PRETTY? YES. MINE? NO. SUE ME? NO THANX!

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Brian looked down at the sleeping form sitting in the seat next to him. He smoothed his hand over Justin's hair and kissed him on the top of his head.

They were married…well not legally…but as far as they were concerned they were.

So here they were. Sitting on the airplane, coming back from their honeymoon in Ibiza. It had been a week in paradise, all planned by the master party planner, Emmett. After their wedding reception, Em had handed them two plane tickets and shoved them into a limo without telling either of them where they were going.

When they got out of the limo at the airport, they went to the ticket counter and checked in.

"Ok Mr. and Mr. Kinney-Taylor. You're all set. Have a wonderful flight." Said the girl behind the counter.

"Um…thank you." Justin says as he grabs his ticket from Brian. "But," he whispers to Brian, " where the fuck are we go--" Justin gasped and screamed" HOLY FUCK! WE'RE GOING TO IBIZA!" right in Brian's ear.

"Jesus Justin," Brian said as he rubbed his ear, " did you have to scream it like that?"

"I'm just so excited. How the fuck did Emmett get the money for a trip like this? Did you know we were going?"

"I just wrote the checks for all this stuff…he said that there needed to be a honeymoon fund so I said go for it. He never said anything about where he was sending us. Now lets go or we're gonna miss out flight."

When they landed in Ibiza, there was a limo driver waiting to take them to their hotel, right on the beach. They spent the entire two weeks that they were there partying, drinking, sleeping, oh, and of course, fucking their brains out.

Justin woke up as he heard the pilot's voice over the loud speaker,

"Ladies and gentlemen. We will be landing in Pittsburgh in about ten minutes. The temperature is a chilly 45 degrees but the sun is shining. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing and thank you for flying with us today."

"45 degrees? Brian! I wanna be back in Ibiza…I bet its warm there." Justin said as he hooked his seatbelt on.

"I know Sunshine…. but we had to come home sometime." Brian said as he wrapped his arm around Justin.

As soon as they got off the plane, they were nearly knocked over by Debbie who wrapped them in a bear hug.

"Oh! I missed you both so much! So…what'd ya bring me?" she said as soon as she let them go.

"Jesus Deb," Brian said," can we get off the plane first? Maybe even go home?"

"We have presents for everybody. They're all packed away in our bags but we'll be over tonight to hand them out." Justin said as he grabbed his bag from the conveyor belt.

Once they had their bags, Brian, Justin, and Debbie hopped into a cab and went back to the loft. The cab dropped Brian and Justin off then drove down the street to bring Deb home.

Justin dropped the suitcases just inside the door and sighed.

"Oh my god…it is so good to be home." He said as he walked over to the answering machine.

You have thirty-three new messages it said as he pushed the button.

"Jesus…they all knew we were on vacation. They couldn't wait to call?" Brian said as he walked up behind Justin, kissing his neck.

"I guess not." Justin said as he pressed the button to listen to the messages.

Brain? Justin? It's Em. I guess you're not back yet. Call me when you get this. I want to know if you liked the vacation I picked out for you…if you even saw the outside of the room. Bye sweeties.

"One down, thirty- two to go." Brian said as he walked into the bedroom.

Justin sat down by the phone and went through the messages. Most of them were telemarketers and their friends wondering how their vacation was.

Justin? Its Daphne. I want details o the honeymoon…and I don't mean the suite you stayed in. you obviously can't see this but I'm winking now. Haha…call me!

One by one, Justin wrote down the people who had called.

Brian was watching TV when he heard Justin gasp.

"Justin? Whatsa matter?" he asked as he walked over to him.

Justin just looked at him as he pressed the repeat button.

Justin. Its dad. We need to talk. Bye.

"Fuck…."

sorry its os short...more soon