Thanks to Susan for the pic.

Justin turned off the TV and sat staring at the blank screen for a moment. "I can't fucking believe it," he finally muttered.

The smirk Brian had been wearing turned into a laugh. "Believe it, Sunshine. I know how to pick a winner."

Justin turned to glare at him for only a moment before deciding to take that as a compliment. In one fluid motion, he was straddling Brian's thighs on the sofa, their previously uninspired cocks responding to each other immediately. "So, you consider me a winner, hmm?" he purred, plotting a trail of soft kisses along Brian's jawline.

Brian leaned his head to the side, allowing his lover access to his neck for a moment before replying. "You wouldn't be trying to distract me from my prize, now, would you, Sunshine?"

Justin's head dropped to Brian's shoulder in defeat. "It wasn't really a fair bet," he murmured petulantly.

"Oh?" Brian prodded, amusement evident in his voice.

Raising his head to meet his lover's gaze, Justin began to argue his case. "You didn't watch from the beginning. You didn't even see half of the contestants."

"I didn't have to," Brian pointed out patiently. "There were five couples left, I told you which one would win, you doubted me. Whether or not I saw any of the previous losers isn't even relevant."

"It might have been if you'd picked one of them from the first episode," Justin pointed out, knowing it was a weak argument at best.

Brian only laughed. "Why would I have done that? I told you, I only pick winners."

Justin could only roll his eyes. He'd agreed to the bet, after all. He knew there were only five couples remaining at the time and he'd laughed at Brian's choice of winner. It still wasn't fair, though. Brian didn't even *like* the Amazing Race.

"You don't even like the show," he said, voicing his thought even though he knew it had no bearing on the outcome of the bet.

"But I like the stakes," Brian replied with a smirk. "That's all that matters."

There was no way he was going to argue his way out of it. All he could do now was accept his defeat graciously and pay up. "Fine. What do you want?"

One eyebrow climbed toward his hairline as Brian slowly shook his head. "Not so fast, Sunshine," he teased. "The bet was, the loser has to perform one act of the winner's choice. There's no expiration date on it. I'll have to give it some serious thought before I decide your fate."

Justin returned the other man's smirk. There really wasn't much Brian could ask of him that he hadn't done before. Their sex life was nothing if not varied and adventurous. He figured the worst he could expect would be a public blowjob or a handjob under the table at the diner. The possibilities actually had him looking forward to whatever his creative lover came up with.

Unless…

Unless Brian chose something so outrageous that even Justin would be shocked. But there really wasn't anything, was there? They'd pretty much done it all. Even Brian would draw the line at bending him over the counter at the diner during the breakfast rush.

He would.

Wouldn't he?

"Brian," Justin began, a note of trepidation creeping into his voice. "You wouldn't …" He allowed the thought to trail off, not wanting to give the other man any ideas.

"Wouldn't what?" Brian asked with amusement.

Justin shrugged.

Brian watched the panic flash in his lover's eyes as different scenarios occurred to him. After a few moments, he took pity on the younger man with a soft laugh. Wrapping his arms around Justin's back, he pulled him close and kissed him. "Since I'm such a good sport, I'll even put certain restrictions on my own prize."

"Oh?" Justin replied, unable to keep the hope from his voice.

"No animals."

"Gross, Brian!" The words were accompanied by a playful slap to his lover's chest.

"Ok, ok," Brian laughed. "No women."

"Only marginally better," Justin replied on a chuckle, exaggerating a shudder.

"And nothing that would involve sex in front of Debbie or your mother," Brian concluded his list. "Good enough?"

Glad that the nightmarish diner scenario was no longer a possibility, Justin agreed. "Now, when?"

"In time, Sunshine," Brian replied with a teasing smirk. "All in good time."

********

Justin entered the loft after a late shift at the diner without a care in the world. It had been a week since he'd lost the bet and Brian hadn't mentioned it again. With any luck, he'd forgotten all about it.

Yeah, right. Like Brian Kinney ever forgot *anything*.

