A/N: This is the weirdest thing I've ever written…I hope it's good.

Today was Saturday, Justin's favorite day of the week. That was the day Justin got Brian all to himself. No work. No friends. No Gus. Not that Justin didn't love the boy already – he did – and he certainly didn't begrudge him time with his father – he most definitely did not – but with everything that had been happening, the assault charge, the sex tapes, and now Daphne's informing him that he had a daughter only to then ask him to sign his paternal rights away, Justin needed to retreat a little farther from the outside world, at least one day a week, and that day was Saturday. For just him and Brian.

And he and Brian had both earned it. Brian had gotten almost all of the sex tapes back (though he still refused to tell Justin how – he didn't want to risk Justin's getting in trouble later if his scheme were discovered). AND, after Justin had fucked Brian – he was still flashing back. God, that had been hot – Justin had called Daphne. He'd said everything he'd planned and in the perfect tone – he'd actually started crying at the end (and naturally). Daphne had sounded like she'd felt guilty and had quickly agreed to give him two days. Brian might end up having to go out later, but, for right now, Brian was all Justin's.

Justin felt like a kid on Christmas. He didn't want to miss a second of Saturday, so, without even trying, he'd woken up at dawn. He'd taken a long shower, put on a pair of tight charcoal pants and a fire engine red formfitting shirt he'd ordered online last week, made coffee, and sat down at the computer. He wanted to work on James and Aidan's proposal scene. Just thinking about it … gave Justin the warm and fuzzies.

He typed.

Aidan lay James down on the ground. A cold front had started to move in from the West and a warm front from the South, causing uncharacteristic rainfall for that time of year. Rain was falling, and had been all day, but now took the form of a light drizzle. Still the clothing the two men wore was already saturated. Newly falling rain rolled off them in sheets. And they were both muddy from the ground.

James was stunned. Aidan had driven him out to the lake, but had not said why. In fact, he'd said nothing the whole way there. Then he'd simply gotten out of the car and walked over to the spot where Aidan had found him masturbating quite some time ago. James hadn't been sure what was going on or what he should do, but after a moment's hesitation, he'd followed Aidan. Then, Aidan had tripped James, forcing James to fall into his arms, and lowered James to the ground.

And now … Aidan was staring at James with wide, intense eyes. He said nothing. He did nothing. He did not even appear to be breathing. Then suddenly, he started ripping clothing off. James's suit jacket, dress shirt (literally ripped, sending buttons flying), pants, underwear, shoes, socks … and then Aidan's T-shirt, jeans, sandals. James was so thrown he couldn't pick out individual actions after that. Aidan was … a blur. All he knew was that in a matter of seconds, Aidan had put a condom on, lubed up, lifted James's legs onto his shoulders, and buried his dick all the way inside James and that he was now kissing James. Deep and slow. He had his hands under James's neck, his fingers in his hair, his tongue in his mouth … and he was moaning softly.

Fucking Christ. That was the one thought James managed to summon. Then Aidan broke their kiss abruptly and was staring at James again with that same strange look. Out of the blue (from James's perspective – though Aidan had been working up the nerve ever since nabbing James from the gallery opening gala – and nabbing was the correct term – it was more like a kidnapping it happened so quickly, so unexpectedly, so roughly), Aidan whispered, "Make an honest man out of me."

James just blinked (slowly). Then he breathed, "What?"

In an even huskier voice, he repeated, "Make an honest man of me." Then more softly, now with uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes, he added, "Move to Toronto with me. Then marry me."

Justin sat back in his chair. He wasn't sure what answer James should give. Or even if he liked this scenario.

"Is James just gonna leave Aidan hanging?"

Justin gasped and wheeled around. He'd been so absorbed in writing he hadn't even heard Brian get up. He blushed. He was a little embarrassed about what he'd been writing. Brian and Justin weren't Aidan and James, but … their relationships in some ways paralleled one other. Moreover, Justin had been doing what he used to do when he lived with Ethan, giving James what he – Justin – desired so much. This plot twist stemmed, in fact, from Daphne's pointing out that Brian and Justin were not married and from Justin's realization that they would never be able to marry. Justin swallowed hard. He barely managed to choke out an "Uh …"

Brian was, of course, naked. And his dick was quite hard. Leaking hard. He held a coffee cup in his hand.

