A/N- some smuttier things happen. It's all well and good. For now. Muahaha.

Brian was amazing.

No, he was more than amazing.

Justin hated being that clingy and monogamous and annoying younger guy (theoretically) but he might actually be in love with Brian, in the kind of way that he'd never admit out loud, ever.

They'd met up at the corner around 2. It was cold, the way it usually is in early fall, and Justin had come prepared with what he needed to say to Brian, but Brian had gone first.

"Were you held back a year or something?"

Justin was confused, but nodded his head. "How did you know that?"

"What year?"

"I started pre-school a year late."

"Why?"

Justin shrugged. "Lots of reasons. Family stuff."

In the 8th grade, his parents had explained the whole situation to him. They had wanted another baby, badly. The winter before Justin was supposed to have started Pre-K, she had gotten pregnant, and didn't want to have a newborn and a child starting school for the first time in the same year.

Unfortunately, she had miscarried.

It would have been a boy, named Gus.

Brian saw that Justin wasn't telling him the full truth, but stopped prying. "So you're a virgin?"

"Subtle segue," said Justin.

"I'm just… the grapevine has told me that you dated Graham whatshisface over the summer."

"Your point?"

"You didn't do the deed then?"

"This is getting way too personal."

Brian raised an eyebrow. Both of them knew it wasn't, really; if something was going to happen between them, they had to be honest with each other. As humiliating as that honesty was.

"Fine. We weren't serious. We fooled around, but never got around to the actual sex part of things."

"So you're a virgin, but not a saint?"

"I'm not saving myself for anyone."

That was something Justin had always thought, but never said aloud. Daphne had waited till she'd been dating the same guy for months, and said it was so worth it- they'd never felt more connected. And everyone seemed to think that you should wait until you're in love, that it had to mean forever. But Justin was young. He didn't want anything to mean forever. If it did, then he was destined to marry his right hand.

The first time was a nuisance, a messy ordeal to get out of the way as soon as possible. Preferably with someone who would never remember it. When Justin met his soulmate, he wanted to be good, so they could focus on things that weren't "does this go here?" or "am I doing this right?"

Not that he believed in soulmates or anything.

"No? You're not waiting for love's true kiss, or that special someone?"

Justin shook his head.

Brian was silent for a second. Then, he stepped forward and kissed Justin, slowly and intimately. Justin responded immediately, kissing harder.

One of the best things about Justin's neighborhood was that the woods were across the street. People had tons of parties there, but that night it was empty. Perfect for Justin to go into the woods with Brian and fool around, right? They ran across the street, trying not to giggle, and Justin pushed Brian up against a tree and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. His mouth was warm but firm on Justin's, and they guided each other. The softness of Brian's tongue found its way in there, and they stated like that for a bit, until Brian's hands started to wander. They found the hem of Justin's shirt and tugged up, lifting it over his head. Justin complied, too entranced by the cheesiness and perfection of the whole situation to do anything otherwise. He felt vulnerable, but Brian put his hand on Justin's chest and almost shuddered from the warmth. It was chillier- October had a tendency to do that to the weather- but Justin didn't give a rat's ass, because he was kissing a handsome man in a dark forest. He let his hands explore Brian's torso beneath his troublesome shirt for a while, before removing the garment altogether. Justin slipped a knee between Brian's legs, and brushed the bark of the tree Brian was currently plastered to. That bark must hurt, thought Justin, and was more aroused by the thought than anything else. His hands moved to Brian's hips, then his waistband, and then the button of his jeans, fumbling until it was undone, rushed and clumsy. Justin moved to Brian's stomach, kissing down until he reached his hips. He pulled out Brian's dick, slightly nervous that he was going to mess this up somehow, but much more excited that he was actually going to do this. He put his mouth on, his head bobbing back and forth as he sucked and blew to his heart's content. Brian was hard, and he was hard because of Justin, and the thought of that turned Justin on a lot. Brian grabbed his hair and directed him- not pulled, not pushed. Brian's head was upturned, his mouth open, and his lungs breathing in the cold air- no, gasping it, because he was getting closer to orgasm, Justin could tell. He kept on going, feeling the head of Brian's cock brush the back of his throat, his teeth occasionally unintentionally grazing skin. Brian tried to keep quiet, but a groan- more like a growl- escaped his lips. The noise was deep, and Justin felt his own cock twitch.

