Chapter 2 – Saying Hello

As the limousine pulled up, Brian grabbed his suitcase and walked to the front of the house, hitting the doorbell longer than was polite before he collected himself and took his finger off the buzzer.

The door was opened by a 6' tall, brunet with perfect features. Innocent, golden brown eyes looked out from the face of a young Galahad. Brian's mind instantly categorized him as "Not gay."

The younger man smiled "You must be Brian - you look just like Justin's sketches. Justin's dying to see you. I'm Eric. He warned us that the two of you will vanish for most of the weekend. " The smile turned to a grin. "Just thought you'd like to know what the plan is."

Brian felt the nerves settle "I've always liked how Justin thinks."

Brian looked past Eric down the narrow hallway. A painting of Justin's hung on the wall, a stark contrast to the faded wallpaper and frayed carpet. A staircase led the way upstairs on the left side of the hall. A stunning, red-haired woman came around the corner into the entryway – a pint-sized Titania in shorts and a halter. 'Hi, I'm Ari, Justin's other roommate."

Brian response of 'Pleased to meet…' broke off when Justin appeared at the top of the stairs. He had cut his hair short again. He had the look of a fallen angel, a bright splendor, but one that had seen too much to ever be innocent again. Brian's suitcase dropped to the floor, forgotten, as Justin's smile lit up his face.

Brian moved to the bottom of the staircase as Justin came to the last step and spoke gently. 'Hey, Sunshine. Long time no see.'

Justin didn't bother to respond. His hand came up, grabbed Brian at the neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. After a moment, Brian reached up to hold Justin in place. The kiss became aggressive, sensual, sexual. Endless.

Eric started to speak, to remind them that they had an audience, but Ari silenced him with a look. As she watched, Brian reached up and started to unbutton Justin's shirt. Brian pulled too hard and the blue shirt ripped apart, buttons flying. Justin gasped. Brian began kissing down the chest while Justin's fingers threaded into Brian's hair - holding him in place. Justin's head went back and his breath started to shorten. Brian's control shattered. His breath rasped as he captured, then devoured Justin's mouth. His hands moved to the front of Justin's jeans.

The sound of the snap startled Eric into action "Hey guys. Guys! Take it upstairs why don't you?" Justin looked at Eric without focusing for a minute then his eyes cleared. "Shit. Brian, come on." He grabbed Brian's hand and led him upstairs. The sound of masculine laughter carried down the stairs to the pair standing stunned in the hallway.

"Jesus," said Eric with a small shake of his head "Justin wasn't kidding when he said we wouldn't see much of them this weekend. You okay?"

Ari was staring at a small button near her feet. It had spun off of Justin's shirt. "No, I am definitely not okay." Ari looked Eric straight in the eye. "Couldn't you feel the heat pouring off them?"

"It was hard to miss. Why? Did it bother you, too?" Eric shot back with a grin.

Ari took a deep breath for patience and took a step toward Eric. "Bother's not the right word for what it did to me." She took another step.

"Huh? Oh" Eric's face flushed. "I see, I think. Um, I've got to go to the store to get something for supper" he stammered a bit as he reached backward to the doorknob. "Be back soon."

Ari watched in disbelief as he ran out the door. Damn. He was always running away. She started laughing. At least she had the answer to her biggest question. Eric had to be gay.

Upstairs, in the smallest bedroom, Justin was frantic. Lying on the bed, he could feel his body tensing as Brian kissed his way down his torso, touched his midriff and kept going. Justin shuddered as Brian's mouth closed around him. God, Justin thought, how could I have gone two months without touching this man? His hands reached up, grasping the wrought iron headboard on the bed, arching his back to get closer to Brian.

Brian felt Justin's body shift towards him, moving in time with the strokes of his mouth. Brian pulled his head up. He heard a small, anxious groan and smiled slightly.

Justin cried out as he felt Brian drive in. Brian paused, waiting. A moment later, Brian started to move, slowly at first, then faster. Tension started to build. Sweat glistened. Justin stared at Brian's face, breathing in time with the movement. Justin's eyes closed, his breath stopped and the orgasm ripped through him.

Brian cried out and collapsed on top of Justin, burying his face in the side of Justin's neck, breathing in his scent. Brian sighed "I love you." Justin stilled for a moment, then relaxed back into the bed, running his hand up and down Brian's back, maintaining contact. "I love you, too." Justin whispered.

Eventually, a timeless moment later, Brian moved to the side and leaned up on his elbow to look down at Justin. An amused look came into Brian's eyes as he remembered the scene at the bottom of the stairs. He started to laugh. "I think we shocked Ari."

Justin's head tilted slightly as he thought back. "Nah, she's unflappable. It's Eric who's going to feel awkward." He shook his head in a cross between concern and amusement.

"You're kidding, right?"

"When dealing with Ari, do not be deceived by appearances. You'll see what I mean when you get to know her. Eric's the small-town boy."

Brian forgot about the roommates as he leaned in to kiss the hollow of Justin's neck. "You know, I have plans. Lots of plans." Brian's hands started to move over Justin's torso – featherlike touches that caused Justin's skin to shudder in anticipation. Justin grabbed Brian's hands and said "My turn," as he pushed Brian down. Justin's mouth went to work.

Brian gasped softly "Okay, we'll do it your way this time. Just remember - my turn next."

Several turns later, Brian lay on his back sleeping while Justin lay across his chest, listening to Brian's heartbeat. Brian snapped suddenly awake, his whole body tensing.

Justin's head came up, "Bri, is something wrong?"

Brian closed his eyes for a moment as he forced himself to relax. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"It felt like something."

"It was nothing. Just a bad dream. My turn now," Brian reached for Justin, wanting to chase the nightmare away.

"No. Wait a sec, Brian, just wait. I want to talk to you – about our future."

*A/N There is a companion story telling this scene from Eric's POV. It's titled "QAF NY Confused".