Justin's blush deepened. He couldn't believe he was asking this, that these words would ever come out of his mouth … but he asked, "Brian … could you … uh … put some clothes on?"

Brian raised an eyebrow.

"It's just that I … I'm having trouble …"

Brian smirked. "Concentrating?" He chuckled, and his eyes danced. "Is the sight of my enormous cock distracting?"

Justin unconsciously licked his lips. His blush deepened even further. He nodded. He wasn't sure he could form words.

Brian shook his head and headed back into the bedroom. When he returned, he had on a pair of black boxer briefs. "Better?"

Justin's voice came out in a croak. "Yes."

Brian pulled up a chair and sat down next to Justin. "So … about this proposal."

Justin went from pink to pale, pale white in the space of ten seconds. "Yes?"

"It's not very romantic."

"What?" Justin bit back a laugh. Brian's idea of romance was a mind-numbing blow job.

"I may not be the expert …" Brian gestured toward Justin. "But it seems a little …"

Justin laughed. "What?"

"I don't know. Caveman? Which, I must say, is HOT, but what will James tell people when they ask how Aidan popped the question?"

Justin just stared at Brian blankly. The implication was not lost on Brian. Who would James have to tell?

Brian shrugged. "Maybe at a party …"

Justin continued to stare.

"I know, I mean, he doesn't go to many … but he WAS at the gallery opening, right?"

"True."

"So what would he say? My boyfriend kidnapped me, ferried me to a remote location in the middle of the night, dragged me out in the rain, tossed me down into the mud, shoved his dick up my ass, and then said, 'Marry me.'"

Justin blushed. "Uh … well … when you put it like that, it doesn't seem that romantic. But Aidan's not a super romantic guy. Not by normal standards. His just being honest, making himself vulnerable, is romantic. AND it happens where they have sex for the first time … and in the rain … everyone LOVES rain kisses … if that's true, shouldn't they like rain sex and rain proposals even more?"

Brian hooked onto one thing Justin had said. Now his voice had an edge to it. "Aidan's not a super romantic guy, huh?"

Justin gestured helplessly.

Brian narrowed his eyes.

Justin cleared his throat. "So how would you do it?" His face grew hot as he realized the error he'd made (Brian indicated that he'd noticed by quirking an eyebrow). "I mean … how would you have AIDAN do it?"

Brian looked off to the side and said, "Hmmmm."

Justin didn't want to stare so he looked down at the floor, but he couldn't help but sneak glances. Brian's face and eyes held a weird expression. He was silent, contemplating, for two full minutes. When he finally spoke Justin was so surprised, he jumped a little.

"I … I mean, AIDAN could fly James to Paris and take him for a private viewing at the Pompidou."

Justin's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The Pompidou held Paris's most famous modern art museum and the largest in Europe. The design was … well … almost as mind blowing as one of Brian's blow jobs. Very high tech … a rectangular network of pipes and windows with a long clear tube spanning the diagonal containing stairs. Whether you were walking up the stairs or walking around on one of the floors, you could see the rest of Paris … the Eiffel Tower and everything. There was even a sculpture garden on the roof. Or so Justin had read. He'd never been outside the United States.

Brian continued, "Then, right at dusk, he could take him up to the sculpture garden on the roof, where James would find a table for two, with the finest French cuisine …"

Justin's eyes lit up. "Duck confit? Or lasagna … I read somewhere that French sauciers had done wonders with it …"

Brian bit back a smile. Leave it to Justin to care about that particular detail. He cleared his throat to get Justin's attention back. "And … a pianist. They would eat. Dance. And then when the moon rose, Aidan would bring James to the edge to look out at the Paris skyline and pop the question."

