A/N: I got the idea for the title from the Gilmore Girls.

Brian frowned. Cracking the troll would be cake if he hadn't promised to be faithful. Several times over the last few days, Brian had considered simply asking Justin for a pass, but, when he looked into those beautiful blue eyes and saw the implicit trust within them, which was especially remarkable given that everyone Justin had loved before Brian had betrayed him, he just couldn't. He knew he needed to find another way to get Ian's troll to talk, perhaps even to switch sides, and quickly. Brian was due in court in just a few days, and there was no telling what Ian might do with those tapes or when.

So Brian had sent Cynthia on a covert mission to learn some details of the troll's life, as Brian didn't know his name or where he worked. He knew nothing about him except that he was fucking Ian. Cynthia was, as always, surprisingly successful. Brian had tasked her with this mission only yesterday, but here she was, sauntering into his office, a triumphant look on her face. She declared, "His name is Rob Stowe. He lives at 22 Fair Street and works at a McDonald's."

Brian couldn't help but laugh. Had Ian been dropped on his head as a baby? How could he think of cheating on an intelligent, talented, hot guy like Justin with an ugly loser like Rob Stowe, aka the troll? Of course, the troll's loser status might make Brian's goal easier to achieve. A few grand was a lot of money to someone living on minimum wage. Brian's thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. Cynthia excused herself.

"Brian Kinney here."

"You asshole!"

Brian smiled. "Hi, Deb. As always, it's great to hear from you."

"Has everyone met your boyfriend but me? And since when do you do boyfriends?"

"Since I met Justin," he thought. Then he sighed. He'd been expecting this call. Actually, he'd expected it sooner.

Debbie demanded, "Come to the house for dinner tonight."

Brian replied flatly, "Can't do it." He knew he couldn't ask Justin to handle not only leaving the loft but also meeting the rest of his wacky adopted family. Deb was about to complain when Brian surprised her by adding, "But if you and the rest of the gang want, you can come by the loft tonight. Justin's an excellent cook."

She asked incredulously, "You're inviting us to your place?"

"Yup. Let's say 7."

She was still stunned, but she managed to respond, "Okay. Yeah. That'd be great!"

Brian bit the inside of his lip and doubleclicked on Buttercup1983 in his IM window. He hoped that he'd figured right.

Enigma69 (2:00:00): Feel like playing Donna Reed tonight, Sunshine?

Brian drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited impatiently for Justin to respond.

Buttercup1983 (2:01:20): (smiling a confused, but bright smile) What?

Enigma69 (2:02:00): The family has requested a sit-down.

Buttercup1983 (2:02:25): (eyes widening) Like the mob?

Enigma69 (2:04:35): (chuckling) Deb is as strong and unyielding as a mob boss and isn't above smacking people around when they annoy her, but no…The rest of the motley crew I call family wants to meet you, particularly Deb. That's Mikey's mom. She's been kind of like a second mother to me since I was a teenager. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if we had them over.

Buttercup1983 (2:05:40): I feel honored that you want to introduce me to them. I never met any of Ethan's family. It's short notice, but I'm sure I could put something together in time. When did you tell them to come by?

Enigma69 (2:06:20): 7pm. Are you sure you don't mind cooking? I could order Thai if you'd rather not.

Buttercup1983 (2:06:57): No! No. We can't serve takeout! Especially since this is the first time I'll be meeting them. Plus, I love cooking. But I don't know about the rest…

Enigma69 (2:07:10): The rest?

Buttercup1983 (2:07:27): (deep sigh) I have no pretty dresses or pearls…

Enigma69 (2:08:00): (grinning) You could go naked for all I care. In fact, I'd prefer it.

Buttercup1983 (2:08:23): (flushing with pleasure)

*************

Justin was one mishap away from a full-blown panic attack. He'd changed his clothes six times already and set and reset the table more than once. He'd decided against making one of his fancier dishes, settling for an old chicken pot pie recipe he'd gotten from his mom. In fact, part of the reason he'd chosen it was that it reminded him of his childhood, before he'd realized he was gay, before his family and childhood friends had shunned him. He'd made a tossed salad with romaine lettuce, kalamata olives, feta cheese, cherry tomatoes, blanched almonds, mushrooms, and red onions and braided the top crust of the pie, but, otherwise, he'd wanted to keep the meal simple. Meeting Brian's adopted family was stressful enough without juggling four or more pans on the stove and a baking dish in the oven.

