A/N: I'm planning to do another update (not sure which story) to make up for yesterday. Should be up in a few hours. Hope you like this

Justin stretched his body and flipped onto his belly, as he often did on the edges of waking. It just so happened that this morning, occupying the space he would normally have thrown himself was not his caramel cotton sheet or his perhaps too soft mattress, but the body of another man. And when Justin pressed his morning erection against the surface upon which he lay, his erection came into contact with the erection of another man. Finally, when Justin reached out to grab the red and brown afghan his mother had crocheted him before deciding he was a worthless deviant, to bury his face in as he rutted against "the mattress," what he actually caught up in his arms was the torso (and shoulders) of the aforementioned other man (Brian). Justin was awash with colors. A swath a red, orange, and pink light had lifted him up, up, up skyward and sent him soaring and swooping. As he moved his hips, he moved ever closer to the burning sun and started to burn with it.

Brian, too, was sleeping, but despite this lower state of consciousness, he managed to 'get with the program.' Brian sent his hands exploring this new weight that had come to rest on top of him, a lithe, wriggly form, until they (his hands) discovered something deliciously smooth and rounded – something Brian liked very much (Justin's ass) and on which Brian could anchor himself as he rubbed his groin against the slight form on top of him. He squeezed that smooth, rounded 'something' and pressed it down, pulling the figure hard, so hard, against him even as he grinded. His entire body tingled with electricity, and he felt as though he were repeatedly falling, from ever greater heights. These successive falls caused his heart to race, skip, and even stop.

Justin, as he was wont to do while rutting himself to orgasm and wakefulness, rubbed his face against everything he could reach, usually his afghan, pillow, and mattress but this time Brian's neck and chest. Brian and Justin rutted and moaned softly, as their minds slowly emerged from the dark, deep pool of sleep and the nebulous fog of hypnagogia.

Oddly, there was a specific moment when both entered full wakefulness. In that moment, they both heard a crash of shattered glass and rent steel. Interestingly, that was also the moment their orgasms began to overtake them. Two sets of eyes popped open at exactly the same moment, but then drooped slightly as cum poured out of them.

Justin and Brian let their heads fall, Justin on Brian's chest, and Brian on the bed, their chests heaving, hearts beating nearly out of their chests, and lungs desperately trying to take in a sufficient amount of air. Brian looked over at Justin and saw that Justin's face was completely buried in Brian's chest and thus that Justin was unlikely to be aware of anything Brian did. So Brian slid one arm around Justin's waist and the other up along Justin's back, finally letting his fingers drift into Justin's damp hair. Then he smiled.

So Brian was relaxed and happy. For about one full minute. Then the panic set in. He had acknowledged that he had a boyfriend. OUT LOUD. And he had promised, again OUT LOUD, to be faithful. Brian cringed just thinking that word. He had no idea what Justin would expect now. He had never really paid that much attention when Mikey, Emmy Lou, and Ted discussed their various relationships over the years, so he had no foundation of miscellaneous data to sort through to figure it out. Brian needed Cynthia. She was his sole link to the rest of 'humanity.' She translated the literally incomprehensible behavior of 'regular people' and put it in an easy-to-absorb bullet list of 'Things to Do.' She even sometimes helped him with 'the how' for trickier items.

Justin was in a similar state. He was suddenly terrified. Today was Day 1 of "The 90 Days of Brian," the 90 days Brian had assured Justin they would have, and he didn't know what to do. Should he spend as much time with Brian as possible? Or should he worry less about today's pleasures and more about tomorrow's, trying to build a relationship that could extend beyond the 90-day trial period? He didn't know. The answer depended on how much faith Justin had in not only himself but also Brian's ability to evolve. If Justin didn't believe Brian could evolve, not really, then he should simply enjoy the time they had together to the fullest, assuming it would end. In that case, a single day of not seeing Brian would be a waste. BUT if Justin believed Brian could evolve, seeing him every day could ruin Justin's chances of having a monogamous boyfriend on Day 91. He needed Daphne. Even when she didn't have advice, which was rare, he could use her as a sounding board. He often thought through problems like that, verbally and with Daphne as his audience.

Brian and Justin both turned to look at each other at the same exact moment and spoke simultaneously, "I need to make a call." Justin slid off Brian and grabbed his pants and phone on the way to the door (he was headed to the hall), while Brian jumped off the bed and grabbed his phone on the way to the bathroom.

The subsequent panicked calls began the same way.

Brian and Justin: We're boyfriends and monogamous now. What do I do?

Cynthia and Daphne: Wait what? (squealing)

Brian and Justin: (deep sigh) Are you done yet?

