A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed... here is your reward. I hope you enjoy. I think I'll keep with my whole 5 review thing. 5 more reviews (same or different readers) and you get another chapter. Should I make it a bit more interesting? 10 reviews, and you get 2 chapters. :)

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Chapter 2

After checking in Brian took the bags up to their room, rolling his eyes at Justin, who just had to stay downstairs to look at all the menus. Brian couldn't believe that Justin had convinced him to come to a bed and breakfast… not only that but they were about to… he didn't even want to think about it. Just go, eat, get it over with and hopefully have a happy Justin all to himself the next couple of days. That he could definitely go for, and he'll make sure he keeps Justin to his promise of any sexual favor possible. Cause Justin is so going to owe him for what's about to come… and at the moment it's not him!

Fernwood Tea Room

"We have a reservation for two for Justin Taylor."

"Right this way… sirs," their server says with some hesitation.

They pass a couple of tables with straight couples and a few tables with groups and couples of women, all of whom are throwing interesting looks at this couple of men. No one is quite sure as to what to make of this, yet… including one tall, dark and handsome half of this couple. They sit down and are handed the menu. The server even places the napkin on their laps for them and takes the napkin ring with her.

So far there are no outright angry looks, just curious looks, a few judgmental looks, and one couple looks from… well I'll be damned, Brian thinks… a guy at one table is clearly checking out Justin and the woman from the same table is checking out him. Not that he's surprised he's getting "the look," nor Justin for that matter, but he hadn't figured it would be from another guy, not at this place anyway.

This place isn't at all what Brian expected, oh sure it still looks like something from the Victorian era, but with more modern furnishings and a very toned-down, but elegant color theme. Not bad… it's not exactly somewhere he'll ever want to come back to, but, then again, there's only one reason he's here at all. And that reason is sitting across the little table looking like a kid in a candy store. He's practically bouncing in his seat, a slight smile gracing his plump raspberry lips and his bright cerulean blue eyes shining and twinkling like it's Christmas morning and he got everything he asked for. Well he might not want to admit it, but Justin looked pretty damned happy and that was an amazing look for Justin to have, so maybe it was worth it.

"Oh my god, Brian!"

See what did I say? Kid in a candy store.

"Yes?"

"They have a tea selection that has a chocolate course; I'm so going to get that. I can't believe this all looks so good."

"It all looks like a ridiculous amount of calories to me."

"Which I'll help you work off all night long, so indulge and live a little … after all, we have 2 more days of eating the scrumptious food here."

"As tempting as that sounds Sunshine, it also sounds like I should spend at least 2 solid days at the gym when we get back to civilization."

"This is civilization, high tea is as civilized and proper as you can get."

"If this is civilized, I'll take the savages."

"Like the baths?"

"Now you're talking."

"Brian…"

"Don't worry your pretty little head over that Sunshine, you know those days are long gone."

"Not to mention you bought 'the baths' which is now your office."

"But my private bathroom and office have certainly seen its fair share of action."

"And you have a cleaning service for all the come we get all over the place."

They both chuckle at that, with Justin blushing a little. He's still amazed that he can get him to blush like that, after all this time, especially given everything they've done, and everywhere they've done it.

"Have you decided what you're going to have?"

They were so caught up in thinking about all the times they had needed said cleaning service they hadn't noticed their server returning. Brian indicates that Justin should order first. It may appear gentlemanly, but Brain knows it will take longer for Justin to order.

"I'm going to have the Queen's Tea."

Brian has to hide a chuckle at that, albeit miserably because Justin throws him a warning glare.

"What kind of tea would you like with that?"

"Hmm… I think I'll have the Darjeeling."

"Excellent choice, and it will go very well with all the courses in the Queen's Tea."

Brian, again, fails to hide a chuckle and this time their waitress notices and can't tell what to make of this man, or these man for that matter. They're both very beautiful, especially the man who keeps laughing, but he doesn't seem particularly nice, even though his eyes look happy. She just can't figure out why 2 men are here.

