I really didn't have much to work with in this episode. Happy to rewrite if anyone thinks of anything better …


Set immediately before and up to the time Brian kicks Justin out of his flat as Kip arrives to
discuss business, yeah right!
(Also, Brian fucks Kip more than once too, and he mentions
a guy he was fucking for a while who wore diapers; not that it matters we all know Justin's special!!)

*

Work, work, work. Brian sighed and ran a hand down his face. He had to finish before Kip arrived, he'd promised he'd go through the ideas but right now he'd rather be doing anything else. He'd worked all day, he wanted to relax. Just then the buzzer of his flat went. He got up, thinking it would be Kip, or course the asshole would be early. He walked over to the panel and pushed a button.

"Yeah."

"Hey, it's …"

"Come on up," Brian sighed, cutting off the voice before hitting the unlock button and going back to his work. He'd almost forgotten that his personal stalker would be around at some point. Brian did attempt to do a bit more work but he just listened to the whirring of the elevator and the sliding of the door and then Justin appeared.

"Hey," he grinned.

"Why did you ring the bell? You know the combination, don't you? And you've got a key."

"Well, yeah, but Debbie said that Michael told her that you..."

"Do they not have their own lives to discuss."

"...had a lot of work on at the moment, so I thought I'd make sure I wasn't getting in the way."

"You're always getting in the way," Brian frowned.

"Mm," Justin hummed, going to the kitchen and filling a glass with orange juice. "Can I have a drink?" he asked as an after thought, already taking his first sip.

"No," Brian answered bluntly, chewing his pen and making the easy changes to the advert ahead of him.

"So, what're you doing?"

"Work."

"When's it gotta be done by?"

Brian took in a long breath, "why?"

"Well, you look like you've been working really hard. And I need a break from Debbie's house so I thought you could take me dancing."

"And why would I wanna do that?" Brian asked, not looking up from his work and circling a few more things, though he always found it increasingly difficult to concentrate when the blonde twink was around.

"Because we're both young, hot and like dancing," Justin said hopefully.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Brian smirked. Then added seriously, "but not tonight. I've got plans."

"So. It'll be good, the thumpa, thumpa of the night club. Hot guys, grinding bodies. Me and you."

"Just me and you, that sounds like a date."

"Don't think of it as a date," Justin urged.

"How long have you known me?" Brian asked, "I don't do dates."

"It's not a date," Justin insisted, "I just wanna know if you wanna go to B abylon with me."