"I knew giving you all that alcohol was a mistake."

Justin tried to respond but tripped over a beer can in the street and gripped Brian's arm tighter.

"Please, I didn't have any more than you did," the intoxicated man managed to protest.

"Yeah well that's at least one . . . the only benefit of being older," Brian said as he secured his grip around Justin's slender waist and continued to walk to the jeep.

Upon reaching it, Brian opened the passenger side door and all but picked Justin up and placed him in the seat. Closing the door, Brian walked around to the other side and climbed in. As he reached over to fasten Justin's seat belt he felt the boy's delicate hands on his.

"You can't drive," Justin protested. "You're too . . . hemophilic."

"Okay," Brian began. "I think you mean 'inebriated' and you are in no position to talk. Besides, I am not drunk.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Justin drunkenly continued. "You are SO drunk! You're so drunk you'd make . . . cheese . . . turn pink."

After a moment of looking at him with a blank expression, Brian spoke.

'Justin," he asked calmly. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well if you don't repeat it I'm not gonna understand," he answered.

Pushing a grin aside, Brian squeezed Justin's seat belt and checked it by giving it a rough tug.

"You've become dyslexic I see," Brian said. "Justin, darling, I think you're officially plastered."

"Hehehe, you called me 'darling'," Justin smiled. "You so love me."

Starting the ignition, Brian put on his own seat belt and drove away from Woody's and to the loft. All the way back Justin rambled inane things and by the time Brian had him in the elevator he was singing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls. Because the younger man seemed utterly incapable to master the fine art of walking Brian leaned down and, slipping an arm under his knees, carried him back to the bedroom causing Justin to exclaim a surprised "whoa!". Carefully, Brian dropped his lover on the bed and smiling, kneeled over him and undid his jeans before he slid them down his slim, white legs. As he reached to remove his shirt however, he was startled by Justin's sudden loud laughter.

"What?" Brian questioned.

Justin smiled as he looked up at him.

"You have pretty eyes," He answered in a much more sober voice.

Brian regarded him with helpless adoration but was taken back when Justin lurched up and kissed his lips. When they parted, Justin grabbed Brian by the front of his shirt and whispered hungrily in his ear.

"Fuck me."

Brian smiled as the younger man placed sloppy kisses on his neck and jaw. He wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he couldn't find his mouth again. Moaning, Brian pushed Justin back into the sheets.

"Hmm," he muttered. "That's not in your best interest right now."

"Since when do you care?" he asked. "Come on."

As he reached for him, Brian caught his hand and placed it back beside his body. It was tempting; Justin half-naked, drunk and quite helpless beneath him. Regardless, he resisted.

"No," Brian said firmly. "You wouldn't even remember it if we did. Besides, you're gonna be hurting bad enough in the morning."

Justin released a loud, dramatic sigh but ceased his efforts. Allowing Brian to remove his shirt Justin then crawled under the covers and watched as his older lover covered him with the soft comforter. Almost like a father, Brian leaned in and kissed his forehead.

" 'Night Sunshine."