A/N: Well, it's about a week later... so here's another chapter. Hmmm... I know how you guys work and what you want... after all, I'm a fanfic reader as much as I am a writer, so I know how my mind works. So I'll give you two chapters right now... cause this chapter is great, but I know it's the next chapter you want. :)

"Here's our sandwiches for today. This is cucumber with dill cream cheese on sourdough, this one's egg salad on potato bread, curried chicken salad on a croissant, roast turkey with a fig and cranberry spread on whole grain and finally black forest ham with herb cream cheese on squaw bread."

"Thank you… these look delicious."

"And here's your tomato bisque, sir. Would you like another beer or something else to drink?"

"Do you have any locally brewed beer?"

"Yes we do, from a couple of local microbreweries. We have light and dark beers along with a couple of lagers. While we may not serve beer with afternoon tea that often, we have a couple of beers that are frequently requested during dinner, and those are the Hofbräu Premium Lager and the Rock Bottom Belgian White Ale."

"I think I'll try the white ale, that sounds interesting."

"Very good, sirs, I'll be right back with that."

"I've never known you to like local breweries."

"I may be picky with even the alcohol I drink, but there are some microbreweries who have better beer than the national or imported brands, not to mention it can be hard to find them at most stores. And I was intrigued the name."

"The name? Belgian White Ale was intriguing?"

"Not that name, the company's name: Rock Bottom," he says with a smirk.

Justin just shakes his head and returns to eating his delicious sandwiches that are even more scrumptious than he imagined a sandwich could be. He's also paying close attention to the fact that his little moans of appreciation are not going unnoticed by Brian. He can't resist having a little fun. Although he does prefer taking smaller bites, usually, to savor what he's eating, with all the teasing Brian has done, he figures turnabout is fair play.

He takes the egg salad, cause he was never really fond of it anyway, but it's okay, looks directly into Brian's eyes, takes the whole thing in his hands and slowly puts it into his open mouth, groaning a little at the flavor. This is really good egg salad. As he chews he's watching Brian's eyes darken a little and focus on his lips instead of his eyes. As he swallows he decides to lick his fingers off… one, by one, slowly, making a slight popping sound when he takes his fingers out.

Okay this whole teasing thing would be funner if he could do it without turning himself on. Cause now all he can imagine is how Brian sucks on his fingers like that, and how, if they were at home Brian would have him on the table and attacking his lips and pulling his clothes off and… why the fuck did he want to go out to eat? How much longer is this meal?

Brian's lust filled eyes slowly turn to amusement and while he is once again painfully hard, he has much better control than his young partner, who is clearly struggling with his own lack of teasing ability.

"You look rather flustered and frustrated Sunshine… anything the matter?" he asks in the sexiest tone he dares to use in public.

"Brian," Justin moans. "Do you think it'd be okay if we went to the bathroom for a few minutes?"

"A few minutes? Have I taught you nothing Sunshine? No, I don't think we'll be leaving this table just yet. I have much bigger plans in mind for you, and I want you more than ready when we get upstairs."

"But Brian, it's been since this morning and I really want you to fuck me."

Brian suppresses a groan at that… he's always loved it when Justin begs.

"Soon. Right now I want you to be full so that when we do finally get upstairs I will have your undivided attention and won't be interrupted by your stomach."

Oddly enough that comment did the trick, not for Justin's cock, but certainly for his stomach, which reminded him of the food that had yet to come, and speaking of which, he had yet to come, too. And as much as he wanted to beg more, knowing what that would do to Brian, they did have all weekend, and waiting always had its advantages.

They finished the rest of their lunch in relative silence, while still admiring the other's mouth and fingers and eyes as they ate their meals and barely containing the wait to eat each other.

Finally it was time for Justin's next course. Something he was definitely looking forward to, and even though sex with Brian were the absolute best experiences of his life, chocolate certainly came a close second, followed closely, as well, by all desserts.

Brian sat watching his partner, well husband, but he still had a hard time thinking that, much less saying it. They had only been officially married a couple of months, but they had been official partners in all legal ways since right before Justin left for New York. It was something no one knew about. They had all the paperwork filled out, all the legal documents stating they were essentially equal partners in everything. With all the crap that they had ever been through Brian wasn't taking any chances. You never knew when something might happen and they made sure that if anything were to happen to one of them, then legally the other was fully protected and get everything. And if something were to happen to both of them, Gus would be the recipient of everything, at the right age, along with a bit to JR. Course they were both taken care of anyway, but no one needed to know that, either.

Now, though, they had the rings on their fingers, instead of on chains around their necks. And the vows they didn't need had been spoken, making both of them happier than they ever thought possible. Justin might have been in New York for a while, and Brian gave him tons of room and didn't contact him so that Justin could grow on his own. One year later and Justin was at his door, a full Sunshine smile on his face, telling him he was coming home for good and Brian better get ready to get married however Brian wanted to, whenever he was ready to, as long as he didn't have to go back to New York alone.

