Hey Dad, what the hell is wrong with me
I almost had the single life for free
But now she comes around
and shoves her face into my mind
I thought that dating was a drag
All I ever knew was my hand

She's my Girlfriend Now – All-American Rejects

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Something was poking him. Since when did things poke Justin while he was sleeping? Well, trying to sleep. Justin rolled over on his side only to realize that he was impossibly tangled with the sheets but he ignored that fact and, instead of trying to detangle himself, buried his face into a pillow when he realized that this wasn't his pillow. It didn't smell like his pillow. It smelled strongly of Brian Kinney. Why the fuck did his pillow smell like Brian Kinney? He felt fingers poke at his sides again unleashing his anti-tickling groan when a whoosh of memories suddenly bombarded his head.

He had gotten laid last night.

And it hadn't just been a lay either.

"Goooodmorning, grumpy."

Brian's tone was teasing and Justin smiled slightly, face close and personal with the fabric of the pillow, taking deep breaths and letting Brian's good scent wake him up. Then he remembered that the real thing was, like, next to him. So…he could just smell the actual person instead of his pillow. Sighing, Justin tried to roll over again, probably becoming even more tangled with Brian's sheets, and his face met the bare chest of Brian and he wasted no time in nuzzling his nose against the soft skin and drawing in a deep breath, hands snaking out of the sheets with some difficulty and latching onto the man. He heard Brian chuckle but he didn't acknowledge it.

"What are you doing?"

Justin grinned, one eye opening, quickly closing against the harsh rays of sun seeping through Brian's window, and then, once again opening when he was sure his eye could adjust.

"I'm smelling you."

"Weirdo."

Justin could tell Brian was joking. And that he didn't care that Justin was smelling him. Justin's other eye slowly opened, getting used to the blinding sun, and he curled up close to Brian, not quite ready to get up and face reality at the moment. All is silent for a few moments, Justin enjoying the feel of Brian's fingers playing with his hair and just…lying there. Then Brian got up leaving Justin tangled up in the sheets without helping him out. Justin's eyes flew open and he looked up at the man, the naked man, with a raised eyebrow. He made sure his eyes stayed focused on Brian's face. He didn't need to start off the morning blushing.

"Time to get up, Sunshine."

Justin groaned, and rolled over so his back now faced his boss and, in turn, probably got even more tangled up in the sheets, which Justin thought would have been damn near impossible by now. Suddenly, Brian was kneeling on the bed and his hands were turning him back over, fingers pulling at the sheets and helping him get detangled. His fingers would occasionally and purposely tickle along his sides making Justin squeal like a little girl and Justin had a feeling that Brian wasn't done with the whole tickling matter just yet either. Once Brian finally got Justin out of the sheets, Brian commenting with a, "God, I don't know how I slept with you last night," and then grabbed the blond's arm and dragged him out of the bed.

"It's lunch time and we both need showers."

"You're such a slave driver."

Brian grinned, nodding in agreement and arms coming around from behind and wrapping around Justin's naked form, dried cum still stuck tight to his skin. "That I am, Mr. Taylor. Now, to the shower. And it won't be so bad. You'll be in there with me." Justin smiled and let himself be pushed from behind towards the bathroom. He immediately liked the shower and not because he was going to be taking it with Brian. Because Brian's shower was…like everything else in Brian's loft. Fucking perfect and awesome. Brian opened the glass door and pushed Justin inside, Brian quickly following. The brunet turned on the water, hot and steamy spraying out of the shower head. Justin immediately felt his skin turn red from the temperature. But he didn't mind.

"Too hot?"

Justin smiled and shrugged.

"I'm sure it will be."

"I'm sure you're right."

In a matter of seconds the front of Justin's form was splayed against the glass wall of the shower, his head leaning back against Brian's broad shoulder, strong hands gripping his hips as the brunet's cock pumped, slowly at first, in and out of his ass and gaining speed until Justin's come was splattered against the shower wall and Brian coming only a few thrust later.

It was afterwards that they eventually got clean.

&&&

"Where we going?"

"Why do you always ask that?"

Justin shrugged, grinning, as Brian began speeding down the road. "I'm curious. Now spill." Brian smirked. "I think we were both spilling not too long ago." Justin felt his cheeks turn a very light shade of pink but he ignored it, rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless.

"C'mon, Brian!"

"How old are you again?"

Justin sighed, smiling. He didn't think he was going to be able to stop smiling while around his boss. And he had a feeling he was going to be around his boss a lot. After all, they worked together all week. So that meant he was going to be smiling – a lot.

"Twenty-two."

"Are you sure? More like five."

Justin rolled his eyes and reached over to lay a playful slap on the Brunet's leg but, instead, his hand was captured just as it made contact with said leg and then held there, which Justin didn't totally mind. Ok, he didn't mind at all. He obediently kept his hand on Brian's leg and couldn't help but widen his smile when Brian's fingers slipped through his, pale and tan entwining on Brian's lap. Justin looked out the window and directed his smile elsewhere. He didn't want to freak out Brian by smiling too much. And too big. Once he was able to control himself, he glanced back over at the brunet and raised an eyebrow.

