Thanks to Jewel, Lois, Jen and Wendy for their beta expertise.

HONESTLY DRUNK

Justin was in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he heard the loft door slide open.

"Sssmmikeyyy!" Brian said loudly.

"Shhh!" Mikey shushed him. "You'll wake Justin."

Brian put a finger to his lips immediately. Justin peeked from behind the fridge, a smile on his lips at the sight before him. Brian looked stoned out of his mind, his arm around Mikey for support.

"I'm already awake," Justin told them, coming out of hiding. He slipped an arm around Brian's waist and said, "Put your arm around my shoulders, Brian."

Brian did as he was told. "Hi," he said sheepishly, lips connecting with Justin's blonde locks. "You taste funny."

Justin laughed and eyed Mikey. "What in the world happened to him?"

Mikey shrugged. "A case of being bored out of his mind and somebody wasn't there to entertain him?"

Justin shot him a guilty look. "I had stuff to do..."

Brian refused to be ignored for much longer. He poked Justin's shoulder. "Give us a kiss."

Justin leaned up to brush his lips against his boyfriend's. His nose twitched when he got a whiff of something bad.

"Kerist, Bri!" he complained. "You reek."

Brian's brows furrowed together.

Justin laughed. "Come on, let's get you in the shower."

Turning to Mikey, he said, "Can you lock the door on your way out?"

"Sure you don't need any help?" Mikey asked.

Justin nodded. "We'll be ok, won't we?"

Brian's response was, "Can I have a drink?"

Justin shook his head. "No more drinks. You've had enough. What you need is a bath."

Brian grumbled and allowed Justin to tug him along. Unfortunately, his legs refused to cooperate at some point, and he found himself falling, taking his partner with him. Fuck. He'd broken something, he was sure of it. Yet all he could do was giggle, the giddy feeling taking over.

"Dammit, Brian! Are you ok?" Justin asked as he hovered above him, the concern evident in his blue eyes.

Better than ok, Brian thought. He was... what was that word? "I'm irrrr... irrrr... oh fuck!"

Justin laughed.

"Give us a kiss," Brian said, hands already drawing Justin's head down to meet his lips again.

When Justin pulled away, Brian spread his arms wide across the floor.  He closed his eyes for a few seconds.

When he re-opened them, he grinned. "Give us a drink?" he tried again.

Justin grinned and started unbuttoning Brian's shirt. He hoped to get the other man into the bathroom sooner rather than later. It was already after 2 in the morning. "No drinks."

Brian pouted. He noticed what Justin was doing. "Are you undressing me?"

"That's right."

"You want to get with me?"

Justin snorted.

"I can't fuck you, you know." When Justin smiled, he added, "My boyfriend gets jealous when I fuck other guys."

Justin laughed. "He does?"

Brian nodded. "I can't even kiss..." He paused, seeming to remember something. "I didn't kiss you, did I?"

"You did."

"Oh fuck!" Brian started to get up. "I never kiss anyone... but him. I have to go."

Justin used that opportunity, with Brian half-sitting, to slip the shirt off him.

"Stop that," Brian snapped. All of a sudden, he added, "My boyfriend tastes like honey."

"Does he?"

Brian nodded. "Give us a drink?"

Justin slapped Brian's cheek lightly. "NO DRINKS."

Brian snorted and fell back on the floor. Justin attacked his jeans then, unbuttoning them.

"Are you trying to get into my pants?" Brian flirted.

"Do you mind?"

Brian thought about it. "You're cute. You look like my boyfriend."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "He's cuter though."

Justin rolled his eyes heavenward. When he had all the buttons undone, he started sliding the jeans off.

"Brian!" he complained. "Why aren't you wearing any underwear?"

Brian, who was in the process of falling asleep, woke with a start. "Huh?"

Justin glared at him. "You aren't wearing any underwear."

Brian didn't know how to respond. He looked down at his pants, but his vision was blurry.

As Justin huffed, trying to get the pants off, Brian said, "You shouldn't be shouting at me. My boyfriend wouldn't like that."

"Screw your boyfriend," Justin muttered.

Brian misunderstood. "Oh, we screw all the time. He's amazing in bed. I could fuck him... and fuck him..." He closed his eyes.

Justin shook him. "Don't fall asleep, baby. You need to take a shower."

"Can I get a drink first?"

"No."

"You're mean."

"Thanks a lot."

"My boyfriend would give me a drink."

Justin sighed. "No more talking."

"What's your name?"