"Hey," Brian greeted his lover as he descended from the bedroom.

"Hey, yourself." Justin crossed the room and deposited a soft, yet deep kiss on the lips he loved so much. "Mmm, you taste good."

"And you taste like the pink plate special was meatloaf," Brian teased.

Justin scrunched up his nose. "It was," he replied sheepishly. "I'm going to shower. Did you eat?"

"Yeah," Brian replied, knowing Justin would have eaten at the diner. He grabbed the blond's arm as he headed toward the bathroom. "Hold on a second. Before you shower, I have something to show you."

Justin furrowed his brow slightly. "What is it?"

Brian rolled his eyes. Would he never live down the infamous hustler incident? With an exaggerated huff, he grabbed a flyer off the counter and thrust it into Justin's hands.

After reading every bit of information on the brightly coloured sheet, Justin was no closer to clarity and the puzzled look he bestowed upon Brian was testament to that. "What about it?"

"What does it say?" Brian asked.

Justin shrugged. "Open Mike Night at Woody's, big deal. It's not like we ever go to those, and I quote, 'dickless fag' events."

"Well, we definitely need to go to this one," Brian replied with an evil grin.

"Oh?" Justin's grin matched Brian's. "You get wind of someone who's going to perform?"

Brian drew his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing and nodded.

"Yeah?" Justin exclaimed? "Who? Ted? Michael?" He wracked his brain for a minute. Emmett had done it on numerous occasions so it had to be someone else. "Oh my God! Debbie?"

Brian shook his head at each guess, barely able to contain his mirth.

"Then, who?" Justin asked with a small frown.

"You," Brian finally announced.

Silence reigned in the loft for a full minute. "No fucking way," Justin finally exclaimed, thrusting the offending sheet into Brian's chest. "I don't sing."

Brian grinned. "My choice, remember?"

He nearly laughed out loud at the expression on his lover's face. He looked like he'd just been asked to perform cunnilingus on the ugliest, fattest, oldest, wrinkled hooker on the face of the earth.

"You can't be serious!" Justin was practically sputtering. "There's nothing you can say to make me sing, Brian. Fuck the bet. I won't do it!"

Brian did laugh at that. There were times when it was easy to forget that Justin was twelve years his junior - and then there were times when he acted more like he was twelve years *old*. "Relax," he finally managed. "Even I wouldn't be that cruel…" He paused, giving Justin's features a chance to register relief. "… to the good patrons of Woody's," he concluded with a smirk.

"Fuck you," Justin practically pouted.

"However," Brian went on, "you did agree to an act of my choice if you lost and… well… you lost."

"And I'll pay up," Justin replied with an adamant nod. "But I won't sing."

"You don't have to," Brian informed him.

Justin eyed him with more than a little suspicion. "What, then?"

"I want you to get on stage and tell a story," Brian explained, the very picture of nonchalance.

He took a moment to digest those words. Something wasn't right. Brian wouldn't waste a bet on something so innocuous. There had to be something he was missing, but what? Deciding the best way to find out was simply to ask, he did just that. "What aren't you telling me?"

Brian's answering grin was one of amusement tinged with glee. After drawing it out a suitable length of time, he decided to drop the bomb. "Not just any story, Sunshine, but the story of your most memorable fuck ever."

Justin frowned as he contemplated the most recent condition. "You want me to get on stage and tell everyone about my hottest sexual experience? Are you insane?"

Brian barked a short laugh, then shook his head.

"You know whatever I come up with is going to involve you, right? You really want all of Liberty Ave. to know what we do behind closed doors?"

Brian closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his incredulous lover. "It could be hot," he murmured into the younger man's ear. "Seeing all of those men hanging on your every word, the drool pooling on the floor. Your cock getting harder as you recount your most memorable fuck, your mind reliving every detail. All that sexual tension in the room and no way to relieve it until we get home."

Justin moaned softly. When Brian put it like that, it did sound hot.

