Do you hear love
You're beautiful
Do you hear love
You're beautiful
You are
Yes, you are
Beautiful – Mandalay

Justin

I can't believe this.

We hadn't seen anyone following us. We hadn't told anyone where we were going. I stare down at the picture as Brian speeds down the empty road – I've been watching him watching in his mirror for any followers and there haven't been any – and, if the picture hadn't been taken in this kind of situation…it would've been fucking hot. I'd probably even keep it…if it hadn't been taken by my fucked up stalker. Brian suddenly snatches the picture away from me and shoves it into the glove compartment. "Just…stop looking at it." I nod and begin biting my nails. Nervous habit.

Seven seconds later – I know. I was counting.

"Stop doing that."

I take my thumb away from my mouth and twist my hands in my lap. I reach over for the radio but before I can reach the dial to turn it on, Brian grabs my wrist. "Don't mess with it." I suddenly feel aggravated. All of this stalker/picture shit was finally getting to me. Brian's attitude really wasn't helping me at all. "Is everything I'm going to do going to fucking annoy you? It'd probably be better if I just got out and walked. Then at least I wouldn't be yelled at for every fucking thing I did." Brian glares at me before returning his eyes to the empty road, the sun beating down on us. "Don't start with me, Justin." I cross my arms over my chest and stare out my window.

"I didn't start anything. You're the one who has an attitude."

"I'd say you have one too."

"And last time I checked it was me who was being stalked. Me who someone has some disgusting obsession with, so I think I have a right to have a fucking attitude."

Suddenly Brian pulls over. Cuts the engine. I still stare out my window refusing to look at him.

"And last time I checked you were my boyfriend so I think I have a right to have a goddamn attitude too."

I look over at him, a small smile suddenly on my face. "You admitted it!" He looks downright confused. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you BI-Polar?" I shake my head and continue to smile over at him. "You called me your boyfriend." It was amazing: The things that could change my mood around. I guess, most of the time, I was an easy pleaser. Just say the right words and I'll be fine. Finally getting it, he rolls his eyes and starts the engine again and we start our drive again. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes. Then:

"It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is. You never admit to anything. You're stubborn like that."

"You're insufferable."

I smirk over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not what you were saying last night. Or this morning. Or almost every day last week. Or –"

He quickly cut me off, a small smile finally showing up on his tense face. I grin and place a hand on his knee, fingers stroking the rough fabric of his jeans. Innocently. I'm really not trying to start anything. I just like…touching him. "I get it, Sunshine. You do have your purposes." I roll my eyes, fingers momentarily stopping their comfortable stroking. "Gee thanks. You really know how to make a man feel good about himself." He chuckles and places his hand over mine as my fingers start moving again. "Stop." I sigh. "Here we go again. Everything I do annoys you."

He raises an eyebrow over at me.

"It doesn't annoy me exactly."

I smile slightly.

"Oh. Hmm – I've never been fucked in a jeep before. Or any type of vehicle for that matter."

"Don't talk."

I smirk and continue, basically ignoring him.

"Not that I wouldn't want to. It sounds pretty exciting…being fucked in the back seat on the expensive black leather…clothes not even all the way off. Yeah. It sounds pretty hot."

I look over at the brunet. All his concentration is trying to dedicate itself to the road. His hand is gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are a pale white. Smiling, I remove my hand from underneath his and slide it along his thigh until I'm about and inch away from his already-hard cock. He's so easy sometimes. Just say the words 'fuck me' and he's as hard as a rock. I dance my fingers along the bulge, lightly and quickly. The jeep swerves a bit and he glares at me.

"Justin…"

There's a warning tone in his voice. I ignore it. He won't be able to stay mad at me for too long. I lean over, mouth a centimeter away from his ear. "Pull over." He tries to not listen to me but a few strokes of my fingers later, he's pulling over and shoving my hand away. "You really need to learn how to listen, Mr. Taylor." I grin. "Is that so? How 'bout you…teach me, Mr. Kinney." He glares at me for a few more seconds before his gaze softens and he leans his head back against the seat. "Suck my cock now." I smile, unbutton and unzip his jeans, and give him the my first 'in the car' blowjob.

Brian

"Debbie – Can we stay here for the night?"

The large woman nods as I sit on the floor with Gus in my lap. I had told her about the picture except I had given her the clean version. According to the version I told her it was just another picture of Justin sleeping. Not riding me like no tomorrow. Justin hugs the woman as she tells him how sorry she is that this has to all happen to such a 'nice young man'. Yeah, well, he hadn't been being so nice in the jeep today. He was almost getting too much to handle. Almost. Justin steps next to me and then sits down, stealing Gus away from my arms.

"Hey, Gus!"

"Haven't seen you in long time, Jus."

Justin smiles down at my son and kisses him on the forehead. "Your daddy's been keeping me locked away." I roll my eyes. He's always so dramatic. More like held him to my bed for the last two weeks. And he sure hadn't been complaining about it back then. Gus gives me a childish scolding look. "Daddy, that's not very nice. You should let Jus Jus see me." Debbie sits down on the sofa, the TV flickering on. She smiles slightly. "Gus, your dad is a selfish bastard." I roll my eyes again. "Language, Debbie." The woman snorts sarcastically. "Like you're one to speak." She has a point. I smile over at my son.