Justin shook his head in wonder. "Wow! That's … wow!" Justin narrowed his eyes. "How did you even know about the Pompidou? Most people only know about the Louvre."

Brian looked away.

"And the Pompidou is modern art. Who likes modern art? Hmmm…"

Brian cleared his throat.

Justin had expected Brian to give some sort of explanation … maybe he'd used the Pompidou in one of his ad campaigns. He had been teasing Brian, suggesting that perhaps he'd had Justin in mind for whatever he'd been thinking about (maybe a trip). But he had NOT expected to be right. He flushed from head to toe. And he lost the power of speech for a full minute. When he finally rediscovered his voice, he asked softly, "What would he say?"

Brian was at a loss. At first. But then he remembered what Justin had said … romance = honesty + vulnerability. So he decided to try. And somehow, he managed to do it all the while looking into Justin's eyes. "He … uh …he'd say … 'No one has ever looked at me the way you do. I want to believe that what you see in me is there.'" Brian cleared his throat and dropped his eyes. When he finally looked back at Justin, his eyes were a little shiny. "'You make me want to be better. Different. You make everything seem possible. I don't want to be without you. Tell me I won't ever have to.' Then he'd turn James's hand until it was palm side up and set a ring there. And look up at him, waiting for an answer."

Two seconds later, Justin was in Brian's lap, his arms thrown around Brian's neck, his face nuzzled in Brian's neck. He held Brian so tight that Brian had a little difficulty breathing. He didn't say anything. He just slid his arms around Justin's waist and held him back.

Justin pulled back suddenly, though he remained in Brian's lap. "You know … Paris, the Pompidou, French cuisine, music, slow dancing, the moon … all that is wonderful, but …"

Brian was unexpectedly insecure. And feeling a little defensive. But he managed to hide it when he asked, "What?"

"Aidan and James are special, right? An unlikely pairing that NO ONE would expect to work."

Brian nodded. "Yeah."

"So shouldn't they have a proposal that's as unique as they are? Something no one else would do?" Justin laughed nervously. "I mean, mine is definitely too caveman. Yours …"

Brian widened his eyes and prodded, "Is …?"

"Too …" Justin covered his face with his hands and said (through them), "Normal."

Brian laughed. "No one has ever called anything I've ever done normal before …"

Justin spread two fingers apart and peeked out.

Brian sighed and grabbed and pulled Justin's hands off his face. "Don't be a twat. What do you suggest?"

Justin shrugged. "Maybe we can meet halfway."

"Alright. Let's do a little role play." He pushed Justin off his lap and took him by the wrist. Then he pulled him to the couch. Okay, first things first, where are we?"

"Somewhere isolated. At night. Otherwise, James would feel too exposed."

Brian nodded. "A rail yard?"

"A rail yard?"

Brian shrugged. "Trains are cool."

Justin laughed.

"Maybe we could find one with an attached abandoned warehouse."

"Abandoned warehouse?"

"You wanted unique."

"I did. I do."

"So what would happen there?"

Brian shrugged. "Let's role play it and find out."

Justin giggled. "Okay."

Brian stood and went into the bedroom. He returned with a black silk tie. "Is it okay if I blindfold you?"

Justin shivered nervously. "Sure." His voice shook.

"You positive?"

Justin said, more firmly, "I trust you, Brian."

Brian laughed. "Aidan. I'm Aidan."

"Oh right." Justin smiled.

Brian slid the tie over Justin's eyes and tied it behind his head. He was a little relieved. This would be easier if Justin couldn't look at him. He pushed the coffee table to the other side of the room, took Justin's hand in his, and stood. "We're in the warehouse. Describe it for me."

Justin laughed nervously.

A/N: [Everything Justin narrates and says as James is in italics….everything Brian narrates and says as Aidan is in bold—Brian and Justin are in regular type]

Okay. I hear a train in the distance. The low horn sounds twice. They seem to echo. Then I hear the soft rumble of the train itself. And the growl of thunder. The drumming of rain on the roof. It echoes through the empty space of the warehouse. I hear a few single drops here and there. Must be small holes in the roof.

