Justin parked the Jeep outside his sister’s house; formally his parents house. He looked at it and sighed. It was his turn to take Evan to one of his games and also they had agreed that he would take his little brother for the weekend. That’s when he thought about his parents the most; when he had to play the father role for his brother and his older sister played mother to Evan. His parents have had a car accident when Evan was one year old. They didn’t know how but Evan had survived the crash without a scratch on him. Molly who had only turned nineteen, still a kid in many ways, took the responsibility of the both of them. Justin had been seventeen and hated his parents’ dead with fierce anger but even more the fact that Evan never got to see what a loving mother and wonderful father he had; life was just not fair. “Hey, kiddo,” Molly said when Justin came inside the house after knocking once. “Is he ready?” Justin asked rolling his eyes. He hated when she called him that as if she was so much older. “Not even hi for me?” Molly asked crossing her arms. Justin walked to her and kissed her on the cheek. “How are you?” “That’s better,” Molly told him. “And I’m good. How about you?” Justin shrugged. “I’m okay.” “Is everything okay?” Molly asked as she moved to the kitchen. Justin followed her already pouting. He hated when she went all parental on him. “I said I was fine.” Molly raised a brow. “Are you sure?” “Molly,” Justin groaned. “Jesus, leave me the fuck alone. I said I was okay.” “Mmm mphm,” Molly grunted knowing something was bothering her little brother. “Do you want something to drink?” Justin shook his head. Then his phone started ringing. He picked up and a smile came across his face immediately. “Hey,” he said. Molly raised a brow. She could see that whoever was calling was making his brother smile like a total fool. She had never seen that reaction in her brother. “What are you doing?” Brian asked playfully. “I’m at my sister’s house picking up my brother,” Justin informed him. “Today’s his game.” “That’s today,” Brian said groaning. He knew about it. “I don’t like this,” he said. He also knew that Evan would be staying with Justin and that so complicated his plans. Justin laughed. “Didn’t your parents teach you how to share?” “Never,” Brian answered. His parents hadn’t taught him much that he could put to good use. “Maybe we can see each other later,” Justin told him. “Right,” Brian said already imagining having the blond in his arms. “The things I want to do to you.” Justin’s jaw tightened. He could hear the lust in Brian’s voice. “Don’t start. I’ll call you later.” Brian grinned knowing that Justin was thinking about them together, that his baby’s cock was probably stirring. That drove him crazy. “Okay, later,” he said. He had work to do. Justin hung up and took a deep breath. He hated how Brian could get him so horny so quick and only by talking to him and yet he loved every minute of it. “What’s with you?” Molly asked. “Nothing,” Justin assured her. “You are acting weird,” Molly pointed out. “One minute you’re looking piss off and now you can’t stop smiling.” Justin frowned. Now his smile was gone as quick as it had arrived. “Here we go again,” Molly pointed out as she grabbed the pitcher of ice tea that she had left in the kitchen island. She moved to put it on the fridge. “So?” “What?” Justin asked as he looked at his sister. He sat in the stool and too a sip of her drink. “You are in love,” Molly teased. She couldn’t believe it but it was true; she could see it. “No,” Justin told her in a dead tone. “It’s nothing like that.” Molly knew something was wrong the second that Justin’s demeanor changed. And she was going to find out. “Justin, tell me what’s wrong.” “Nothing is wrong,” Justin told her quickly. “Is Evan ready?” “Do not change the subject,” she said sternly. She picked her glass but didn’t drink from it right away. “Don’t push it,” Justin retorted getting annoyed. The last thing he wanted was to talk with his sister about Brian. She would only tell him how wrong he was and that he’d been raised better. “Justin!” Evan came into the kitchen yelling with happiness. Justin smiled as he got off the stool then picked his brother up. Soon enough he wouldn’t be able to do that. “How is my main man?” “I’m great,” Evan said when he was put back on the floor. “I’m so happy that I’m staying with you for the weekend. We’re going to have so much fun,” he said smiling widely. He was an exact copy of the older blond. “Of course we are,” Justin said and looked at his sister. He rolled his eyes seeing the look she was giving him. He knew she was far from over with the issue at hand. There was no way in hell that he was ever going to tell her; he could be pretty stubborn when he needed to be. “We should be going. We don’t want to be late for your game.” Evan nodded and went to hug his older sister. “I promise to be good.” Justin chuckled and shook his head. He moved to the living room where he had seen Evan’s things and