Disclaimer: None of it's mine, I swear. I'm just borrowing.

Rating: Soft R, not even.

A/N: I'm almost finished. I'm so sorry that it took so long to update but I've been really busy and have had no inspiration ever since the show ended. –Cries-

Chapter Fourteen: Foreplay

Justin always heard his mother give a lecture to Molly ever since his sister was a teenager. It sounded something like this: "Never believe a man when he tells you that he loves you before you have sex with him, while you're having sex with him, and after you're having sex with him." Naturally, it wasn't that blunt and much more conservative since Mrs. Taylor had been telling her young daughter that since she was about twelve. Never, however, had she told Justin the same and ever since, Justin wondered if it was the same. Despite Brian's obvious reasoning of why heteros and homos are so different, Justin knew that Brian couldn't disagree with the fact that all men are alike, hetero or not.

So when Brian had whispered into Justin's ear that he loved him, maybe ten minutes after Justin had fucked him, Justin didn't know whether to believe him or assume that Brian thought he was asleep. Rolling over, Justin faced a very calm and composed Brian who was quite clearly awake and obvious to what he was saying.

"Can you repeat that please?" Justin said incredulously.

"You heard me, you little shit," Brian grinned, pulling his lover closer by his arm around the younger man's waist. "I love you."

Brian said the words against Justin's lips and then captured them with his own mouth, making them both succumb to Brian's feverous kisses. It had gone from a gentle slide of lips to haste kisses where Brian's tongue swept across Justin's bottom lip before parting Justin's lips and entering his mouth.

"I love you too," Justin panted out after pulling back from Brian's mouth.

There were a million things running through Justin's mind at that moment. He didn't know whether he wanted to jump on the bed repeatedly out of triumph, run into the kitchen to grab the phone and squeal to Daphne the news, or if he wanted to dance down Liberty Avenue – even in his current state of undress – and sing that Brian Kinney loved him for everyone to hear. Justin settled on the subtler of the choices and let Brian push him onto his stomach, his face pressing into the pillow.

Justin turned his head to the side so that he could comfortably rest his head on the cushion without suffocating himself while Brian straddled him from behind, sitting on Justin's hamstrings.

"What are you doing?" Justin murmured softly as Brian began to slowly knead his fingers into the muscles of Justin's back.

"It's called foreplay, Sunshine," Brian responded in his usual, practiced, dull tone of voice.

"Well…" Justin started, frowning at the current state that his lover was in, "Stop it."

"You're trying to tell me you don't like it?"

"Brian, you don't do foreplay."

"But you do."

"So?"

"Sunshine, I'm trying something new here. Something I thought you might actually enjoy," Brian answered.

Justin nearly pleaded for him to continue massaging his back but Brian was off of him and walking towards the bathroom before Justin knew exactly what was going on. He didn't know if Brian was pretending to be the drama queen in the relationship or if he was just trying to get him to beg and plead for him to return.

Hoping that Brian wasn't terribly mad at him, Justin hopped out of bed and trotted to the door that was slowly closing. He pushed it open with a flat hand and found that Brian was nowhere in sight. He turned a little and then let out a small grunt when Brian slammed him back against the wall as hard as he could with his body. It almost knocked the wind out of him and it wasn't helping that Brian had fused his lips to Justin's, not caring whether the younger man breathed at that moment or not.

Justin tore his lips from Brian's and stared at the man panting his breath out against his forehead. All he could do was look at Brian incredulously since the man appeared to be bipolar with all the surprises and changes of mood that was being sent Justin's way.

"What the fuck?" breathed Justin, his fingertips biting into Brian's shoulders from clutching at him too hard.

Brian smirked as he cocked his head to the side, patting the side of Justin's cheek as if he was a mere foolish child that said something naïve. Not liking how mocking the gesture was, Justin snatched Brian's hand in his and brought it down to his half erect cock.

"You going to finish what you've started?" Justin asked.

Apparently, the flair of dominance that Justin had displayed earlier that night hadn't washed away. Brian was secretly relieved that it wasn't going to be a one-time thing; only it was going to be exactly that that night. Justin had had his fun and now it was Brian's turn.

"No," he grinned.

There was a gentle glare sent Brian's way but he didn't let it faze him one bit. A look couldn't do him in like it could Justin. Hell, Brian would put a fair sum of money on the fact that he could make Justin cum with just a look. It wasn't difficult. He'd definitely done it to his lover before.

"On your knees," he growled.

"Make me," Justin replied defiantly, sticking his chin out and meeting Brian square in the eye.

The soft, sinister chuckle that would have sent shivers down Justin's spine had he not tried as hard as he was to maintain his defiance, filled the bathroom and reverberated off the dark walls that surrounded the two men.

"Don't play games," Brian warned, staring hard into vibrant blue eyes.

"You're the one who plays games, Brian. Not me."

"Then get the fuck on your knees."

"No," Justin stated firmly.

"Fine," Brian said simply and nonchalantly, shrugging with such practiced casualness that it irritated Justin since he couldn't even begin to be able to ooze such carelessness.

Brian walked calmly towards the shower and turned it on, stepping inside the glass box without even looking once over his shoulder as an invitation for Justin to follow.