"So, can you please tell me now?"

"We're going to get lunch."

"Where?"

"A place that serves food."

"Bri-aaan!"

"Jus-tiiin."

Justin pouted, not being serious of course, and removed his hand from Brian's leg so he could cross his arms over his chest. He wasn't stupid – he looked adorable when he pouted. Maybe he would look adorable to Brian. Brian snorted but didn't say anything about him being adorable. More like an immature whiner. Of course, he was joking and Justin could tell by the small smile that Brian sent his way. Yes, his adorable charm was quite intact.

"We're going to Liberty Diner – nowhere special."

"I've been there. A lot. I love that place."

"I figured you would."

Justin cocked his head to the side.

"Why?"

"Because you'll eat anything."

Justin grinned and the two argued, well, more like joked, about his eating habits for the rest of the way to Liberty Diner. This time Brian didn't get the door for him, saying that Justin was old enough to get the door for himself. Justin didn't mind at all. Especially when Brian grabbed his hand as they strode through the front door of the diner, bells jingling over their heads. A red-haired woman soon noticed them, huge smile coming onto her face at the familiar faces. Everyone who was anyone knew Debbie. Justin, however, noticed the look of slight confused on her face at their joined hands. She probably had no idea that the two knew each other and that they were much less…dating?

Justin wasn't sure what this was.

"Hey, Debbie!"

Justin let go of Brian's hand and bounded towards the woman and her outstretched arms for a hug. Brian was soon behind them pulling Justin out of her grasp. "God, Deb, don't suffocate him." He yanked Justin backwards by the back of his shirt and pull Justin's back against his chest, arms coming to wrap around the blond's waist, hands locking against Justin's abdomen, in a protective sort of way. Justin smiled giddily at Debbie who still looked slightly…shocked at this display of affection. Brian smiled at her and dragged Justin towards a booth where two other men already sat. One man, he was scrawny looking, black hair and a Captain Astro tee on, had his mouth practically hanging open to the ground.

The man next to Mr. Captain Astro wore a glittery top and leather pants. Definitely the flamboyant type. The flamboyant one immediately smiled and held his hand out.

"You must be 'him'!"

Justin smiled slightly and quickly grasped the other mans hand in a quick handshake.

"Um, I guess I'm him."

"He's definitely him. Justin, this is Emmett and that's Michael."

Michael still hadn't said anything. At least he had closed his mouth and Justin got the feeling that this Michael guy wasn't very…friendly. Brian quickly shoved Justin down into the booth and then slid in next to him, sitting way closer than necessary, squishing Justin against the wall and Brian making sure that his hands never left Justin's body. Emmett leaned forward on the table, hands folded, and an excited look in his eyes. Justin had a feeling that he would grow to like Emmett. A lot. He seemed like a perfectly nice guy.

"So – tell me everything."

Brian rolled his eyes.

"Go get gossip somewhere else."

Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Sweetie, this isn't gossip. This is history. This is going to be in every gay boys history book. Brian Kinney going on a date."

He was practically squealing. Justin noticed that Michael looked like he wanted to blow chunks all over the table. Brian scowled at Emmett and turned to Michael who had yet to say anything.

"You're awfully quiet, Mikey."

"You're awfully fucked up, Brian."

Brian rolled his eyes. Emmett looked away, avoiding the scene and, instead, commented on a drag queens outfit as he passed. Justin shifted uncomfortable in his seat and quickly looked away when Michael sent him death rays with his eyes. So, things weren't going so well with Brian's friend it would seem. At least Emmett was nice. Biting his lip, Justin looked up at Brian, not sure of what to say to anyone and possibly looking for some kind of direction telling him what he was supposed to do. Should he just sit there and be quiet or should he make an attempt to befriend the asshole friend? Brian only smiled and engulfed Justin's mouth in a long, languid kiss.

Justin was sure he heard Emmett swoon.

And he was sure that Michael gagged.

&&&

Brian was extremely peeved.

Michael was…Brian couldn't even begin to express what he was feeling towards Michael at the moment except anger. But what had Brian expected? Nothing else except for his best friend to act like a huge asshole. Justin had been uncomfortable the entire time, except, maybe, when Brian had dared to kiss him in front of Michael. Brian had been sure the angry best friend would have ran out of the diner huffing and puffing and ready to kill. Surprisingly, he hadn't. Michael had just looked down at his food and had eaten in silence. Justin had had fun conversing with Emmett though.