After giving him a moment to consider what he'd said, he continued. "And by the time you're through, not only will you have provided countless men with fantasy material for the next six months, but those unfortunate souls who've never benefited first hand will know without a doubt that I'm the best fuck on Liberty Avenue."

Justin pulled back to regale him with a knowing smirk. "So, that's it. You want to use me to boost your reputation."

Brian laughed at that. "It hardly needs a boost," he replied, "but it does deserve public tribute every once in a while, don't you think? And who better to pay that tribute than the one who's benefited from it the most."

Justin studied him for a moment. "Are you serious about this?"

The hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded. "Unless, of course, you're too embarrassed, in which case you'll have to forfeit."

Justin eyed him warily. "And what happens then?"

"Then you have to do whatever I want, sexually and otherwise, for an entire week straight… pardon the expression."

Justin considered that. Being Brian Kinney's virtual sex slave for a week wasn't without its merits, but the 'otherwise' concerned him. Leave it to Brian to figure out a way to turn 'one act' into a week's worth of servitude. No way.

"I'll do it," he finally stated.

"Thought so," Brian replied with a triumphant smirk. "Better rest up, Sunshine. My week starts tomorrow morning as soon as *I* wake up, not whenever you decide to drag your ass out of bed."

Justin shook his head with a grin. "No, I mean I'll do it. I'll stand up at Woody's on Open Mike Night and relive my most memorable fuck." He could tell by the brief, startled look on Brian's face that he hadn't expected that and had to hold back a laugh. I've got your number, Kinney. "I'll think about which story I want to tell while I'm in the shower." After depositing a quick kiss on his silent lover's lips, he headed for the bathroom.

********

By the time Justin exited the shower, Brian's initial shock at the younger man's choice had worn off. Sure, the kid could act cocky now, but there was no way he'd be able to get up in front of all those people and recount such a personal experience. Brian knew he wouldn't be able to do it, even if Justin didn't. He grinned to himself as he caught sight of his towel clad lover in the bedroom. His week with Slave Sunshine was in the bag.

"Have you decided which story you want to tell?" Brian asked casually as Justin emerged from the bedroom dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. "Which sordid details of your private sex life you want to make public?" Ok, even if it was in the bag, a little insurance couldn't hurt, right?

Justin frowned studiously. "I haven't decided exactly," he admitted. "I have a few I could choose from."

Brian's eyebrow rose involuntarily. "A few? Try a few hundred," he scoffed.

"Some of them even include you," Justin retorted with a sweet smile.

"Well Open Mike isn't for a few days yet," Brian murmured, wrapping his arms around the blond, his hands sliding down inside the fleece material covering the ass he craved. "If we get started now, we may just be able to add to the list of possibilities."

"Mmmm," Justin murmured. "Who knew research could be so rewarding?"

Warm lips captured his own in a slow, lingering kiss and by the time Justin could once again register a coherent thought, they were in the bedroom. Brian lifted the t-shirt by its hem and quickly pulled it over the younger man's head, discarding it carelessly in a heap on the floor and leaving Justin's damp, blond locks tousled. Hazel eyes smiled as they drank in the vision before them. The flush of arousal was already beginning to colour the porcelain skin and Brian wanted nothing more than to see it bloom in all its glory.

"I'm going to make you come so hard," he promised in a sultry tone, eliciting a quick intake of breath from the blond.

Justin recognized the sparkle in his lover's eyes and felt his pulse quicken. There were times when their fucks were fast and furious, when nothing mattered but the taking and giving of pleasure in equal measures. And then there were the occasions when time seemed to slow just for them, when they'd spend long hours stoking the fire that always burned just beneath the surface. No matter their mood, it was always intense and all-consuming.

But tonight would be one of those nights when Brian would set out to wring every last ounce of passion from him with his time-tested techniques of seduction. On those nights, Justin would be reduced to a quivering mass of needy flesh before Brian would ultimately bring him to the pinnacle of physical release while at the same time shattering his mind into a million shards of incoherency. Justin would have no recourse but to let himself go, give himself over to the one man he trusted to keep his body safe while his soul soared far beyond the confines of any loft in any city. And when he finally returned to himself, it would be to find two strong arms enveloping him, warm breath dancing across his skin as whispered words served to tether him once again to the mortal plane … until the next time.