grabbed them. “You call me if anything happens,” Molly said walking behind the two blonds. “Sure thing,” Justin replied. “Bye,” Molly called after them as she stood in the door watching them. Evan turned around and waved at her. Molly watched them until they were gone. She was going to find out what was going on with her brother one way or another. She could be as persistent with her brother when she needed to be. *** Brian made it to Justin’s apartment in record time. As soon as the blond told him that Evan was sleeping he was on his way. Justin had left the door open for him and he went inside; he closed and locked it. “Flash has made a come back?” Justin asked and laughed as he carried his tools to the sink. Brian licked his lips and walked over to Justin. He stood behind the blond and let him see what his urgency was all about. “Mmm,” Justin purred. “That feels good.” “It can feel much better if I get it inside you, trust me,” Brian answered in a hoarse voice and kissed Justin’s neck. “Let me finish here,” Justin told him. “I don’t want the paint drying on these brushes. They’re expensive.” Brian sighed and pulled back. Contrary to popular belief he could control himself if he wanted to. “Do you like my painting?” Justin asked as he nodded towards his studio. Brian walked over to the room. He looked around at the mess that Justin had in there and shook his head. Then he moved to the painting that obviously was the one that the blond had been working on; the paint was still drying and it was in the middle of the room. Brian looked at it and anger flared in him. “So?” Justin said as he came back. He had left the brushes in the sink as hot water ran through them. Brian licked his lips. “It’s Emmett.” “I know who it is,” Justin answered. “Do you like it?” “Is fine,” Brian replied. Justin pouted. “I liked it and I think that it’s better than fine.” Brian ran his fingers through his hair and got out of there before he went crazy and did something stupid like punch the painting. “Brian, what’s wrong?” Justin asked noticing Brian’s change. “Nothing,” Brian growled. “Where do you know Emmett from?” “He has says hi a few times at the diner,” Justin informed him. “And the other days he invited me to go to Babylon. I did but didn’t stay for long. He was with his friend Ted.” Brian was boiling now. But the angrier he got the calmer he looked. He had heard about the blond hanging out with Emmett but he didn’t think anything about it until now. Justin frowned. “Bri?” “What is this about you and Emmett?” Brian asked. “Do you like him?” “What?” Justin asked as he walked to the sink. “Are you doing drugs? What the fuck do you mean me and Emmett? And no, I don’t like him in that way, Brian,” he answered. He could hear the anger in Brian’s voice. “Mmm,” Brian grunted. “Michael told me that Emmett never stopped talking about you. He wants you,” Brian said as he thought about the painting that Justin had made. His thoughts were quickly shifting to think the worst. The painting meant something was really happening, he thought. “Well,” Justin frowned as he closed the hot water. “I met him but that’s all there is to it. I’m not with him and I don’t want to be with him. I did the painting because Emmett stands out wherever he is. It gave me inspiration.” Brian stared at Justin not liking the idea that anyone but him could give the blond inspiration. Without warning he stalked off towards the blond. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and started kissing him fiercely. “Brian,” Justin gasped when he managed to pull back. “Wait,” he said wanting to finish cleaning his brushes. “I have to clean this or they will get ruin.” “I’ll buy you new ones,” Brian informed him as he picked Justin up. Justin dropped the brushes not sure if they fell on the floor or the sink or wherever. He didn’t care as Brian carried him away to his bedroom. “We have to be quiet,” Justin said to the brunet as the man deposited him on the bed. “Evan is in the next room.” Brian grinned. “I don’t scream like you do.” “Shut up,” Justin told him and kneeled on the bed. He started helping the brunet getting rid of his clothes. Then they moved to take Justin’s off. “You’re perfect,” Brian whispered as he caressed the blond’s abdomen. “You feel so good.” Justin closed his eyes and sighed. He loved the way Brian was touching him; getting to know every bit about him. It made him so aroused and drowning with desire. His hands reached out to touch the man’s skin and it was just a delicious act for him. “I’m going to take you hard and fast,” Brian promised close to Justin’s ear as he grabbed the lube. “Tell me how much you love it when I do.” “Brian,” Justin groaned. “Fuck me please. I want to feel you deep inside.” “You do?” Brian asked as he pushed a lube finger inside the blond. “Oh god, yes,” Justin moaned. “I love it when you fuck me hard and fast.” Brian smiled and bent down to kiss his blond. Justin was his and Emmett or anyone else wasn’t going to take his man away. Justin