Brian Kinney opened the door to the loft. "Justin?" He paused, waiting for a reply.

"Brian!" Justin hurried down from the bedroom, a huge smile on his face. "What’re you doing here?"

"I live here." Brian deadpanned.

This brought a laugh from the teenager. He hurled himself into his lover’s arms, his face upturned. Brian took the hint and covered the small mouth with his own. Their tongues dueled playfully for a long minute before Justin broke this kiss and moved his mouth down. He began sucking and licking Brian’s neck, speaking in between bites, "I mean, it’s only three thirty. You’re not supposed to be home for a couple of hours, at least."

"I know." Brian was trying to take his suit off on the way to the bedroom, with Justin hanging on to him. "I had a light afternoon, so I had Cynthia re-schedule my four o’clock and, here I am."

By the time they made it to the bed, both of them were naked. Brian lay down slowly, pulling the young man down with him. "How was your day?"

"Mmm," Justin moaned.

Brian pulled Justin’s head back up from its descent toward his crotch. "I didn’t get that. Speak English, please."

Justin took a deep breath. "I don’t wanna talk - I want you to fuck me." Pushing Brian over on his back, Justin straddled his thighs and leaned forward, kissing him yet again. He rubbed his hard cock against Brian’s, bringing it fully erect in seconds.

Deciding that it was useless to try to deter Justin from his stated goal, Brian relaxed. "No. You fuck me." Justin looked down at him, a question in his eyes. Brian pulled the slight body forward so that it covered his. "Just like that." Grabbing Justin’s ass, he encouraged him to start moving against him.

Ever the eager student, Justin understood what was being asked of him, and participated enthusiastically. Their cocks slid together easily as the teenager thrust against him. Brian’s hands moved languidly across Justin’s back and down to knead the perfect mounds of his ass.

It only took a couple of minutes for them to bring each other to the edge of orgasm. Brian lowered his head so that his mouth was close to Justin’s. Their lips met as Justin cried out softly, grinding their cocks together and pulling his lover along with him.

It was several moments later before either of them could speak. Justin slid off Brian and they situated themselves on their sides, arms and legs entwined. "Now, will you tell me how your day was?" Brian whispered into the young man’s ear.

"It was okay. I’ve only been back from therapy for about an hour."

Brian had forgotten about Justin’s appointment. "How did it go?"

"Okay. Pat says I’m getting stronger every day."

"Good." Brian wasn’t sure if he should say anything else.

"I told my mom about yesterday, about remembering. She said you called her last night, while I was asleep. She really appreciated it."

"I knew she was worried about you, Justin."

Neither man said anything for several minutes, as they recalled the events of the past days and weeks. Brian could feel the mood of the room degrading into melancholy, which was unacceptable. "Get up!" He smacked Justin on the ass. "Let’s go shopping before dinner."

Justin followed his lover from the bedroom to the bathroom for a quick shower. Well, as quick a shower as they could ever have, given their penchant for teasing and touching.

When they were dressed, they walked out the door. Justin pulled Brian toward the stairs, rather than the elevator. When they were in the Jeep, he leaned over and kissed his lover lightly. "Do you mind if we don’t go shopping?"

Brian shook his head. "It’s too early to eat dinner, Justin. Do you want to go somewhere else instead?"

"Yes. I want to go back to the Hilton…" He examined Brian’s face closely, trying to determine what his reaction would be.

Brian glanced out the window, then looked back at his companion. "We were just there on Saturday. Why do you want to go back?"

"I-I couldn’t remember everything then; I can now."

Brian didn’t like to say no to Justin, especially not after the difficult few days they’d just survived. "What good can come from going back there?"

"I’m sorry, Brian. I know it’s been hard for you too, but I just want to see it one more time; I want to prove to myself that I’ve conquered it all."

Brian had known Justin long enough to recognize when he was beaten. The entreating look on the teenager’s face was more than he could resist. Making a sharp left turn at the next corner, he headed downtown.