He was already panting slightly just thinking of what was to come as Brian trailed a line of warm kisses down his throat, gently pushing him backward onto the bed and removing his sweats. He watched with glazed eyes as Brian disrobed in front of him, a seductive smile warring with every inch of newly exposed skin for attention. He licked his lips at the sight. "Brian…"

"Shhh." Brian shook his head slowly. "No talking." He nudged the younger man with his knee and Justin quickly moved further onto the bed until his blond head rested atop the dark pillows. Brian followed his actions until he was blanketing the smaller body with his own. Following his own directive, he didn't say a word, staring into the bright blue eyes for a moment before lowering his head for a deep, thorough kiss.

From there, he allowed his tongue to blaze a trail down Justin's smooth chest, stopping to pay proper homage to first one nipple then the other, his tongue flicking the dusky nubs before closing his lips around them and sucking them to hardness, leaving each one with a barely-there nip of teeth. He continued his journey down over the flat stomach until he met up with the dark blond hair that blazed a visual trail to his destination.

Justin's head tossed back and forth on the pillow, his body sensitive to every touch of Brian's lips to his skin, every scrape of teeth, every warm breath. He felt his lover's tongue lick slowly around the base of his hard cock and held his breath in wait, only to let it out on a small whimper as Brian abandoned the leaking staff for parts further south.

Brian smiled at Justin's obvious disappointment, but didn't alter his plan. He continued the trail he'd begun until he was able to take one of Justin's heavy balls into his mouth. He rolled it around gently, reveling in the sounds of pleasure emanating from his lover's lips before carefully releasing it to lavish the same attention on its twin. When he was through, he raised his head until Justin met his gaze. "Roll over," he said softly.

Justin complied, hugging a pillow to his chest and trying to control his breathing as Brian moved to once again cover his body. He felt the soft kisses being rained on the back of his neck and shivered slightly at the feeling. When Brian's tongue began its journey down his back, he closed his eyes, savouring the sensations he was currently experiencing as well as those he knew were to come.

Brian made his way slowly toward his goal, his tongue stopping every few inches to draw obscure patterns on the smooth skin. By the time he reached the twin mounds of flesh Justin was already trembling with anticipation. Parting the cheeks with his hands, he slowly laved a wet trail down the length of the familiar crack, eliciting a gasp and then a long, low moan from his lover. With a small smile, he began to focus his attention on the puckered opening, nipping teasingly at the small folds of skin with his teeth before pointing his tongue and pushing it slowly inside.

Justin was beside himself with need. Each time Brian's tongue pressed into him it went deeper, flicking his inner walls with each withdrawal only to raise him to new levels of ecstasy with every blissful stroke. His cock was uncomfortably hard beneath him and he didn't know how much longer he could endure the sweet torture, but, as always, Brian did. He paused each time Justin got too close to the edge, soothing him with soft caresses along his hips as he waited for his lover to retreat a safe distance from the point of no return before starting all over again.

Brian knew that the other man was more than ready to be fucked, but he wanted more. He wanted to take him to that place where nothing made sense except the sheer pleasure he was feeling. When his skin flushed a deep pink and the intelligent blue eyes gave way to wide pools of mindless release.

Leaning back, he stroked a hand gently over the smooth skin of Justin's ass. "I want to see you," he whispered softly.

Justin rolled onto his back, blue eyes instantly connecting with hazel. "Fuck me, Brian," he breathed.

"Soon," Brian promised, stroking one thigh while he leaned over to kiss the younger man deeply. "Very soon."

With that, he moved from the bed to the box in the closet. When he returned, he held an object in his hand that made Justin's eyes widen noticeably.

Brian smiled when he saw that his lover knew what was coming. They didn't use these often, but when they did, Justin's orgasms were nothing short of explosive. He waited, watching as Justin swallowed hard and then gave a small nod.

