Justin's POV

I woke up and looked around. Gone again. I sighed heavily and slowly felt the bed beside me. Where Brian had slept as he held me. What was this? A note?

Sunshine—

Come to Babylon at 11PM. I left you something to wear. In the living room.

You won't regret it.

Brian

I nearly broke my head open jumping out of the bed and leaping the stairs to see what he'd left for me. I smiled, looking like a naughty Risky Business, sliding across the floor naked, my morning hard-on bouncing. It was a tuxedo with a bright red silk scarf and a red rose on the lapel. On it, Brian had pinned another note.

Let's exorcise some demons—B

I was half-afraid, half-excited, goosebumps covering my body. Had he seen my sketches? Or the video tape? …Both my sketchpad and the prom tape were gone.

Many intolerably long hours later, Daphne arrived to fetch me. Apparently this was a Brian-Daphne production. I'm not sure whether her involvement made me feel less nervous or more. Daphne was wearing the same dress she had worn to the prom.

Wide smile. Excitement dancing in my best friend's eyes, she asked, "You ready?"

Smiling brightly, but slightly flushed, I answered slowly, "I wish I knew."

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Walking into Babylon, I barely recognized it. Tables and chairs covered much of the main dance floor, twinkly white lights were draped over tall green plants and along the walls, balloons floated and bounced all along the floor, and a balloon arch had even been placed in the back of the room, near the center. Music you'd never expect to hear in Babylon was playing, and all present were dressed in tuxedos and formal gowns. Everyone was there…in addition to many Babylon regulars, I saw Vic, Debbie, my mom, Michael, Ben, Emmett, Ted, Lindsay, and Mel.

Daphne took me to the dance floor, and, after a few minutes of plaintive cries only Daphne could make, we started dancing. That seemed to be a cue because most of the regulars and the gang started dancing, too. The lights flashed on and off once, and, suddenly, the prom video was being projected onto two of the walls. Looking up, I noticed something I had missed before. The catwalk was covered in stills from the tape. Stills of all the sketches I had made. Oh. God. My eyes started filling with happy, astonished tears, but, then, Brian walked in. Daphne nudged me and pointed, just as she had on the tape. Brian looked so beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. He, too, wore a red rose and a tuxedo. When his eyes met mine, he smiled shyly and bowed his head slightly, his hazel eyes dancing, twinkling…green and brown flecks glinting in the soft white glow enveloping the room. My heart stopped…my breathing stopped…even time seemed to stop. I stood there, much as I seemed to do the first time, nervous, touched, mouth half-open in surprise.

Brian seemed to glide, no float, across the dance floor. I was so transfixed, mesmerized, that I jumped a little when he reached my side.

He stood in front of me looking deep into my eyes. Fingering my lapel, he looked over at Daphne. Throwing an arm around her and kissing her cheek, he said, "Daphne, you look HOT. I'd fuck you."

Blush. "Thanks Brian. You, too."

"Can I borrow your date?" Nervous, God, he was nervous, Brian licked his lips, a question in his eyes. He waited a long, deliciously painful moment and then pulled me onto the dance floor.

Leaning into me, he whispered, "Why don't you start this one?" He looked at me, nodding toward my scarf.

"Save the Last Dance For Me" started to play. Nervous, touched, happy, relieved, sorry, and excited, longing to feel Brian against me, inside me, every inch of my body craving his touch, his kiss, I placed the red silk scarf around his neck gently and started moving to the music, drawing him with me.

We waltzed. Slow and serious at first, but then faster and more lightheartedly. We laughed and smiled. Brian kept spinning me. We never once broke eye contact, and we even grinded against each other at one point. Touching noses and foreheads, we danced.

Then Brian leaned in and breathed against my neck, his voice husky, "You can't skip the best part, Sunshine. The part where you drive me insane with desire for you. Slowly stripping off my jacket…teasing me."

I think my heart actually stopped.

As bidden, I removed Brian's jacket. Slowly. I stood very close to him, so close that I thought I could hear his heart beating. Gazing at him with undisguised want, I flushed. I walked past Brian peeling his jacket off, almost kissing him, feeling the electricity such close proximity always brought ripple through my body. God, his eyes. I saw there a want so deep that it seemed he wished to possess me…it scared me even as it thrilled me.

Emmett, who had been trying to subdue his excitement with a hand to his mouth, finally burst out, "You go, baby!" I blushed.

I tossed Brian's jacket at Daphne, and, then, Brian placed the scarf around my neck, leading me with it for a few moments. More spinning.

Brian dipped me, and I let my head fall downward, until I was nearly upside down. Then he held me in his arms (my feet off the ground) and spun. The spin eventually became a kiss. I am not sure I could even describe it. It was slow and tentative at first, but Brian quickly deepened it, almost devouring me, every part of him touching part of me. OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. Was the kiss this incredible the first time? Despite my mother's presence, Debbie's presence, it took everything in me to keep from dropping to my knees and sucking him off or pushing him to the dance floor, straddling him, and impaling myself on his cock.

Emmett, unable to control himself, exclaimed, "Ooo…that was one HOT kiss!"

I turned red and smiled so brightly that I think I blinded a few people.

The music suddenly stopped. Brian held my hand, his fingers threaded through mine as he pulled me to the center of the dance floor. He looked over at Michael, and Michael nodded, walking toward us carrying something. Brian smiled shyly and took it from him. A letterman's jacket. What the hell? He draped it around my shoulders and asked loudly enough for all to hear, "Wanna go steady?"

The laugh died on my lips when I looked into his eyes. He was fucking serious. Oh. My. God. I couldn't speak. Gazing into his eyes like a lovestruck teenager, which I guess I was, I just nodded. Daphne and Emmett were losing it. Happy noises rolled out of them alternately as though they were competing for the best excited giggle award.

Michael smiled wide and said, "Tell him what it's for." Then he started giggling, too.

"Brian?" I asked.

Brian looked down, trying to hide his grin. "Running, track."

Everyone of the gang burst out laughing then.

Brian stood behind me, draping one arm over my chest and the other around my waist. He said loud enough for all to hear, "I don't do monogamy, but, apparently, I do boyfriends. Well, boyfriend."

The room gasped. Did he say boyfriend?

He nibbled on my ear for a moment, and, then, he swung me around to face him. He continued, "Fuck anyone you want, once, but no kissing, no numbers, no names. And always save the last dance for me." He grabbed my ass, pulling me to him roughly and grinding against me as he said the word dance.

"I want to come home to you every night" and then a shade lower "Sunshine…and fuck your brains out."

There were hoots and hollers, Debbie's being the loudest, and one very red face (my mom).

I smiled and leaned into him touching my forehead to his. Then I probably did the stupidest thing I could do…but there was no way I could stop myself. I whispered, my voice breaking a little, "Brian, I meant what I said. I love and want only you. Outside of date night, I don't see myself tricking."

I needed Brian to know he was special, that he was the one. It may not have been enough, I don't know, but I hoped it would destroy Ethan's specter, which had been haunting Brian's eyes since I saw Ethan and Brian at the restaurant together.

Brian's eyes glistened, and he pulled me into his warm embrace, nuzzling my neck and breathing, "Mine."

Brian's POV

Oh yeah, Justin was mine. Finally. Try as I might, I couldn't get that ridiculous grin off my face. I knew then that I was doomed.