Brian could tell that the blond had immediately wanted to befriend the queen of the group. They had gotten along together well and Brian might have even been jealous if Justin's hand had been trailing up and down his leg through the entire meal. Brian didn't even think Justin knew he was doing it. So, by the time they had all finished eating Brian was ready to drag Justin out of there. Once they got out of the diner – it took a while since Debbie couldn't help but pry and ask a million and three questions about "the date" – Brian pulled Justin into his arms, hard against his body, and captured his mouth in a long, rough, sloppy kiss.

Justin smiled and pulled back.

"What was that for?"

"For being fucking hot and, what? I have to have a reason to kiss you?"

"Of course not."

Justin gripped the back of Brian's neck and forced the brunet's mouth against his mouth again. It was only when Brian's hand wandered to the front of Justin's pants and his fingers curled around his clothed cock that Justin yanked his mouth away, cheeks flushing, lips swollen and extremely hard.

"Brian! What are you doing?"

"It looks like I'm making out with you and grabbing your dick…I could be wrong though…"

Brian offered the blond a lopsided grin and Justin immediately relaxed, pushing the brunet away from him and making Brian take him back to the jeep. "I'm not into public displays of cock grabbing." Brian pretended to be disappointed as he climbed into the drivers seat of his jeep. "Damn – that's one of my biggest fantasies – grabbing your cock in public." Justin only smiled, head ducking and shaggy hair hiding his pink cheeks. Brian only smiling. You'd think he'd be over the whole blushing phase by now.

The two rode in silence until,

"Brian – where are you taking me now?"

"Somewhere where I can grab your cock in private."

Justin laughed and nodded.

"Well, I suppose that's alright then."

Twenty minutes later Brian had Justin in the back seat of the jeep, stripped down to nothing, his legs locked around Brian's waist and Brian's lips touching every bit of available skin as he fumbled with getting a condom open. Justin's hands all over him was sort of distracting and made it a harder task – getting the condom open. Getting slightly frustrated, Brian thrusted the wrapper at Justin and growled at him to open the damn thing. Chuckling amusedly, Justin stopped touching Brian long enough to take the wrapper out of Brian's hands and open the wrapper with his teeth. Brian sighed with relief that the rogue wrapper had been taken care of.

"Put it on me."

Justin did as he was asked like the good boy that he was and then laid there, still and waiting, eyes closed and waiting for the penetration of Brian's fingers or his dick. Either one. Biting his lip, Brian slid a finger into Justin's quivering hole. It didn't take long before three fingers were scissoring inside the writhing blond. Pulling the blond's lips into a furious kiss, Brian positioned the blunt head of his cock against Justin's hole and, somehow in the small space, their hands joined together and rested somewhere near Justin's head. Brian smiled down at him, dick throbbing to be inside Justin's tight orifice once again.

"Ready?"

Justin hurriedly nodded.

"Yeah, oh yeah."

Brian smirked at his eagerness and brought his hips forward, digging his cock to the hilt in Justin's ass. The blond shuddered beneath him, eyes squeezing shut, muscles squeezing beyond tight around Brian's penis. Brian brought his head down so it rested against Justin's, noses brushed together, and lips lazily kissing whatever skin was brought before them. Justin's hips lifted and Brian nearly came on the spot when Justin began fucking himself on Brian's dick. It was hot – Justin fucking himself like that. Deciding that Justin couldn't do all the work – no matter how good it felt – Brian moved out, almost all the way, and slammed back inside, brushing against Justin's prostate and making sure to drag the head of his cock against it. He accomplished his mission, Justin yelling out underneath him.

"Like that, Sunshine?"

"Yeahyeah…yeah."

Brian smirked and grabbed the man's lips again and, at the same time, repeated the motion with his cock, Justin squeezing tighter around him each time, hands cutting off the circulation to his hands and body sliding against the leather of the seat as Brian brought his body forward each time. Brian wished he had a camera so he could capture it and watch it all later. With or without Justin. Either way, he would totally get off to watching this. "F-faster, Brian." Brian muttered a "yes, sir" and moved back and forth until he could feel his muscles start cramping. He unlatched one of Justin's hands and grabbed hold of Justin's cock with it, the member trapped between their stomachs. A few seconds later Justin was coming between them and Brian didn't waste a second to come afterwards.

It took a few minutes for them to both regain their breathing.

When they did they were still lying comfortable on the seats, or maybe not so comfortably but neither willing to move or unlatch from each other just yet. Brian kissed the blond on his throat, tongue licking away a few drops of sweat at the same time.

"How long as it been anyway?"

Justin was silent for a moment and Brian wondered if Justin even knew what the hell he was talking about. Brian was about to ask but didn't need to when Justin finally did answer.

"Two years."

"Why?"

Two fucking years? Justin Taylor was one of the hottest beings on the earth and it had been two years? Brian almost couldn't believe it.

"I don't know."

He felt the blond shrug beneath him and he lifted himself up and met blue with his hazel.

"I never would've guessed."

Justin snorted.

"Yeah right."

"Honestly. You're so fucking hot."

Which led to another round of "backseat fucking."