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A/N: OMFG… IT'S ABOUT TIME! I was sitting there watching it, saying, "If this doesn't wake Brian up, then I'm just going to kill him." He FINALLY said 'I love you' to Justin. I knew, more like pining for, Brian to come back and tell Justin those three words that mean so much. –Sighs- I am in awe, shock, and sheer joy. I cannot wait for next Monday's episode. Ughhh…. I am so HAPPY: D

Chapter Nine: It Would Be My Pleasure

He was bitter, snappish, and ready to pounce on the next attractive gay man to walk through the foot of the diner. Brian hated Saturdays since he didn't work the. Wok had been a great way to keep his mind off of the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in over a week and a half. Justin had proven himself to be quite the martyr, and Brian hated that the kid was dealing with this so well.

It made him laugh at first how little restraint Justin had had in the beginning but it appeared that all Justin need was a few days and the biggest willpower, known to gay men, to not fuck, to be able to ultimately prevail successfully over Brian Kinney. Brian was ready to come in his pants every time Justin walked into the room or any time he said the brunet's name, while Justin was doing better than a nun.

For the past two days Brian had actually been questioning the validity of Justin's abstinence. It then dawned on him that Justin would never do that to him and although that fact had been comforting at first. Brian still hadn't ignored it. Instead, he simply stored it in the back of his mind where it would likely return to his thoughts some other time when his mind began to wander.

The steel fork in Brian's hand was poking and prodding at the scrambled eggs in front of him. Debbie past him with a fresh pot of steamy coffee in her hand but then she backtracked and looked at him oddly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" wondered Debbie, a little more than surprised to see Brian picking with his food. He hated it when people did it. "I swear there's no egg yolks this time, Brian."

"I know, Deb. Thanks."

"So if it's not the eggs, what is it?"

"I'm hornier than an adolescent boy who just discovered masturbating," he muttered, his head still bent over his plate.

Debbie listened to him as she topped off his coffee. Putting her free hand on her hip, she stated easily, "Then go fucking get laid. You've got a hot piece of ass back home waiting for you."

"That hot piece of ass is why I'm not getting laid."

"What?"

"Never mind, Deb. It's complicated," he remarked, waving it away with his hand that was not gripping his fork loosely.

"All right, but next time I see Sunshine I am going to tell him to fuck your brains out."

Brian snorted and somehow he had managed to make it sound graceful, not repulsive.

"Justin doesn't fuck me. You should know that."

"Oh, I bet he does sometimes," she smiled at him, cracking her gum loudly and raising her eyebrows a couple of times at Brian.

"Can I get some service over here?" hollered an impatient man on the other side of the room.

Debbie looked up and glared at the man, tell him to sit his ass down and that she would be right there.

"Eat your breakfast. You'll feel better," she smiled and then strode off towards the man who was tapping his foot rudely on the ground, looking at Debbie like she insignificant.

"Who do you gotta screw to get some food around here?"

"Me," said Emmett as he walked in and gave Debbie a quick kiss on the cheek.

The man eyed Emmett disgustedly but Emmett had already forgotten about him and was making his way to the table that Brian was seated at.

"Good morning!" he chimed cheerfully, sitting down bouncily and grinning madly.

"Good morning, Honeycutt," Brian said flatly.

The fork had egg on the end of it as Brian brought it to his mouth. Emmett watched as it disappeared and how Brian looked at it disgustedly. Brian winced slightly at how the eggs had gotten a little cold. His next bite was a little more generous than the first. If he continued to dwell over them like he had been, they would only get colder and he would still be hungry.

"Where's Justin?"

"Sleeping."

"It's eleven am."

"He was up late last night," Brian said halfheartedly.

"Oh yeah?" Emmett smiled again.

Brian cut the other man off before he tease any further. "Doing a project for school, Emmett."

"Oh, all right. I hope you don't mind but Drew is meeting me here."

"Doesn't matter. I'm leaving as soon as I'm finished my eggs."

The next man too walk through the door of the diner was the one that Brian decided he needed to pounce on. Justin said his morning greeting to Emmett who smiled and said the same in return, leaning over to accept Justin's kiss on the cheek. Brian didn't even get time to move deeper into the booth before Justin sat down, basically in his lap.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to eat," growled Brian, not appreciating how half of Justin's ass was in his lap.