He'd also made himself a huge cup of coffee in his favorite mug, a red one he'd brought from Ethan's. It was one of the few personal items his mother had brought him in the hospital, so he treasured it. It was only four inches tall, but it was six inches wide. Justin had long been in the habit of drinking coffee from this mug whenever he cooked. He didn't know why, but doing so reminded him of being in his mom's kitchen while she was cooking or baking. It always made feel him more at home wherever he was. After he'd filled his mug, he readied the coffeemaker to brew a new pot so that he need only flip the switch if any of the guests wanted coffee later.

Justin was just about to change for the seventh time when Brian entered the loft. Justin froze and kneaded his hands together, suddenly worried that Brian would be displeased or, worse, disappointed. But when Brian grinned, Justin couldn't help but smile, too. Brian walked over to Justin and quickly caught his lips in a passionate kiss. He set the bottle of wine he'd brought home on the counter (still kissing Justin and thus nearly letting it fall to the floor), pulled Justin against him roughly, and squeezed his ass.

When Brian broke their kiss, they were both breathless and hard. He slowly unbuttoned Justin's royal blue silk shirt while sucking on Justin's neck and pushed it off his shoulders. Justin moaned softly. Then Brian unbuttoned and unzipped Justin's black pants, pushed his pants and boxer-briefs down, and kneeled behind Justin. Justin was so surprised when Brian swirled his tongue around his entrance that he gasped and grabbed onto the counter to prevent himself from falling over. Then he moaned loudly when Brian pushed his tongue inside him. Brian pushed his tongue in and out a few times as he shrugged off his coat and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Brian suddenly stood up, let his pants fall to the floor, sheathed his cock, and slicked it with lube. Then he slowly slid his hands up Justin's back and gripped his shoulders as he began pushing his cock inside Justin, who was still bent over the counter.

Justin muttered, "Oh fuck…"

Once Brian's cock was fully enveloped, he began to fuck Justin slowly, arching his back on each thrust so that his cock was buried as deeply as possible. He moaned low in his throat and then slid his hands down to Justin's hips.

Just then, they heard a knock on the door.

Brian cursed softly, "Fuck!" and then yelled, "Hold on."

He grasped Justin's hips firmly and started fucking him fast and hard. Justin bit his lip in an effort to stifle a moan, but had little success. Brian grabbed Justin's cock and slid his hand up and down Justin's shaft quickly, in time with his thrusts. He fucked Justin faster and faster, harder and harder, all the while jerking him off. Justin's body was thrumming with pleasure, so much so that the earth seemed to fall away. He couldn't hear a sound and saw only blackness. He wasn't even really aware of it when he came. He perceived only an incredible warmth and electricity flowing through his body and suddenly felt like he was floating. When Justin's ass clamped down on his cock, Brian came with a guttural moan that the entire building could hear.

Afterward, Justin remained motionless, still dazed. Brian ditched the condom in the kitchen trash bin, pulled up and refastened his pants, tossed a towel on the floor where Justin's cum had spilled, and then set about redressing Justin. Brian couldn't help but chuckle at Justin, who was still a little out of it and wearing a silly grin.

By the time Brian pulled open the loft door, Justin had fully regained consciousness, but he was a lot less nervous than he'd been minutes before.

When Brian opened the door to a crowd of people, most of whom were positively leering (exchanging knowing glances and, all but Mikey and two of the three women, checking Justin out hungrily), Justin immediately tensed up and started balling and unballing his hands and playing with his fingers. He thought he could hear his heart pounding in his chest (and more rapidly). He suddenly felt uncomfortably warm and, as the crowd approached, a little dizzy. He was about to make a break for it (translation, he was about to scurry to the other side of the counter and focus on dinner—although he'd done everything except serve it), but then Brian unexpectedly appeared beside him. He placed his hand on Justin's lower back and, when Justin didn't pull away, began rubbing it gently.

First, Brian pointed to a tall, slender, sandy-haired man dressed in a loose fuchsia shirt made of lightweight, almost sheer material, with gently flared sleeves, and tight cobalt blue pants. Brian stated flatly, "That's Emmett, also known as Emmy Lou and, since Gus was born, Auntie Em." The man smiled softly and curtsied.

