When Brian and Justin finally made it back to the loft, Brian remembered the new bed.

After he'd punched in the security code and was about to slide the loft door open, he asked Justin, "Did you manage to get the new bed bought and delivered before Mikey came busting in?"

Justin smiled and nodded, but then turned beet red.

Brian tilted his head and studied Justin carefully. He inquired, his eyes dancing (because he had a feeling that Justin had selected a bed geared toward having incredible sex), "What kind of bed did you get?"

Justin shook his head and replied, "You have to see it. I can't describe it."

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Can't or won't."

Justin giggled. He cried out helplessly, "Just go look."

Justin couldn't even watch. When Brian headed toward the bedroom, Justin stayed in the living room (facing the door), still blushing.

Before Brian reached the stairs, he looked back. When he saw Justin, he said, "Oh hell no! You're coming with me. After all, it is a present from you, and, well, you can guess how important beds are to me, particularly my own."

Justin turned to face Brian and was about to follow, but hesitated. Brian just stared and smiled, waiting. Finally, Justin joined him. He was a bundle of tension.

Brian's eyes grew wide when they lighted on the bed. He breathed, "Wow!"

Justin asked shyly, "Do you like it?"

Brian laughed. "Are you fucking kidding? I love it!"

The bed had a wrought iron bed frame (including a headboard and footer) as well as a canopy frame (but no canopy). The headboard, footer, and the top of the canopy frame (facing down) all had mirrors attached. The tops of the headboard and footer were cushioned wrought iron poles (that is, wrapped in soft black plastic with padding in the middle). In the center sat a mattress (no box spring); it was soft but not too soft and firm but not too firm. The silk sheets were black, and the duvet (also made of silk), deep red, as was the rectangular silk cushion on the wrought iron bench at the foot of the bed. Justin had also purchased two new fluffy pillows (they had black pillowcases on them), as well as smaller rectangle-, square-, triangle-, and circle-shaped silk pillows, some black and some the same deep red as the duvet and the bench cushion. In addition, Justin had purchased slim wrought iron nightstands with round flat tops.

Brian approached the bed and touched the headboard mirror. Astonished, he asked, "Are these plastic mirrors?"

Justin just nodded.

Brian walked up to Justin and nudged his nose. He whispered, "This is one naughty bed…with so many 'fucking possibilities' that it's making me a little dizzy…do the sling and the silk bondage ties come with or do we need to purchase them separately?"

Justin blushed and replied softly, "The bed didn't come with any bondage equipment, but it did come with deep red curtains. I didn't put them up because I didn't know whether you'd like the idea."

Brian grinned. "How regal!"

He looked around the room for a couple minutes and then noted, "We need candles or maybe just some red track lighting for the wall. Bright or brightly colored light would ruin the 'ambience.'"

Justin flashed Brian a million-watt smile. He was thrilled beyond belief that Brian was happy with the bed. So happy in fact that he was willing to alter the bedroom's décor a bit to suit it.

Brian pulled Justin against him roughly and, his voice husky, whispered into his ear, "Wanna give it a test run? I bet you'd look amazing splayed out wantonly on red silk..."

Having been so nervous about the bed before and now perceiving Brian's intense desire, which still intimidated him a little, Justin started to tremble. Attempting, with minimal success, to keep his voice even, he replied, "There's nothing I'd love more, but I should probably do some writing first."

Brian pulled back and looked at him in shock for a moment. Then, his easy confidence returned as he drawled, "I bet you'd write better smut if you had a little inspiration first."

Justin asked softly, "You think so?"

"Yes. So I propose that we fuck both immediately before and after."

Justin was a little hypnotized by Brian's beautiful eyes, his sultry voice, and his soft smile. He continued to gaze at the brunet for a minute or two after he'd finished speaking but then shook his head and laughed. Finally, he responded, "That sounds like an excellent plan."