Seeing Justin every morning when he wakes up and every night going to bed, sharing a life with the little twat. Living in Justin's palace, which was actually something Brian always wanted, as well… a home. He could have that anywhere with Justin, but the calm and peace and quiet he felt the moment he saw Britin, he knew it was theirs. And now as he sat watching his husband eat several whatever they were with almost wild abandon, complete with chocolate mustache from the hot cocoa… it was hard to believe that he married someone legal, let alone an adult that was supposed to be close to 25.

"These are so good Brian. My god, I have got to try and make this one… you have to try a bite."

Justin holds up the cookie to Brian, so he can lean forward to take a bite. Brian shakes his head no and frowns at the offending carb overload. There's no way he's putting that, or Justin's fingers, anywhere near his mouth.

"I don't think so Sunshine… I can smell the calories from here, and at the moment… I really don't think you want me eating that out of your hand do you? Or licking your fingers as you feed me?"

Justin moans a little and appears to be contemplating asking Brian to do that anyway, but thinks better of it and eats the cookie himself.

"Was that a good meal Sunshine?"

"The best… seriously… I can't think of the last time I've had this much food and had it all be so good. And I think I'm actually pretty full."

"Pretty full… after all that… don't tell me you're going to order more."

"Don't have to," Justin says knowingly. "That wasn't the last course."

"You've got to be kidding me. How many more courses are there to go? I may have legendary control, but there's only so much I can tolerate sitting here watching you eat, making all your little noises and moaning and licking your fingers."

Justin chuckles a little, knowing that Brian's so called legendary control only applies outside of Justin, which doesn't exist anymore and he still can't believe it. Hmm… maybe it's better not to test that control.

"There's only one more course, the dessert course. And as legendary as your control is… that control doesn't apply to me."

"Whatever you say Sunshine… and there better be only one more course, although I would prefer no more courses. I have plans for you that don't involve a room full of people… and the toys in our room are much funner than anything I can see here."

"I'm sure it won't take long. I said I'm almost full, and I really want to go upstairs, too."

"Are you ready for the dessert course sir?"

"Actually, I have a question about that."

"Would you like some dessert, too? I could tell you our specials for the day, or would you like to share dessert?"

"We would like to share dessert, but I also wondered if we could have whatever dessert he has coming delivered to our room instead?"

"Oh, you're staying in the hotel?"

"Yes we are, just checked in before coming in here. My partner just had to have afternoon tea."

"Oh, well, umm… we could certainly have it delivered for you. What room are you staying in?"

"We're in room 17. Should we wait for the check?"

"Oh, no, that's not a problem, you can sign for it when you're food is delivered, and if you'd like it can be added to your room's account."

"That would be great, thank you. And if you could send up two of everything that was supposed to come with his dessert course, along with an extra plate of the cookies he just had, whatever the cost is, that would be appreciated."

"Certainly, I'll, uh, go put that order in with the room service staff. It will be there in about 15 minutes."

"Thank you very much Abigail. Will you be working all weekend?"

"Uh… actually, yes, I have the weekend shift this weekend. Forgive me for asking, but why?"

"Because I believe we'll be back down for lunch tomorrow, and we'd like one of your tables."

"Oh, thank you, and certainly, I mean, I'd be happy to serve you tomorrow at lunch. Just ask the hostess when you come down, and don't forget to mention that you're staying in the hotel, you'll receive a 10 percent discount on dining here."

Brian couldn't help but appreciate the blush as he spoke to her, how she flustered as he requested her service. He noticed Justin's surprise at first, followed by lust at the thought of going upstairs now, followed by amusement knowing the effect Brian had on most people, men and women alike.

"We don't need a discount, but thank you for the advice and for the service, I've rarely had better, no matter the venue. Well, if you'll excuse us, I believe we'll be going to our room… it's time for the real celebration to begin," Brian knew that comment would get her, and he was right, if the darker blush was any indication, but decided to ease the embarrassment a little, "it's his birthday, and his present is upstairs."

"You got me a present?" All Justin's previous thoughts left the moment Brian said he got him a present. Brian never got presents, he hardly believed in celebrations or holidays. He occasionally made an acceptance for Justin in that regard, but even now it had to be extraordinary circumstances to get him to agree.

Brian rolled his eyes at Justin's enthusiasm, and said the one thing that he knew Justin would stop questioning him at, "I thought it was time I celebrated my husband's birthday, don't you?"

He was right, again. Justin's eyes started to tear up a little and broke out into a huge grin that made his whole being glow, and Brian was stunned, again, by his Justin's beauty, innocence, poise, and he thanked his lucky stars, again, that the fates decided to reward him with his own personal ray of Sunshine.

He knew that statement got to the waitress as well, he was hoping that she would be as gracious and kind tomorrow as she had been today. He led Justin, with an arm around his shoulder, and Justin's arm around his waist, up to their room, up the long stairway, where he planned to have a real celebration for his Sunshine.