Then Brian pointed to a shorter man with dark brown hair, thinning a little at the top. He was hunched over, as though carrying some invisible burden, and avoided eye contact, which actually suited Justin just fine. "That's Ted, the Eeyore of our group, albeit less cute." Ted bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement.

Brian continued, "You already know Mikey and Lindsay. The militant dyke next to her is Mel. She's Gus's wicked stepfather." Lindsay was clad in a delicate silver A-line dress with spaghetti straps (showing a disturbing amount of cleavage), and Mel, in a plain white short-sleeved button-down shirt with a wide collar and black pants.

Lindsay smiled brightly, almost too brightly, and Mel grimaced.

Brian chuckled. "That's as close as Mel gets to a smile in my presence, unless she forgets I'm here."

Finally, he pointed to a short, plump woman with curly red hair. She wore a bright floral print dress (mostly red, white, and black), with large red hooped earrings, and a huge fake red poppy in her hair.

"Last but not least…that's Debbie, mother hen of this queer brood."

With that, she made a beeline for Justin, causing him to step back and his eyes to widen in fear. Brian hesitated for a split second. He wasn't sure whether holding Justin would make him feel more comfortable or trapped and smothered. But he decided to risk it. He swung behind Justin, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Justin's shoulder. Brian sighed in relief when Justin melted into his embrace and started breathing more evenly.

Debbie's shrill voice rung out, "Hiya kiddo! Wow, you're a real cutie, aren't ya? Nice package! Turn around. Let me see that butt."

Mikey whined, "Ma!!"

Justin smiled uncomfortably. Before Debbie could say more, Brian declared, "Well, I'm starving. Let's eat." Then he steered Justin toward the beautifully set table, with black dishes and a black vase of royal blue pansies (that actually matched his shirt), which Justin had managed to have delivered before Brian arrived. The black-blue color scheme, Justin had thought, would suit Brian's mahogany dining table perfectly.

On the way to the table, Debbie caught a glimpse of Justin's perfectly shaped bubble butt. She nodded in approval and muttered, "Nice." Then she smacked Brian on the back of the head and reprimanded him, "Even considering his gorgeous bubble butt, making us wait outside the door while you finished getting your rocks off was a shitty thing to do!"

Justin blushed a pretty pink, Brian observed, but Brian…he just grinned.

Once everyone was seated, Justin took the pie out of the oven and brought that and the salad to the table.

When Deb saw the braided top crust, she exclaimed, "How fancy!"

Justin blushed. "Thank you."

Mikey rolled his eyes.

"My brother Vic is, or was, a pastry chef. He'd be very impressed."

Mikey countered, "Ma! He makes five-layer cakes and pastry so light it melts in your mouth. I highly doubt he'd be impressed by braided pie crust! Ha! Justin's more Good Housekeeping than Pastry Art and Design!"

Seeing Justin deflating more and more as Mikey rambled on, Brian glared at his best friend and was about to say something, but Debbie beat him to it.

"And what can you make?"

Mikey looked around uncomfortably. "Well…nothing…"

"That's right! When you start making award-winning strudel, you can talk all you want. Until then, can it!

Justin tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle the smile that was slowly spreading across his face.

While opening the wine and beginning to pour it into the wine glasses Justin had placed on the table, Brian asked, "Where is Vic tonight, anyway?"

Debbie huffed. "Rodney. Need I say more?"

Brian chuckled. "Nope."

When Brian and Justin were both seated, Ted cleared his throat and asked, "So, Justin, what do you do for a living?"

Justin smiled nervously.

Unsure how to answer, he stammered, "Uh…I…"

Brian quickly supplied, "Justin's a writer."

Then he rubbed Justin's back and smiled at him, which caused Justin to flush with pleasure.

Emmett clapped his hands together gently and inquired eagerly, "Ooo…what sort of stuff do you write?"

Justin replied hesitantly, "Umm…gay romance stories."

Emmett's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Brian's eyes shone as bright or brighter as he added, "His stories are right up your alley. They all contain a healthy dose of smut." He shot Justin a soft, sexy smile, continuing, "And some, unhealthy doses."

Justin blushed crimson.

Emmett reached across the table and patted Justin's hand excitedly. "You'll let me read some, won't you?"

That was the last thing Justin wanted to do, but, looking at Emmett, and the good-natured enthusiasm in his eyes, he just couldn't refuse. He nodded. "Sure."