Then, suddenly, he cried out, "Oh wait! I should shower first. I must be gross as hell by now."

Brian sniffed Justin's neck all over, beginning with the right side. Then, he pulled off the blond's shirt and sniffed his chest and his belly. At first, Justin was puzzled, but, then, he started giggling; he was actually quite ticklish. Finally, Brian unbuttoned and unzipped Justin's pants, pulled them down, and sniffed all over his thighs. He stood back up and, with a smirk, drawled, "You smell good to me, Sunshine. But we can take a shower first if you want."

Justin smiled in relief. He'd been so nervous when Brian was 'inspecting' him. He knew he'd be much more confident after a shower. Suddenly, what Brian said sunk in. Justin asked nervously, "We?"

Brian smirked. In a serious tone, he declared, "But of course. We need to be socially responsible. We only have one earth, you know." Justin just stared at him, his eyes widening in shock. Then, Brian burst out laughing (causing Justin to laugh) and pulled Justin into the bathroom.

Once they were both naked and in the shower, Brian washed and conditioned the blond's hair and rubbed soap all over his body. All over his body. The entire time, Justin struggled with insane desire and incredible shyness, both of which Brian's ministrations were inspiring.

He was both disappointed and relieved, mostly relieved, when Brian wrapped him in a big fluffy towel.

Brian had actually managed to find some candles, buried in the bathroom closet. He'd suddenly remembered that Lindsay had given him a couple tall red candles for Christmas one year, along with a couple different shower gels he'd never used. He couldn't believe he'd even kept the gift, but, at the moment, he was quite pleased that he had, as the sun was setting, but the blue track lighting just didn't seem right. He lit the candles and set one on each nightstand.

While he'd been looking for the candles, Justin had laid on the bed naked. Brian knew he was there, but couldn't really see him in the dying light. But when Brian lit the candles, the blond came into clear view and actually took his breath away, his creamy white skin and longish silky blond hair making a beautiful contrast with the deep red of the silk duvet. His inner Mikey mocked him mercilessly for this 'lesbianic' reaction.

Brian turned the bathroom light off and climbed onto the bed next to Justin. Justin didn't move or say a word; he just watched Brian curiously.

Brian leaned over Justin and caressed his face gently, causing the blond's skin to flush and his breath to hitch in his throat. Then, Brian slid his hand behind Justin's head and, with no prelude, pulled him into a ravenous kiss. The blond was stunned for a moment, but then responded eagerly, even going so far as to pull the brunet on top of him. When Brian rubbed his erection against the blond's, Justin moaned low in his throat, slid his hands over Brian's ass, and pulled him closer.

Suddenly, Brian broke their kiss, leaving Justin breathless and confused. Brian moved downward, laying open-mouthed kisses in a trail down the blond's body. When Justin realized what Brian was doing, or about to do, he shivered in anticipation. He closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm himself a little (he would be mortified if he came the moment the man engulfed his cock, but that was a distinct possibility). When he opened them, Brian wrapped his hand around the base of Justin's cock and swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up his precum, which caused Justin to inhale sharply. Brian smiled and then began sucking (hard) on the head of Justin's cock as he swirled his tongue around it. Brian wanted to give Justin the maximum possible sensation, since this was his first time. Justin moaned softly in response.

Brian then inched Justin's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft as he did so. When Brian had enveloped Justin's entire cock, he pulled back and then slid his lips sideways down Justin's shaft, sucking on his cock like it was a Creamsicle (all the way around). Brian glanced up at Justin and smiled. He was watching Brian, his eyes half-lidded with desire and his face flushed. Coupled with his slightly swollen lips and the dark hickey on his neck marking him as Brian's, Brian thought the blond looked a little sullied, a little wanton, but all the hotter for it, all the more beautiful, like a fallen angel. Brian's inner Mikey, hands on his hips (of course), demanded to know when Brian had become a girl, but Brian ignored him and gazed at the blond for a moment longer before proceeding to engulf Justin's cock in his hot wet mouth. Then, he began bobbing his head up and down, drawing Justin's cock all the way into his throat on each downstroke (the first time he did so, Justin cried out loudly, "Oh Brian!").