Taking the tube from the nightstand, Brian lubed the beads with care. They weren't the largest Justin had ever taken, but there were a lot of them and he didn't want the younger man experiencing any unnecessary discomfort.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

Justin nodded and pulled his knees back, resting the soles of his feet flat on the mattress. Brian slid one slick thumb into the already wet hole, knowing that the rimming had opened Justin enough to proceed. He pushed the first bead in slowly, watching the myriad of expressions flitting through his lover's eyes. Once it popped smoothly past the ring of muscle, he inserted the second and the third, each one as slowly as the first.

"You OK?" Brian asked softly, stroking Justin's stomach while he waited for the man to adjust.

"Yeah," Justin managed to breathe. "More."

Brian complied, slowly inserting the next two before pausing again. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on Justin's brow and he reached one hand up to lightly trace his fingers through it. "Enough?"

Justin panted a few times as his body adjusted to the unusual fullness. "More," he whispered.

Three more of the smooth round beads disappeared into Justin's eager hole before he'd reached his limit. He fisted the sheets tightly, his head tossing restlessly from side to side on the pillow. He knew he could come just from the feel of the beads filling him, but he wanted to wait for what he knew was still to come.

Brian stroked the blond's lower abdomen in a soothing rhythm, knowing the other man needed time to calm down before they could continue. Once he was satisfied that Justin was ready, he leaned in to kiss him, only pulling back when the need to breathe became an issue. "Ready?"

Justin met his eyes and smiled softly. "Yeah."

Brian moved down to resume his place between his partners legs and blew softly on the glistening tip of his cock. When Justin moaned at the sensation, he took the head into his mouth, running his tongue over the slit while one hand reached for the small remote he'd left on the edge of the bed. He ran his thumb over the smooth red button and pressed firmly, his other hand holding Justin's hip as the young man arched up, thrusting his hard length deep into Brian's waiting mouth.

"Fuck!" Justin exclaimed as the vibrations inside him combined with the feel of his lover's mouth on his dick. Brian was sucking him voraciously now, taking him deep and swallowing around the engorged head before pulling back with long, hard suction.

"Brian!"

Brian's eyes flicked upward, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile of satisfaction as he watched his lover flailing on the edge of losing his mind. One hand reached for the string of beads while the other pressed another button on the remote, turning to vibrations to a higher level.

"Arrghhhh!" Justin shouted.

Brian nearly lost it when he heard that sound, knowing that Justin, at least the coherent, intelligent man he normally was, was gone. He could feel the vibrations radiating through Justin's dick in his mouth and couldn't resist a throaty groan as his own cock reacted favourably. Intensifying his efforts, he put everything he knew into the blowjob, bringing the other man to the brink of climax before deep-throating him one final time and swallowing hard.

The effect was immediate. With an inhuman cry, Justin exploded down his throat, his body convulsing on waves of pleasure as Brian pulled the pulsing beads from his body at the height of his orgasm. By the time the last bead popped free, Justin had stopped shooting but was still lost in the intense orgasmic haze that shrouded him. Lifting the trembling legs onto his shoulders, Brian sheathed his cock and plunged into the quivering hole without further delay, knowing that if he timed it right, he'd be able to trigger another orgasm before his young lover had totally recovered from the first.

He folded the lithe body nearly in half, crushing the trembling lips in a mind-blowing kiss as his hips snapped forward in long, hard thrusts. Justin's hands clawed at his back, trying to bring his lover impossibly closer and Brian wrapped his arms around the body beneath him, holding it tight as it climbed back toward the heights from which it had just retreated.

Justin panted into the kiss, his mind registering nothing except the intense pleasure he was receiving as he neared yet another climax. Brian's hard cock pounded into him relentlessly, his lover's mouth swallowing his cries of surrender as he let himself go.

Brian pulled back from the kiss and pressed his forehead to Justin's as he continued the nearly punishing rhythm of strokes into the willing ass. "That's it," he panted. "Let go, Justin."