Brian was on the edge, and Justin prepared himself. His dick was actually pulsating, and Brian lasted impressively long, much longer than Justin ever had been able to. Of course, Justin had received exactly 3 and a half blowjobs in his life- the half time being once in the closet at some end-of-summer party, before someone opened the door and killed the moment. There was no one around to kill this moment. There were no lights on in any houses, and no cars coming down the street. The cops rarely checked the woods unless they heard a party. Still, there was something exhilarating about the woods, being out of the safety of a bedroom, in the cold, spooky night.

The cold thing was starting to get on his nerves a bit, but so be it.

His train of thought was cut off by the fact that Brian came. He didn't scream or moan, but there was a sharp exhale, and the familiar warm fluid filled Justin's mouth. He swallowed it easily, squeezing the last drops from Brian.

Brian was silent for a moment, contemplating almost humorously. "Not bad," he said eventually.

Justin raised an eyebrow. "Not even a genuine 'thank you?' Come on, that was better than not bad."

"You did good, kid," Brian said, and ruffled Justin's hair.

Justin sort of just gaped, while Brian laughed. "I'm only teasing. That was pretty great."

A feeling of satisfaction replaced Justin's confusion.

"So, should we do this again soon?"

"Maybe. You should go home and get some rest. Isn't it past your bedtime?"

Justin blushed. "Call me," he said.

"Maybe," replied Brian, though the smirk across his lips said maybe was probably more of a yes. "I'm not your boyfriend."

"I know, I know."

"Just checking. See you Monday, Sunshine."

Justin cringed at the nickname, but decided to retaliate with his own. "You bet, Romeo," he said, and kissed him, square on the lips, the sudden confidence surprising both of them.

Brian looked him up and down, turned on his heel, and walked towards the street. Justin looked after him for a moment, then started home.

Justin didn't sneak out much. His parents generally knew where he was and who he was with. Well, his mother did. Still, he'd never actually had the experience of closing his back door as quietly as possible in order to not wake anyone else in the house up. It was invigorating, to say the least. Justin never realized how noisy things were. The door, the keys in his pocket, the sound of his feet… he didn't relax until he had tiptoed into his room, shut the door silently, and lay down in bed, disbelieving that this was his life. That some blonde twink of a freshman could have secret rendez-vous with Brian Kinney, who was an actual sex god and perfect person. And that he was really that naturally gifted at blowjobs. Now that was an actual skill.

His heart was pounding with excitement, but the rest of his body was about to collapse from exhaustion. Justin fell asleep thinking of Brian, and that night his dream was more vivid than ever. He pictured Brian's whole body- his cock, his stomach, his smirk. His smirk was the most arousing part of it, truth be told. The sign that said "I am unimpressed," even though he was most certainly impressed. It told Justin that he was special, that he could wipe that smirk off his face in a heartbeat. It was like Justin had entered into Brian's world, been allowed to know him in the most intimate way Justin could imagine. And yeah, Brian had said it meant nothing. But meeting up past midnight to hook up? There was no way that was just a bootycall. It was Brian telling Justin something, and even though Justin had promised himself earlier that day not to let Brian get to his head, he couldn't help it. Brian thought he was special. And Justin would do everything in his power to prove him right.

In Justin's dream, he and Brian were on a date, and he was wearing a tux, and so was Brian, and there was a cute waiter that Brian didn't even look twice at. Justin was mesmerized by Brian's eyes, and Brian was mesmerized by Justin's everything. And when Justin woke up, he resolved to not be desperate or whiny or immature anymore. He would wait for Brian to call and ask him out properly, and he was confident that Brian would. How could he not?

A/N- Don't worry, I'm not a hopeless romantic, and neither is Brian Kinney. I'm just cruel.