The third level of the parking garage was deserted as Brian drove to the now-familiar parking space near the elevator. They climbed out slowly and met at the rear of the Jeep, each man’s arm automatically snaking around his lover’s waist. They stood quietly for several seconds. "I was walking that way," Justin pointed ahead of them, "to the elevator, and back to the ballroom."

Brian said nothing, following along as Justin walked forward slowly. "Is this the place where he hit me?" He looked down solemnly. "You can’t even tell anything happened here, can you?" A shiver caught him off guard. Taking a step forward into Brian’s embrace, he buried his face in the older man’s chest.

Several minutes later, Justin pulled back and looked up. "Can I ask you one more favor before we leave?"

"What?" Brian wasn’t sure how much more remembering he was going to be able to endure.

"C-can we go back to the ballroom? Where we danced?"

"If they’re not having something in there, the door will be locked. We won’t be able to get in."

"You’re right, of course." Turning, Justin started walking back to the Jeep, then paused and glanced up at his lover. "You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I’ll be right back…"

Brian refused to relinquish his hold on the teenager’s hand. "*We’ll* be right back."

They walked directly back to the room where they’d danced on that night. Has it only been a couple of months? Brian wondered. It feels like it’s been at least a year.

Of course, Justin had to try the door. To their surprise, it opened. The young man walked in, followed by his lover. Four dim lights high up on the walls provided the only illumination in the room. Despite the semi-darkness, the layout of the room was unmistakable: tables and chairs were scattered around in no particular order.

As they strolled across the room together, Justin started humming, then stopped. "What was the name of the song?"

"Save The Last Dance For Me. By The Drifters."

Justin laughed. "How do you even *know* that? It had to be from the sixties, or something."

"I had a roommate in college who listened to an oldies radio station."

Justin moved around so that he was facing Brian. "Sing it."

"What?" Brian laughed. "I don’t know the words."

"Sing something else, then." Justin put his arms around Brian’s neck. "I wanna dance."

"You don’t want me to sing." Brian grasped the young man around the waist. "I thought you said you remembered that night."

"I do…"

"Close your eyes, then, and dance to the music you remember."

Justin did as he was told. They moved together slowly, without the twirls and dips of the prom dance, but with every bit of the emotion. When they stopped moving, he opened his eyes and looked up.

Brian caught a glimpse of his lover’s face in the diffused glow of a lamp. Leaning forward, he touched his mouth to Justin’s lightly. The teenager was having none of it, however. His tongue invaded Brian’s mouth, plundering it sensually as his hands found their way under his shirt to caress his back. Brian pushed Justin back against the wall as he placed kisses across his face to his neck. He pulled his shirt up and tongued the nipple ring, eliciting a soft moan from the teenager.

Moving downward, Brian’s hands worked at the zipper of Justin’s jeans, then he buried his face in his pubic hair. A second later, his lips were wrapped around the head of Justin’s cock and he was swallowing it slowly.

Reaching out, Justin entangled his fingers in Brian’s hair as he thrust into the hot, wet mouth. He closed his eyes, trying his best not to cry out and give away their presence in a supposedly empty room. He wasn’t sure how successful he was but he couldn’t bother with that now. The danger of sex in a place where they shouldn’t be doing it made it that much hotter; he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to last.

Brian was sure that Justin was close to orgasm. Grasping the young man’s balls, he squeezed, pushing him over the edge and causing him to cry out. When he had swallowed his lover’s juices, Brian stood up and kissed him lightly. A noise in the hall startled them. Brian shielded Justin’s half-naked body with his own as the door opened and two young men walked in. "Is someone in here?"

Brian said nothing, hoping they wouldn’t be spotted against the far wall. "We were looking for a bathroom." Justin walked out from behind him, fully clothed and very nonchalant.

"There’s one at the other end of the hall." One of the employees pointed toward the door.

"Thanks." Brian pushed Justin toward the door and hurried after him.

They practically ran to the Jeep. It was only after they were safely inside that they burst out laughing. "Can we eat dinner now, Brian? I’m starving."

"Yeah. Me too."

"How can you be hungry? Didn’t you just eat?"

"That was just the appetizer." Brian smiled sweetly. "I’ll have the main course later… at home."