerk off to a customer or two."

Justin blushes a very deep dark blush and puts his head down… oh, this would be interesting, far more than a yes or no answer, what could Justin possibly be hiding?

"Justin," he uses his sexy, but stern tone, that Justin always has to respond to. "Why are you blushing Justin? Jerk off more than a few times to customers?"

Justin nods at that, still not looking, interesting.

"Many times?"

Justin shakes his head no… hmmm.

"Many customers?"

Again, no… okay, now he's confused, if it wasn't many… how long did he work there, let's see… oh, he gets it… such a naughty little boy.

"A few times?"

Justin nods, blushes deeper, eyes and face still hidden.

"Just one customer," he states more than questions.

And Justin slowly nods yes.

"When," Brian whispers.

Justin quickly shakes his head no.

"Please tell me Justin," he pleads, as much as he can never say no to Justin… Justin can never say no to him either, especially when he begs.

Justin takes a deep breath and plunges forward, although he never wanted to admit this, ever!

"Umm," he takes a drink of water, still not looking at Brian, "it was a couple times during that first year that we were, that we, umm…"

"Knew each other, although you were convinced you were with me."

Justin nodded, and continued, "and a couple times, um… when, well, it was… whniswtthn," he finishes mumbling, not quite able to sound that out loud.

"What was that Sunshine, I missed the last part."

Justin lifts his head to look into Brian's eyes, "When… when I was with Ethan," Brian gasps, not expecting that at all, oh maybe he hoped, then and now, but to hear it… "After… after the Carnivale… I just… when you smiled at me and asked me to do the poster, and then later, when I came over… I… I thought for sure you, well, I guess we'll never know, all I could think at the time was thank god for Mikey."

Of all the comments Justin had to say. One day… he'll have to tell Justin the reason for that comment being so true, not yet, but one day. Right now Justin just thinks he's struggling to respond to that whole Ethan thing. He knew he was as much to blame as Justin, but… what's done was done, and nothing was going to change that. But he still hated thinking about it, anyway.

Then Brian remembered why they started that conversation. He smirked at that, "so… at the diner… and later, after going home to Ian."

Justin laughed at that… god, it felt good to laugh at that whole fucking fiddler fiasco, as Brian liked calling it. He was still embarrassed over the conversation, though.

"Well, technically Ethan wasn't there, he was at a party, well, his sort of party," he snorted a laugh at that.

"What's funny about that… other than the obvious."

"The obvious?"

"Ian at a party," Brian says like one would say 'duh'.

Justin giggles. "No… not that, well, they were all these pretentious, snobby better-than-thou music assholes and one of them," he kind of growls, still upset by that comment and how Ethan had just stood there, the thought that he thought that was funny, why hadn't he seen… no, not going there, finish the story… "one of them said 'so this is the illustrious boyfriend, he's actually real' or some such fucking snooty remark," Justin was sneering and clearly upset, but Brian really wanted to hear this, so let it flow.

"He actually said that… like I was some figment of the imagination or something… then tells me that Ethan said something about me being an artist and I said something like computer graphics or something and that fucker actually says 'so I'm not just a pretty face', god I was pissed, and so fucking bored… and," Justin takes a deep breath here, still grinning as he remembered his response, and the stunned expression of the other guests, "so I responded," Brian was completely absorbed by Justin's story. Justin never talked about any of his time away from him, in some perverse morbid sense he was glad that Justin's experience away from him was horrible… cause he knew how that felt.

"I said 'no, I've got a pretty big cock as well, and I give one hell of a blow job'."

With that Brian burst out laughing, really glad he hadn't taken a drink then. "I could only imagine their faces when you said that." Oh, that comment was too eerily like another time… he'd have to put that out of his mind, fast.

"You should have seen their faces," way too fucking similar, come on Justin, keep going… please.

"They were so fucking stunned, it was hilarious. And I honestly have no idea what they thought after that… but I knew I had to get out of there… I planned on just going home… well, kind of, I mean… no, I knew where I was going before I left, and I left anyway. I think maybe Ethan knew, but maybe he didn't, I don't know, we never talked about it."

"You went to the Carnivale… had to see your poster blend in with the event? Not quite the exhibit you're used to now."

Justin chuckled, kind of amused, kind of… uh oh… blushing again, and just with that, Brian remembered why they were talking about that.

"Not quite, but it, I don't know, seemed," he was playing with his food now, well, his eggs, he had finished everything else, not looking at Brian, to hide his eyes, "well, I knew you were planning it, so it definitely wasn't going to be like the center wanted it. And the moment I walked in, it was almost like, like coming home, almost. I had been out of that world, the promiscuity, everything being about sex, just waiting for the next trick, the next drug, and while a lot of that still didn't appeal to me… it was… at the time… it was your world, and… it was so easy to be pulled back in. I missed that world, that carefree attitude, and when I saw you, under all those lights, surrounded by a world you truly created… I know you don't do regrets, and I'm not doing that either, cause it doesn't change anything, but if that trick hadn't come up… and you had asked me… well… I wouldn't have gone back."

Brian had to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Good boy," the only thing that came to mind, at the same moment he reached over and grabbed Justin's hands in both his.

Justin looked up into Brian's eyes, and gasped, Brian's eyes were slightly damp, he knew his were a bit more than damp. Brian let go of one of his hands and moved to wipe away Justin's tears.

"You're the only one whose ever understood me so well Justin… even then… that night… you read me so well that night. I could see it in your eyes, tell it in your smile. Who knows what would have happened, but you're right about that trick, had he not come up… but, no regrets right?"

Justin shook his head no fervently while leaning into Brian's hand. Their server had already brought Justin's cocoa and treats… but shook his head at the server before he approached, more quietly with a stern glance from Brian. Brian wanted, no, needed, Justin to continue.

"Well, I think that's enough soul searching and heart wrenching moments, what's say we hit the road and I'll go take you where I want."

Justin nods, realizing they were not only done, but his little to go order from Brian had been delivered to the table, he hadn't even seen it.

Brian stands up and reaches a hand down for Justin. Justin smiles sweetly at Brian and places his hand in Brian's after pushing his chair back. Brian pulls him up and in to his arms for a moment, embracing, thankful for all they had, grateful for the other, who complete the other so perfectly.

Brian kissed Justin gently before releasing him, but keeping hold of one hand, pulling Justin toward the front of the building, where he knew a rental car would be waiting for him. He wasn't much for texting, he'd rather talk, but when he wanted to arrange something without Justin knowing, and Cynthia was as manipulative and stubborn as he was, and didn't mind texting, it was great.

And seeing Justin's face, his eyes full of pride, love, joy, wonder and a youthful innocence and zest for life, that after everything they had gone though, he shouldn't. But Justin absolutely did… and seeing Justin's face light up like a kid on Christmas morning at Brian pulling up in front of the Andy Warhol Museum, it was so worth it.