"Hey! Stud!" Turning around slightly, Justin saw Brian approaching him from behind. "D’ya wanna dance?"

Sometimes Brian’s sense of humor was a bit obtuse. "Shut up!"

Before he could resume his walk, the older man grasped his hand, pulling him into the street. "I promise you won’t forget this one."

Brian’s sexy voice, along with the invitation in his eyes, was more than Justin could resist. He allowed himself to be pulled forward. When they stopped walking, Brian stepped close, embracing the teenager. Justin wrapped his arms around the muscular back and they started moving together.

This day, which had started unfavorably, was turning out okay after all, Justin decided. Despite his protests, Brian had persuaded him to attend the parade, under the guise of not letting Chris Hobbs win. He’d even encouraged him to march with his Mom. ‘I’m proud of you, Justin,’ his mother had said, with a smile on her face. When Justin told her the same thing, he meant it.

Now he and Brian were here, on the street, dancing in front of everybody. They’d danced together lots of times before - Justin even remembered the last time, at the prom - but the novelty of it was still exhilarating.

As they continued moving together slowly, Justin wished that the song would last forever. Brian was smiling down at him and they were making silly small talk. Then Brian stopped talking and started kissing him. Slowly. Gently. Completely.

When the song ended, another one started: a faster one. Justin hung on to his lover as long as he dared. As they separated, he saw Michael out of the corner of his eye. "There’s Michael."

"So it is." Brian barely looked around.

"So… go ask him to dance."

"Excuse me, but I have a partner." He hesitated for a nanosecond. "A *dancing* partner."

Justin wasn’t going to be discouraged. "It’s okay if he joins us." He nodded in Michael’s direction. "Go and get him."

Without further discussion, Brian trotted over to where his best friend stood and said something in his ear. Grabbing his hand, he started pulling. Michael looked at Justin as if to say, ‘this isn’t my idea!’ Justin smiled, motioning for them both to come over.

Despite Michael’s close proximity, Brian resumed dancing with Justin, touching him intermittently. Both Emmett and Ted had found partners and they were dancing nearby. They all continued through three or four songs before Brian took a step toward Justin and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Without a word they headed toward the sidewalk. Justin waved goodbye to their friends and allowed himself to be led away.

Due to the large crowd of people, and the scarcity of places to park, Brian had decided to leave the Jeep at home. As they walked away from the crowd in front of Woody’s, Justin hooked his thumb in Brian’s belt loop and leaned his head against his shoulder. "I’m okay, you know. We didn’t have to leave."

"You might be okay, but I’m not." Brian’s voice sounded odd and Justin looked up, trying to see what was wrong. "I’m horny as hell!"

Warmth spread over Justin’s body, centering in his groin. "I can help you with that." His hand sought Brian’s crotch, lightly rubbing the burgeoning hardness there.

Brian grabbed the hand, holding on tightly. "And you will, as soon as we get home."

*****

Fifteen minutes later, they were in the elevator on the way up to the loft. Justin’s back was against the wall and his front was against Brian as they shared a long, languid kiss. Once inside the apartment, they moved toward the bedroom without hesitation.

Brian grabbed Justin’s shirt and pulled it off. "I can do this by myself, you know." Justin tried to push Brian’s hands away.

"I like to undress you." Brian set to work on removing Justin’s jeans. "Then it’s my turn."

When he was naked, Justin attacked Brian’s clothes, removing them quickly. They tumbled onto the bed; Brian covered Justin’s mouth with his own as his hands moved over the smooth chest and belly, and further down. "I’m not the only who’s turned on…"

Justin chuckled into his lover’s ear. "When have I not been turned on in this bed?" He hesitated slightly, as his thoughts returned to his first night back at the loft…

Before he remembered.

Pushing the unpleasant memories away, he moaned loudly as Brian’s mouth engulfed his cock and started sucking. He entangled his hand in Brian’s hair and thrust wildly, losing himself in sensual overload. A very short time later, he cried out as his juices splashed down his lover’s throat.

"That was too fast," he pulled Brian’s head upward so he could kiss the other man, tasting himself in the warm mouth.

Now it was Brian’s turn to chuckle. "We’re not finished." He shifted over so that he was on his side, behind Justin. The teenager turned his head so that they could continue kissing. He felt Brian’s hand on his ass. "Wait…"

Brian froze, unsure of what the problem was, if there even *was* a problem. He waited, silently, for Justin to say or do something to let him know what was going on.

Justin was aware that Brian was lying completely still. "You don’t have to stop - it’s okay." Turning over, he faced his lover again. "*I’m* okay." One look into hazel eyes and he realized how much care Brian was still taking; his heart surged with love yet again. "I asked you to stop ‘cause I want…" He hesitated.

"What?" Brian spoke quietly. "What is it, Justin?"

"Well…" Justin kissed Brian softly as he spoke. "Don’t think I haven’t enjoyed it - I totally have…"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, like before. You know, don’t worry about hurting me."

"Justin--"

Before Brian could say anything else, Justin moved forward again and attacked Brian’s face and neck, kissing and licking any patch of skin he could reach. Moving down quickly, he pushed him over on his back. The older man emitted a loud moan as his cock was swallowed.

A minute later, Justin stopped sucking and looked up. "Don’t make me beg…"

Brian pulled the blond head up so he could look him in the eye. Justin’s face was filled with anticipation and need. Brian smiled, knowing there was no way he could deny Justin anything tonight. "Your back or your knees?"

Without speaking, Justin rolled over onto his knees. Brian took one look at that gorgeous ass and almost forgot his name. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, unwilling to make Justin wait any longer than necessary.

A minute later, Brian was sliding his cock into Justin’s waiting hole. It took all his self-control to go slow and Justin wasn’t helping. He moved his ass in a determined attempt to speed things along but Brian managed to remain in control. Leaning forward, he kissed Justin’s neck and back as they thrust together.

Despite his best intentions, Brian knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Reaching around the slight body, he stroked Justin’s cock in rhythm with their thrusts. Less than a minute later, Justin cried out as orgasm overcame him. His anal muscles contracted, pushing Brian over the edge as well.

*****

It was several minutes later before either of them said anything. They were lying in the middle of the bed; Justin’s body was near Brian’s but he was careful not to invade his personal space. "Thank you." Justin spoke quietly.

"For what?"

"I don’t know - for being you."

A pause. "Who else am I gonna be?"

Justin laughed. "And for not treating me any different…"

"Different?"

"Yeah, I know everyone was really worried about me… Still, when they look at me, Emmett and Ted and Michael… even Debbie and Vic… I think they feel sorry for me. You don’t look at me like that. You call me an immature brat, but you don’t treat me like one; you treat me like I’m an adult - you always have. And… thank you for letting me stay--"

"Hey, as long as you don’t throw wet towels on the bathroom floor…"

Justin continued, as if he hadn’t been interrupted. "That day, when you came to get me, you acted like you didn’t care - like you were just humoring me. Every day, I was afraid I’d do something to piss you off and you’d make me leave again."

"You know, there’s no need to discuss this now."

"What you’re saying is ‘shut the fuck up’."

"What I’m saying is that it’s late; you’ve had a busy day--"

"But it was a good day. I’m glad you made me go."

"Yeah, me too. Now, go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

Justin turned over on his side, with his back to Brian. He felt the other man shift behind him; a hand snaked across his chest, grasping his right hand. Simultaneously, he felt Brian’s body move against his back. Breathing a sigh of contentment, he allowed sleep to overtake him.