Justin opened his eyes and marveled at the intense feelings radiating from the hazel ones above him. It was as though Brian's feelings melded with his own and that was enough to push him over the edge into oblivion. "Briiiiiiaaaaan!" he practically sobbed as his orgasm was ripped from him. His mind soared over the edge and his body convulsed taking Brian along with him for the euphoric ride.

Brian collapsed on the younger man for a moment, his mind reeling from the intensity of their union. Not wanting to crush his lover, he rolled to Justin's side and took the condom off, discarding it in the wastebasket next to the bed before reaching to pull the unusually silent blond into his arms.

"You OK?" he asked quietly, rubbing gentle circles on the man's back. He smiled when he received only a small nod in reply. He knew that Justin's mind hadn't yet reconnected with his body and he pulled him closer. For reasons Brian didn't want to examine too closely, it was important that he be holding Justin when he returned to his normally aware state of mind.

After a comfortable moment in silence, Justin sighed. "That was…" He let his voice trail off, knowing there were no words to describe what he'd felt.

"Your most memorable fuck?" Brian teased gently.

Justin looked up at him and smiled. "One of the top ten, anyway," he replied, his words punctuated with a yawn.

Brian chuckled, knowing that sleep was next on the agenda for both of them. "Go to sleep, Brat," he murmured, kissing the top of Justin's head.

********

The next two days passed quickly, each of them caught up in the day to day chaos that was their lives. On the day of the Open Mike event, Brian came home to find Justin printing something out of the computer.

"Hey."

Justin looked up and flashed a bright smile. "Hey. I was just printing out what I'm going to say tonight."

Brian's tongue dove into his cheek as he nodded. He had to give his lover credit, he was playing it right up until the very end, but he knew there was no way he'd be able to get up on that stage and divulge his most private, innermost emotions. And it was those feelings that made a fuck memorable in Justin's mind. While Brian might be more apt to relate merely the physical side, Justin could no more leave out the emotion than he could leave off breathing.

"Care to share which experience you'll be elucidating?" he asked.

Justin carefully folded the sheet and put it in his back pocket before shutting down the program. Only then did he regale his lover with yet another of the smiles that had earned him his nickname. "Nope. You'll have to wait and be surprised like everyone else." He got to his feet, gave his man a proper welcome home kiss and headed to the kitchen to finish up preparations for dinner.

Brian eyed the computer with a modicum of unease, but then shook it off. No way. It was his job to predict reactions and he was confident that the wager he'd offered Justin would be rejected in the end. While he might try valiantly to hold up his end of the deal, Brian was sure he'd forfeit when push came to shove. He had to. Brian was counting on it.

"Want me to proof read it for you?" Brian teased, referring to the times he'd looked over Justin's college papers at his request.

Justin laughed. "Nice try. I'm not exactly aiming for a degree in erotica, so I'm sure it's acceptable the way it is."

Brian shrugged and moved into the bedroom to change out of his suit.

Justin was watching him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't resist a smug smile. Brian thought he had him all figured out. He was so sure that Justin would refuse at the last moment, that getting up and telling everyone about his most memorable sexual experience would be too embarrassing.

Of course, as usual, Brian was right. There was no fucking way he'd stand on a stage and recount some of the most personal moments of his life for a bunch of horny fags. He wasn't sure it was possible to verbalize anyway. How could he put into words the way his breath would catch in his throat when the man he loved looked at him with that open, unguarded expression reserved only for him? Words couldn't describe the way his heart pounded in his chest when they crossed the line between fucking and making love, when it was so much more than just their bodies involved.

And Brian knew all that, the fucker.

What he didn't know was that Justin had learned a lot in the time he'd lived in Kinney-world. Brian might know him, but he didn't take into consideration that Justin knew he knew him and that he knew Brian just as well, even if Brian didn't know it. His own convoluted logic momentarily confused him and he didn't notice Brian had returned dressed in jeans and a black wifebeater.

"…bar?"

He pulled his mind back to the present as he heard Brian's voice. "Huh?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "Did Mikey say he was meeting us here or at the bar?"