belonged to him and he would let them see. He moved to Justin’s neck and first he kissed Justin but then he started nibbling at the skin. “Come on,” Justin gasped out. “Please.” Brian smiled when Justin shoved a condom into his hand. He ripped it open with his teeth and put it on. He turned the blond around and squeezed Justin’s ass before he started entering him. When he was inside the blond he knew how perfectly well they fit together; always. Justin gripped the sheets as Brian fucked him. At one point he did start to moan louder each time and Brian kissed him and shoved his tongue inside his mouth to quiet him. They moved in unison, already knowing how the other one work and what each movement and moan meant. “Mine,” Brian growled as he came. Justin felt the world shaking under him. Everything was gone but him and Brian. When he opened his eyes again Brian was pulling out of him. “Do you think he heard us?” Brian asked suddenly. “What?” Justin asked confused. “Oh,” he said remembering his brother. “I don’t’ think so.” Brian kissed the back of Justin’s neck. One finger tracing the red mark that was starting to come to light. Justin then realized that Brian had suck so hard on his neck. It felt so good at the time but he new it was going to leave a mark. He was going to have a hickey like some high school kid. He was going to kill Brian. “Brian,” he protested. “What?” Brian asked as he closed his eyes and moved closer to Justin. “You marked me,” Justin growled and glared at Brian. Brian shrugged. “Too bad.” Justin knew what the brunet was doing and it pissed him off and yet it made him blush like some school girl. Brian didn’t have the right to mark him as his, he thought suddenly. “Next time you do it, I’ll do the same to you.” Brian turned to look at the blond. “I don’t care,” he assured the blond before he closed his eyes slowly. He was resting a bit and then he was going to pound on the blond once again. “Why?” Justin asked angry. “Because, you can tell Michael one of your tricks got out of hand.” Brian’s eyes snapped open. He stared at Justin for a few seconds and then sat up. He sighed and got out of the bed. He kept silent as he gathered his clothes and when he did he left. Justin stayed in his bed not moving or trying to think. But as the lonesomeness set in he couldn’t deny that he loved how Brian had marked him. He even touched the spot and shuddered still feeling the brunet there. And it wasn’t right for Brian to mark him when he couldn’t do the same and that was what angered him so much. *** As soon as Brian entered he dinner he regretted it. Michael was with him and in one of the booths were Emmett and Justin. He hadn’t talked to the blond in a week now and he was doing pretty fine or so he liked to tell himself everyday. He would say ‘You don’t need him’ over and over again in his head, but it was useless. “Come on,” Michael said as he pulled on his arm so they could go sit with the guys. “Hey,” Emmett said smiling. “How are you guys?” Justin looked up at Brian and didn’t know what he was feeling. Part of the blond was happy to see the brunet but the other part was mad that he was there with Michael. Jealousy was definitely a bad thing and it was eating him alive. “Morning, Jus,” Michael said cheerfully as he sat down next to Emmett. Brain swallowed and sat down next to Justin. He felt like a wave of heat was coming from Justin’s side and enveloping him. His legs were shaking and for the first time in his life he was scared that anyone could read his thought; that they were as clear as day across his face. “We were about to leave,” Justin blurted out. He had to get out of there before he lost his mind. It was true that Emmett and him had decided to leave but then they had stayed talking on the table. “I mean, not that we don’t want to share with you guys, but personally I have like a million things to do.” “You’re your own boss,” Brian pointed out. Then he wondered if anyone would see his need for the blond to stay. Justin looked at Brian and nodded. He was trying so hard to hide his smile. Brian wanted him to stay there a bit longer. Maybe the brunet had missed him as much as he had Brian. “You know,” Emmett said. “Justin and I are planning on going to Babylon tonight. Do you guys want to come?” “We can’t,” Michael said. “Brian has a lot of work.” “We can go,” Brian blurted out quickly. Michael frowned as he looked at Brian. “I asked you this morning and you said you had a lot of work to do?” “You don’t want me to go?” Brian asked arching a brow. Justin was going to explode with happiness. Then he frowned not sure how things were going to go. Brian was going to be there but so would Michael. And he definitely wasn’t going to be able to be touching Brian. He hated his luck so much. “No,” Michael protested. “Of course I want you to go. I just thought you had things to do.” “You know what,” Brian said. “You’re right. I do have work to do.” Emmett frowned. “Who understand you, Brian? So, you’re not going?” “No,” Brian