Justin was lying on top of the man, kissing him passionately as the man squeezed his ass, grinding against him. Suddenly, the phone rang. The man groaned and sat up, pulling Justin with him, rearranging him until he was straddling the man. He sighed and then picked up the phone.

The man growled, "This better be good!"

Justin couldn't help but smile. He liked the fact that the man was so reticent to end their heavy petting.

"It's Daphne!"

She was breathless.

Brian asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Daphne took a second to catch her breath and replied, "Justin's mom is on her way. Justin was supposed to be with me, and, when she discovered he wasn't, she went on a rampage. She assumed he'd managed to find you."

Brian closed his eyes and muttered, "Fuck." Then he ran his hand over his face.

He inquired, "Where are you?"

"Downstairs."

Brian sighed. "Okay. Well, you might as well go all the way."

Daphne asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Brian chuckled. Not exactly quick on the uptake sometimes, but, still, she was a great friend to Justin.

"Oh wait, is he right there?"

"You got it."

"So…I should come up?"

"Yeah. We'll work it out."

"Okay."

Brian set the phone down and looked at Justin. He was staring at him quizzically.

He asked, concern and confusion evident in his voice, "Is something wrong?"

Brian sighed. "Not really. That was Cynthia, my assistant. She just called to remind me about something for work tomorrow."

Justin breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew. I thought you might need to rush off somewhere."

Brian smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "No, not me."

Suddenly, someone started pounding on the door. Justin looked over his shoulder nervously.

He said, "It's kind of late for visitors. Are you expecting someone?"

Brian shook his head slowly and slid Justin off his lap. He walked over to the door quickly and slid it open. He feigned surprise and turned to look at Justin.

He informed him, "It's your friend."

Justin was shocked and confused. How had she found him? He jumped up and threw on his jeans. Then, he walked over to the door and asked, "Daphne, what are you doing here? How did you even know where I was?"

Daphne looked scared. She wasn't good at lying, which was why they were in this situation in the first place.

Brian shook his head and suggested, "I imagine that she followed us from Liberty. I can't really blame her. I could have been a wacko."

Brian stared at Daphne, imploring her with his eyes to confirm what he had just said.

She smiled uncomfortably. "Oh yeah. I was worried, so I followed you. Then I went home for a while, but your mom called and my mom answered. She told her you weren't there before I could get to the phone. So we have to go back now. She's flipping out!"

Justin ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck!" This was so humiliating.

He blushed as he explained, "I was recently in an accident. I was hurt really bad. I even needed surgery, so my mom's been a little overprotective lately."

Brian nodded. "Sounds like she cares about you. Can't blame her for that."

Justin relaxed. "Yeah…I know, but, still, she's driving me crazy."

"Well, you'd better finish dressing."

Justin sighed. "Yeah."

Brian looked back at Daphne. "Daphne, was it?"

Daphne smiled brightly. "Yes."

"Why don't you wait in the car? I'll send him down in a minute."

She giggled and turned to leave.

Brian sighed. He wished they'd had more time. He knew it was probably paranoia, but he couldn't help thinking that if he let Justin go now, he'd never see him again. He walked over to his desk, picked up a card, wrote something on the back, and, then, headed over to Justin.

Justin was ready to go. The man walked over to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him slowly toward the door. As he let go of Justin's hand, he slipped the card into it.

Smiling brightly, Justin asked, "What's this?"

The man drawled, "Well, Kitten, you do want to see the man of your dreams again, don't you?"

Justin nodded furiously.

"That's my business card. I put the address here on the back. Why don't you come over tomorrow evening? Or, I guess, it would be this evening since it's after midnight."

Justin asked excitedly, "Really?"

The man leaned in, kissed his lips gently, and purred, "We aren't done. Not even close."

Justin kissed the man passionately, pulled away slowly, and sighed softly.

He whispered, "Later."

"Later, Kitten."

Justin turned and left, hugging the card to his chest. Then, he looked at it and read aloud, though softly, "Brian, Brian Kinney."

Brian watched the boy until he passed the first landing on the stairs. Then, he went back inside to wait for Mrs. Taylor.