"Would you like milk or cream with your tea?"

"Oooh. I'd like cream, please."

This time… well, Brian's really glad he isn't drinking anything yet, cause he's sure something would have come out of his nose at that… not classy at all. He gets a glare from both their waitress and his partner, again.

"For the scones we have a buttermilk cranberry or cherry almond."

"Buttermilk cranberry, and do I get a choice of spread for them?"

"Actually the scone will come with the lemon curd, red currant preserves and a vanilla bean clotted cream."

"Mmmm… that sounds delicious."

"They are, in fact all our scones are baked fresh all day, and our creams and preserves are made almost daily as well."

"What sandwiches are served or do I get to pick which ones."

"You'll get a variety of all the sandwiches being made today, and I can tell you now or when I bring them out at the time."

"When you bring them out is fine, thank you."

"No problem… would you like to add a soup or salad before the sandwich course?"

Brian's getting a kick out of this. Who knew that going for tea would be so entertaining. Then again, when his Sunshine is happy it's hard not to be affected.

"Ummm…"

"If it helps, today the chef has prepared a tomato bisque soup, and since it's Friday, we also have a clam chowder. The salad we have today is baby greens with candied walnuts, pears and cranberries with a balsamic vinaigrette."

"Hmmm… the clam chowder sounded good until you mentioned the salad."

"If you'd like, we have the option of a half portion of both."

"Oh, that sounds good… I'd like the clam chowder and the salad then, please."

"Very good sir."

She smiles politely, then, as if somewhat strained, she turns to the gorgeous and rude gentleman.

"What can I get you sir?"

Brian holds back a scowl at the sir, it was funny when she was calling Justin that, cause he still looks 17.

"Well fortunately I see you're actually serving lunch at the moment, I'll have the Asian chicken salad, easy on the dressing, a bowl of tomato bisque to start, with his salad, and to drink I'd like a Blue Moon Ale, on tap, and a bottle of water."

"Seriously Brian… we come to a tea room and you want soup, salad and a beer."

"I'll leave your sweet tooth to tackle the mound of calories you'll be eating Sunshine."

Justin smiles his big Sunshine smile… Brian was so used to calling him Sunshine he didn't even pause to say that in front of their waitress. Brian rolled his eyes before looking back at her, who is standing there more confused than ever, but trying to maintain the decorum required.

"Will there be anything else sirs?"

"Not right now, thank you."

"Very good, I'll be right back with your tea, and your beer and water, sir."

Brian just nods, he'll leave the pleasantries to Justin, as well.

"I still can't believe your only getting soup, salad, and… a beer… all these amazing teas, and they even have coffee, and you want beer."

Brian just smirks and raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, well maybe it's not that surprising, but then I'll be the only consuming all these calories."

"Which I'll still gladly help you work off… I looked at some of the things you packed… you know it still amazes me that after all this time I can still get you to blush."

"Brian… you… you looked?"

"Mmm… you're a naughty little boy, you know… I don't think we've ever used that red one."

"Brian, stop it… you're gonna make me hard," he says even quieter than he had been.

"Oh I am, am I?"

"Oh no, please Brian…"

"You know I love it when you beg… I'll admit I might have been a bit stand offish at first when you pulled up outside," he's ignoring Justin's smirk telling him it might have been a little more than stand offish. "This might turn out to be a very enjoyable weekend indeed."

"Thank you for coming with me… don't say it… I mean it, though. I really wanted us to have some time together, uninterrupted, just the 2 of us, with no reason to get out of bed or do anything other than be together."

"My sentimental little twat… but I know what you mean, calories and carbs aside, it'll be very nice having a couple of days all to ourselves. I'm still amazed you pulled this off without me knowing about it."

"Well I didn't capture Brian Kinney's heart by not being creative and sneaky."

"Mmm… you may have a point."

"And I've always known I was creative, I just think you helped me to perfect that creativity to a whole new level."

"Thanks a lot Sunshine."