Justin continued to struggle with his lover's tight pants. Why did Brian have to wear jeans as snug as these?

"What's your name?" Brian repeated.

Justin stopped to look at him in disbelief. "Behave."

"Behave? That's a weird name. Is it Spanish?"

Justin couldn't help the grin that escaped. Brian was a hoot when he was drunk.

"Guess what my name is. It starts with a... B."

"What?"

"Guess."

"Um... Bill?" Justin tried hard not to smile.

"Nope."

"Bruce?"

"No."

"Ben?"

He shook his head.

"How about Brian?"

"Not that either."

"Your name isn't Brian?"

He started to shake his head, but stopped.

"Oh wait!" He grinned sheepishly. "I think that IS my name."

Justin grinned. "Ok, Brian, let's get you up and into the bathroom."

"I want a drink first."

"C'mon, Bri," Justin pleaded. "I'll get you a drink after."

"Pwomise?"

"Promise."

Justin had to pull Brian up off the floor, which was no easy feat, considering the difference in their size. With an arm around Brian's waist, he led him to the bathroom. Turning on the taps, Justin propped Brian against the glass doors. "Do you want some help?"

Brian nodded. Justin, already shirtless, slipped off his pants and got in with Brian. He let Brian stay under the warm water for a little while before beginning to lather him up. Through it all, Brian just stared at him, a dazed look in his eyes. When Justin's hand rubbed against Brian's dick, the older man moaned.

Justin pressed a kiss against Brian's shoulder.

Finally, he was done, clean and fresh. Justin wrapped a towel around Brian's waist and pulled him to stand in front of the mirrors.

"Here." Justin handed Brian his toothbrush.

Brian was clutching his towel with his hands and refused to take the toothbrush.

"Brian."

"I can't let go of the towel."

"Why the hell not?"

"You'll see me naked... my boyfriend wouldn't like that."

Justin gritted his teeth. "I just saw you naked," he pointed out.

"No, you didn't."

"I did!"

"You're trying to trick me."

Justin sighed, giving up. "Open up then, let me do it."

Brian did as he was told.

After that was taken care of, Justin applied Brian's moisturizer. Pulling him into the bedroom, Justin lifted the duvet cover. "Get in," he ordered.

Brian refused to budge. "I can't sleep over. I have a boyfriend..."

"You've mentioned that several times already."

"I have a curfew... he gets mad when I miss my curfew," Brian told him. "Then he won't put out for days. I can't let that happen."

Justin wanted to smack him.

Finally, Brian conceded. The bed looked too inviting. "I'll lie next to you, but we can't have sex, ok?"

"Ok."

Brian got under the covers, but refused to remove the towel. Apparently, his boyfriend wouldn't like that either.

After turning off all the lights, Justin climbed over him. Brian immediately turned towards him.

"Give us a kiss."

"Your boyfriend won't mind?"

Brian gave him a confused look. "What are you talking about? Come here."

Justin felt the warm velvet tongue, all minty and fresh, exploring the interior of his mouth. He moaned.

"You taste so fucking amazing," Brian murmured. "Oh God... Justin..." He dipped his head for another taste.

When he pulled away, he had a watery smile on his lips. Justin licked at their rosy sweetness before telling Brian to go to sleep.

"I want to tell you something," Brian said.

"Tell me tomorrow."

"No, now," he insisted.

"Ok, hurry up."

Brian cleared his throat. "You are my sunshine... my only sunshine..."

Justin squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to shut out the dying animal, wishing he could close his ears as easily.

"You make me... happy... when skies are... what word comes there?"

Justin opened his eyes, so relieved it was over.

"Don't know," he lied.

Brian pouted. "Give us a kiss."

Justin kissed Brian's chest. "Now go to sleep, baby. Please."

Brian drew the blonde into his arms. "I want to hold you."

"You are holding me."

"Don't ever leave me."

"I won't."

"Because you love me?"

"Yes."

"And you need me?"

"I do."

"And you'll always love me?"

"As long as I live."

Brian squeezed him tighter. "I won't lose you, Justin."

"You won't," Justin reassured him. "Just like I won't lose you."

Brian shrugged. "I guess."

Justin socked him on the shoulder.

"Give us a kiss."

Justin sighed. He leaned up and brushed his lips against Brian's.

"Night, Brian."

Silence... Justin closed his eyes, thankful for peace and quiet again. Just as he was about to go off into dreamland, he heard, "Justin! I can't feel my dick! What the... why'd you put this towel on me?"

13/04/03