Justin arrived at Pittsburgh International on a bright sunny spring day, and after collecting his luggage he made his way out of the airport to a very familiar and welcoming sight. Brian Kinney and his beloved corvette, although don't let Brian hear that endearment. After a short but heated kiss they were on their way to the loft. The flight was short, but with restrictions and regulations being what they were a one and a half hour flight often turned into a six hour trip. He couldn't wait to get home, and yes, no matter how much he loved his independence and freedom, and although he didn't quite know when he would move back, the loft still felt like home.

A heated embrace in the lift was their standard greeting. Barely restrained rubbing as the door was unlocked and unarmed, followed by quickly locking and rearming, and the trail of clothes being torn off on their way to the bedroom was their conversation. One hard fast pounding followed by much slower lovemaking in the shower found the lovers in bed, cuddled up in each other's arms sharing slow sweet kisses. When they finally broke apart they took a moment to speak for the first time, sharing a "hey" with the other.

Words weren't needed, discussion wasn't necessary, they had been doing this for so many years that it didn't matter that they hadn't seen each other in months, they fell into their routine with ease. Morning would come soon enough, and that meant the standard trip to the diner so Debbie could fawn over her "Sunshine", and Justin could have the greasy food that he didn't enjoy as much in New York. No morning would be complete without shared blow jobs, or middle of the night fucking. They had to make up for lost time and for the rest of the day. Instead of coming back home and jumping right back in bed, this trip would be spent actually visiting friends and family before the exhibit officially opened at the end of the week.

Debbie, Ted and Emmett were the only ones to greet Brian and Justin at the diner the next morning.

"Sunshine!" Justin couldn't exactly say he'd missed the bear hug that followed the exclamation, but he couldn't fault Debbie for her style and enthusiasm.

"A little louder Deb, I think the next town didn't hear you."

"Fuck you asshole, I haven't seen Sunshine in years." She delivered grinning from ear to ear, Debbie's own way of saying I love you too to the most emotionally stunted man Justin had met. Or at least he used to be, but Debbie and Brian had their own form of communication.

"And your morning wouldn't be complete without breaking the ear drums of all your customers to see someone who hasn't changed since you saw him last."

"And you'd know all about what has and hasn't changed since you couldn't drag your fucking ass out of bed before 10am," she said laughing at her own pun, knowing exactly what her two boys were up to this morning.

"An ass that wants to sit and have coffee and breakfast since I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday."

"Not true, you had a high protein snack early this morning," Brian smirked, to which he was smacked on the back of the head by Debbie.

"Which means you both need some real fucking food… don't argue with me, you're both getting exactly what I decide to serve you… and you," she said pointing to Justin, "welcome home Sunshine."

Justin could only smile and laugh as she walked away yelling into the kitchen their order, knowing exactly what they would want, even if it had been a couple of years since he'd been here.

Justin and Brian had already joined Ted and Emmett, and if weren't for Ted's suit, Emmett's more professional attire, along with both of them wearing wedding rings, it would seem like he had gone back in time. All that was missing was Michael complaining about him sitting too close to Brian to be complete. Ted and Emmett were all too happy to fill Justin in on the things he had missed, from Ted and Blake's wedding, to Emmett and Drew's engagement, and Emmett's fabulous catering and event planning business. Ted and Brian continued talking about business in the New York office while Emmett grilled Justin about his shows and upcoming exhibit. Of course an exhibit Emmett knew all about since he was planning the opening night party.

Breakfast was delicious, the company amazing, the coffee strong, and Brian's hand on his leg moving up and down enough to tease but not enough to arouse was the most perfect morning Justin had had in a long time. He honestly couldn't wait to see everyone. He couldn't remember the last time he traveled for more than a couple of days at a time, and any previous time back in the Pitts saw Justin not leaving the loft except for the occasional, non-delivered, meal.

This trip he would be staying with Brian for the entirety of the show, which was going to last almost two months. He couldn't believe it. Suddenly it felt surreal, like something from a previous life, where Debbie would soon ask him to get his bubble butt back to work and he'd be watching Brian go off to Babylon without him. He was almost looking forward to seeing everyone else in the next couple of days, it would remind him of reality, that he actually was a well-known artist and he had his own life and car, and could go where he wanted when he wanted without depending on anyone else.

He technically didn't have a car since you didn't need one in New York, and anytime he was in the Pitts Brian drove them. However, this trip, with being here for as long as he was he would need a car to get around. He didn't mind the bus, but after being in New York for so long, he didn't want to go back to transportation that wasn't the subway and taxis. And again, Brian offered to help, although after looking up the cost of renting a car for two months, it didn't take much to accept the use of Brian's Jeep.

Justin had a lot of fond memories of that Jeep, in that Jeep, and he couldn't believe that Brian had kept it. Brian chalked it up to it being a good car, but Justin could see the underlying emotion that Brian wouldn't admit, that they shared the same exact memories of the Jeep. Brian made sure it stayed in good condition, and Justin had driven it before, but not often. He was looking forward to using it now. He thought Brian would have given it to Gus, but of course not Brian. Brian bought Gus a new car for his 16th birthday, what every growing boy needs, freedom.

