The evening carried a humid atmosphere as the heat from the afternoon thickened when the sun started to set, and Brian found himself sitting in an armchair, fanning his moist skin with the newspaper that was left on the table this morning. He reflected on the day, growing a large grin across his face when he repeated the events in the men's toilets over in his mind. He admitted that sex with women was a great experience, but there was something about Stewie that created a new sensation within his stomach when the friction was intensified. Besides the negative nature of the teen and Brian's positive perspective on life drew them together better than a magnet and metal. But the thing that was nagging Brian in the back of him mind was that Stewie would still go out and stand on that damn corner. Stewie had told Brian when they had got back with Lois from the mall to think of it as a regular job. He had responded to that by asking why it wasn't possible for Stewie to go and get a regular job instead of making him worry about who was going to pick him up, by that point Stewie had told him that he was being stupid and walked up to his room. Brian decided to drop the matter and focused his mind on that fact that Stewie had actually forgiven him and ended up having the best day out of his life.

As his arm began to grow tired, he heard a door shut from the upper floor and feet tread on the carpeted staircase. He turned his head to see Stewie who had dressed for only one occasion.

"I shouldn't be gone for too long Brian, don't wait up for me"

"Are you sure you want to walk?"

"Brian I've been doing this routine for long time I think I can take care of myself by now"

"I was just checking"

Stewie stepped over to the older man and leaned over the back of the chair to place a kiss on Brian's forehead. Brian not only noted how Stewie's hair tickled his face, but also how soft it was.

Stewie stood up and wrinkled his nose

"Damn Brian, take a bath! People will think you've been working hard"

With that he walked out the door. Brian looked around to see if anyone would chance a walk in, and lifted his arm sniffing. He quickly withdrew and gave Stewie a point for picking up that someone may be suspicious about how he managed to get so smelly in such little time, considering he only had a shower two days ago. He had to admit that Stewie was right, and a shower would probably stop contributing to the air that was gradually building up in the house…even if showers weren't on the top of his weekly to do lists.

Stewie never really took in the town that he walked through most days, because usually he walked quick so that he would catch the earlier men who wanted to spend longer with the nineteen year old, but Stewie felt like taking his time, so that he could soak in the scenery around him and admire what little beauty Quahog had to offer. And since it was a warm night, Stewie had left his coat at home, baring in mind to take the protection out and put in his slightly loose jeans' pocket, and welcomed the rare breeze that blew against his fare skin. He figured that there couldn't possibly be anything that could ruin his night when he approached his spot and saw a figure standing against the building that allowed the corner to curve around it.

"What the hell…?" Stewie halted wondering why someone else would stand where he was supposed to be. He walked a little closer and the figure's head turned to meet the brunette, flashing a row of teeth his way.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Stewie! What a nice surprise!"

"What are you doing here Braden?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing Stewie"

"What are you talking about, you know I work tonight, you assigned it!"

"Well I know that, what I meant was I would have thought you'd have come to me to explain why you were seen walking with that tall white haired man?"

"Why the hell does that matter?!"

"Well if he starts to put things into your head like, say, prostitution is a bad thing, then I'm going to have to pull you from your post and have you come work for me…I mean we can't have you leaving me anytime soon can we?"

"What the hell? I'll go when I damn well please!"

"I don't doubt that Stewie, I don't but if you want your money, and if you want the protection I provide then you're gonna have to do what I say…"

"What do you mean the protection you provide…?!"

"How do you explain why you haven't been kidnapped or raped or killed yet? Hm? It's because I sort the ones who can be trusted from those who are going to loose me money. C'mon Stewie you really thought the guy's who've fucked you were just any old hicks? I thought you were bright"

Stewie contemplated on running, running back into the arms of the man who was waiting for him back home, but he knew that running wasn't an option, because to put it frankly, he wasn't very fast, and even if he was Braden would hunt him down and drag him back. He knew that Braden would only consider letting him go if he did his bidding, and that could only mean the worse.

"So about the situation in hand, I'll give you a week to loose that piece of trash you cling to, or you'll come work for me until you've paid twenty grand"

"Twenty thousand dollars!? That's nearly all I have! You can't do that!"

"Well unless you loose him, you'll loose it, Stewie…I'll see you around"

Braden turned to walk away before turning back

"Oh, and er, don't bother working tonight, I'll send one of the others to cover your shift, I'm sure you've got other plans tonight"

Stewie could feel tears well up in his eyes, as he watched the man walk down the now dark street and out of view. When had it got so dark in so little time?

