A/N: Here comes the smut. Please do comment. I live for feedback.

Brian breathed out quickly, like someone had punched him in the gut, "What?"

Justin squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head before opening them again. "Oh my God. I'm an idiot. How could I have not recognized you the minute I saw you again? Or figured it out after you told me you were from Pittsburgh and even that you were there on Liberty and near the alley that night?"

Brian said helplessly, weakly, "I never said it was me."

Justin laughed. "NO. But you remember A LOT of detail for a sexual encounter you weren't part of. I mean, come on! You're not exactly attentive. 98% of the time, you live on a planet with a population of 1 as far as you're concerned! You expect me to believe that you just happened to see me … watch closely enough to notice my facial expressions … and then remember years later?" Justin rubbed his forehead. "I'M SO STUPID. I can't believe I bought that even for a second. It just never occurred to me that it could be you." He started laughing a little maniacally. "OH MY GOD! I was actually worried that you'd fucked him." He smiled brightly. "Well, I guess technically you have. You have jerked off before."

A little more firmly, but not at all convincingly, Brian repeated, "I never said it was me."

Justin stood, slipped off his shoes, and sat on Brian's lap then, straddling him. He leaned closer and started placing open mouthed kisses up Brian's neck toward his ear. He traced Brian's ear lobe with his tongue. Then he whispered, his lips against Brian's ear, "But you haven't said it wasn't." Following this statement, he started sucking on Brian's neck at the pulse point, while also snaking his hand inside Brian's suit coat, unbuttoning several of the buttons on the shirt beneath, and sliding his hand inside, running his hands up Brian's abdomen and chest before stopping at his left nipple – tracing it lightly with two fingers and then pinching it.

Brian started to pant. He breathed, "I …"

Justin stopped his ministrations to Brian's neck then and moved his head so that he was facing Brian, just a couple of inches away. Then he licked Brian's lips, tracing their contours slowly with the tip of his tongue before plunging his tongue inside Brian's mouth.

Brian, who had been just existing, just sitting there on the coffee table in a daze, letting Justin do as he would, suddenly, unaccountably, grabbed Justin, sliding both hands to Justin's face and deepened the kiss. He tilted Justin's head and kissed Justin savagely, pushing his tongue so deeply in Justin's mouth it appeared he would consume Justin if he could and even periodically biting Justin's lips, hard. Justin moaned a deep body moan. He pulled away, leaving Brian breathless, panting and confused. Then Justin whispered, "You knew I was special the moment you laid eyes on me." Brian looked down. He couldn't risk letting Justin see the expression in his eyes. Justin continued on undeterred, "That's why you were gentle when you first fucked me, why you pursued me even after recognizing me in New York, why you agreed to be my boyfriend, why you stopped tricking. And now …"

Brian grew angry then. His defense mechanism. Well one of them. He hissed, "Now what?" He pushed Justin off his lap and turned away.

Justin wasn't surprised at all. He'd expected resistance. The only surprise was that it hadn't happened sooner. He held his head high and stated confidently, "And now … you're falling for me."

Brian laughed. Then he muttered, "Whatever." He wheeled around. "Coming here was a stupid idea. I have an early morning." He headed toward Justin's bedroom door to retrieve his coat.

But Justin stepped in front of Brian, blocking his way. He smiled seductively and said, "You could leave. And if you're afraid, maybe you should."

Brian looked scandalized. Brian-Fucking-Kinney afraid?

Justin continued, "Or …" He slid his hands over the front of Brian's pants, where they met Brian's prominent erection, and then unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled the pants and his boxer briefs down sufficiently to release Brian's dick. He pushed Brian back, so that he was now sitting on the coffee table. "… I could ride you, right here, right now."

Brian actually flushed at the words.

Justin took that for a thumbs up and quickly disrobed. He set all of his clothes in a pile on the couch. He could get them dry cleaned later.

Then Justin dropped to his knees and deepthroated Brian's dick. He sucked hard, took Brian's dick further into his throat than he ever had, and swallowed around the tip of Brian's cock every time it hit the back of his throat, and REALLY HARD. Brian half-moaned, half-cursed, "Oh fuck!" Thus distracted, Justin slid his hand into Brian's pants pocket, pulling out a condom (and opening the package). He sat up and was about to roll it onto Brian's dick, when Brian grabbed Justin's hands. He said, "Wait."

He stood, removed all of his clothes (and shoes), and tossed them into the pile Justin had started. Then he pushed the coffee table closer to the door and growled, "Get on your hands and knees."

Justin's dick, which was already half-hard, grew fully erect in response to Brian's authoritative tone. He flushed all over and obeyed. Then Brian was suddenly behind him, spreading Justin's cheeks open, and swirling his tongue around Justin's entrance. Justin's eyes flew all the way open in shock, but a few moments later, his eyelids started to droop. Brian's tongue, his mouth, so hot, wet, and probing, felt SO fucking good. He half-moaned, half-whispered, "Brian …"

Then Brian was pushing his tongue inside Justin, alternately fucking Justin with his tongue and pulling all the way out and swirling it once more over and around Justin's entrance. Justin started panting. His dick also started leaking copious quantities of pre-cum.

