Disclaimer: I don't own, I don't profit, and I didn't create, unfortunately.

Rating: PG, maybe PG-13

A/N: In regards to tonight's (July 18, 2005) episode: I thought it was so great how Drew kissed Emmett on TV and really funny how that older man had Alzheimer's. It was rather amusing. Lindsey and Mel: IT'S ABOUT TIME. I mean, I have been waiting for one of them to jump the other ever since they broke up and even more so since they moved back in together. So it's official: Brian has taken too much E over the years and every other drug and he is now having acid flashbacks or something. When I still thought Michael was really there, telling him that he loves Brian, I wanted Michael to be like: "So why can't you say it to Justin?" after Brian's "Always have, always will." I was glad how Brian talked to Justin but I think Brian needs to get over himself and just tell Justin that he wants to be a "Stepford Fag" like Mikey.

Chapter Eight: Too Hot To Sleep

Shoving the blond away from him, Brian wiped at his mouth with the back of his right hand while staring incredulously at the man panting across from him. Both of their eyes were wide and filled with lust.

"We're ending this," said Justin a moment after he caught his breath.

"Fuck that. We've barely started."

"What are you talking about? You haven't touched me in four days!" he exclaimed back, throwing up his hands in a dramatic gesture.

"Yeah, except you keep throwing yourself at me. I should make it start all over again every time you touch me. And that stunt you pulled the other day at the restaurant isn't helping you out."

"I seem to remember that you quite enjoyed it," Justin muttered, folding his arms over his chest.

There was an uneasy silence between the two men while they both decided to think things over, wondering if they should share their thoughts to the other. Justin flickered his gaze up from the floor to Brian's face. He hadn't expected to catch Brian looking at him intently with such an unreadable expression as the one he was wearing.

"Why are we doing this? I thought we were supposed to be together?"

"I thought so too until you told me that I couldn't touch anything, even myself."

"I never said that! I said limit touching yourself."

Brian rolled his eyes and rested his hands back against the edge of the couch that he was leaning back against, half sitting on it.

"We're done," announced Justin again, stepping closer to Brian until he was nearly toe-to-toe with him.

"We're done when I say we're done," Brian said and Justin heard that there was no room for dispute or otherwise negotiation.

Heading into their bedroom, Brian began to remove his tie, throwing it and his shirt on the floor at the bottom of the closet while he heard Justin walk slowly up the steps to where he was.

Quietness enveloped the loft as Brian listened to Justin brushing his teeth and washing his face before he moved into the bathroom to do the same when the younger man was finished. Brian stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his stubble covered chin, and stopped dead when he saw an utterly naked Justin slipping into bed.

"What the hell do you think –" he started but Justin interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"It's hot!" he protested.

"Like hell it is," he muttered, padding over to the lights to turn them off.

Adorning only his low-slung boxers, Brian switched off every light in the loft and made sure that everything was locked up. He slid into bed and laid flat on his back for what seemed like hours, lying stiff and as still as humanly possible. It was than that he realized that he needed a bigger bed. If he moved at all he was likely to brush against Justin and that would ultimately lead to utter destruction.

Brian turned his head to his left when Justin yawned loudly, beginning to stretch out his arms and his legs. The blond let out a moan after a few minutes and Brian could tell that he had fallen asleep. Brian swallowed hard, seeing the outline of Justin's bare form from the moonlight and street lamps that flooded into the loft. He cursed himself for forgetting to close the blinds and bit down on his lip when he felt the urge to kiss Justin's shoulder out of affection.

Justin slowly rolled onto his back and then onto his side to face Brian. Letting out a strangled sound that was a hybrid of a moan and a sigh, Justin tried to grip the sheet of the bed and Brian frowned at him. What the hell was he dreaming about?

His question was answered a moment later.

"Oh, Brian," Justin murmured throatily before burying his head into the pillow, rolling onto his stomach.

Swallowing hard once more, Brian drummed his fingers on his chest and continued to stare up at the ceiling, counting to one hundred and then starting all over again at sixty-nine when Justin sighed again. The sheep had been replaced with random numbered men jumping over wooden fences until they weren't so random anymore. It just so happened that they appeared a lot like Justin and that was when Brian dropped his counting men.

Brian looked down at his feet sticking out from the thin sheet that covered him and his lover. The other night they had decided to remove the top blanket since the loft was hotter than normal, which only mixed with the heat of the outdoors.

And in the next moment, Brian would have sworn on his life that he heard Justin whimper something that sounded a lot like, "Harder."

"Fucking little shit," he muttered to himself, bolting up into a sitting position and then ripping the sheet off of him to storm over to the light switch. He flicked it on and went over to the Justin's side of them bed.