Of course, he was hoping that Emmett would forgot all about his stories by the end of the evening. Unfortunately, Debbie and Ted also expressed an interest.

Debbie exclaimed, "Count me in, too!"

Ted interjected, "And me three! I might skip to the smut though…I'm not a huge fan of the lovey-dovey stuff."

Lindsay had been observing Brian and Justin closely during this turn in the conversation. She raised an eyebrow and asked pointedly, "How is it, exactly, that you know all about Justin's stories, Brian? Have you read them?"

Mikey scoffed, "As if! Brian would never read silly love stories. Not even smutty ones. Porn is for those who aren't getting any, right, Brian?"

Brian ignored Mikey. He just stared at Lindsay, not saying a word.

Mikey frowned, but kept quiet. For once, he was speechless.

Justin wasn't sure how or even whether Brian would answer. After thirty seconds of complete silence, Justin decided that he'd rather not know. He'd do anything to break the tension, and the silence. So he tried to distract everyone, asking cheerfully, "Does anyone want coffee? I know people usually wait until after dinner, but I'm a freak. I drink coffee all day. Even in the summer!"

More silence.

Justin had just started mentally berating himself when Emmett chirped, "That sounds good, Baby. Sign me up!"

Ted agreed, "Coffee would be nice."

Justin smiled gratefully and quickly moved to make it. However, he almost tripped when Mel asked, a little too nonchalantly, "How did you two meet, anyway, Brian?"

Justin looked over at his boyfriend (he loved thinking of him that way. He would never have believed that a beautiful, sexy, clever, and self-assured man, a bedroom dynamo, like Brian would ever want to be his boyfriend; Justin couldn't help but smile at that). Brian had resumed eating and continued to do so, apparently unfazed.

Mel prodded, "Well, Brian?"

Suddenly, Brian lifted his head. He turned back to look at Justin and gestured toward the table. Justin smiled a shy, confused smile and approached Brian hesitantly. When he was within reach, Brian took his hand and pulled him close. Then, he released Justin's hand and patted his legs. Justin's eyes grew wide, and he blushed a deeper shade of red, but he crawled into Brian's lap. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin's waist, and only then did he look at Mel. The guests' expressions (reactions to Brian's uncharacteristically sweet behavior) ranged from shocked (Ted) and disgusted (Mikey and Mel) to awed (Emmett and Debbie) and proud (Lindsay).

Brian declared, with a serious look on his face, in a soft voice, "Some time ago, I started having a recurring dream…"

Brian was not about to tell his surrogate family about his secret love of gay romance stories, and he figured that his fantasies about James were close enough to dreams.

"…about a beautiful, but shy and nearly virginal artist."

Embarrassed, Justin looked down and protested, though softly, "Brian!"

Brian held Justin a little bit tighter and grinned. He continued, "Then one very lucky night, I caught a glimpse of my dream boy in a bookstore."

Justin wrinkled his nose cutely. He supposed a bookstore was close enough to the truth. Brian certainly had a great many ways of telling their story without telling their story, well, not exactly.

Brian continued, "But he was leaving. I tried to catch him, but he drove off just as I came running out. Fortunately, I happened to notice the kind of car he drove. The next time I saw it at the bookstore, I left my number and a brief note. He didn't call, of course; but he did leave a note for me with the clerk. After a couple more notes were exchanged, he, finally, finally, left me his number."

Justin couldn't help but smile brightly at Brian's clever way of recounting their experience together online and at the thought of Brian being so eager for contact with him. He wondered if that had truly been the case.

Brian drawled, "So…I called him. We talked for hours and hours two nights in a row. Then, I told him I'd go crazy if I didn't get to see him."

At this point, he kissed Justin's neck. Justin slid his hands gently over his arms, which still encircled him.

"Justin hesitated, of course, but eventually relented. That night…I fucked him senseless…"

His voice had become a low growl on the last few words, sending a shiver through Justin's body and causing him to flush with pleasure, in response to not only his voice but also the memory of that night.

Brian's voice still a low growl, he added, "Twice."

And more softly, "…and then I asked him to be mine."

Justin smiled a shy smile and looked down.

Brian sighed comically and continued, "Unfortunately, he already had a boyfriend."

That drew surprised looks and a couple of gasps. Feeling embarrassed and guilty, Justin blushed.

But when Brian muttered, "So naughty" and kissed his neck, he couldn't help but smile. He'd cheat on Ethan all over again and much, much worse for the chance to be with Brian.