Justin began panting and moaning, and, before long, he breathed, "Brian, I'm close. So close." Brian pulled away and actually sat up. Then, he crawled up Justin's body until the blond's lips were within reach of his own and sent them crashing down onto the blond's, devouring his mouth. Justin moaned softly into Brian's mouth, sending a thrill throughout Brian's body. He fucking loved how responsive Justin was to his kisses, well, to everything really. After a couple of minutes, Brian pulled away, causing the blond to whimper, and crawled back down to the foot of the bed.

Brian bent Justin's knees until his feet were laying flat on the bed, lubed up a couple of fingers, and started tracing circles around Justin's entrance. Justin giggled the second Brian touched his entrance, probably a response to the cold. Then, Brian pushed a finger inside the blond while simultaneously wolfing down his cock. The tip of Justin's cock entered Brian's throat just as Brian's finger reached Justin's prostate, causing Justin to throw back his head and moan loudly. Brian continued to deepthroat Justin as he massaged his prostate. Before long, Justin's body was quaking as he neared completion.

Once again, Brian pulled away, sitting up. Justin's eyes flew open in surprise. Brian couldn't suppress a chuckle. Justin watched in fascination (in the mirror at the foot of the bed) as Brian thrust another finger inside him and scissored them. As he did so, he caressed Justin's thigh.

When Justin relaxed a bit, Brian pushed a third finger inside him while also, unexpectedly, wolfing down his cock. The tip of Justin's cock entered Brian's throat just as all three of Brian's fingers reached Justin's prostate. This time, Justin arched his back as he threw back his head and moaned again (loudly), but this time also crying out, "Brian, oh, Brian, that feels so good!" Brian continued to deepthroat Justin (but this time faster and with greater suction) as he massaged his prostate with (now) three fingers. Brian gently caressed Justin's tightening balls with his other hand and had just let his fingers drift to the blond's perineum when he cried out, "Oh fuck!"

Suddenly, Justin started moaning uncontrollably (and more loudly than ever), "Ohh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh!!!" as his orgasm exploded, shattering his vision into a rainbow of sparkling colors. He shivered even as heat radiated outward from his groin and rippled throughout his body, which also, strangely, seemed to hum and thrum with electricity. Seconds after Justin's orgasm struck, a wave of dizziness washed over him, making his body feel lighter and lighter until he seemed to be floating, drifting into a pleasant darkness. He whispered, "Brian," and then the world disappeared.

When Justin regained consciousness, he found he was nestled snugly in Brian's arms. He smiled softly and said, "Let me guess. You rocked my world."

Brian chuckled. In a rare display of bashfulness, he replied softly, "You tell me."

Justin flipped over onto his belly and lay his head on his hands, which were on Brian's chest. He observed Brian closely. He smiled and stated simply, "Yes."

Brian prodded with a smirk, "Yes, what?"

Justin declared, "Yes, Brian Kinney, also known as Enigma, and to your best friend, my ex, and a random cop, also known as, my new boyfriend, you, Brian, rocked my world!" He topped his declaration off with a dazzlingly bright smile.

Brian held Justin's gaze, an intense look in his eyes. He pulled Justin all the way on top of him, caressed his cheeks, and then pressed his forehead gently against Justin's.

Suddenly, Brian looked up, as though remembering something. He exclaimed with a laugh, "By now, half of gay Pittsburgh may know that I have a boyfriend!"

Justin's eyes widened. "Really? How?"

Brian only said one word, "Mikey."

"Oh…" Justin was suddenly tense and, oddly, deflated, fraught with doubt. Was Brian angry or otherwise unhappy about news of their relationship getting out? Did he regret asking Justin to be his? Did he regret following him home that morning or inviting him to move in?

