A/N: The title is a slight rewording of a Homer Simpson quote (Homer was talking about pancakes...)

Justin asked a little shyly, "So…do you want to see my new place?"

Brian grinned and then looked at Justin like a man stranded in the desert looks at water. "Sure. But it better not be far. It's been too long since I've heard my Kitten purr in person."

Justin blushed and stammered, "It isn't far…"

As the minutes passed, Brian grew increasingly uncomfortable. They were nearing the seedier end of Liberty Avenue. He was pretty sure he would hate Justin's new digs.

Finally, they arrived. Justin turned his attention to unlocking the door. When Brian saw him fumble with the keys, he chuckled. He was pleased that he still had such a profound effect on the boy. But then he looked down at the stoop. He frowned when he saw that parts of it were crumbling. Brian was grateful that the building owner had at least enough sense to keep the downstairs door locked, but he sighed as he took in the panoramic view from the front steps (facing the street). His eyes in turn fell on a liquor store, many empty storefronts, a homeless shelter, and a free clinic. He turned back and looked up. He sighed again. Not the prettiest looking, either. Not even the prettiest on this block. A filthy 5-story brown brick building. When Justin finally opened the door, he took Brian's hand and pulled him inside. Justin was blissfully ignorant of Brian's grim assessment. He smiled brightly as he pulled Brian to the stairwell.

Brian scoffed, "No elevator?"

Justin shrugged. "No. But I don't mind taking the stairs."

The stairs were similar to those one finds in school buildings, only very, very filthy and a little smelly.

Five flights of stairs later, they reached Justin's floor. Brian noted disdainfully that the hallway's thin green carpets had huge holes and stains here and there. When they eventually arrived inside Justin's apartment, Brian took one look, observing the ceiling's many brown patches, presumably from leaks, the barred windows, the peeling floral wallpaper, and the kitchenette with its warped plastic tile floor and stained counters (he didn't even want to see the bathroom), and decided that this was not happening.

Brian plastered a fake smile on his face and clapped his hands together.

"Ok. I've seen enough. Get your things. You can stay with me at the loft."

Justin's eyes widened. "What? No."

Brian just stared at Justin. Defensively, he snapped, "You seriously want to live in this dump?"

"Dump is a little harsh, don't you think?"

"Hell no."

Justin couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Brian's face. He'd never seen grumpier, frownier face in all his life.

Then he looked at Brian with a serious expression. He stated softly, "Look, I know it's not the Ritz, but it's what I can afford. Dump or no, it's mine. I don't want to stay with my parents, and I don't want to stay with you."

Brian just stared at Justin. He'd basically just asked Justin to live with him, and Justin had turned him down. To live in a crappy building in a bad part of town.

Brian repeated incredulously, "You don't want to stay with me."

Justin smiled. If he didn't know better, he'd say that Brian was hurt by his refusal. "Do you hear what you're asking me? Whether I want to stay with you. I don't want to stay with anyone. I want to live somewhere. Somewhere I have chosen. Somewhere I pay rent."

Brian finally understood. Without even thinking, he retorted, "Well, if you think I'm going to live in a fucking tenement, you're sadly mistaken."

Justin's eyes widened. He asked carefully, "Are you saying that you'd be willing to move out of the loft?"

Brian shrugged. "Well, I could sublet it for a while…"

Justin flashed Brian a million-watt smile and then jumped into his arms.

Brian asked softly, "So does that mean you want to live with me?"

Justin laughed and cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" in between the open-mouthed kisses he was placing on Brian's neck.

Brian couldn't help but smile. Only then did he wonder what the hell he'd gotten himself into. However, that concern was soon replaced by another, an even more urgent one, as Justin started sucking on Brian's neck at the pulse point and grinding his growing erection against Brian's.

Brian pulled back and asked huskily, "So...now that that is settled, can we go back to the loft and fuck?"

Justin's face was flushed and his breathing ragged. He didn't, couldn't, even answer. He just nodded and went to fetch what few belongings he had.