The bar of scented white soap was in Brian's hand and he ran it over every inch of his body, slow enough for Justin to realize that he was trying to torture him. It didn't take long for Brian's soapy hand to find his own cock and when it did, Justin flung his head back against the door of the bathroom and watched as Brian gave him a show. Brian was bracing himself with his left palm flat against the tile wall where the head of the shower was, and fisting his cock with the other. His mouth was slightly open and his hips were moving into the tight suction that his hand created.

It was nothing compared to Justin's mouth or even hand, definitely nowhere near and Justin was beginning to wish that he had dropped to his knees, taken that dick in his mouth, and sucked as hard as he could for as long as Brian would last. It was undoubtedly the feeling that Brian wanted him to experience and Justin was feeling it bad.

Slight surprise washed over Justin's face when Brian's eyes met his own. The gaze was intense and filled with so much lust that it had Justin weak in the knees. He was suddenly glad for the support of the door behind him. Brian arched his head back and released a moan that was swallowed up by the sound of the water crushing down onto the floor of the shower. His eyes were closed but his mouth remained slightly slack as his hand pleasured himself.

If Justin didn't get his ass in there within the next two seconds, the kid wasn't going to get laid for a month, Brian thought darkly to himself. At that point, he was ready to start begging for the blond to come in and finish him off. There was no way that his hand compared to the warmth of Justin's mouth. No way. Not to mention Brian Kinney always had some to finish him. He never had to do it alone. And although Brian had appreciated the flair of dominance his lover had shown, it was time to drop it and pick up their usual roles.

Brian was finished faking that he could please himself so well. He shot a side-glance at Justin who was just as hard as he was and aching to be touched. Brian swung open the door of the shower and looked fiercely at the younger man opposite him.

"Get in," he barked out, leaving open the door while he grabbed the soap once more and lathered up his hands to wash his arms.

Justin was slightly hesitant. If Brian had actually stopped what he was doing, which he had started in spite of Justin, he was bound to be a little more than pissed off. Justin let out a sigh and hoped for the best as he listened to the faint sound of his feet walking softly to where Brian was waiting for him.

Stepping inside, Justin closed the door gently behind him and was greeted to Brian's back to him. The taller man was facing away as he rinsed the soap off of his chest and arms. Justin stepped closer to him, resting his hands lightly on Brian's shoulders before standing up on his tiptoes to kiss the side of Brian's neck. Justin gave him some room when he turned around and stared down at the blond who had a slight fear in his eyes.

Brian's face displayed conflicted emotion. Justin actually looked like he was afraid of him or something, Brian found himself thinking. Is that what he had reduced the younger man to? The last thing he wanted was his lover to be afraid of him and feel like he had to do something he didn't want to. It was one thing to be role-playing and a complete other to force the other to do it.

Lifting his hand up slowly, Brian cupped the side of Justin's face and gently rubbed his thumb against the soft patch of skin of Justin's cheek. The frustration in Brian's features that had been there a few minutes ago because of Justin's display of dominance and 'disobedience', melted away to be replaced with affection. Brian leaned down and brushed his lips against Justin's as he wrapped his free arm around the smaller man's waist.

"You're not mad?" Justin murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

"No," Brian offered simply.

"You looked like it."

"It's not ever day you know how to say 'no.'"

"I'm sorry," Justin said softly, the entire time looking down at his feet as if he had betrayed his master.

Brian tipped his face up by a crooked finger underneath the blond's chin. Blue eyes stared straight into Brian's chestnut brown.

"Don't be."

Justin had disappeared for the afternoon with Daphne, telling Brian that they were going to do some shopping because Daphne had a big date that night. Brian nodded a few times and waved him off, busy typing something on his laptop for work. Justin leaned in his view of waved goodbye to make sure that Brian knew what he was nodding to. Brian's eyes flickered from the screen to the smiling face of his lover.

"You have no idea what you just agreed to, do you?" smirked the blond, biting on his bottom lip in an attempt at containing himself.

Brian paused and played over the little tendrils of the few sentences that he had caught from the words that were tumbling off of Justin's lips moments before.

"No idea," he muttered, frowning as he tried to think.

"Okay, good."

Justin walked off and was nearly successful except Brian had caught him by the wrist and pulled him back into his lap. Justin was giggling as Brian tried to force it out of him through means of tickling. It usually worked.

"Fine!" he squealed, panting out as Brian's fingers finally stopped. "I said Daphne and I are going to take your credit card, run away to Paris, and get married."

Brian poked him in the side, giving him a feigned annoyed look. "My wallet's in my back pocket and if you want to get married in Paris, we'll go."

Justin was smiling up until the last part of Brian's sentence. He was wondering if the older man knew what he had just said.

"What?"

There was a loud and impatient knock on the door that could have only been Daphne. Brian leaned over and kissed Justin's agape mouth before pushing the blond off of him. Justin just stood there in silence, frowning at Brian.

"Go answer it before she breaks it down," Brian said, returning his full attention to the computer screen.

"Brian – "

"Have a good time."

Justin walked off to answer the banging at the door with a look of incredulousness on his face.