Brian studied Justin carefully, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. "I can see your brain working overtime. What's going on in there, Sunshine?"

Justin stammered nervously, "Nothing really…it's just…I was wondering whether you were experiencing dater's remorse…"

Brian replied firmly, "I don't do regret. I wanted you. Fuck, I still want you. The difference is, now you're all mine."

Brian sat up, situating Justin on his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, and started licking, sucking on, and nibbling the left side of his neck. After a few minutes, Justin moaned, "Need you. Inside me. Now."

Brian pulled back, and his eyes met Justin's. They were dark with desire. Brian breathed, "Go kneel in front of the headboard."

He didn't need to tell Justin twice. Justin scrambled off his lap and into a kneeling position. Brian moved to kneel behind Justin, sheathed his cock, and ran his hand tenderly from Justin's neck down to his ass. He nuzzled Justin's neck, and, then, out of the blue, he whispered, "Sunshine, what were you thinking about when I was sucking you off?"

Justin looked down into the mirror and observed Brian, but was unable to read his expression.

Justin paused for a moment, but then replied softly, "I was a little in awe of you…(Justin flushed due to both embarrassment and the desire the memory evoked) your bronze skin looked even warmer in the candlelight, the gold flecks in the brown pools of your eyes glittered (Brian rested his cheek against the back of Justin's neck, not wanting Justin to see the expression in his eyes, how moved he was, how much he relished Justin's description of him), the blond highlights in your hair seemed to glow, your lean lithe form moved so gracefully, and you so dexterously played my body, as though it were an instrument, teasing out such complex feelings and drawing from me, despite my shyness, sounds I've never in my life made…the experience was so surreal…(both Justin's voice and his body began to tremble a bit) to have a god at my feet thinking only of pleasuring me. While you were teasing me, I became painfully aware of my weakness when it comes to you; I was so desperate for your touch…and then I was exploding, falling, and floating, and all coherent thought disappeared."

The moment Justin stopped speaking, Brian pushed his now throbbing cock into him (Brian was grateful that he'd already prepared the blond), pushed it all the way in, in one go, serendipitously hitting Justin's prostate on this first thrust. Brian wondered if he'd ever be able to be as open as Justin had just been. He ached a little to tell Justin how beautiful he'd looked while he was pleasuring him, but he wasn't sure he could. Instead, he started to touch Justin everywhere, caressing every inch of Justin's skin that he could reach while also kissing his neck gently and thrusting into him slowly. When Justin leaned his head back onto Brian's shoulder and moaned, Brian captured his lips in a deep kiss, kissing him like he'd never have another chance. A few moments later, Justin blindly reached for the top of the head board, and, when his fingertips glanced over it, he grabbed onto the padded pole tightly and started meeting Brian's thrusts, trying to quicken the pace.

Brian wanted to laugh. As desperate for his touch as Brian might make Justin feel, Justin induced a similar lack of control in him. Brian shut his eyes tight and bit his lip hard, trying desperately to ignore the temptation to fuck Justin as fast and as hard as he possibly could. But he knew it was hopeless. Soon he was doing exactly that. He grabbed Justin's hips and pounded his prostate. Mercilessly. In response, Justin panted, moaned, and, even, mewled.

Brian's body began to tremble as he fought to delay his orgasm. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, in any sense of the word, Brian grabbed Justin's cock firmly and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. Then, Brian whispered, "Before…I stopped to look at you. Your eyes were dark with desire, and your lips, slightly swollen. Your face was flushed, and the hickey I gave you stood out dark against your pale skin. In that moment, you looked a little sullied, a little wanton, but all the hotter for it, all the more beautiful, like a fallen angel…"

Justin was astonished that Brian had had such thoughts about him and even more astonished that he was giving them voice.

The moment Brian stopped speaking, they both came. Hard. Moaning loudly and crying out each other's names.