Justin enjoyed a very filling breakfast where was able to appreciate that no matter how things changed so many things stayed the same. The little differences in everyone's lives made no difference in how the group got along. Ted was still Ted and Emmett was still Emmett, and they traded jokes and insults with each other and Brian like they always had, except for the occasional threat of being fired by Brian to Ted, who knew it was a joke, but always managed to shut Ted up for a while.

After breakfast everyone went on their way. Brian went into work, as there was a meeting that he couldn't reschedule, along with Ted, of course. Emmett went to meet a client of his, and Justin took the Jeep to make his first of many trips to the Bloom to help set up his exhibit. He knew that the people at the gallery would do a fine job of representing his work, but there was an order to his paintings and he probably came across as an eccentric picky artist who had to get their way. It was a stereotype he always despised and yet found himself in again and again, and understood why artists were as picky as they were portrayed. It was unfortunate side effect of having your own creative talent, your soul poured out on canvas for all to see.

Justin spent a couple of hours discussing some more details of opening night and his exhibit schedule with Sydney and Lindsay before making his way to his mom's house. She and Tucker were still happy and while Justin still found it kind of weird to see his mom affectionate with someone just slightly older than himself, he was happy that his mom seemed so happy. Not to mention he had long ago accepted how hypocritical it was of him to fault his mom for dating someone so much younger than her.

Daphne called while he was at his mom's saying she had managed to get a couple of days off, so they should definitely hang out now before she was called in again. Justin bought food for both of them from their favorite sandwich shop, which he was very glad to discover was still there and doing well. Daphne brought drinks and they met back at the loft.

The best friends hugged and went to sit in the living room to eat. Justin turned on the radio low while they were eating and visiting. Daphne's first comment after arriving was that it was weird to be back in the loft after so long.

"I keep expecting to see Brian wander out of the bedroom naked demanding what I'm doing here."

Justin laughed, that had happened a few times in the times Justin lived there.

"I know what you mean. This trip seems so surreal, I feel like I'm back to before I started, I don't even feel like a successful artist, it's like no time has passed."

"Well you know they say some of the most successful people usually don't feel successful or talented, they just create what they have to."

"Oh, I know I'm talented…"

"And so humble."

"You know what I mean," he comments while whacking her arm, he knows she's giving him a hard time, "it kind of feels like I'm still in school and this is home and there isn't New York."

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

"Oh, it's a good thing. I mean I miss living here, and being home, but I'm glad I went to New York. It may be a bit unreal at the moment, but I also know that I have the freedom to drive or fly anywhere I want right now and if I needed to leave, or buy anything, or even trick, I can do it. And stop trying to psychoanalyze me, that's just too weird."

"Sorry, I know, occupational hazard. Once the psychologist in me woke up in school it never turned off. I have to hold my tongue at family gatherings all the time, or even out with friends or coworkers. You don't think Brian would trick though, do you? I don't think I could handle a long distance relationship, personally, but…"

"Nah, I'm not worried. It was just a comment based on previous experiences. Well, you know what it was like when I first lived here. I can't exactly get rid of the memories, but I'm not worried about that happening at all. Brian and I have our way of handling our relationship. He actually admits that we have one, which is new, but I also know that when we're together in the same city, we're exclusive."

Daphne doesn't respond right away, just takes a moment to see what Justin might not be saying. His and Brian's relationship could be passionate and beautiful, but she'd seen the pain and confusion it caused her best friend over the years. She's talked to Justin many times over their years apart, but she can tell that Justin actually knows what he's talking about. Maybe they have finally figured each other out to the point that they will spend the rest of their lives together.

"You know, this may sound crazy, but you actually look happy. I mean you looked happy when you used to live with Brian, but there was always this possibility that you might lose what you had, you might lose him. This time, you really look happy, like you are where you're supposed to be."

"I am Daph, I really am, and that's part of what feels so weird. I don't remember ever being here, in the loft, in the Pitts, with Brian, and feeling so right with everything. … But enough about me, what about you, what about… what was his name? David? Robert?"

"Not even close, his name was Louis, and that was short lived at best. Friends with benefits, kind of. Although we're not really friends anymore. Not that there's any love lost between us, it was great while it lasted, but I'm glad it's over with. Would you believe he was the one who wanted more, and I didn't."

"Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out, but no I'm not surprised, you were always independent and any guy that gets involved with you should realize that you're career comes first."

"I suppose for the right guy, it wouldn't, but yeah, my career has to come first right now. Although it's a bit easier now that I've been where I am for a few years. It's not my own practice, but it's a great office to work in. I was glad that I wasn't the doctor on call this week, and I happened to be able to arrange for a few days off. Although I've still got my pager, just in case."

"You want your own practice?"

"I think I do. At least be the one calling the shots, but I would still be in a practice with other doctors, and definitely an office staff, I have no interest in dealing with all the paperwork and billing."

