A/N: This is a continuation of my "Basis for Comparison" gapfiller, By numerous requests I decided to write this from a Justin POV. Please keep in mind this is quite the departure for me. All my fics are generally told from Brian's POV - exclusively. So, this is a bit of an adventure for me. Lol. I do hope you enjoy it.

Okay...Many may have read this already. By many requests both on this site & the other that I post on I am continuing this story. As I am already in a 2 story rotation between the two sites I am not sure how frequent this will update - since I decided to continue this I have moved this to be listed under one story.

Chapter Two

Justin cursed inwardly at himself at how nervous he felt with Brian.

Alone in the loft with who was still and always would be God to him.

He forced his hand to remain steady as he fastened the bracelet upon Brian's wrist.

Glancing up at Brian while in the process - not the wisest of decisions.

Brian had that hungry look that Justin recognized so very well.

How could he not? He had perfected the process of engaging that look so very often when Brian was "trying" to concentrate on work.

Of course, it had never taken much to get the other lusty for the other.

Often Justin would merely give Brian the trademark "Sunshine smile" or a saucy wiggle of his ass - and Brian would be on him not only instantly, but urgently as well.

As he finished fastening the bracelet Justin couldn't miss how Brian's eyes were virtually devouring him. He found himself sinking into their heated depths - feeling himself being pulled helplessly back into that vortex.

A malestorm of feelings that could be defined as simply as - Brian Kinney.

When Brian softly whispered his question to Justin it was all he could do not to lean forward and initiate a kiss. "Shouldn't you be getting home to your boyfriend?"

Justin felt himself drowning in Brian's hot gaze. Brian was pushing for answers to an unspoken question even if both of them knew that answer.

"Yeah." he answered while knowing he was exactly where he wanted to be...but could not be.

Justin knew his general body language and delayed answer would serve as a radar to Brian. He just knew Justin too well - now, then, and always.

If Brian touched him now he knew he would be lost. What tormented him the most was that he didn't care.

He knew once he saw Ethan again everything would be righted. The normalcy and commitment they shared would reel him back in - far opposed to what Brian had always offered him.

Yet at this moment when he was ensnared in the primal gaze of Brian at his best - he was immobile with the incessant desire to press himself up against his perfect body - and just let Brian take him.

Take him as he knew only Brian could.

Justin lowered his eyes long enough to pull himself back under control. He gave a half smile before moving away from Brian and towards the elevator that would lead him back to his safe little world.

Maybe not a world that contained the gratification he could find here with Brian, but a safe one that held no surprises - that never led to shattered dreams and broken hearts.

He was surprised Brian had just let him walk away. The lust and need had been all too visible in Brian - one that had been echoed within him.

Brian was one to do what made him feel good. Uncaring of how his actions would hurt Justin's boyfriend. That he had not pursued it made Justin wonder if he had been mistaken. Maybe he was not so skilled in reading Brian any longer.

Then Justin realized how wrong and naive he had been - once again. How many times had he learnt not to underestimate this dynamo? Brian Kinney never missed an opportunity to get his message across and this instant appeared to be no different.

As Justin felt Brian's steady approach he made the effort to slide into the caged doors and away from the sexy beast that gave every indication of seeking to mark his prey.

Justin moaned when Brian roughly yanked his body against his hard frame. How he had missed such encounters. Ethan was never physically dominant with him. It was all very vanilla now that he thought about it - as vanilla as it could be for two gay men. Nobody could make a man feel wanted like Brian did - when he was in his full pursuit mode. Now was no different.

He tried to force the face of Ethan in his mind to dispel the power Brian still held over him - would always hold over him if he was to be brutally honest with himself.

Brian was licking down the side of Justin's neck - his tongue making his skin exquisitely burn. The things that Brian could do with a look could not be measured, but when he engaged his tongue in the action - Brian was incomparable and unstoppable.

Justin tried to be loyal to his boyfriend with a half-hearted protest. "Stop...Brian. You have to stop this. W-we have to stop it."

Brian raised his head from the delicious torture he was inflicting on Justin's neck to look at him...possessing him with his hot, hungry eyes. Justin knew in that moment Brian was not going to let him go - not quite yet.

Brian was not only making a point, but a declaration as well.

In the next moment Brian smashed his lips against Justin's in a clear statement of intent. His tongue immediately demanded entrance and was instantly granted that access. When Justin reached up to clasp his arms around Brian he heard a light chuckle coming from within Brian.

Justin didn't care about the power he was once again giving Brian over him again. All he could focus on right now was the feel of being in his arms again - the exquisite sensation of being devoured by one that not only wants you - but displays all signs of totally craving you.

It was arousing beyond anything and it was irrisistible. If Brian had not finally pushed him away Justin knew he would have willingly let himself be pulled into the loft - or fucked in the hallway if that had been Brian's wish.

Brian pulled back with his eyes boring into Justin's as he growled in his most predatory tone, "Now, go home to your boyfriend. Back to your unsatisfactory bed - remember this when he tries to touch you - remember what it feels like when I take you."

Justin nearly gasped as he virtually fell back into the elevator...impatiently jabbing at the button until he spiraled downwards. He pressed a trembling hand to his brow knowing he was still totally fucked by the incomparable Brian Kinney. As he had always been. Now with the realization he always would be.

As he stepped out onto the street he looked upwards and could see Brian standing in the window - blatantly looking down at him. Yes, he was without a doubt - invaribly fucked.

Glaring at that window...and that delicious form that stood framed by it Justin determined that Brian had effectively ruined his evening. Then he smirked at the unbelievable ingenuity of Brian Kinney thinking that was most likely his plan all along.

Justin knew he couldn't go home tonight - not only did he not want to face Ethan tonight he also realized he didn't want his boyfriend to touch him. Not now. Not fresh after being in Brian's arms again - no matter how brief the encounter. He made the only decision he could make - for now.

Pulling out his cell he dialed Daphne. Thankfully she picked up instantly.

"Hey, Daph. You mind some company tonight?" he asked trying to mask the confusion and torment from his tone knowing she would interrogate him later. Nobody knew him better than Daphne. And a long talk with her might not be such a bad thing at all. Maybe she could get him back in perspective - as she so often did - and his focus back on the life he had now - not on the chaos that being the partner of Brian Kinney entailed.

Ending the call he phoned Ethan to let him know he would be staying with Daphne tonight because his friend needed him. So it began - lies to his boyfriend. If he was honest with himself he would admit this was not the first lie - his first one the biggest one. The lie that he retold each and every day he was with Ethan. The one that its revelation could end their relationship.

He was still impossibly in love with Brian Kinney.

Without question he was irrevocably fucked - now and forever.