NIGHTMARE ON TREMONT STREET

Special thanks to Lois, the incredible and Darren.

"Justin?...Justin! Wake up!" Brian shook the blonde next to him, who was screaming, his arms flailing in the air, ready to attack.

Brian tried to take hold of a hand and got a punch straight in the mouth. "Fuck, Justin! You busted my lip!"

Brian ignored the wetness he felt at his lip, turned on the blue lights and pushed Justin off the bed. He heard a thud and counted to ten.

"What happened?" Justin sat up on the floor so only his blonde head could be seen.

"You were having a nightmare." Brian informed him coldly as he wiped at his lip.

"So you pushed me off the fucking bed?" Justin complained, glaring at Brian now.

Brian rolled his eyes heavenward. "I'm not up for any of your drama queen antics tonight. You hit me when I tried to wake you so I had to resort to...other means."

"Well, I don't approve of your method." Justin told him as he crawled back into bed. "Let me see your lip. I can't believe I hit you." he added, disbelief obvious in his tone regarding Bian's account of the story.

Brian slapped Justin's hand away as it prodded and poked at the bleeding lip. "Stop that. And I don't think I'd hit myself."

Justin got off the bed, naked, and made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a wash cloth and hydrogen peroxide.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Brian asked as he tried to avoid Justin's hand from touching the side of his mouth.

"Relax, would you?" Justin interlocked one hand with Brian's and wiped at the blood. Brian stared at Justin while Justin kept his eyes fixed on his work. "See, nothing to worry about.  All better."

Brian couldn't help but smile. Justin could be such a...GIRL...at times. He squeezed his boy's hand before plopping back into bed. Justin got rid of the wash cloth and the bottle of peroxide before returning to the bed. The minute he got back in, Brian's arm was around him, pulling him close.

Brian kissed his forehead and asked, "So are you ready to talk about it now?"

Justin let out a big yawn. "Talk about what?"

"Your nightmare."

"Oh that."

Brian sighed, exasperated. "Was it...the prom...again?"

Justin shook his head no.

"Then what?"

Justin remembered the dream and couldn't help but giggle. "It was nothing."

"Justin." Brian gave him a tight squeeze.

"Really, Brian. It was STUPID!" Justin laughed again.

"I still want to know."

Justin huffed a little then let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Fine. But I warned you!"

"So noted. Now tell me."

Justin moved out of Brian's arms so he could stare at the ceiling. "Well, I think we were all at a party."

"A party?" Brian asked stupidly. "Where? Babylon?"

Justin thought for a few seconds before saying, "Nope. It didn't look like Deb's place...or Lindsey's? Hmmm...could have been at Michael's. No. Or maybe-"

"Will you just get on with it already?" Brian demanded.

Justin gave him a look and said, "Don't rush me."

Brian closed his eyes briefly, praying for patience. When he re-opened them, Justin continued with his account. "Anyway, so we're all at this party. You, me, Ted, Em, Michael, Deb, Vic-"

"Justin!"

"Ok, ok." Justin leaned across to plant a kiss on Brian's shoulder. "Stop being such a grouch."

He didn't give Brian a chance to say anything, continuing with his story. "It's dark and we're all outside. There are like tons of trees all over but there's a full moon. So we're all drinking and dancing when Em hears something. I don't know why but he walks into the trees and I follow him to make sure he's ok. But like, halfway there, he stumbles across something and falls."

"What was it?" Brian asked quickly.

"I rush over to help him because he's having trouble getting off the ground, right?" Justin said excitedly, ignoring Brian's question. "I pull him off the ground and you won't believe what it was."

"What?"

"A body."

"A what?"

"A dead body." Justin sat up, crossed his legs Buddha style and faced Brian. "Em starts screaming and runs behind me, peeking over my shoulder. I use a stick to poke the man, and he's not getting up. He's not even breathing. So we assume he's dead, right?"

He stopped moving his hands around as he demonstrated his actions and took a deep breath before continuing. "Em and I go back to the house and tell you guys, but no one believes us. You tell me no more drugs and just go back to dancing. It was very annoying. If something like that really happened, would you come with me?"

Without hesitation, Brian said, "No."

Justin pushed at his lover's shoulder. "Brian!"

"What?" Brian laughed. "Are you fucking crazy? I'm not leaving a party to go look at some fucking dead body!"

