Disclaimer: I do not own, I do not profit, and I did create. "Caught Up" – Usher… the first verse is so Brian it's crazy, minus the woman part.

Rating: PG I guess

A/N: -claps energetically and smiles like a fool- The entire time that Brandon (?) was at the loft I was chanting out loud to Brian (because he could hear me) "Go find Justin, go find Justin…" It had evolved from "Go fuck Justin" but I knew that the likelihood of that happening was slim. –Lets out a sigh of relief- that episode was hopeful or at least it made me hopeful. The fact that Brian didn't fuck Brandon and indirectly/ kind of not came to terms with the fact that he isn't going to be the shit forever despite what I think. Kudos to Lindsey too for sticking up for herself and telling Brian off about Justin. I am in a happy mood so maybe this chapter won't be filled with angst but yummy goodness for all of us shippers. Yum.

Chapter Six: Caught Up

Two days. It had been two fucking days since Brian decided that it was a brilliant idea for him to cut Justin off completely from sex and all its activities. Running his fingers back through his tousled chestnut hair, Brian continued to stare down at the file before him while his mind continued to wander off into Justinland. Why the hell did he think it would be such a great idea to practice abstinence especially when he had insisted that Justin move back in with him.

Not only was it three days, wait, four, Brian corrected himself since Justin had called him earlier and left a message, calling him a specific word that he didn't want to be called, but Brian had a few days as well. There were two from this morning and two more from him being a wiseass this afternoon when he called Justin back. Brian knew that Justin had the willpower to do this, probably for a couple of weeks despite the fact how much the blond loved cock.

His phone rang, line one flashing, and he glanced at it – more like glowered at it- before picking it up.

"This better be fucking important Cynthia," he barked.

She ignored him, rolling her eyes. The man was never in a good mood. "There's someone here to see you."

"I don't have any appointments today." It was more like a statement than anything else.

"He says that he doesn't have one."

"Who the fuck is it?"

Brian waited as she asked. Brian leaned back in his chair, phone still to his head, and though he tried desperately to see Cynthia's desk, he couldn't. Right, he remembered. He purposely didn't want her to see him from her desk just in case he was busy with an important client- a trick.

"He says that he has something for you."

"I didn't ask what the fuck he wanted, I asked who the fuck is he."

"Brian –"

"Send him in," Brian said tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he stood up behind his desk before slamming down the phone.

He expected to hear a knock or something of an indication of presence but when Brian opened his eyes again, he found Justin sitting across the room from him on the couch with a grin plastered across his sunshine face.

"Oh," Brian deadpanned, looking a bit disappointed on purpose, "it's you."

"Who the fuck else would it be?"

"Someone important."

"You know, you really should be nicer to Cynthia."

Brian stopped his shuffling with the papers on his desk and looked up to meet his lover's eyes. He decided that it wasn't even worth wasting air so Brian chose not to justify Justin's answer.

"Care for some lunch?"

"Did you bring anything?"

Justin shook his head for a response.

"Then no."

"Come on, Brian. You look like you need to get out of here for a while."

"I need to get laid, is what I need."

Brian didn't want to say it but it was the first thing that came to his mind and he had stopped thinking long ago about what he was going to say before he said it. He didn't have to look to know that Justin was grinning madly; he could feel the rays of Justin's smile emanating from where Justin sat.

"That was your choice."

"Maybe you should learn to watch your mouth."

"Hey, I'm fine," Justin said cheerfully as well as simply.

"You won't be in two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Yeah. I added another week."

"Why?"

"Because you deliberately came here looking hot to piss me off."

"Maybe."

"Slut."

"And you love it that way."

Grabbing the jacket that hung on the coat hanger by the door, Brian turned to look at the man still seated on the couch wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a red t-shirt that Brian had always been rather fond of.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Where?"

"We're going for lunch you little twat and not to the diner either."

"You mean there are other places to eat?" said Justin sardonically as he slipped past Brian through the open door.

Brian smacked him lightly on the back of the head and Justin smirked at him.

"Cynthia, I'm going for lunch."

"I'll take messages."

"That's my girl," smiled Brain at her and she thought for a moment that he was being nice until she noticed how sly the grin turned when he said it.

She just regarded him dully, a complete change from the happy expression that had been on her face. Brian laugh as he walked away with Justin to the exit, walking down the familiar halls and rooms where Brian had fucked nameless men hundreds of times.

"Where to, Sunshine?" asked Brian, shrugging on his jacket.

"What did you have in mind?"