Justin stammered, "I…I don't understand. You bought this house?"

Brian nodded. "For us."

Justin's eyes widened, and a smile started creeping across his lips.

"I…"

Justin was having difficulty speaking. However, his eyes had a lot to say. First and foremost, they asked, "Why?"

Brian shrugged almost imperceptibly. Fortunately, inner Brian was less taciturn. He confessed,
"I need you to know that you're…the one and to tell the world that I love you."

Justin blinked, fighting back tears. He really wished…hoped that Brian felt that way.

Inner Justin inquired, a little desolately, "What am I to you?"

Brian's chest constricted. Was it possible that Justin still didn't know?

Inner Brian breathed, "You're everything. Everything to me."

Justin kicked one foot against the other and looked down, unable to keep from smiling; even if the words came from inside his head and not Brian's mouth, they still sounded beautiful to him.

Suddenly, Brian grabbed Justin, spun him so that he was facing the crowd, and slid his arms around Justin's waist. He placed several open-mouthed kisses on Justin's neck and nibbled on his earlobe. He was buying time. He wasn't sure he could do this.

Justin looked around. People were everywhere. He saw his and Brian's adopted family: Debbie, Vic, Michael, Ben, Ted, and Emmett, his mom (his mom?!), and tons and tons of men that Justin had seen many, many times at Babylon, Woody's, Pistol, Boitoi, and the Baths...some he had fucked, some Brian had fucked, some they had fucked together, some neither had yet fucked (though they'd possibly be interested if they weren't doing the monogamy thing), and others neither had ever been interested in fucking. They filled the front room, the living room down the half-staircase, and the kitchen. Justin wondered what on earth Brian had been thinking with the guest list.

Inner Justin urged Brian, "I need to hear you say it. But what I want, what I really want, is for you to tell everyone. To finally…finally choose me."

Brian frowned. He was being bullied by a voice inside his head. He was now officially insane. He closed his eyes for a moment. Unbidden, an image of an older Justin surged to the front of his mind…Justin sitting at a desk, drinking scotch, staring at a crumpled picture of Brian, looking just as crumpled. He swallowed hard and opened his eyes.

Fuck it.

He grinned, wrapped his arms more tightly around Justin, and called out, "This house is a gift from me to…"

His voice broke a little.

"…to the man I love, Justin."

He paused for a moment, but then added, much more softly, "My Sunshine."

Most of the men stared at Brian aghast. They immediately assumed he was on some terrible drug. But Debbie, Jennifer Taylor, and Emmett made "aww" faces with crinkly eyes. Ted stared at Brian with wide eyes, Ben smiled brightly, and Michael frowned, his eyes darker than pitch and his brow deeply lined.

Justin turned in Brian's arms. Brian looked down at first, suddenly, inexplicably afraid of what he would see in Justin's eyes. When he lifted his head a couple moments later, he was rewarded with the highest-wattage Sunshine smile he'd ever seen and sparkling blue eyes, dancing, laughing blue eyes.

Justin leaned into Brian, nuzzled his neck, and then breathed, "You're fucking amazing, Brian Kinney. I love you so fucking much!"

Justin brushed his lips gently against Brian's and thrust his tongue into his mouth. Brian stopped breathing for a second, and his heart actually skipped a beat. When he'd recovered, he let out a low growl, grabbed Justin by the neck, and took control, plundering Justin's mouth. Justin sighed, in relief and contentment, melted into Brian, and slid his arms slowly around his neck, moaning softly in Brian's mouth.

Jennifer Taylor turned away, though she couldn't help but smile, while everyone else (but Michael, who was still frowning darkly) hooted and hollered.