Brian quickly aborted his attempt at making himself more comfortable when the sharp cry of protest reached his ears.

"Don't move!"

Brian sighed very loudly.

"Christ, Justin!" he complained. "I'm starving."

"Yeah like I will be one day if you don't let me work."

"I'll support you for the rest of your life, which may be ending sooner than expected if you don't let me up."

Justin looked above his sketchbook and into Brian's annoyed eyes.

"Please Brian?" Justin asked in a child's voice.

Instantly Brian hated him. Justin knew that the older man was unable to deny him anything when he asked in that tone of voice.

"All right," Brian mumbled. "Just hurry up okay?"

Flashing him a quick smile, Justin returned to his charcoal and paper. Less than a year had passed since they first met and already Justin could make him do things no other could. And it wasn't only because he'd most likely get sex as a reward. As Brian watched the artist work, he was amazed at how erotic it was. The complete intensity in Justin's eyes that showed no other emotion but passion as he would stare at the paper, looking up from time to time to scan Brian's body before returned back to work.

This time Justin had Brian lying in the leather chaise much like a large cat with his limbs very slack and his body relaxed. Black jeans and a loose, long-sleeved black shirt that buttoned in the front, only the top three were undone to reveal the strong flesh of Brian's chest. Soon, the utterly devoted gaze of his lover was indeed too much and it began to physically show. Due to the fact that Justin seemed to be focusing on the face and upper body, it was a while before he noticed but when he did, an unmistakable twinkle came into his eyes.

"Honestly," he said simply with a smile.

Knowing that there was no reason to respond, Brian just looked him in the eyes.

"You are hungry aren't you?"

The innocent way in which the boy commented was the last Brian could stand. Before Justin had time to protest Brian was across the room and clasping Justin's hands, pulled him up and away from his work and kissed him roughly on the mouth. For the shortest moment Justin resisted but soon allowed himself to become lost in Brian's embrace. As the older man shed his lover of his shirt, Justin carefully walked backwards as Brian pushed him up the stairs to the bed. Their mouths never separated as they fell back onto the soft mattress and pillows. The feeling of his smaller and very willing partner under him added to Brian's desperate need to remove his jeans, which were becoming quite uncomfortable. Sensing this, Justin moved his hand, dusted with charcoal, to his waist and began working on the buttons.

"I'm never gonna get that drawing done," Justin said between breaths.

Indeed, it had been the second attempt Justin had made at finishing that drawing which and been inspired by the two of them in that same chair with a pint of vanilla ice cream only a few weeks before.

"Please," Brian argued as he finally freed himself of the confining denim. "You brought this on yourself."