“Um….Brian? What are you doing?”
Justin emerged out of the bathroom from his shower, a white towel clinging to his hips. In front of their bed lay two suitcases instead of the previous one. Puzzled, Justin watched as Brian reached into his side of the closet and began incessantly tossing his clothes in one of the cases. 
“Packing,” Brian answered, as if it were obvious, “we’re leaving for Maine tomorrow.”
“We?” Justin folded his arms across his chest, suspicious. 
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” It was impossible to tell whether or not his smile was sarcastic or serious. “I decided you should come.”
“Really?” Cocking his head to one side, Justin circled him closer. Brian’s senses perked up as the clean scent of Justin reached him; smelling achingly familiar and incredibly intoxicating. He had to close his eyes for a moment, just to fight down the rush of sensations he wanted to act upon. “Why? You don’t have a ticket for me.”
Brian clenched his jaw at Justin’s persistence, “Do I need a reason? Quit complaining about going on a vacation for Christ’s sake.” 
Lacking the confidence to argue otherwise Justin let him be and yawned. Besides, he didn’t think he was up to or could handle another vicious fight. Proceeding to the bed he shed his towel and climbed in on his side; the cool sheets feeling relaxing in contrast to the hot shower he had taken. Not ready to give in to sleep just yet he opened his nightstand drawer to pull out a book. All other surroundings slipped away as he lost himself in the story; reading profusely. 
Until the book was jerked out of his hands. 
“Brian!”
“Why,” Brian droned, examining the book, “do you read this? ‘Interview with the Vampire?’ Good God Justin, this is pure shit.” 
“Well I like it so give it back,” Justin snapped, more than slightly tweaked to see his precious story being mocked. Brian randomly flipped through the pages; brows furrowing as he let out a curt laugh.
“Lestat and Louis? Sounds like a couple of fags to me.” 
“Cut it out, give me back my book already.”
Brian shook his head, feet firmly planted on the bed on either side of Justin’s body. Gaze settling on Justin’s pouty expression and naked form lying underneath him, heat pulsed through his veins, between his thighs. Still dangling the book like bait, Justin had enough.
“You are so impossible!” Grudgingly standing up, he made a jump for it. Brian being only a little taller than Justin, held it higher. Justin whimpered as he jumped again, “Would you stop being an asshole and just give it to me?”
“Give it to you?” Brian repeated smoothly.
“Yes!” Justin shrieked, “give it to me!” 
“No problem.” Catching Justin in the midst of another jump, Brian threw the book over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around Justin’s figure. “You said you wanted me to give it to you,” he whispered almost incoherently in Justin’s ear. His lips caressed the side of Justin’s neck, a favorite hot spot; lips sliding further down his neck, tasting every inch of soft skin until Brian reached his collarbone. Brown eyes gleaming with hunger, there was no hesitation as Brain lowered himself and captured one of Justin’s tight buds in his mouth, sucking gently. 
Justin’s reaction was immediate; body arching against Brian’s, nails racking into his back. 
“Aah, Bri,” he moaned, knowing he could not pull away. Brian silently lowered him down on the mattress using a hand to free the buttons on his own shirt and pants. Justin swallowed thickly as he felt Brian’s mouth begin to work on him mercilessly, his tongue creating fire with each flick against his skin. Alternating between kisses and gentle nips; Brian secretly found himself enjoying the tiny gasps of pleasure Justin let out. 
“Ugh, Brian!”
He could feel Justin’s hot breath on his chest, panting for him. 
“Hm?” He cooed, pulling Justin up towards him and crushed his body up molding to fit his, engaging him in a wet fevered kiss. Justin entwined his fingers in Brian’s hair desperately pulling him forward, seeking to plunge his tongue deeper into his mouth. 
Brian trailed moist kisses down Justin’s jaw and neck, making only brief stops to suck as he made his way to his ultimate destination; giving the blonde a clear indication of what he was about to receive. 
Justin knew he had completely lost all control when Brian enveloped him in his mouth. The friction of wet, velvet heat over him was enough to force a strangled cry from his lips. His entire body became a slave to Brian’s mouth; hips starting to thrust gently into the tight ring of flesh that encased him. Brian was ruthless as he sucked him hard and insistently; his tongue laving the heavy shaft before culminating in warm pressure against the head. Justin felt him explore the slit and swirl his tongue over the tip. 
“Brian!” He cried out, unaware he had done it until the words escaped him. It was building inside him, the need to release into that warm mouth — and Brian knew it. Lips leaving his cock, Brian slid into Justin’s body with one hard brutal stroke. Justin arched at the penetration, hands and legs wrapping themselves around Brian’s body as he pushed deeper. 
“Oh, ah — Brian!” Justin moaned out as his pace increased, soaring higher with each thrust, making it hard to breathe for the pleasure of it. Brian felt the last vestiges of his control snap as they both slipped over the edge, drawn into a chasm of ecstasy, until they lay next to each other panting.
“Oh,” Justin’s legs dropped as he gulped for air, “god.” 
“Mmph,” Brian rolled on his side, facing Justin, “now don’t tell me, that wasn’t better than your stupid vampire book.”
Failing to stop the grin from spreading across his face, Justin snuggled up to his chest, playfully drawing imaginary circles on his stomach with his finger. 
“I love you.”
“Yeah,” Brian slapped his hand away, “that was a good fuck.” 
“I love you,” meekly, Justin tried again. 
“I heard you.”
“Well aren’t you going to say it back?”
Brian turned over on his other side, back now facing Justin. An awkward silence hung in the air. Striving to not get hysterical with frustration, Justin could not help it as his voice began to rise when he spoke, “You really scared me earlier Brian. In the kitchen.”
Silence.
“And last night. Last night — “
“You had your legs in the air like you’re supposed to.” Brian finished cruelly, propping himself up on his elbows. “As for earlier, you were asking for it. Don’t whine and bitch about how I act, when you are the one who spreads your legs for me after being pushed around.” 
Justin smacked him. Hard. Brian felt blood dribble from his bottom lip and his hand flew up to catch Justin’s wrist. 
“I hate you Brian! I hate you for making me care, for making me love you! I miss the old you,” he gasped, “I miss you — why is there this new you?” His voice broke, “he’s a fucking horrible replacement! I hate you for letting him take you! You can’t understand anymore because you don’t care, you’re selfish and stupid. I know there’s still the smart and giving part of you buried inside, deep inside, but it’s so deep these days I can’t see it anymore and I have to remind myself of the way you used to be. I can’t see you like this! Please stop, for me. It scares me so much.”
Practically hyperventilating from his outburst Justin simply sat there, waiting for a response. Heart falling when Brian slipped out of bed, walking to the bathroom.
“Brian,” Justin called after him, “Brian!”
Slam. The door shut loudly.
“Figures,” He muttered, turning off all the lights in the room. He curled up in the dark hugging his pillow tightly, especially when Brian came out and climbed back under the covers. 
“Hey,” his raspy voice sliced into Justin. Whipping around Justin opened his mouth to talk, scream, yell, anything to catch Brian’s attention but he was silenced unexpectedly by soft, wet lips pressing against his. Brian’s mouth was warm and a tear coursed down Justin’s cheek and fell onto his face. The kiss was halted by Brian, who tore away.
“I set the alarm for six. Since it takes a while to drive to the airport.”
It was Justin’s turn to say nothing, as his eyes fluttered away from Brian’s form. He just wanted to fall into an oblivion of sleep