"Fate controls who walks into your life, but you decide who you let walk out, who you let stay and who you refuse to let go." – Unknown

A step in the right direction

The lovers take a quiet shower, it wasn't the most conducive place for talking, but conversations could be had… in the language they both knew best. They wash each other's bodies and hair, slowly and methodically, like paying homage to a deity, in pure devotion of the perfect specimen before them. To Justin, what he's feeling isn't that new, he always felt that way when he washed Brian (or did anything with Brian), but Brian was completely shocked. He always liked washing Justin, but he had convinced himself it was because he got to fuck him at the same time.

Now though, as he reevaluates what he felt and what he feels now, he realizes that he really liked just washing Justin. Knowing you're giving someone else pleasure and comfort, in a non-sexual way… oh sure, their showers were always sexual, but this cleaning each other didn't need to be sexual and what an exhilarating feeling that was. He knows they're both hard, but if Justin is content to just washing him, then so be it. He wants Justin to take the lead. Not only does Brian need to know that Justin can handle this new and apparently improved Brian, but Brian needs to feel that Justin is ready to give in to what he wants and take what he needs.

Brian isn't sure exactly what that is, and maybe Justin doesn't know either, but Brian knows without a doubt that whatever he does need, the only person to ever give him that is standing right in front of him rinsing them both off.

God, Justin thinks, this man is so beautiful, and based on everything that's happened, he's his, or as close to his as Brian can belong to anyone. He's still thinking about their last orgasm… he knows he can't ask monogamy from Brian. He doesn't know what Brian's sex life is like, but even if they were to try monogamy… well they have to officially be a couple, or whatever they want to call it.

He thoroughly enjoys Brian washing him, in such a loving, tender, non-sexual way. Oh sure, if Brian were to shove him against the wall and fuck him, he sure wouldn't complain. But this… just washing and caressing, it's that of a lover taking care of their partner and Justin is loving every second of it. He doesn't want to say anything and ruin the moment, so when Brian stops, Justin decides to return the favor.

Brian looks so… amazing, sweet, peaceful, happy… he's never seen this Brian. He's in completely uncharted territory here. He's hoping for some sign from Brian as to what comes next, but it looks like Brian is just letting Justin do what he wants. Letting Justin take the lead, something he always wanted with Brian, but knew he would never get. This Brian may be confusing the hell out of him, but if he didn't know any better, and he's hoping he's right, this Brian is telling him to go for it because he can have it all.

So before he can second guess anything… he hasn't made it in New York, on his own for nothing… he does exactly what he wants. The moment he finishes rinsing Brian off, he sinks down on his knees and takes Brian all the way in, moaning at the taste. God, he will never get enough of this man. He hears Brian moan his name as his breathing becomes more erratic from Justin deep throating him over and over.

Brian leans against the wall behind him so his knees don't collapse under him. He knows he's moaning Justin's name, but he doesn't care anymore. He meant what he said about only wanting Justin. No one, not one single trick, can suck a cock like Justin. No matter how close they came, no one ever compared to Justin. Whether he was sucking, rimming, fucking, being fucked… Justin was the absolute best… why the fuck would he want anything less than the best in his bed… in his life… in his heart? The answer was easy – he didn't.

They were both still wet from the shower and it was getting a little cooler, although still warm. Justin knew he had to speed things up, not only did he absolutely want to talk (although part of him wanted to spend the next few days just being fucked by Brian), but he really was hungry. Using the water that was still all around him, and hoping Brian would experience so much pleasure he wouldn't care what Justin was about to do… he glanced up at Brian… eyes closed, head back, moaning and panting, one hand on Justin's head, fingers rubbing in time with being sucked, one hand on the wall for more support. Beautiful doesn't even begin describe how Brian looked in pure ecstasy.

Justin knew Brian wouldn't notice it when he stopped jerking himself off to massage Brian's balls, his other hand was holding Brian's thigh, more for the need to touch Brian than for support. He slowly, but not too slowly, moved his hand from Brian's balls to insert one finger into Brian's ass, and unerringly, as if his hand and mind knew exactly where it was, hit Brian's prostate on the first shot.

"Justin!"

Brian screamed as he shot massive amounts of come down Justin's throat. Hearing Brian's sounds of orgasm and pleasure, knowing he brought Brian off that quickly, being inside Brian. It was more than enough to spur his own orgasm, moaning around Brian's cock. Spasming through the force of his own orgasm while sucking Brian's come, savoring the taste.

Brian still breathing hard, trying to regain his composure and breath while jerking through such a powerful orgasm. Cheeky little fucker, Brian thinks. He groans, a sense of loss, which is a weird feeling, when Justin removes his finger and releases his cock. And Brian has to fight back a chuckle as Justin leans forward a little to lick what little come is left and kiss his cock. He's still smiling a little (he can't help it) when Justin looks up at him, a little shy smile on his lips, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but really enjoying the cookie too much to give a shit that he got it.

Brian takes a hold of Justin's shoulders carefully and pulls him in for a kiss, and to just hold him. Tasting himself on Justin is always such a fucking turn on. He remembers the first time he ever taught the kid that, and ever since Justin always saved a little to share back with him. He caresses Justin's lips and tongue with his own lips and tongue, enjoying the flavor, the smell, the feel, the velvety smooth feeling of Justin's body against his own. Justin's hands on his back and head, softening cocks trying to come back to life for more, but not quite ready yet.