Then, a slight edge to his voice, Brian stated evenly, "I saw Justin and his troll boyfriend together the next morning. I confronted the boyfriend, telling him that he didn't know how to treat a beautiful, sexy, and talented person like Justin," causing Justin to flush with pleasure once more. Mikey crossed his arms and sighed loudly.

"Then I pled my case with Justin, asserting that I would treasure (and fuck) him like the troll he was with never could."

Mikey interrupted with a loud "Ha!" Then he inquired, "Do you really expect us to believe that you had to compete with someone for this twink?"

Brian shrugged. "Believe what you want."

Then he cleared his throat and continued, "Justin was, of course, appropriately moved. He dumped the troll on the spot and agreed not only to date me but also to live with me."

That elicited gasps from everyone but Mikey, who already knew that Brian and Justin were 'shacked up.'

After a few moments of silence, Mel replied flatly, "You couldn't just have said 'at a bookstore?'"

Everyone but Mikey (and Mel) burst out laughing.

Lindsay asked softly, "How old are you, Justin?"

"20."

Everybody's eyes widened at that.

Mel laughed. "So…what? Did you run out of people to fuck at Babylon and Woody's? Did you tap out all the other gay bars before starting to troll libraries and bookstores?"

Lindsay pinched Mel, but she was laughing.

Justin turned red. He wished he could crawl under a rock for the rest of the evening.

Lindsay asked brightly, "So…how long have you known each other?"

Justin cast his eyes downward and clenched and unclenched a fist. He had not been looking forward to this question.

Brian, unperturbed, replied, "Two weeks." It was actually just shy of two weeks, but he thought it better to round up.

Lindsay narrowed her eyes and pressed, "And you've been living together…for how long?"

Brian squeezed Justin a little tighter and answered, "Today is day five."

Carefully, she inquired, "Isn't that a bit fast?"

Brian shrugged. "When it's right, it's right."

Mel hissed, "And you think having Gus here, with a person you've only known two weeks, is appropriate?"

Brian's eyes flashed. He glared at Mel for a moment. He replied evenly, "Before you start criticizing my parenting skills, perhaps you should examine your own. Lindsay tells me that you've barely been home this month."

Then he plastered a fake smile on his face and offered coolly, "If you're having difficulty supporting Lindsay and Gus, all you need do is ask. You know I'd gladly help out."

Mel, eyes black with rage, spat out, "You son of a bitch!"

Brian chuckled. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to wound me. Stating facts certainly won't suffice." He hoped Mel would never learn that he'd been arrested for assault. She'd most definitely use that as leverage to try to get Lindsay to keep Gus away from him. Who knew what else she might do?

Mel ignored Brian and continued, "I don't need help supporting my family. But even if I did, I certainly wouldn't ask an arrogant and heartless overgrown child with absolutely no morals. Let's get this straight right now. You're the sperm donor! That's all! Lindsay may be kind enough to let you see Gus, but you are not his father. Not in any way that counts."

Justin, who was now regarding Mel coldly, could feel Brian stiffen, but no one else noticed a difference. Lindsay had been watching Brian and Mel's exchange in astonishment, but had, up till now, seemed paralyzed. Finally, she chastised her current lover, "Mel! That's a horrible thing to say!"

Mel scoffed. "Figures that I'm the one you'd yell at."

She jumped up from the table and stormed toward the door. Once there, she paused, whirled around, and hissed, "Are you coming or not? You could stay here with your ex if you'd like, but I doubt Justin would approve."

Lindsay colored and rose quickly from the table. Brian sighed and let his head fall onto Justin's shoulder. Then he turned his head so that he was looking directly at Justin, who had paled and whose face now wore a look of horror. Even shocked and jealous, Justin (Brian thought) looked fucking adorable. Brian corrected softly, "Lindsay's not my ex. I fucked her a couple of times a long time ago…when I was still a little confused."

Justin relaxed visibly.

Apparently Lindsay was not moving fast enough for Mel because she exited the loft, slamming the door on her way out.

Mortified, Lindsay half-said, half-cried out, "Thank you, Justin. Dinner was lovely. Brian, I'll call you later."

Then she rushed after Mel.

No one spoke for a few minutes. Finally, Emmett broke the silence. "So…Justin, did you say there was coffee?"

Justin looked up and smiled. "Oh yeah. Let me get it."