said. Justin licked his lips and looked at Brian. If Brian didn’t go and he did it would be great. He could make up that he had to go up early or something and be home early but that still left Michael… “You go with them, Mikey,” Brian said. “I want you to have a good time. And I won’t be able to hang out with you or anything else. I really do have a shit load of things to do.” Michael sighed. “Fine,” the dark haired man said. “But I’m going to miss you.” “I bet,” Brian answered as he looked towards Debbie. “Some service would be nice,” he called to her. “Shut up,” Debbie shouted at him. Brian rolled his eyes. His right hand was on his thigh and slowly he moved it to Justin’s thigh. He felt the blond shaking and smiled. “I have to go,” Justin told them abruptly. “I really do guys.” “Okay,” Emmett said frowning. “I’ll see you tonight.” Justin nodded and looked at Brian. Brian kept a serious face as he got up to let Justin get out. “Later,” he said as if he was saying goodbye to anyone he knew, but they both knew what that later held. Justin didn’t even answer. He was trying to hide the erection that he had. He waved bye to them and was out of there. “What is with him?” Michael asked. Brian shrugged. “How the fuck should I know?” he answered. One of his usual answers to anything he didn’t care about. But this time it was just a show. He cared about Justin. And now, with the turn of events he wasn’t regretting coming to the diner like before. He had gotten to see the blond if only for a few minutes. “The other days he had this hickey he was trying to hide,” Emmett told them. “I think he might be seeing someone.” Brian was gloating inside. The message he set had been received loud and clear. *** Brian opened his eyes slowly and smiled when he found that he was tangled with Justin’s body. He turned them around so that the blond was on top of him. He caressed Justin’s naked back and then grabbed the blond’s ass and still the younger man slept. “Bri,” Justin moaned when Brian started sucking on his neck. “No.” Brian laughed and pulled his mouth away. “How did you sleep?” Justin opened his eyes and blinked a few times. “Shit!” “What?” Brian asked. “What time is it, Brian?” Justin asked pulling away from the brunet. Brian looked at the alarm clock. “Nine.” “Fuck!” Justin hissed. “I’m supposed to be at home right now. I’m supposed to take Evan because Molly is leaving. Shit!” Brian sighed as he got out of bed as well. Justin was running from side to side like a mad man as he got dressed. His sister was going to kill him, he thought. “Aren’t you going to shower?” Brian asked. “I don’t have time,” Justin snapped. “I’ll do it when I come back.” Brian nodded and pouted. He liked getting morning showers with the blond. “How long is he staying this time?” “A month,” Justin informed him. Brian groaned. He was starting to see that he didn’t like sharing the blond, not even with his little brother. Justin stopped for a few seconds and smiled. “You know I’ll make time for you.” Brian nodded. “I should be going as well.” Justin nodded and went to kiss the brunet. “Call me later.” “Will do,” Brian assured him. He got dressed and left the blond on the phone talking to his sister. When he reached the loft he had someone waiting for him. “Hey,” Michael said. Brian licked his lips and slid the door close. “Hey,” he answered. “Where were you?” Michael asked. “Out,” Brian replied. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Michael nodded slowly. “I see,” he murmured. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. Michael was having one of his dramatic moments. He hated them. It was his fault nonetheless and he shouldn’t complain, he thought. He should have been at the loft working. Then he wondered how long Michael had been waiting for him. “I came back to be with you,” Michael informed him. “And you weren’t here. I’ve been waiting ever since.” Brian stopped dead on his tracks. He turned around slowly and looked at his boyfriend. He had been gone since possible ten. Justin had told him he was on his way and they decided to go out and have dinner. Then they came back and stayed at Justin’s apartment all night fucking. “I went and had a few drinks,” Michael told him. “But I came back to see if I could help you and you weren’t here.” Brian put his hands on his hips. “I got bored and went out.” “No shit,” Michael spat out. Brian sighed. “Look,” Michael started, “I know that you aren’t going to change. You are always going to trick and I am okay with that. Just…don’t lie to me about it.” Brian stood there a bit taken aback. For the first time he was scared of Michael finding him out. And he knew it was different this time. Justin had turned into so much more than a trick. He knew that would hurt Michael so he couldn’t let the man ever know. Then again it was not fair to the blond. He sighed and thought about what he was going to do but he had to make a decision soon before he hurt Michael or Justin and it was too late to take it back.