Justin rolled his eyes. “Please. Give me a break.”

Brian adjusted the cuffs on his impeccable chocolate-brown jacket. Prada, of course. “You made the choice to dress like a circus freak. Live with the consequences.”

Justin sighed. Then turned, tossing his bag and tackling the other man to the floor. “Look at this guy!” he shouted. “He’s with someone wearing purple pants!”

“Justin! Get the fuck off--”

“He’s IN LOVE with someone who wears PURPLE PANTS!”

He felt Brian chuckle against his collarbone. “I’m burning them when we get home.”

“Fuck me first.”