Stewie slowly walked over to the side of the building and leaned against it, sliding down until his knees were up to his chin. How could that bastard do this?! How was he going to tell Brian…

*

Brian stepped out of the shower dripping over the tiles as he reached for his towel. He wrapped it around his lower half before walking through the door and down the top floor into his room. His choice in bed, wallpaper, curtains, drawers and carpet, were quite basic compared to the others, with the only colours being beige and brown, with Stewie complimenting him on how he chose colours to suit his lifestyle. That was a year ago, but Brian doubted that his opinion had changed. Brian whipped the towel from his waist and dried his hair sitting down on his single bed. Walking over to his set of drawers, he opened the one that held his sets of pyjamas. Choosing only the legs of one set, he slid them on noting how cool the damp skin felt against the fabric. Brian decided that since the family were going to be out, Peter had gone to the Drunken Clam, Lois had met with her friends at a community hall, Chris was out with his very strange friends, and Meg had gone to see if she could spy on the popular people and feast on whatever leftover's they happened to have, he would catch an early night. He got under the cover's and pulled them up over his chest, leaving his arms out he let the air settle on his still slightly moist skin, heaving a sigh of relief, as he closed his eyes and tried to drift into a sleep. After about 15 minutes though, he heard the front door.

Stewie stood static in the front room, eyes red from the tears that had fallen on his walk home. He made no move to find Brian until he could control his hitching breathing and until he knew that all evidence of crying was unnoticeable. It took him a good 5 minutes before he was certain that Brian couldn't tell he had been crying. He wasn't in the mood for sympathy tonight, not when there was an argument brewing up.

Stewie started up the stairs, trying hard not to make a noise when he reached his lover's bedroom door. Stewie assumed that Brian would still be up, so he knocked waited a second and walked in.

"Oh Brian, I thought you would still be up"

"Yeah I thought I would get an earlier night, I thought you were working tonight…"

"I thought I was but…I remembered that I'd gotten the days mixed up"

"Oh right, um…did you want something?"

"Um…yes I…I want to talk to you Brian…"

"Ok…"

Brian sat up and Stewie hesitated when Brian's toned chest made a second appearance to the younger man, and Stewie had to force himself to go closer and sit on the bed next to him.

"Um…well you see Brian…there's…um, a situation…that has forced me to…um…"

"Stewie what is this about? Is it about what I said earlier?"

"What? No! No it's nothing to do with that, well not completely..."

"Look Stewie if you want to continue being a…you know"

"Brian you make it sound like my occupation implies being a transvestite trainer…"

"I'm just saying that I fully support any decision that you make, whether it's the right one or not"

"That doesn't make any sense…so if I decided to kill someone, like my mother for example, you would be cheering me on?"

"No! I meant morally, I would support you if you thought that it was the right decision and that it was within the boundaries of social acceptance, then yes I would accept that."

"Huh, that's a respectable comment coming from you"

"Thanks…can I ask a question?"

"What's that?"

"Why did you choose your mother of all people?"

"What?"

"When you chose a person as an example to kill, why did you choose her?"

"Oh, it's some mutual hatred I've had for her since I was a child, she would just be the first person I would kill if I had the factor outside my ego to perform such a task"

"That's news to me"

"Everything's news to you Brian"

"Thanks"

"Anytime"

"So what was this thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"…Ah…it can wait"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…" Stewie got up to leave the room.

"Hey…" His voice made Stewie slowly turn back around and meet grey-blue eyes

"Hm?"

"I just wanted to say…thanks"

"For what?"

"For giving me another chance"

Stewie's lip trembled and his eye's started to well up again. He turned away from Brian to hide the emotions that were building on his features, making Brian leap up and hurry towards him.

"Hey…come on, I know you've forgiven me, I know this can work"

"It's not that!"

"What is it then?"

"Why do you have to make things hard for me!"

Brian looked down at him giving a confused look.

"It was bad enough that we used to have arguments and conflict on everything, but now you've…"

"I've what?"

"You've made me love you! How could you Brian?!"

"…You love me…?"

"Yes! And now we have to have a relationship that won't be a relationship because nobody will let us be together!"

"I can't believe it…"

"Neither can I! The thought of the fat man, or Lois walking in on us!"

"No I mean, I can't believe that you love me!"

"Yes well you had better believe it, and you had also better make sure you make nothing more of this relationship Brian!"

"You're kidding me right?! I couldn't leave you now!"

"See! This is what happens when feelings flood our minds! What is we did something and they found out?! We would never be able to stay together because Lois would throw you out, and I would have no one to build my life around"

"Stewie would you shut up for a second!"

"How dare y--!" Brian pulled Stewie into a kiss where Stewie submitted into it. The taller man dominated with his tongue pushing past Stewie's lips, tasting and twisting with the other. Brian pulled away and looked into the teen's eyes.

