*~White Reunion~*

Justin softly sighed as he closed his book and put his hand written copy of his research paper on Renaissance Art away. He'd managed to get it all typed and had had his fill of reading for the next week or so. The sounds of the printer bounced lightly off the empty walls as the young man arched his back over the office chair and stretched. After the printer was done filling the white pages with his words Justin turned the computer off and placed his report on the table to that he could double check it tomorrow. Thankfully, he didn't have any classes the next day and could put some finishing touches on it and hopefully spend some time with Brian. He had actually spent Saturday night at Debbie's house after he found out Friday that it was too difficult to sleep in the large bed by himself and then wake up with a cold pillow next to him. The only reason he returned was that Brian was due back that night.

Justin had no idea what time, only that it was Sunday evening. For the past two hours every noise sounded like the hum of the elevator. As he stood he glanced at the clock. 9:30. Just as he was about to sit and attempt to pass the time with the Powerpuff Girls he once again thought he heard the whine of the cables. Instead of rushing over and sliding the door open as he'd done numerous times that evening, he waited and stood like a mouse before a snake until he heard the wooden gate slide up. Smiling, Justin ran towards the door and as he slid the metal back to find Brian with a large suitcase in his hand and a smaller bag slung over his broad shoulder. Skipping up to him, the young man flung his arms around his neck and pressed their lips together. Justin was startled when his lover pushed against him and broke their kiss.

"Sir?" Brian questioned. "Do I know you?"

Justin laughed.

"Shut up!"

Walking backwards Justin pulled Brian by his tie into the loft. As soon as they were clear of the door the tall man dropped his luggage and pulled Justin closer to him.

"Hmm," Justin moaned. "How was your trip?"

Brian smiled into his mouth.

"Hot and sticky."

"Oh," Justin said in a mock-disappointed tone. "I hope you're not too sick of 'hot and sticky' yet."

"Never," Brian replied, grabbing Justin roughly by the front of his shirt and moved up the steps to the bed.

Nearly tripping over himself as Brian pulled him up the steps, Justin smiled and responded with equal vigor to Brian's seemingly depraved mouth and, throwing all his weight on him, pushed the both of them down on the mattress. The younger man felt pleasure running though his veins like a drug as Brian wrapped his arms around his back and continued moving his mouth against his.

"Did you miss me?" Justin mumbled against his swelling lips.

Almost immediately after he'd said it Justin regretted having done so and was content and even relieved with Brian's slight smile. Burying his face in his neck the young man inhaled the scent of his shampoo from his latest shower, assuring him that he would catch no other's man's smell on him, allowing him to at least imagine that Brian belonged only to him. Kissing the side of his neck he felt Brian run his hand into his hair and shifted their weight quickly, flipping him over onto his back. The older man smiled in amusement when he looked down into his lover's flushed face, wrinkled clothes, and mussed hair. Lowering his mouth back down to his, he breathed against his lips.

"Where you a good boy while I was gone?"

Justin ginned and closed his eyes, reaching up to connect them again.

"Yes."

"Get your homework done?"

"Hm-mm."

"Get drunk? Get high? Get laid?"

"Of course."
Justin smiled even though his last statement was entirely false. All he'd done while Brian was away was his research paper and wonder when his lover was returning.

"That's very good." Brian said slyly as his hands slid down to the waistband of Justin's jeans.

Justin moaned in anticipation and caressed the side of his face softly and with complete adoration as his partner's long fingers uncovered more bare skin. Looking into Brian's preoccupied eyes he felt something inside him stir. It was the same feeling he had had when he'd woken up beside him on their first morning. When Brian had danced with him in his arms at his prom. When he'd held his hand so protectively walking down Liberty Avenue. When he'd made love to him slowly after the attack. Justin wanted to do nothing more at those moments then to tell Brian how much he loved him. How he fell helplessly since the night Brian picked him up outside Babylon and was falling deeper with every passing second. But each time he opened his mouth, something stopped him. What if everything changed? What with nothing changed? What if Brian said nothing? What if Brian told him he felt the same way? It was these thoughts that prevented him from expressing what his body yearned to scream at the top of his lungs.

"What's wrong?"

The sound of Brian's voice caused the younger man's eyes to focus on him and he realized that he had been lying unresponsive for quite some time. Brian was looking down at him with a curious expression.

"Nothing," he responded craning his neck to kiss his lips. "Just thinking."

"That's not much fun," Brian smirked as he slid back down Justin's body. Feeling his lips at his navel, Justin wrapped his fingers in the brown hair and for the first time realized that his jeans had been thrown to the floor.