Justin is the first to pull away, but only his head, his hands and body still firmly in place… and god does that feel good. He still looks like a debauched heavenly angel, but so at peace, so sated, so (dare he think it) in love, that he would gladly take this angel anywhere he wanted… and he means anywhere. Those soulful bright cerulean blue eyes (hey, he's in advertising, he knows colors), the still wet, but soft blond hair, like silk woven from the purest sunshine (Jesus, if his friends could hear his thoughts now), skin glowing from… everything.

"So beautiful."

Justin's eyes start tearing up a little, trying not to cry. He can't believe his ears, or his heart, or the love he sees reflected back from the most beautiful, expressive and uniquely hazel eyes Justin has ever seen. He's amazed at the depth of emotion he can feel from Brian, and suddenly all his hopes and dreams about having this man for him, and only for him, may not be that unrealistic.

"Brian…"

He wants to say something, but not sure what… well, no, he knows, what, but…

"Sunshine… how did I ever survive without you?"

Justin takes a deep breath and answers.

"You didn't."

Brian smiles first, a small little shy smile, before leaning forward and kissing Justin quickly, well, not too quickly, but definitely not lasting long.

"I believe you mentioned something about food, and if I remember correctly you're going to need a lot more than I have here… so why don't we get dressed and go have some breakfast."

"Why Mr . Kinney are you asking me on a date?"

Justin knows he's pushing his luck, but he has to see how Brian responds to this.

"Why yes, Mr. Taylor, I believe I am."

And while Justin tries to calm his fast beating heart at that little revelation and heartfelt, albeit playful, remark, Brian turns the shower off, holds the door open for Justin and grabs them both a towel.

They both dry off and get dressed. Brian in something clean, while Justin regretfully puts on what he was wearing the night before, a little miffed that he hadn't thought about being a little more careful. The sweater looked fine, but the pants were wrinkled. They didn't look all that bad, some material is supposed to look like that, but he wanted to look as good as Brian. Hmm… maybe that was impossible no matter how pressed his outfit was. Even in jeans and t-shirt Brian looked ridiculously amazing, and of course, knowing Brian t-shirts were out of the question unless sitting around the house. It honestly surprised him to see Brian in a t-shirt, course it was a long sleeve t-shirt, that was ribbed, with the sleeves pulled up and a v-neck so Brian still looked incredibly sexy.

"Shall we walk or drive?" Brian asks while walking up to Justin to admire the man in front of him, not able to hide the smirk when he noticed Justin admiring as well.

Justin couldn't help but smirk back. They were both clearly checking each other out, not that they hadn't last night, but both (unknowingly) thinking the same thing that how could they not check out the exquisite man in front of them.

"You have a car … in this city?"

"Of course I have a car, I've learned to travel the streets really well, and I'd rather pay exorbitant parking fees at some places than have to really on the taxi cab or subway system."

"I use both of those all the time, they may not be perfect, but I've never had a problem."

"How do you get your artwork anywhere if you don't own a car?"

"That's easy… I have to pack up everything in crates before sending it anywhere, so I may as well just pay a shipping company that specializes in transporting artwork to move it for me. Then I just take a cab or walk to the gallery when necessary, or the subway, but that's sometimes hard to do depending on the distance. I've never minded walking, and it seems the easiest way to get around."

"Hmmm… I guess that makes sense, I still couldn't image huffing it everywhere."

"That's only because you have expensive shoes that could get damaged and aren't beneficial for walking at all."

"That's beside the point," he says smiling. "So again, I ask, walking or driving?"

"Well I must say I don't usually travel by car, or when I do it's a taxi and I don't watch where we're going."

"If you don't watch where you're going, how do you know you're supposed to be there? And what do you do if you're not watching?"

"Well usually I'm sketching, anything, whether I'm working or just creating. And I know the city well enough to feel that I'm going in the right direction."

"That's just crazy… but, driving it is… are you planning on feeling where we're going?"

Justin chuckles at that, he knows Brian is just playing with him, and god, how good it feels to be joking with him. It's like they've been doing this all along and there hasn't been any time separating them at all. He wishes they had gotten together sooner, maybe if he had pursued him earlier, but then again… maybe they were supposed to wait.

"Hey… what's wrong? I thought for sure that the promise of food was gonna keep you in a good mood."

Brian has moved in front of Justin and is caressing his cheek with one hand and his other hand lightly on Justin's hip. Justin can't help but breathe a little sigh of relief and lean into that hand. He looks at Brian again, into those brilliant hazel eyes and can't help but smile. Not only does he see the playfulness there, but also true concern.

"I'm fine… just thinking too hard and about … don't worry, it doesn't matter, maybe I do just need some food."

"You always need food… there will be time for thinking later, and I know what should be hard, and it doesn't involve thinking at all, and will definitely be welcome later."

"Really?"

Brian smirks at him… patented Kinney smirk, complete with raised eyebrow and tongue-in-cheek.

"In case you hadn't figured it out, today's Friday… therefore we don't have to be in to the office till Monday… you're show is finished, and baring an emergency, you're mine for the weekend," he pauses to put his finger on Justin's lips knowing how he might respond to that, "and I think we both need food, and definitely coffee before addressing what comes after this weekend… and there will be more after this weekend, Justin."

Justin's breath hitches a little… he rarely uses his name… usually during sex or to get his attention. His breathing evens out and his eyes light up and his smile becomes his blinding sunshine smile knowing what Brian just said. Justin is here and after breakfast they will definitely be coming back, fucking again, making love again, and then actually deciding where they go from here.

And before either of them can say or do anything else, Justin's stomach rumbles loudly enough for both of them to hear it. They both chuckle at that.

"Come on, Sunshine, let's go feed the beast… we have some long, hard work ahead of us, and we have to make sure you're up for it."

"Oh, I'm up for it… as long as I can work under you."

"Always Justin… always."