Brian's fork cluttered against the plate when he dropped it to pick up his napkin and wipe his face.

"Here, let me help you," Justin offered, picking up the fork.

Hazel eyes stared dully into vibrant blue that were twinkling and practically laughing at him. Brian refused to open his mouth for the fork Justin was holding that was hovering close to Brian's mouth.

"Aw, isn't that cute?" squealed Emmett, clapping his hands together lightly and grinning at the couple.

"Come on, Brian. Be cute," whispered Justin, smiling at him defiantly.

"You little –"

Justin shoved the fork into Brian's mouth and Brian wisely obeyed by eating the food that was now in his mouth. He chewed and then made a grab for the fork that was still in Justin's hand but the blond was too quick for him. Justin shook his head no and then stabbed more at the egg on the plate with the end of the fork.

"I can feed myself," said Brian.

"I know but I thought that I would help you."

"Drew!" exclaimed Emmett, jumping out of his booth and wrapping his arms around the man who had just walked into the diner.

"All right, you two, this is a diner not a brothel," chided Debbie when she past Emmett and Drew giving a free show for everyone to see.

Emmett swatted at her and she smiled at him while making her way to the counter. Just then Michael and Ben walked in, hand in hand, talking amongst themselves. They found Justin practically in Brian's lap when they walked over to the booth just as Drew and Emmett reclaimed their seat.

"Brian, scooch down," said Justin.

"I can't, you twat, you're sitting in my lap."

Justin got off for a moment and Brian slid until he was pressed against the wall, suddenly wishing that the booths were bigger. Brian then let out an audible grown when Ted came up to the table, smiling at them all and greeting them all a good morning. This was going to be a rather tight sitting situation but apparently Justin had an answer for that.

"It's okay. I'll just sit on Brian's lap," he stated cheerfully and crawling into the booth.

"Like hell you will," Brian growled but then was silenced when Michael shot him a disapproving look.

Brian had to suppress a groan as Justin wiggled his way into Brian's lap, trying to get comfortable. However, Brian knew that the blond in his lap wasn't really trying to find a comfy way to sit. He was trying to get Brian aroused and it was working a little too well. Justin wrapped one arm around Brian's shoulders while Brian had not much other choice but to wrap one arm around the man in his lap. Since Justin wasn't being the more innocent person at that moment, Brian felt that the blond deserved to be as hot and bothered as Brian was right then. Resting his hand rather high on the inside of Justin's left thigh, Brian ignored the bewildered look sent in his direction from Justin in his lap.

As the conversation between everyone cared on, Justin tried to keep up with it, making the odd comment here and there to show Brian that the slow and very arousing circles that Brian's fingers were creating didn't distract him. Justin nearly jumped a foot when Brian's knuckles brushed against the bulge in Justin's jeans. He squirmed for a rather long second and Brian bit down on the inside of cheek, looked the other direction, and rested his head back on the top of the booth seat.

"Comfortable?" Brian murmured, staring into vibrant blue eyes with an amused expression on his face.

"Very much. Aren't you?"

"Very," he seethed as Justin reached into the back pocket of his jeans, conveniently right over Brian's groin. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting something out of my pocket," was the innocent reply.

Justin shifted his weight to the one side, pressing harder down on Brian who winced visibly as Justin finally pulled something out of his right back pocket. He unfolded the piece of weight paper and pulled out a pencil as he swiveled in Brian's lap, completely facing away from him. Brian swallowed hard, taking in the sight of only Justin's back to him. Memories of how many times Brian had fucked Justin sitting down flooded Brian's mind, sending him into near overload. Justin smiled down at his paper when he felt Brian grow harder underneath him. He knew that he was going to get it when they got back to the loft but Justin didn't really care.

Slowly, everybody started to leave until it was only Brian and Justin, now with their side of the booth to themselves, and Michael and Ben on the other side, engulfed in their own intimate conversation.

"Everyone's gone now, Justin. You can get off."

"But I like sitting in your lap," he said.

Justin had gone from drawing the rest of the picture to shading within minutes and was now currently shading the side of Rage's body.

"You like making me hard and doing nothing about it," he muttered so only the blond could hear him.

"It's not like I can do anything about it."

"Ben and Michael are far to engrossed in their own conversation to notice what the hell we're doing."