"Oh, at the bar," Justin answered, dividing the stir-fry onto two plates and carrying them to the table. Brian grabbed a bottle of wine and joined him. They ate in comfortable silence until Brian couldn't stand it any longer.

"Look, Justin," he began, causing the other man to look up expectantly. "We both know you're not going to go through with this, so why don't we avoid all the last-minute dramatics and you can concede now."

Justin grinned. "Actually, at first I really didn't want to, but now that I've decided on my most memorable fuck, I can hardly wait to get up there." He had to hold in a laugh at the expression on Brian's face. "Even if I didn't want to," he continued with a small shrug. "A deal's a deal, remember?"

"Yeah," Brian replied after a moment.

"Well, we'd better get going," Justin announced, getting to his feet and carrying the empty plates to the table. "I told Michael we'd be there by nine."

Brian was staring across the room at the computer and didn't hear a word.

"Brian?" Justin called loudly from the kitchen.

"Hmm?"

Justin smirked. "I erased the file if that's what you're wondering."

Brian got up with a shrug. "I was thinking about a campaign."

"Uh huh," Justin grinned knowingly. "Get ready, we have to go."

"Yes, dear," he replied in that falsetto voice that never failed to elicit a roll of the eyes from his partner.

********

The gang was already there when they arrived.

"Guys!" Michael called, waving them over as if it would be hard to spot them at the same table they always occupied.

"Hey, Mikey," Brian greeted his friend as he took one of the two empty seats. "Guys."

They exchanged greetings and Michael turned once more to his friend. "We may have to make an early appearance at Babylon. It's Open Mike tonight."

Justin cast a knowing look in Brian's direction. "Oh, I don't know, Michael. It could prove quite entertaining."

Ted noticed the look and laughed wryly. "I don't think you two fucking on stage is the sort of 'performance' they're looking for."

With a shrug, Justin reached into his pocket and pulled out the sheet of paper.

"What's that, sweetie?" Emmett asked.

"Just something I have to practice," Justin said with an innocent smile.

"Oh! Like a speech? I won an award for a speech once. It was in fourth grade and my teacher, Miss Applegate…"

"I doubt Miss Applegate is teaching at PIFA," Brian commented dryly.

Emmett narrowed his eyes at his friend before turning his attention back to Justin. "Anyway, I might be able to give you some tips if you'd like."

"It's not really a speech, Em, but thanks, anyway," Justin replied politely.

"Oh," Emmett said, slightly deflated. "Well, then, what is it?"

"Yeah, Sunshine," Brian joined in, snatching the paper from Justin's hand with lightening speed. "What is it?"

Justin nearly breathed a sigh of relief. He'd honestly thought Brian would have wrestled the incriminating sheet from him at the loft and had been getting rather nervous by the time they'd arrived at the bar. Biting his bottom lip, he watched as Brian unfolded the paper and began to read. After what could only have been a few lines, his eyes widened slightly and rose to lock on Justin's.

The look in the hazel orbs had Justin swallowing hard before offering a sheepish smile.

"I need a smoke," Brian stated, folding the paper once again and getting to his feet. Once outside, he lit a cigarette and walked slowly toward where the Jeep was parked under a streetlamp. Once there, he leaned against the vehicle and unfolded the narrative. Starting at the beginning, he settled in to read.

I've been asked to stand up here and tell the story of my most memorable fuck. Truthfully, I wasn't asked so much as challenged. I lost a bet and this is the price I have to pay, so here goes.

Living with Brian Kinney off and on for the last four years, it was hard to come up with just one out of so many memorable fucks. I'm sure most of you here know from experience just how amazing a Brian Kinney fuck can be.

(pause for snickers and catcalls)

Brian smiled at the notation, then continued to read.

Out of the thousands I had to choose from, I finally decided my most memorable fuck was the night I returned from LA. Brian had picked me up at the airport and we'd barely made it back to the loft before we were tearing at each other's clothes. God, I'd missed him so much and judging from the way he was trying to devour me in the elevator, he'd missed me too.