"I promise to let Justin see you more."

After all of this is over.

Gus smiles and hugs Justin around the neck. Justin hugs him back, talking to my son in an annoying – I tell myself over and over again that it isn't cute – childish voice about something stupid. I meet Debbie's gaze, a little knowing smile on her face, and I glare at her. She just thinks I was thinking that the three of us would make a fucking beautiful family. Because I wasn't thinking that. God. Really. As if. Gus tugs at my arm and my attention is taken away from annoying Debbie to my son. He smiles shyly up at me. "Daddy?" I smile down at him. "What, Sonny Boy?"

"Isn't Jus Jus pretty?"

Oh. God. What was this? Was there some kind of…conspiracy going on against me? I look over at Justin whose cheeks are suddenly a light shade of pink. He's smiling over at me though, he too is waiting for my answer. God. Children and their…stupid questions. I smile down at my son and nod my head. "Yes, Justin is very, very pretty." I wink over at the blonde before leaning in and kissing him. He's the first to pull away, blushing still. "Don't start anything in my living room, boys." I roll my eyes over at Deb. He eyes are glued to the television screen but she has an amused smile on her face.

"And that's just what I was planning on doing. Starting "something" right in front of my son."

Debbie grins.

"Wouldn't be surprised. Wanting him to learn early and all."

"Not that early."

I smile down at my son who, thankfully, has no fucking idea what we're talking about. Debbie changes the topic of conversation to a more uncomfortable one. "So, where ya guys gonna go?" I glance over at Justin who merely shrugs and begins bouncing Gus up and down in his lap causing the little boy to burst out in little childlike giggles. I sigh, running a hand tiredly through my hair. "No. Fucking. Idea. I need to find a place." Debbie was silent for a moment and then, suddenly, slightly startling Justin and I, she burst out with an "Oh I know!" I raise an eyebrow. "You know what exactly?"

"You remember when you were a kid and you used to go with Mikey, Vic and I camping? Ya know, we camped at that little cabin in the woods and there was a huge lake and hiking trails?"

Like I remember a million things from my childhood. Honestly. I do slightly remember that though.

"Sure. What about it?"

"Well, I'm friends with the woman who owns it…as far as I know she isn't renting it out for campers anymore and, if you wanted, I'm sure I could get her to let you two go up there for a little while. Until all this…blows over."

Justin practically beamed.

"Yeah! Brian that would be fun! A cabin all to ourselves."

Yeah, the 'all to ourselves' part of that did sound fun. I don't know what else he thought would be fun, the lake was probable infested with some sick disease or something. I shrug. "Sure. Tell her I'll pay her whatever. As long as I can fucking get out of here." Gus suddenly looks over at me, pout on his face. "You're leaving, daddy?" Yeah, that's just what he needs. First his mothers leave and now he thinks I'm leaving too. I quickly shake my head, stealing my son away from Justin and placing him in my lap.

"Of course not. Justin and I are going on a trip. To spend time together."

He's quiet for a second. Then,

"You will be back?"

"Of course we will. Soon. It's just a short trip."

God, I hope so.

Debbie gets off the couch. Gus looks relieved and goes back to talking nonsense. Something about dinosaurs. "I'll go call Martha, then. I'll ask her." I nod and glance down at my son. "It's time for your bedtime, Sonny Boy." He frowns and begins to protest but I shoot him "The Look' and he immediately stops talking and nods. "Ok." I stand up, holding him against me and Justin follows suit. As if he doesn't want to leave my side for more then a few seconds. I don't blame him. I grab his hand and we head up the stairs and I place my son on Michael's old bed. "Good night." Gus smiles up at the two of us.

"Good night, daddy. Good night Jus."

Justin bends down to kiss him on the cheek before I lead the two of us out, flicking off the light. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" I grin over at the blond and gently pin him against a wall, forehead leaning against his. "I think you're more then pretty, Sunshine." Justin's silent for a moment and he kisses me on the lips for a few split seconds before pulling back to yawn. "Yeah, well, I think you're pretty." I roll my eyes. "Take that back. Now." He grins and pushes me away.

"I don't think so. I'm going to bed."

"Yeah? Where exactly?"

"On the couch."

"Alone?"

He pauses and then smiles at me.

"I was hoping you would join me,"

His smile slowly disappears.

"After all, I don't really like sleeping alone these days."

I smile softly at him, grabbing his hand in mine again. We head back down the stairs. The TV's off and Debbie's in the kitchen talking to, who I assume is, Martha. I fall down on the couch after turning out all the lights and pull him in next to me. "You don't have to sleep alone, Jus Jus." I can imagine him rolling his eyes. "I think I like it when you call me Sunshine better." I cross my arms over his chest and hold him tightly against my body. The blinds are drawn tight. Good.

And, despite the fact that it's only eight, we both fall asleep.