"And Deb wouldn't complain?"

"If Deb complains, I'll flip her off and she'll get the message."

"Nice try, Brian."

"You're suck a cock tease," sighed Brian, shifting uncomfortably.

"You're one to talk."

"I'm not the one sitting in your lap now am I?"

"No," Justin said, trying not to sound defeated though he knew that he was.

"If you're going to sit in my lap, do something useful at least."

"I am. I'm drawing."

"Yeah, about that. Enough."

Brian reached around Justin and quickly snatched away the piece of paper, folding it up quickly before Justin could do anything.

"Hey, give it back."

He half turned in Brian's lap to see Brian stuffing the paper down the front of his pants before grinning deviously at his lover who was gaping at him.

"Get it yourself."

"No, it's fine. It wasn't that good anyway," replied Justin nonchalantly, facing the other way again.

Rolling his eyes, Brian almost approved of Justin's 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' demeanor that was so akin to his own. But he knew better than that; he knew that Justin did give a shit and that made Brian smile even wider.

Brian settled his hand flat against Justin's chest, over the younger man's heart, and pulled him back so that Justin was flat against him. Brian used his other hand to tilt Justin's head back, their eyes meeting, before Brian nudged his nose gently against Justin's, brushing his lips briefly across the blond's.

For a moment, Justin simply stared into Brian's hazel eyes, seeing the affection and the longing in them. There wasn't too many people in the diner and to be quite honest with himself, he didn't mind voyeurism nor exhibitionism and it wasn't like it was the first time the two of them had shared kisses in the diner before.

Justin's lips were soft and pliant beneath his lover's warm mouth. They were sharing sweet, slow but lingering pecks between the two of them and Brian smiled against Justin's mouth when the blond turned to face him, now sitting sideways in Brian's lap. Each of Brian's hands were cupping Justin's cheeks as he took him deeper, slipping his tongue past the barrier of Justin's lips. In seconds their kissing had moved from unhurried and docile to fervent and demanding.

Without breaking the contact of their lips, Justin sat down next to Brian on the bench. Brian immediately missed the lack of Justin's body heat as well as the blond pressed so firmly against him. Brian pushed Justin against the wall and settled in between his legs, loving it how Justin's legs wrapped around his hips. It took every ounce in Brian's body not to move his hips against Justin's, especially when the other man thought it was brilliant to arch up against him.

"Brian, this isn't Babylon," remarked Debbie, who passed by their booth with a plate in each hand. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't suck Justin's face off."

That caught Ben and Michael's attention. Both of them had been too engulfed in their conversation to even glance at the display in front of them.

"Brian, that's very inappropriate," chastised Michael, hissing the words.

Brian broke the kiss with Justin, looking down at the blond who looked rather uncomfortable in the position he was in. Justin was half lying down and the back of his neck was the only part of his body touching the wall. Not only did he look flushed but he also appeared rather embarrassed suddenly at the situation. Brian gave his lips a small kiss before he withdrew completely, licking his lips.

As he adjusted his clothing, Brian cocked his head to the side and regarded his friend across from him with mild interest. Justin was biting down at his bottom lip and sitting up properly in seat, keeping his eyes down.

"Oh, come on, Mickey. Like you don't enjoy –"

"Good, you've finally stopped molesting him," commented Debbie, standing with her hands on her hips. "Do I need to remind you what is appropriate in public, Brian?"

"I assure that Justin was a willing participant," he replied coolly. "And if you'll excuse me, I think it's time for me to leave."

"Where are you going?" murmured Justin, looking up at Brian who had stood and was now settling into his jacket comfortably.

"For a drive. Stay at Daphne's tonight."

Frowning and trying to keep the hurt look from appearing on his face, Justin asked quietly, "Why?"

Brian bent down so that his lips were only an inch from Justin's lips. He looked his lover straight in his eyes and had a rather amused look on his face but Justin heard the serious tone in his voice.

"Because if you don't, I won't be able to stop myself from raping you all night."

Brian kisses his lips, lingering for a fraction of a second before he withdrew and stood fully upright, gazing down at the blond who had a look in his eye that he couldn't interpret.

"It wouldn't be rape, Brian."

There was a lazy smirk on the brunet's face, enjoying what he was hearing.

"It would be my pleasure."