The younger man's mouth moved slightly as he struggled to find words. Not waiting for an adequate response, Brian turned and pulled out of Justin's loose embrace, heading towards the bathroom door. Justin reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling Brian close to him again.

"Wait!"

The older man turned and raised an eyebrow, waiting once again for Justin to answer his question. Looking into Brian's eyes, Justin's mind went blank and the taller man pulled away from him yet again. Unable to think of anything else to do, Justin flung himself in front of the door, barring Brian's entrance.

"How much do you love me?" He quickly asked.

Brian smiled and using two fingers on Justin's shoulder, pushed him aside. The blonde slumped into the wall as his lover walked into the bathroom. A few seconds later, Brian re-emerged, closing the door firmly behind him and locked eyes with Justin who was still leaning into the wall.

"Get rid of it," he said in a flat voice as he walked towards the dresser.

"Briiaaaaannnn," Justin whined as he walked towards him.

"Ah, ah, ah," Brian said as he shook his finger at him. "None of that. Just get rid out."

"Brian, I can't," Justin insisted.

"Sure you can," Brian responded. "You just pick it up and get it out of it."

"And what should I do? Just leave him on the streets to die?"

"Stop being a princess, Justin," he continued. "Take it to the Human Society."

"What, so they can euthananize him?"

"Give it to Daphne."

"She's allergic to cats."

"Then take it back to where you fuckin' found it!"

"Brian, he'll be dead within the week!"

"Justin, I don't give a shit," Brian yelled. "Get that fucking thing out of my house!"

Brian walked away from him again, ripping off his jacket and tie in the process. Justin sighed and placed his hands on his hips as he thought. Brian was extremely annoyed right now and if he was going to get anywhere with him the fist thing he needed to do was calm him down. Walking up behind him, Justin slowly ran his hands up and down the back of Brian's arms.

"Brian," he softly whispered as he rested his cheek flat against Brian's back.

"Fuck you, no!" Brian exclaimed as he turned to face him. "Don't be pulling that shit on me, I want that thing out of here."

"Brian, he had no where safe to go."

As the older man opened his mouth to retort, Justin quickly spoke again.

"Just let him stay here until I find a good home for him. Please, that's all I'm asking . . . just until I can find some people who will take care of him."

Brian sighed, placed his thumb and pointer finger on the corner of his eyes, and sighed. Justin held his breath as he waited for the answer like a man awaiting a possible death sentence. When Brian finally looked back up at him, Justin made his best puppy-dog face.

"You've got two days," Brian informed him. "On the third morning, it's outta here. I don't give a shit where, but it's gone."

"OK, OK," Justin instantly whispered. "Thank you."

The blonde raised himself up on tiptoe and kissed him warmly. As he pulled back and moved to step away, he found that his smooth hand lingered on the side of Brian's neck as if by habit. Justin closed his eyes again as Brian seemed to forget everything and dipped his head in to connect their lips again. They worked with quick precision at removing each other's clothes and only when they were fully naked did they tumble into the bed together. Justin reached to his side and retrieved a condom as Brian gently nipped at the delicate skin of his neck before he ran his tongue over those sensitive areas.

As Brian continued his ministrations at his throat, Justin slid his hands down between them and rolled the sheath over him, earning the young man a light gasp from his lover. Leaning back further into the sheets, Justin crossed his ankles at the middle of Brian's back and took in a sharp breath as Brian pushed inside him with one fluid movement. As Brian felt Justin's body relax around him, he began their moderate yet somehow desperate rhythm. Justin arched his back and gripped onto Brian's shoulder with his left hand while his right pulled his lips to his own. Brian breathed into him as he ran his fingers through the fine blond strands and increased their movement.

The feeling of Justin body becoming tense and rigid as he rode out his orgasm pushed Brian over as well. They rocked together for a moment longer before Brian rested the full weight of his body against him. Justin felt the air leave his lungs as he rested his palms against Brian's moist back. The two men lay there together for a moment before Justin spoke in a pleasant tone.

"Have I told you yet that I love your new light?" he questioned as he turned on the orange rectangle above the bed.

"Come to mention it . . . no."

Justin turned towards him.

"I like your new light," he smiled.

Brian found himself smiling back.

"Thanks."

Justin kissed him quickly on the side of his mouth and entwined their fingers.

"Wanna shower?"

Brian grinned and allowed Justin to pull him up. They both were so caught up with one another that when they opened the bathroom door they yelled in surprise as the black and white fur flashed by them.

"Jesus!" Brian exclaimed.

Before he could say anything else Justin bent down to retrieve his pants.

"I'll get him, I'll get him," he insisted. "Go. I'll be in in a second."

Brian lightly scowled as he moved into the bathroom. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

To be continued.