Brian had told Justin to go back to the loft and wait for the bed to be delivered, stating that he had something to do. Justin had not wanted Brian to go. He'd asked with a sultry voice and a seductive smile, "Don't you want to break it in?"

Brian hadn't even answered. He'd simply said, "Later" and left. He needed to fuck away his sudden bout of domesticity.

Now he was in the backroom of Babylon, leaning against the wall as a muscled brunet sucked his cock.

Inner Justin, as Brian had come to call the new inner voice, stated despondently, "You so often choose tall, built brunets with great tans. That seems to be your ideal. Why are you even attracted to me? I'm nothing like your tricks. Is that why you trick so frequently? To make up for what I lack? What does he have that's so great?"

Brian retorted, "A mouth. That's all he needs."

The tricked looked up at Brian strangely.

Brian snapped, "I wasn't talking to you. Just keep sucking."

The trick did just that.

Inner Justin snarked, "He may have a mouth, but not much of one. I may just be a brain damaged kid, a naïve twink, an artist who can no longer draw, but at least I can fit your entire cock in my mouth."

Brian yelled, "Enough already!"

The trick stopped sucking Brian's cock and looked up in surprise.

Brian snapped in annoyance, "Yeah, you, too! Maybe attempting to please men my size is a little ambitious. You should stick to cocks you can swallow!"

Brian pushed the trick away and left. When he wondered whether Justin really saw himself the way inner Justin did, he became even angrier. Surely Justin knew that Brian didn't trick because he was in any way deficient. Right? Suddenly, Brian had an overwhelming urge to see the twat, though he told himself it was only because he gave much, much better head than any trick could.

When he arrived home, he looked around the loft. The lights were on but Justin was nowhere to be seen. Brian walked through the bedroom, noted with satisfaction that the new bed had arrived and had been assembled, and then peeked into the bathroom.

Justin was sitting on the bathroom floor naked. He looked dazed.

Brian approached Justin and crouched down. "Sunshine? What's wrong?"

Justin looked up in surprise. "Oh hi, Brian," he replied brightly.

Brian observed Justin suspiciously. Something was definitely wrong despite his seemingly cheery mood.

Justin said, "I need to take a shower."

Brian stood up and moved to let him pass, but then grabbed his shoulder when he saw two huge bruises on his back.

Brian exclaimed, "What the fuck happened to you?"

Justin looked over his shoulder, saw the bruises in the mirror (for the first time), and sighed. He turned to face Brian and responded in as light a tone as he could manage, "I was going to fuck one of the movers, but then I changed my mind. He was a little pissed, so he pushed me a couple of times."

In Brian's head, he heard inner Justin whisper, "I was so angry that you left to fuck someone else that I was going to let one of the movers fuck me. But as soon as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, I realized that I couldn't do it. I turned around and pushed him away."

Brian asked softly, "Did he…did he…?"

Justin was confused. "Did he what?"

Brian just stared at Justin. Suddenly, Justin realized what Brian was asking. He replied angrily, "No, he didn't rape me! Why would he? I was going to fuck him. Not the other way around."

Brian quirked an eyebrow.

Justin sighed. Brian could always see right through him. "Fine. I was going to let him fuck me."

Brian asked evenly, "Why did you change your mind?"

Justin didn't answer. Instead, he walked into the bedroom and started dressing. However, inner Justin said, "Because I've never let anyone fuck me but you."

Brian's eyes widened in shock. He'd just assumed that Justin had let the fiddler fuck him.

Brian followed Justin and asked, "You never let the fiddler fuck you?"

Astonished, Justin looked up. His face was drained of all color, and he seemed almost afraid. Without thinking, he replied, "How did you know?" The second the question left his lips, he inwardly kicked himself.

Brian's eyes widened. "It's true?"

Justin didn't answer. He just looked down at the floor.

Brian asked softly, "Have you ever let anyone other than me fuck you?"

Justin sighed and met Brian's eyes. In a whisper, he replied, "No."

This admission rendered Brian paralyzed and speechless. He just stood there staring at Justin.