Just then the door opened and in walked Brian, still in his suit, even though his jacket was off, and his sleeves rolled up. He put down his briefcase and noticed his living room.

"Well doesn't this bring back some memories. Not getting into the booze and my stash are you Sunshine?"

They both laughed, remembering a time when they had indeed done that and Brian had come home to two intoxicated high teenagers. They had let Daphne pass out on the sofa while Brian took a very drunk and horny Justin into their bedroom. Fortunately Daphne slept right through all their activities, but that didn't stop her and Justin from both blushing frequently the following morning after she overheard their morning shower.

"You're stash and booze are safe with me Brian. It wouldn't do for an on-call doctor to show up stoned or drunk."

"Well congratulations Dr. Chanders, Justin told me you had graduated a while ago. Any chance friends get free scrips?"

"Not that kind of doc Brian. I'm a psychotherapist. I can't write prescriptions, but I can psychoanalyze."

"Yeah, she's good too, even if she can't turn it off."

"Maybe not, but I do have tact and don't share what I notice."

"And thank god for that."

They all laughed and shared a bit more banter before Daphne decided to leave after she noticed the subtle but heated looks the two men were sharing. She was glad to see her best friend happy, happier than she'd even seen him, and even though Brian was still Brian, at least in looks and some arrogance, but this Brian freely showed affection to Justin that looked as natural as breathing to him.

Once Daphne had left, Brian ordered Chinese food while Justin finished unpacking, since he hadn't had a chance to do that yet. He had brought enough with him to last a couple of weeks before needing to do laundry. Noticing Brian was still on the phone he didn't might wistfully smiling at the empty drawer at the bottom of Brian's dresser, and room in his closet.

After the food arrived the two men ate in the living room, feeding each other while sharing kisses. The food was soon forgotten as their kisses became more heated. They moaned into the other's mouth, pulling clothes off as the slowly raced to the bedroom. Brian got their first, pulling Justin with him, grinding against each other while standing. Justin decided to take the lead this time and pushed Brian back onto the bed. He looked surprised for just a minute before lust completely took over again. He smirked up at Justin, one eyebrow raised, waiting to see what Justin would do next. Challenging him without needing a word to be spoken.

Justin was more than happy to accept that challenge. It had been far too long since he topped, and he knew Brian would never ask, at least not in anyone's idea of conventional asking. He crawled up Brian's body, massaging with his hands as he went, pausing every so often to kiss or lick a particularly sensitive part of Brian's body. Behind his knees, on his inner thighs, around his naval, sucking his nipples one at a time, with only the barest scrape of his teeth.

Brian was being as quiet as possible, never wanting Justin to know the full effect he always had on him. When Justin took the dominating role in bed it was hot as hell, and made him appreciate all the more that a person who was so much a top prefered to bottom almost every time. Brian was so lost to the haze of lust surrounding him that he barely noticed Justin moving until he heard the telltale ripping of a condom wrapper and looked up just in time to see Justin applying lube to his fingers before opening Brian.

Justin carefully prepared and stretched Brian, going slow, appreciating how quickly Brian became a quiet moaning mess under him. He aimed for Brian's prostate a few times, leaning down to suck on Brian's cock, loving the view that Brian presented him. Brian's back was bowed, his neck was arched, barely restrained moans and panting breath made all the louder in the quiet loft.

"Justin," whispered so quietly he would have missed it if he hadn't been watching Brian's mouth. That was all the request he needed. He nodded, grasped his condom covered cock, and slowly pushed in. Both men moaning, loud enough for each to hear, at the joining.

Brian was so tight and Justin had been on the edge of orgasm for a while, he stopped once he was all the way in. They both picked that moment to open their eyes, sharing a look that spoke everything that didn't need words. Justin leaned forward as Brian leaned up and shared a searing kiss as Justin started moving.

They started moving slow, with Justin slowly sliding out and sliding back in, both men moaning at the feeling and pleasure. The longer they thrusted and kissed, the more imminent their orgasm seemed to come, until they couldn't hold back any longer. Justin sat up and sped up his thrusts, Brian meeting his hips every time. A few more thrusts, perfectly aimed to hit Brian's prostate both men came calling each other's names.

After catching their breath, and so they wouldn't stick to each other, Justin pulled out and threw the condom away. He laid next to Brian, half on the bed, half on Brian. "That was fucking hot."

Brian meant that to sound suave, and was only a bit upset that he still sounded breathless, although this was Justin, and he had come a long way in admitting what Justin actually meant to him. Not to mention that Justin was fucking hot and Brian had no problem bottoming for Justin, occasionally. Justin just smiled into Brian's chest, kissing whatever skin his lips could reach.

After a while they both got up to take a shower, Justin forcing himself not to smile at the way Brian was walking. Once their shower was complete they went to bed early, knowing they had a full day ahead of them the next day. It was Saturday and they had already made plans to spend it with Gus, since he would have come back from spending Spring Break with friends that day.