Cynthia and Daphne: Sorry. This is good news. What's the problem?

Brian and Justin: I've never had a boyfriend before. What am I supposed to do?

Cynthia and Daphne: First take a deep breath. Then give me details.

Brian and Justin: (slow inhale and exhale) We decided to try it for three months and then see 'where we are.'

Cynthia and Daphne: (more squealing)

Brian and Justin: (another deep sigh) Are you going to help me?

Cynthia and Daphne: Yes, yes. Sorry. Keep the sex exciting by trying new things. Spend lots of time together but maintain separate lives.

They would have continued on with the general advice for who knows how long, but Brian and Justin interrupted, somewhat impatiently.

Brian and Justin: What do I do NOW? Right now.

Cynthia and Daphne: Ah.

Brian and Justin: Firsts are important right? So whatever I do now, today, will set a precedent for the rest of the three months, right?

Cynthia and Daphne: Definitely. So you need to decide what you want.

Brian and Justin: What do you mean?

Cynthia and Daphne: Are you hoping this will continue past the three months?

This is the point at which their conversations started to diverge.

Brian: I don't know. Maybe.

Justin: Yes, definitely, yes.

Cynthia and Daphne: Did you already fuck this morning?

Brian and Justin: Define 'fuck.'

Cynthia and Daphne: (laughing)

Brian and Justin: I really don't have time for this. I've been on the phone with you too long already. It looks weird.

Cynthia and Daphne: Did you both already have an orgasm?

Brian and Justin: Oh … yes.

Cynthia and Daphne: Of course you did.

Daphne: Justin, you need to get the hell out of there.

Cynthia: Brian, make the boy some coffee, so he doesn't feel rushed out of there, but then rush him out of there. If you want, I could call in 30 minutes, give you a work emergency.

Brian and Justin: Why?

Daphne: You need to maintain a separate life, your independence. You don't want him to think you're too clingy. That would definitely scare the crap out of him.

Cynthia: You need to pick and choose the time you spend together. If he's too much a part of your daily routine, that's gonna scare the crap out of you, and you're going to end up trying to push him away… if that happens, your methods will be questionable at best. And if Justin is special to you, and I know he is, you should pick option one.

Brian and Justin: Makes sense. But this isn't an internship day. Should I, I don't know, make plans or say I'll call or what?

Daphne: Nope. Just kiss him like you're going to war, smile a genuine, bright smile, and say, "Later."

Justin was uncomfortable with this plan. He wanted to see Brian again that night. But … he knew Daphne was right. Absence made the heart grow fonder.

Justin: Okay

Cynthia: Were you happy waking up with him this morning?

Brian: … (grimacing)

Cynthia: Brian?

Brian: (almost too soft to hear) Yes.

Cynthia: Do you want to see him again today? I mean, you did spend most of last night and the night before avoiding him.

Brian: (shrugging)

Cynthia: If you're shrugging, I can't hear that.

Brian: I don't know. Maybe.

Cynthia: Okay … I'll take that maybe as a yes. So invite him to a movie.

Brian: A movie? I don't go to movies.

Cynthia: You should. They are low-pressure situations, more conducive to fondling than talking. Plus, there's a special screening that the Flash guy will be at. Perfect time to pitch him your basic idea. AND … the screening is at 10 pm. So you can keep the date short, if you want … say you'll pick Justin up at 9:30. Or have dinner first … it's up to you.

Brian: Which movie?

Cynthia: You don't want to know. It's a chick flick. But he's friends with one of the actresses, so he'll definitely be there.

Brian: And he wonders why people are questioning his orientation. What do I tell Justin?

Cynthia: Tell him you want it to be a surprise.

Brian: Should I bring him home with me?

Cynthia: No. Better not have that be the expectation every time you have a date. But I would fuck him. Maybe in the town car …

Brian (laughing) Don't need help on the mechanics of the fucking, but thanks. Call in 30.

Cynthia: You got it boss.

By the time Brian had emerged from the bathroom, Justin was fully dressed and had even washed off the makeup, apparently in the kitchen sink. He had put all of his 'stuff' in his messenger bag and was just slinging it around his chest.

Brian was surprised. He thought getting Justin to leave would be hard. Apparently, Justin needed no encouragement at all. He seemed to want to leave. Brian was not thrilled by how that fact made him 'feel.' He was annoyed. Angry. And a little hurt. But he managed to keep all of that out of his voice and facial expression. He walked over to the coffeemaker and started pouring in water and grinding Italian roast and scooping it into the basket. As he did so, he said nonchalantly, "Have a cup of coffee before you go."