Justin's POV

"So are you going to tell me why I'm here?"

"What?" I looked up at Daphne, a little stunned. We'd just finished watching Dirty Dancing, Princess Bride, and Grosse Pointe Blank while eating the dinner Brian had made. Despite Brian's lack of experience, the meal had been delicious. Was Brian a natural at everything?

Brian had surprised me by informing me that we were going to watch Dirty Dancing; he actually owned a copy. He had chuckled, declaring, "I'm gonna laugh my ass off when the star of that OLD movie gives you a hard on. Then maybe I'll leave you to handle it on your own. See how you like them apples."

Seeing Patrick Swayze had, indeed, made me hard, and Brian grinned wickedly for the next 30 minutes teasing me about it. Eventually, Brian lost to his desire. We sent Daphne out for snacks. Then Brian and I laid on his bed, our feet on the floor, as we re-enacted Brian and Michael's memory.

"Justin, you're hard."

I played along. "Brian, what are you doing?" I asked in a shocked but excited voice.

Brian just smiled, slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out. He rubbed his own obviously erect cock through his jeans for a few minutes as he slowly fisted mine. Then he pulled his cock out and started jerking off. Watching him jerking us both off was SO hot. Soon, he quickened the pace. We came together.

When Daphne returned, she raised an eyebrow, noticing that we had different clothes on (we had cum all over our other clothes). But she didn't say a word. She just laughed and shook her head.

I smiled, thinking that Michael would be SO pissed if he knew what Brian had done.

Then we watched the other two movies. They were two of Daphne's and my favorites. Brian had fallen asleep during Grosse Pointe Blank. He did not share our infatuation with John Cusack. He kept saying that he couldn't understand how we could be crushing on a troll. I smiled, wondering if he had been jealous. Normally, he could write off my TV crushes because he knew he was way hotter than they were. But we weren't drawn to John Cusack's looks. His mannerisms and behavior were just so cute. I think it bothered Brian to know that he couldn't compete. He knew that whatever John Cusack had that attracted Daphne and I was not a quality he possessed.

Now, Brian was sleeping on the couch, and Daphne and I were sitting on the floor.

Daphne broke me out of my reverie. "Brian called me today and said that you needed me."

My whole body tensed as I asked, "Did he tell you why?"

"No."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brian said that it wasn't his place to say what was going on with you, that you'd tell me when you were ready. But he asked if I'd stay at the loft for a week or two."

Incredulously, I asked, "He did?" I was surprised. Brian was uncomfortable sharing his personal space, although he had begrudgingly informed me that he "kind of liked me living at the loft." But I was an exception.

In a firm voice, Daphne replied, "Yes. So are you going to tell me?"

I fidgeted uncomfortably. "There isn't much to tell. I remember little of what happened."

I should have known that that wouldn't stop Daphne from pursuing the subject.

"Well, what do you remember?"

I hesitated. All I wanted was to forget about what had happened and hope no more memories came back. But they'd invaded my dreams. I couldn't avoid them forever. However, telling Daphne would make what had happened real. Really real.

Brian hadn't pushed me to talk, but Daphne would. On top of that, Daphne wouldn't be able to ignore what I told her. She wouldn't be able to just know. She'd want to talk about it a lot, and knowing would color everything she said, everything she did around me. Brian was so good at pretending. With Brian, I could forget, for a little while.

Even worse, Daphne would want to castrate Ethan. She'd always despised him, so, when she heard that I had been with Ethan that evening, she'd assume that he was involved. He probably was. I couldn't remember yet. But Daphne would assume that he had been and would want to pummel him into oblivion.

Telling Daphne would be so complicated. Of course, there were benefits. I had hated acting strong all day. Part of me just wanted to crumble. But I couldn't do that in front of Brian. I didn't want Brian to see me as weak. Brian had already seen me helpless and prone. Abused. Violated. Part of me had wanted to collapse into Brian's arms when he'd found me at that crackhouse. Cry until there were no more tears. Ask him to make me feel safe again. Beautiful again. But I was so scared of losing Brian. I was desperately afraid that what happened would make Brian want me less. Or make him not want me at all. That he'd blame me and stop loving me. So I avoided talking about it. Tried not to act different. Maybe Brian knew that. Maybe that was why he'd invited Daphne to stay.

I decided. I took a deep breath and told Daphne everything I could remember. Little did I know, Brian had woken up, but didn't want to interrupt. So he continued to lie there, not making a sound.