"No, I didn't mean it like that… not that kind of creative and sneaky. My art would have been great with just PIFA, but having you as my inspiration and believing in me, giving me the confidence and support I needed."

"Don't mention it Sunshine… you would have made it on your own, though. I did more harm than good at times."

Justin took Brian's hand in his and squeezed gently… his face softening a little more, his eyes shining with all the love and affection and respect he held for his partner.

"You don't need to do that Brian. All the success in the world would mean nothing without someone to share it with. Fame and fortune was never my goal, I just want the freedom to create what's in my heart and mind… you not only helped me gain that freedom, but I get to share it with the man I love."

Brian wants to respond with something snarky or light-hearted, but for some reason the lump in his throat is preventing that. Fortunately their waitress chooses that moment to return. Her eyes freeze for a moment on their entwined hands, her face clearly showing her surprise, but she calmly places down their drinks, the dark-haired gentleman's soup and the blonde's scone, as well as all the toppings. Brian is pleasantly surprised that he sees no judgment, no hatred, and no anger, just a hint of surprise and what appears to be acceptance? Interesting.

"Please enjoy gentlemen."

"Thank you," Justin says slightly quietly… his eyes showing all the emotion and love for his partner, along with thanks and respect for their server who just openly accepted them as a couple. He reluctantly lets go of Brian's hand to pour the cream in his tea, as the server had already kindly poured the tea itself, and to eat his scone.

… Okay, Brian thinks, maybe this meal will be harder than he thought, and in a much more literal way than he was originally thinking. Justin is making these incredible little moans as he enjoys his scone, although part of Brian's brain (the part not focused on Justin's mouth and his other head) is trying to figure out how Justin knows the scone is that good when he's got a heaping pile of all the spreads on each little bite. Justin takes a sip of his tea, with cream (no sweetener – which has always gotten Brian, the boy sweetens his iced tea every time, but not his hot tea) and hums and licks his lips, very similarly to how he enjoys another type of cream… how many more courses are there? He's not sure he can go through many more courses like this.

"Justin!" he whispers harshly.

Justin looks up startled thinking that something was wrong.

"Could you kindly keep the noises and moans to a minimum?"

"Why, this is so good… I can't… hmm… is that so Mr. Kinney?"

"Don't you Mr. Kinney me, Mr. Taylor… I'm serious… don't even joke about that. I'm sure all the breeders would just love that type of display, and I'm sure our waitress wouldn't be too pleased if we had to leave the table for an hour."

"An hour, huh?"

"Hey, it was a long day and I haven't fucked you since this morning."

"And what a fuck it was," he says smiling softly.

"Sunshine," Brian says warningly.

"You know, I'm sure that couple 2 tables over wouldn't mind… and I bet they'd all love it, given the opportunity to watch."

"The only problem is that couple looks about ready to offer to join in, and I don't think so."

"So I guess we'll just have to sit here and enjoy our repast civilly and properly."

"Oh for fucks sake, are you gonna start talking like you're from the Victorian Era?"

Justin starts speaking with a British accent. "Well I certainly could, kind sir, and being such a lovely day for tea and crumpets."

"Justin."

"Bloody hell, this is fun, I could talk like this all day, what do you think, love?"

"I think you know what you're British accent does to me, and you can shut the hell up and save it for later," Brian smirks and switches to one of his own favorite accents, "or so help me, me laddie, I'll have to tip me own hat and use some of the ole Kinney Irish Brogue on ya, me boyo."

"Christ Brian… do you know how long it's been since you used that accent?"

"Alright, we'll call it a draw… and continue this upstairs after you finish the caloric overload you're consuming."

"You're a looney," they both chuckle again.

"I knew we shouldn't have watched that Monty Python marathon the other day."

"And whose idea was it to watch it?"

"I didn't hear any complaining, Sunshine."

Justin sticks his tongue out at Brian.

"Didn't we just discuss saving that for later?"

"You're," Justin starts to say with a chuckle, then thinks of the perfect thing to say, "fucking unbelievable."

Brian gets it. Smiles, and says "It's true, I am."