Brian stepped out of character then, asking, amusement bubbling up through his voice, "What is it with the rain?"

Justin laughed. "I like rain."

Brian smiled.

So it's dark except where the moonlight streams in. Everywhere else is veiled in shadows.

"Why are we here, Aidan?"

I drawl playfully, "You'll see."

I pull James to the center of the warehouse and then release James's hand. "Wait here for a minute." I disappear into the shadows. There is the sound of metal striking metal, hard and fast. A switch being flipped. Then suddenly, there are lights. A disco ball is hanging from the ceiling and multicolored lights spin around the empty space, like a hundred brightly colored balls endlessly bouncing, rolling, and ricocheting.

Justin stepped out of character for a moment. "That's a beautiful simile, Brian."

Brian didn't say anything. But he smiled softly (not that Justin could see it). Then he walked over to Justin's laptop, queued up a couple of songs (on YouTube), plugged in the external speakers, and hit play… and continued to narrate.

Music starts to play.

I return to James, take James's hands in mine and place them on my shoulder, and then slide my arms around James's waist. I whisper, "We're at my prom. The music might suck. So be prepared." I start us swaying. I don't really excel at dancing, so that's the best I can manage. I pull James tight against me and lean my forehead against his.

"What is this song, Aidan?"

"Pet Shop Boys. Always on My Mind. It's my anthem."

I start to sing softly in James's ear then, "Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should, maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could. Little things I should've said and done, I never took the time, You were always on my mind … Maybe I didn't hold you all those lonely, lonely times, And I guess I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine." I slide my hands up James's back, pulling him closer against me, and whisper, "You are mine, aren't you?"

I laugh and nuzzle Aidan's neck. I whisper, "I am yours, Aidan. And you, you WERE kind of a jerk. Sometimes you still are. But you're MY jerk."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I run my fingers through James's hair and kiss his neck. Then I say, "This next one is the Thompson Twins Lay Your Hands on Me."

"Can I take off the blindfold? I want to see you."

"Not yet. Soon."

Again I sing softly into James's ear, "This old life seemed much too long, with little point in going on. I couldn't think of what to say, words just vanished in the haze. I was feeling cold and tired, sad and uninspired. But when it almost seemed too much, I see your face and sense the grace and feel the magic in your touch. Lay your hands, lay your hands on me …"

I feel a heaviness in my chest but also, oddly, warm all over. I trace my fingers all over Aidan's neck and then thread my fingers into his hair. God I want him so much in this moment. Maybe more than ever before.

I continue to sing, "Now you made me feel so good, like I never ever thought I would. You know you make me feel so strong, and now our laughter just goes on and on. So c'mon lay your hands on me cause close to you is where I really wanna be."

Brian removed the blindfold then.

I blink away tears and then stand up on my tiptoes, leaning toward Aidan and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. That quickly turns into a groping makeout fest.

"A groping makeout fest?"

Justin's skin was suddenly tinged pink. "Well, I can't exactly narrate WHILE we're kissing … and every single kiss of ours, of theirs, turns into that, doesn't it?"

Brian shrugged. "Well, yeah."

"So lay it on me, tough guy." Justin actually winked then.

A soft growl was the last thing he was conscious of before Brian was all hands and hardness and lips and tongue …

I break away suddenly. Not that I want to … but a few seconds more, and I'll lose my nerve.

I sense what Aidan's about to ask, and I decide I want to beat him to the punch. I look into his eyes and say, "Aidan, you gave me hope when I had none. You were beautiful at a time when everything was washed out and ugly. You ARE beautiful. You gave me a reason. No, you ARE the reason, for everything." I'm so nervous now my voice shakes, and I tremble, so I bury my face in Aidan's neck and then I whisper into his ear. "I want to marry you."

I move sideways and back until I'm right in front of James, looking into his eyes. He's flushed. He looks scared. I laugh. "Are you trying to make an honest man of me?" James shrugs and laughs softly, but he still looks scared. I lilt, "Well, then, have at it." Then I send my lips crashing down onto his.