"…Did you really mean what you said?"

"Of course Brian!" That made him smile, and he pulled Stewie to the bed and he lay down, where Stewie moved over him, straddling Brian's hips. The brunette promptly started to undo his shirt while Brian watched in awe, as he fiddled with the button on Stewie's loose jeans. The top half of Stewie was now bare, and Brian had successfully undone the button and zipper, making a move to pull them off. Stewie lifted himself up so that Brian could pull them down, until a knock came at the bedroom door. For a full second, Brian and Stewie froze, and then in one swift move, Stewie leapt from his ride and landed softly on the floor between the bed and the wall that didn't have an uninvited guest behind the wooden panel. And just in time too, as Brian got under the covers to try and hide his growing hard on, Lois came through to see a 'sleepy' Brian rubbing his eyes.

"Oh sorry Brian, I assumed that you'd still be up"

"No don't worry about it"

"I didn't realise you slept with a light on"

"…Oh yeah I er…don't usually, only on nights when I want to read, and then I forget that I've left it on"

"Oh I see, hey Peter hasn't come back yet has he?"

"No I didn't hear him, why?"

"It's just that--"

"ACHOO!!" 'Damn dust!!' Stewie mentally kicked himself as he waited for the wretched woman to call his name

"…Stewie?"

Stewie cursed as he stepped up from his position on the floor. Brian looked at Stewie, then to Lois and down to his hands that were cupped on his lap.

"What are you doing down there?!"

"Lois I can explain--" Brian tried to speak up

"What were you two doing before I came in here?!"

"Look mother I can explain-"

"Why are you both half naked?! And why is your shirt on the floor?!"

All the occupants of the room looked at what Stewie had previously been wearing.

"I want an explanation from you! Now!"

"Well if you let me explain, mother"

"I was talking to Brian!"

Brian's mouth went so dry he thought he could die from the lack of water that his throat so desperately craved, and he would gladly die right then and there.

"I'm waiting Brian!!"

"Mother, you would have found out one way or another, but now you know…"

"Know what Stewie!?"

"…That I love this man."

The whole room fell so silent that the crickets outside could be heard. Until after a while, it was broken when Lois started to laugh, giving Brian and Stewie confused looks about their faces.

"Hahahawhat? Hahawhat?!"

"It's the truth mother"

"Stewie what do you know about love? You're only nineteen!"

"Yes but he's more adult on the inside than you think"

Lois stopped laughing, but a small smile along with furrowed eyebrows tried to understand what she was hearing.

"Ok…let me get this straight, you two are together…?"

Stewie gave a small sigh and nodded.

It was Lois' turn to sigh and heavy sigh, and she licked her lips to speak.

"Brian, I want you to leave here"

"What?!" Stewie protested

"I'm sorry but I can't have you staying here when you two are…doing things"

"We haven't done anything yet!"

"No Stewie..." Lois looked at Stewie "but from the looks of it you were about to! I have nothing against you having a relationship, whoever it may be with…" turning to speak at Brian

"But I will not have you two living together under the same roof, in my house, if you will carry out this relationship. I am not letting you live here Brian to take advantage of my baby"

"Damn it woman I'm not a child!"

"Don't you raise your voice to me young man, not while you're still living here!"

"Oh well if it only counts when I'm living here, then I declare that I'm no longer living here!"

"Oh Stewie don't be like this!"

"Like what mother?! Hm?! A baby?! That's what I am to you isn't it! You think that I'm still your baby and that he's a dirty old pervert! Well I'll have you know something mother! I love this man! And he loves me! And I am going to find a place where we can be together!! Come on Brian we're leaving!"

With that being said, Stewie made for his room to pack

"Stewie, where will you go!?"

"Anywhere away from you, Lois!" Lois felt hurt that he didn't use the word mother, but she couldn't bring herself to answer him back.

It took Brian all of 5 minutes to pack everything he owned, whereas Stewie took 15. Brian waited outside the front door until he heard the sound of bumping that indicated Stewie rolling his oversized suitcase down the staircase, and the opening of the door with an angry faced brunette storming out. Stewie slammed the door behind him and began walking down the street. Brian hastily followed deciding that talking right now was not the greatest move, he wasn't planning on having Stewie mad at him too.

A half hour of walking until they reached a bus shelter made their feet burn, and weight that they carried made the pain worse.

The minute both had sat down, Stewie's tears fell and he felt vulnerable knowing that there was no where to go at this point, so he lay down resting his head on Brian's lap. Brian comforted the teen by softly stroking his fingers through the fine strands. They knew that tonight, sleeping wouldn't be an option.