Debbie, feeling bad that Mel and Brian's constant needling of one another had ruined Justin and Brian's first dinner party (that thought made her shake her head and chuckle), interjected, "You just stay where you are. I can get this."

Then Ted asked, "So…Justin, do you publish your stories in magazines?"

Justin shook his head. "I post them online."

"How do you make money doing that? How did you even get into this line of work?"

Justin replied hesitantly, "Well…it's complicated, but, basically, I saw an ad for a publisher looking for writers of gay smut. For the hell of it, I decided to give it a try. I mean, the advertised pay was damn good, and I'd be able to work from home. So I wrote a few chapters of a story (what later became the beginning of Innocence) and submitted them. The editor said that my writing sample was a bit different from most other submissions, you know, more serious and romantic, but he really liked it. He thought that I'd be able to widen the publisher's target audience, appealing to both heterosexual women and gay men. So he set up a Web site for me. Visitors can read the first few chapters of all of my stories for free, but, for more, they have pay a monthly fee, which varies depending upon whether they subscribe to individual stories or my entire Web site."

Ted nodded. "Ah....your site operates like most porn sites."

Justin's eyes widened. Brian glared at Ted.

Ted cleared his throat and shifted in his seat nervously. He thought it prudent to change the subject a little, so he asked, "And there's good money in it?"

Justin smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. I make a hell of a lot more than I did working for my dad and much more than a high school graduate probably should."

Brian chastised Justin, but gently. "Don't sell yourself short. Writing skill like you've got can't be taught in school. Every day, the number of people subscribing not just to your individual stories but to your entire Web site grows. And fast."

Justin blushed and looked down, but agreed, "That's true." Then he turned so that he was sitting sideways in Brian's lap and whispered huskily, "Your influence and my experiences with you have certainly had a positive impact. Somehow I feel like you've always been my muse. Of course, having you here with me in the flesh is much better than relying on dreams or fantasies…"

Brian smiled softly, even a little shyly.

Emmett piped up, "Well, you have three more subscribers now. Or you will. Right Deb…right Teddy?"

Ted and Debbie both nodded and replied, "Yes. Course."

Debbie chuckled and added, "and now that my son knows that Brian's inspiring some of the smut…he'll probably subscribe, too, though he may not admit it."

When he realized that everyone had heard him whispering to Brian, Justin blushed a brighter red than he had the entire night and buried his face in Brian's chest.

Debbie, realizing that she'd embarrassed the boy and that they'd already been there a couple of hours, said, "Well, I'm about ready to turn into a pumpkin. Why don't we all head out?"

Ted and Emmett both agreed. Mikey just headed toward the door. Justin was saved from a Debbie hug by the embarrassment she'd caused him. She normally didn't mind embarrassing people; in fact, she usually liked it, especially if they were shy. But there was something different about Justin's shyness. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Brian stood and walked them to the door, but Justin remained in the chair they'd shared, though he did smile and say goodbye. So Debbie, Emmett, and Ted complimented dinner (again) and the coffee, made Brian swear to email them the URL for Justin's Web site, and departed.

As soon as Brian shut the door, Justin stood and started clearing the table.

Brian grinned and asked, "So…what do you think?"

Justin looked up in surprise. "Huh?" He'd been lost in thought.

Brian chuckled. "About my crazy surrogate family."

Justin laughed. He replied, "Oh…they're nice. But when Brian raised an eyebrow, he added, "…well, most of them."

Then he said, "But I have so many questions now. Mel seems to envy and even despise you, so why did Lindsay ask you to be her sperm donor? And that last thing Debbie said about Mikey…is he in love with you? Is that why he hates me so much? Were you two ever together?"

Brian chuckled and came up behind Justin, who was at the sink about to start washing the dishes.

"Yes, Mikey is in love with me, and, yes that's why he hates you, but, no, we were never together. I'll leave the other question for a different time. Right now, I'd rather fuck than talk. I have a lot of tension to release and your ass was rubbing against my cock through most of dinner."

Justin flushed. He protested, "But Brian, the dishes…"

Brian spun Justin around and pulled Justin roughly against him. Justin's breathing grew ragged at the profound hunger he perceived in Brian's gaze.

He stammered, "I…I guess the dishes can wait."

Brian replied huskily, "You're damn right they can."

Then he sent his lips crashing down onto Justin's.