Brian didn't know what he was doing. Not exactly. All he knew was that he suddenly had the urge to make Justin beg for his dick. And … to taste Justin. He didn't explore the question of why. He felt sure he didn't want to know.

Brian continued his ministrations for several minutes before sliding two fingers inside Justin and nudging the boy's prostate. Justin moaned. LOUDLY. A minute of prostate massage later, Justin growled, stood abruptly, pulled Brian to his feet and to the coffee table, and then shoved (SHOVED) him back into a sitting position. He rolled the condom (still in his hand) onto Brian's dick, turned away from Brian, poised Brian's dick at his entrance, and then pushed down hard, fast, impaling himself on Brian's dick. Brian half-shouted, "Oh fuck!"

Brian slid his hands up to Justin's waist, Justin thought gently, and allowed himself to be ridden. He didn't yank Justin down. He didn't need to. Justin was moving fast, roughly. Brian slid one hand up Justin's back to his neck. Again Justin thought gently. Almost lovingly.

That's when their eyes met (in the mirror hanging above the couch). Brian's eyes were intense, and they held Justin's. Justin was … in a very weird physical and emotional space. Everything about that moment, the knowledge that Brian had taken his virginity, that it was Brian who Justin had loved even before he really knew him, that fate had brought them back together, allowing Justin to fall in love with Brian a second time, that Brian had not denied that he, too, was falling in love, and that Brian was actually looking at Justin now with something akin to that emotion (love) in his eyes, caused Justin to feel like his body had suddenly lost cohesion. This was the third time Justin had experienced the sensation, but it was no less mind blowing now. He licked his lips and then bit his lower one hard, to try to push back his orgasm.

Brian observed the expression in Justin's eyes (helplessness with a touch of fear), watched him biting his lower lip, and had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to push back his own orgasm. He was nearly overwhelmed with his desire for Justin and something else, something he didn't dare name, so he did what he needed to gain some semblance of control. He moved them both to the floor and pushed Justin's chest down. Then he started fucking Justin hard and fast, all the while gripping his waist so hard he knew he'd probably leave marks. When he knew he was too close to hold back, he reached down, grabbed Justin's dick, which was covered in pre-cum and actually throbbing, squeezed it hard, eliciting a deep body moan from Justin, and then started jerking him off. Two seconds later, Justin threw his head up, arched his back, and clamped down on Brian's dick. They both came so hard that their eyes saw nothing but bright white light. And their ears heard nothing but a rushing like rain in a downpour. When their orgasms had finished shooting through them, Brian automatically slid his arms around Justin, holding him tight, tighter than he ever had.

Needless to say, they were both surprised when they heard Daphne's voice. "Uh, guys, could you move this little porno to Justin's bedroom?"

They both looked up. Daphne was standing a foot away, dressed to the nines (in a slinky red dress) and accompanied by a guy with wavy black hair and thick rimmed navy glasses. He was standing in the doorway, with a frightened look on his face. He seemed to be deciding whether or not to flee.

Justin jumped up and grabbed a nearby throw, which he then wrapped around his waist. He muttered, "Sorry, Daph" and made a mad dash for his bedroom. Once inside, he shut his eyes tight and cursed softly, "Fuck!" He should have waited for Brian.

Brian had wanted to leave, and this was his chance. Justin was in his bedroom, and Daphne had dragged the nerdy-looking guy into hers. He started picking up his clothes. He could simply dress, grab his overcoat, toss Justin a "later," and depart.

That was the smart move. It was too late to deny he was Justin's mystery man. But he could put distance between them. Justin was too close. Always too close. Even the day they 'met' years ago, he'd been too close. If Mikey hadn't called to say that Lindsay was giving birth, Brian would have stayed when Justin's father arrived, ended up taking Justin home, and fucked him all night. If that had happened, Justin would have become part of his life back then and who knows what choices he would have made. He might not have gone to New York. Justin always inspired him to make fucked up choices. To be someone else. Someone new. That was dangerous.

Yes, the smart move would be to leave. He'd promised three months of no tricking, and he wouldn't break that promise, but he hadn't promised anything else. He could be a really shitty boyfriend. Send Justin back to Ryan and focus on work. Use Justin as a booty call for a while. As it was, Brian had told Mikey that's all Justin was. A convenient lay that enabled Brian to work as much as he needed and still get both sleep and sex.

Brian shut his eyes and sighed deeply.

He stood there like that, in the living room, for a full minute.

Then he grabbed the entire pile of clothes and the bottle of schnapps and headed into Justin's room.

Justin was still standing in his bedroom, blanket wrapped around his waist, waiting. Every second Brian had spent in the living room had caused Justin's chest to ache more. By the time Brian passed through the doorway, Justin could no longer even breathe his chest hurt so much.

Justin posed a question and so quickly it sounded like air forced out, "You're staying?"

Brian nodded. "Apparently so."

Justin smiled brighter than he ever had and laughed. The relief was so strong, tears sprung to his eyes.

Brian muttered, "Twat," pulled his overcoat down from its perch and threw it over Justin's desk, and then shut the door.