There was more than one fuck that night, the first up against the door when we first came in, then on the sofa and the chaise before we finally made it to the bedroom. Once there, I was treated to a famous Kinney blowjob and a rimming that defies description.

But as memorable as each and every one of those was, the one I'll never forget is the one that came next. We were lying side by side with my head on his chest, against his wishes, of course, because we all know Brian Kinney doesn't cuddle. I turned my head and started kissing his chest, unable to get enough of his scent, his taste, everything I'd been missing for what seemed like ages.

And that's when it happened.

Brian handed me a condom and rolled onto his stomach. For a minute, I thought maybe I'd come home to the wrong loft, but then I realized what he was really saying. We weren't just together again, we were entering a new phase in our lives. Partners in mind and body. I took my time, savouring every second as I prepared him and slowly pushed my way inside. It was one of the most incredible moments of my life. I took it long and slow, wanting it to last forever, and when we finally came, it was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. We lay together afterward in silence, knowing words were not only unnecessary, but inadequate. Before we drifted off to sleep, Brian kissed me and whispered, "Welcome home, Sunshine," and I knew he wasn't just talking about the loft or Pittsburgh. For the first time since we'd met, I felt like I had a real home and his name was Brian Kinney.

P.S. - You were right, Brian. I could never share my most intimate thoughts with anyone else.

He folded the paper slowly and looked up to see the author standing a few feet away, his expression bordering on fearful. "Sorry," Justin finally said, forcing a sheepish smile.

Brian looked at him in silence for a moment. "So that was it, huh? Your most memorable fuck."

The tone was even, showing no emotion and Justin wasn't sure how angry he was. He knew Brian didn't like to be seen in a vulnerable light, even by Justin - maybe especially by Justin and he was having second thoughts about putting the experience in harsh black and white. Knowing his partner was waiting for a response, he nodded slowly. "Yeah."

Brian was silent for another moment. "You played me."

Justin shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah." He paused for a second. "But you played me first."

There was a slight twitch at the corner of Brian's mouth that didn't go unnoticed by Justin and he let out a breath in relief. "So … uh … now what?"

Brian seemed to be considering the question. He'd tried to manipulate the situation to his advantage and Justin had turned the tables on him. While he knew he should probably be pissed, he felt a strange sense of pride knowing he had someone in Justin who could match him not only in stamina, but in intelligence and strategy. It actually felt good to have someone who could challenge him on so many levels.

"You still lost the bet," he said, a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"Fine," Justin retorted with a smile as he reached for the sheet of paper. "It's not too late to hit the stage."

Holding the paper out of reach with one hand, Brian used the other to grab Justin's shirt and pull him close. "I don't think so, Sunshine."

With a knowing smile, Justin slipped his arms around his lover's waist. "Well, since I was more than ready to uphold my end and you're the one who won't let me, I don't think that actually counts as a forfeit, so now what?"

Brian laughed and kissed him hard. "I guess all bets are off."

Justin smiled and leaned in for a deeper, more meaningful kiss. When they parted, he rested his head on Brian's chest, enjoying the closeness and uncaring that they were leaning against the Jeep on a busy street. "You're not mad about what I wrote?" he finally asked quietly.

Brian let out a long breath. "It's not like I'm not familiar with your penchant for reading too much into things," he finally answered.

Justin's head snapped up indignantly, only to come face to face with a pair of laughing hazel eyes. "Asshole," he replied, pinching his lover's side but unable to completely hide a smile of his own.

"Hey!"

Both men turned to see Michael standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you two coming back in or what?"

They looked at each other. "Well?" Justin asked. "Are we?"

"That depends," Brian mused. "Do you want to sit through Liberty Ave's version of Tiny Talent Time…" He rolled his eyes at the expression that told him the reference was lost on his much younger lover. "Or, do you want to go back to the loft and add to that memorable list of yours?"

Justin turned toward Michael with a grin. "We're going home."

The End

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