It took several shakes to wake Justin up and when he did, he squeezed his eyes shut and then rested his arm strategically over his eyes to shield the light. Brian whipped off the sheet so that Justin's naked body lay in the near middle of the bed. Justin finally rolled onto his back and lifted his head a little to meet his lover's eyes.

Brian stood at the doorway on the right, his arm fully extended and pointing at something that Justin couldn't see that was outside of the bedroom where the two of them were.

"Couch," Brian barked. He said it once and knew that he didn't have to repeat himself.

Justin slowly collected himself out of the bed and snatched up the sheet that was lying at the foot of their bed. He shot and pointed look at Brian before making his way by the light of the bedroom to the couch.

With a dark look that now dominated his features, Brian hit off the light switch and stomped to his bed to get into it. He didn't are that there were no covers; it was far too warm for them anyway.

"I did it on purpose!" Justin yelled a few minutes later in spite of Brian.

"I know, you slut!" Brian hollered back, still keeping to his one side of the bed as if Justin was still there.

It was three in the morning when Brian slowly began to drift into sleep when he heard something that sounded like pots banging in the kitchen and a rather loud curse. He growled and rolled onto his right side to get a better look. The loft was entirely dark except for the glow of artificial light and he could just barely make out Justin's form in the kitchen, holding his hand to his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing," Brian demanded, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded over his chest and eyes cold.

"I'm hungry."

"It's three in the morning."

"And I'm hungry."

"Breakfast is in five hours. You can't wait?"

"No. I've been waiting for too many things over the past few days. Food shouldn't have to be one of them," muttered Justin darkly but Brian heard the words loud and clear through the stillness of the loft.

"It's not my fault you're horny," Brian muttered. "It doesn't mean that you have to wake me up."

"It is your fault that I am horny and you weren't sleeping. I could hear you tossing and turning."

"What are you making?" he asked with a slight hint of bitterness and oppression in his tone.

"I don't know yet."

"You're making scrambled eggs- no yolks," he added the last bit quickly, pointing a finger at the man standing naked behind the counter.

"I don't want eggs."

"Well, I do."

"So make them your fucking self," replied Justin simply, opening up the door to the fridge and peering in.

"But you make them better than anyone," implored Brian, feigning his pleading and exaggerating it greatly.

Justin shot him a glare and then Brian added, "Well, it's true."

"What about grilled cheese sandwiches?"

Brian blinked at him in the darkness a few times. "Eggs."

"I'm not making eggs, Brian. Besides, we don't have any."

"Fuck off, yes we do."

Brian pushed Justin out of the way and then practically ransacked the fridge in search of eggs that were there yesterday.

"I used them all up making you French toast."

"Is there any place open?"

"At three in the morning?"

Brian looked at him like there wasn't a problem and like the time was not an issue.

"No," Justin said after a minute.

Brian sulked off out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed – spread eagle – on his stomach. He listened for a while as Justin made grilled cheese and when the smell hit Brian, he groaned, wishing that he had accepted the offer. Suddenly, the smell seemed to get closer and before Brian could protest, Justin sat on him, naked, eating his sandwich.

"Drop any and you're dead."

"I brought one for you," taunted Justin, waving it around in his other hand that was not holding his own despite that Brian couldn't see it.

Brian found it difficult to roll onto his back with Justin sitting on him but the man on top of him allowed him to move after he realized what Brian was trying to do. Justin handed him his sandwich and then sat back down, relishing in the ravenous look in Brian's eyes that Justin knew was there because of him and not the food.

Justin was rather surprised that Brian ate the sandwich he had offered and he even finished before Justin finished his own. The thought of Brian actually eating greasy cheese didn't seem to fit but he supposed that the other man was just as hungry as him.

"Get off me."

"Why? I can sit here. I brought you food."

"That doesn't mean shit."

"Well, it should."

"But it doesn't," said Brian finally, gripping Justin by the hips before he threw him down on the bed next to him.

Justin grabbed the man beside him before he thought of moving and pulled him on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist tightly and pushing up against him.

"Bad Justin," chided Brian, reaching behind him to unwrap the legs around him.

"I think I need a spanking."

"Another time."

"Why not now?"

Finally, Brian got away from him. Standing at the end of the bed, Brian licked his lips absentmindedly when he looked at the free, naked display on his bed. He was refusing that?

"I'm sleeping on the couch," Brian said and left before Justin could say another word to him.

Easing himself down on the couch that smelled like Justin, Brian wrapped himself in the dark blue sheet and listened to the very faint breathing of his lover in their bedroom where he longed to be.