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Rating: PG

Chapter Four: Who Said Everything Was Fair?

"Wow, you were really planning on staying for a while, weren't you?" asked Brian, noticing how everything from Justin's suitcases was unpacked and in the drawers of the dresser.

"Yeah, but I found a place."

"You did?"

"Mhm," nodded Justin, folding another t-shirt of his into the case that was lying open on the bed.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Move in, obviously."

Justin glanced up at Brian just to see the look on his face. It was priceless. Brian's face blanched considerably and he stared at Justin with fear and sadness in his eyes.

"Just kidding," he smiled sweetly.

"You little shit," Brian growled, throwing a pair of Justin's pants at him. "You did that on purpose."

"Obviously."

They went back to their comfortable silence as they continued to pack Justin's things. Brian's mind was wondering about a few things and what Justin had just said.

"You are coming home with me, right?"

Justin smiled up at him sympathetically. "Of course I am. I was just teasing you, honey."

"Don't call me that… ever."

"But there's no one around," Justin reasoned, trying to make Brian sound like he was acting foolishly.

"Try it again and see where it lands you."

Justin heard the challenge but ignored it, tucking it in the back of his mind. Like Brian would do anything and if he did, what could he possibly do? thought Justin arrogantly, finally finished folding all of his clothes.

After they loaded everything into Brian's Jeep, Just thanked Michael and Ben for letting him stay.

"It's nothing, really," stated Michael, smiling at Justin and Brian.

Just then Ben came down the stairs and stood next to Michael, resting his hand on his lover's shoulder affectionately.

"Why don't you two stay for dinner? We were just about to start making it," offered Ben, looking at the couple in front of him to Michael who nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, it would be great to have some company."

"We'd love to," Justin said, smiling his thousand-watt smile. "Wouldn't we, honey?"

Everyone noticed how Brian cringed faintly at the pet name Justin was beginning to bestow him with. He nodded, seething, and smiled forcibly at his friends.

"Of course."

The four of them made their way to the kitchen in hopes of starting dinner when Brian excused him and Justin for a moment with apparent matters to discuss. Brian pulled the blond by his upper arm with a bruising hand and closed the door of the bathroom shut behind him after shoving Justin in.

"That's it. You're not getting any for two days."

"What?" exclaimed Justin, staring at Brian incredulously.

Justin had his back against the door and when Brian took a step closer to him in the already impossibly small bathroom, he felt like more than his space was being evaded. Towering down over him, Brian was only an inch from Justin's mouth and he had his hands on either side of Justin's head. The younger man was trapped with nowhere to go.

"I warned you about calling me…that. Consider this your punishment."

"You can't do that!"

"I can and I just did. Who are you to say otherwise?"

"I'm your fucking lover, the guy who sucks your dick, and I say that you won't even be able to last those two days yourself."

"And it looks like that pretty mouth of yours has gotten you into some trouble, Sunshine," Brian murmured, running the pad of his thumb around Justin's bottom lip, inching closer to his lips with his own as he did so.

"Why can't I call you anything?"

"You can: Brian."

"You call me whatever the hell you want," Justin half-whined.

"Like I should be. You on the other hand…" Brian looked him over.

"That's unfair."

"You never said anything about being fair, darling." Brian smirked his trademark grin. "Besides, I don't look like a 'honey' or a 'pumpkin' or any other fruitcake name."

"But I do?"

Brian grinned even wider. "It also helps when you taste like honey," he murmured against the skin of Justin's neck, glad that he had invested in the honey and melon soap.

"You two all right in there?" wondered Michael, knocking on the door faintly with the back of two fingers.

"Just peachy," responded Brian, lifting his head so his words wouldn't be muffled in Justin's throat.

"If you guys don't hurry up, you'll be on clean up," he warned, eyeing the door suspiciously.

"Consider it done."

There was a pause in which Brian thought that Michael had finally given up. Apparently he hadn't when Brian heard him speak again.

"There's condoms underneath the sink."

"We won't be needing them," spoke of Justin while Brian shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Thanks anyways."

Justin took his opportunity to push Brian away and off of him so he could finally get some room to breathe and think clearly. With Brian looming over him, all Justin could think about was his overpowering scent that smelled so good and familiar.

"If I can't call you 'honey' or anything like that then you can't call me it either," Justin proclaimed, folding his arms over his chest and raising his head high.

Brian watched him with amusement, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his pants. "How you going to do that, Sunshine?"

"You will be the one not getting any."

With swift and graceful movements, Brian slammed Justin's back into the door with his body, pinning Justin's hands above his head and grinding the lower part of his body against Justin's. There was an audible moan heard and it was obvious that neither of them cared if their hosts could hear them.

Fusing his mouth to Justin's, Brian kissed the kid for all he was worth, putting everything into it. He tugged not so gently on Justin's lower lip before slipping his tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a few well-measured minutes until Brian broke them apart. Justin was panting beneath him, his hand clutching Brian's hair, and it was then that he finally stopped responding to Brian pushing against him erotically.

"You think you can stop me?"

"If I had too," Justin said arrogantly, running his eyes over Brian's red mouth and then up into his eyes filled with lust and a challenge.

Brian grinned down at him, with what Justin thought appeared like pity, beginning to lean down to kiss him sweetly and softly on Justin's equally red lips. Before either of them could say another word, Brian pulled Justin away from the door and then let himself, leaving Justin to come out of the bathroom when he was ready.

"What the hell were you two doing in there?" asked Michael when he say Brian.

"Getting a few things straight," was the simple reply from Brian watching Michael set the table for four people.

"Not Justin, I hope," Michael said, standing up with a plate in each of his hands.

Brian snorted and wondered if Michael actually thought that. "Nope, the kid is still gayer than you."

"I didn't think anyone was gayer than Michael," teased Ben who received a scowl from his partner.

"You haven't lived with Sunshine for a week."