A/N: Don't blame me...Brian was the one who got all chatty and crazy...I just recounted it for you all...

Brian wanted to bring Buttercup out of his shell a little before they went any further. Just the thought of chatting before sex, or, for that matter, after, had his 'inner Mikey' taunting him, but he pushed that aside. This could be a completely selfish act. Surely Buttercup would perform better if he were relaxed. Relaxed. Maybe that was the answer. He could get the blond high. He wasn't sure. It might heighten his anxiety. He might be better served sticking to the talking idea.

Brian was still holding the blond, running his fingers through his longish hair. He asked softly, "So I'm only the second person you've ever done that to?"

Buttercup buried his face further into Brian's chest and answered softly, "Yes."

Brian lifted the blond's head back up so that their eyes met. He smiled gently, "Boggles the mind. So tell me about the other guy."

Justin's entire body tensed. He didn't want to tell Enigma anything about Ethan. At least while he was here, he wanted to pretend that Ethan didn't exist. He was ashamed on every possible front, ashamed of staying with someone he knew he wasn't in love with, ashamed that he was the kind of boyfriend who fantasized about another man and who had now cheated on him, even borrowing his car to do it. Any way you looked at the situation, Justin was a bad person, either pathetic or cruel. More likely both.

He looked down and replied, "I'd rather not talk about him right now."

Brian had felt the blond tense up, but didn't know the cause, so he didn't want to push. He said, "Fair enough. But at least tell me this, how long were you with him?"

The blond whispered, "Three years."

Brian gaped at him incredulously, exclaiming, "Wow!"

He shook his head. He had difficulty imagining spending three years with one person. He asked, "Were you monogamous?"

Justin blushed and buried his head in the brunet's chest again, but this time to try to stifle a giggle. Were we monogamous? How ironic.

Brian was seriously confused. He lifted the blond's head up again and inquired, "Did I say something funny, Sunshine?"

Justin smiled and replied, "We were monogamous."

Brian shook his head again. Then, he smirked. "So…you two must have done everything under the sun. Did he fuck you?"

The blond blushed and responded softly, "Yes."

"Did he rim you?"

The blond furrowed his brow and stated evenly, "No."

Now this was interesting. Brian inquired, "You were with that guy three years and he never rimmed you? Not even once?"

More brow furrowing. "No."

Brian harrumphed. "Well, I've never been a boyfriend, so I can't say I know much, or anything, about romance, but I do know what feels good, and I make sure everyone I'm with has an amazing time. I would have thought that people in relationships tried just about everything…you know to keep the fucking exciting…"

The blond admitted, "When we started out, I had zero experience, so I let him take the lead. After a while, I tried some new things, but he wasn't very receptive."

Brian was extremely curious. He liked the thought of Buttercup experimenting sexually, though it bothered him a little that it was with someone else. "Like what?"

"Well, once, when I was, umm..."

The blond blushed a deep crimson.

Brian teased, "You have your characters say and do a great many 'naughty' things. Why is it so hard for you?"

Buttercup laughed so hard he snorted a little. Fucking adorable. Then he replied matter-of-factly, "Uh…typing something and saying it are two completely different things."

Brian laughed.

The blond looked down, took a deep breath, and confessed, "Once, when I was sucking him off, I put a finger inside him. He came harder than ever before, but he asked me not to do that ever again."

Brian's eyes widened. "Why?"

Justin flushed, but this time it wasn't from embarrassment or shyness. "Ethan likes to be the one doing all the penetrating."

"You never fucked him?"

The blond looked down and answered softly, "No."

"Did he ever even blow you?"

The blond sighed and whispered, "No."

Brian was hating this Ian more and more. "I consider myself an ultimate top, but even I've been fucked. Just not that often. I also give great head and love it when someone fingers me."

That gave the blond a chuckle.

"You should let me be your boyfriend."

The blond's eyes widened. He smiled brightly and asked, "Que?"

Brian tried to appear calm and nonchalant, though he was anything but. He had no idea what had prompted him to say what he did. What was even more disturbing, he wasn't trying to back track. He explained, "Well…you are the king of romance….I'm the stud of Liberty Avenue…we could trade expertise."

"Que?"

Brian bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep from laughing. Then he continued, residual amusement bubbling up through his words, "You teach me how to turn you into a puddle with words and romantic gestures, and I'll do the same with fucking, sucking, rimming, and so on."

Justin couldn't believe what Enigma was proposing. Enigma didn't seem like the boyfriend type. "Are you serious?"

All trace of amusement gone, Brian said evenly, "Yes." His 'inner Mikey' was screaming his head off at this point.

Justin just stared. "You want to be my boyfriend?"

Brian offered the blond a soft smile and said, "I kind of do. That may not sound special at all, but I've never even kind of wanted to before."

Suddenly, the blond's face and eyes held a heartbreaking expression. Maybe heartbroken was a better word to describe it. He whispered, "I don't think I could handle it."

Brian smirked and, then, drawled, "I know I'm an amazing fuck, but, rest assured, you could handle it."

Justin blushed and responded softly, "That's not what I meant. I…I wouldn't want to share you with everyone else. I couldn't. I mean, once is one thing, but if I let myself get that involved, I'd be so hurt if you…"

He couldn't even finish his sentence.

Brian observed the blond closely, trying to read the subtext. He must have been rejected and betrayed. A lot. Brian didn't want to be yet another person to put that look on Buttercup's face…The only choice he had was to agree that it wouldn't work. …Or…he could…

Brian shrugged. "So I won't trick." His 'inner Mikey' had just declared him legally insane. Brian was actually holding his breath waiting for Buttercup to respond.

His answer was a million-watt smile. Brian smiled and pulled the blond closer.

Suddenly, the blond pulled away and looked pale as a ghost, which was an achievement, considering his already pale coloring. He exclaimed in a very serious voice, "You can't be my boyfriend."

Brian was in the unusual position of feeling hurt, pissed, and defensive. "Why the fuck not?"

The blond replied, just as seriously, "I don't know your name. I don't date strangers."

Brian flipped the blond over and started tickling him. "Twat! You had me nervous."

The blond giggled, "Really?"

Brian shot him a dark look but then smiled and said with mock-brightness, "Hi! I'm Brian, Brian Kinney" and extended his hand.

The blond took it and gave it a good shake as he responded, "Justin. Justin Taylor."

Brian offered him a soft smile and said, "It's really nice to meet you, Justin."

The blond giggled and responded, "Likewise, Brian."

Brian asked with both nervousness and amusement in his voice, "So, you're all mine, now?"

Justin replied firmly, "Yes, I'm all yours" and smiled.

There was just one little problem...