"You're such a loser."

Brian grinned and tugged on one of Justin's pink nipples until it hardened. "Now, go on."

Justin ran a finger over the hard nipple to soothe it before saying, "Eventually, you do come with me. After HOURS of pleading. Michael comes along too, as does Ted. Em won't come along and stays with the lesbians and Deb. We're walking and you're complaining...come to think of it, you're ALL complaining. It was really annoying!"

"Justin." Brian warned.

"So we finally get to the spot but it's not there anymore."

"What?"

"It's not there. The body. It's gone."

Brian's eyes narrowed. "So where the fuck did it go?"

"Well, lemme finish."

"Hurry up, then."

Justin took a deep breath. "While we're walking back to the house...actually, I think it turned into a cabin about now. The ones built with logs? Anyway, we're walking back toward the cabin and you're angry at me for wasting your time. Michael's agreeing with you and being so fucking annoying. All of a sudden, Ted starts to scream. When we turn around, someone's holding him...has an arm around Ted's neck and is trying to bite him."

"WHAT?" Brian grinned. "Someone actually wanted a piece of Ted?"

"It's not funny, Brian!" Justin said. "This...thing...was eating at Ted's skin."

"Fucking gross, Justin."

"Shut up and let me finish." Justin demanded. "So you grab the bar-b-que thingies and try to hit at the person while Michael runs into the house for help."

"That's dumb." Brian said, shaking his head. "Bar-b-que 'thingies'? Why the fuck couldn't you let me use something else? What the fuck can those things do? And why do I have to save Ted? This is bullshit."

Justin laughed. "It's my dream. So everyone runs outside and is trying to get to Ted but I think he's dead by now. He falls to the floor and Em is screaming and crying. The person...I mean, it was the dead body from earlier."

"What are you talking about?"

"The person eating at Ted was the dead body Em and I had seen earlier." Justin shuddered and Brian quickly covered his legs with half of the sheet.

"That's disgusting, Justin." He noted when he was finished.

"Then we see more of them...like bodies all over, coming in from the forest. So we rush into the house. We bar the doors and shut all the windows. It was so fucking scary."

Brian rolled his eyes heavenward.

Justin ignored him and continued. "And they start knocking on the doors and breaking the windows. And then Michael sees Ted and is all, "Ted's still alive!" and rushes over to the window. He's shouting at Ted, "Come to the door." So Ted comes to the door and Michael opens it and Ted BITES him!"

Brian snorted. "That is so typical. Why did we allow Michael to open the door? Obviously Ted was dead."

"It's MY story!"

"Well, it doesn't make any sense."

Justin glared at Brian. "Fine!" He fell back on the bed and covered his entire body with the sheet. In less than a minute, Brian was pulling the blue sheet off and pulling Justin close to him.

"Are you going to tell me the rest?" Brian asked softly, kissing Justin's smooth, silky back.

"Are you going to be mean?" Justin asked coldly.

"No."

"Alright then."

Justin got back into the position he was in before and continued his story. "So Deb starts screaming and trying to get Michael's hand to stop bleeding. Lindsey is hyperventilating in a corner while Mel tries to calm her. Vic and Em are in another corner, hugging each other close and praying."

"Where was I?" Brian asked immediately.

"You were holding me so I wouldn't go to Deb."

"Why wouldn't I want you to go to Deb?"

"Because she was with Michael...and Michael had just gotten bitten. Are you even listening to my story?" Justin asked, his tone suggesting that Brian was either slow or stupid.

"Whatever. Did I have a weapon yet?"

"Brian!" Justin licked his lips and said, "Deb says, "He's ok, my baby's ok." and Michael comes toward us. You let go of me and go to make sure he's alright, I think, but he just passes you by and starts walking towards me."

"Fuck!"

"Yeah!" Justin agreed. "He has this evil look on his face and he opens his mouth and I see his teeth are all ridged and gross looking. I'm so scared. I start to scream and he's on me, but my hands are pushing him away, you know? And you're on his back trying to pull him off me. You're shouting my name."

"Even in your fucking dreams I have to save you?" Brian asked smartly with a grin fixed on his face.

Justin snorted. "So you finally pull him off me and I scramble to my feet. Michael's all pissed and tries to turn around to bite you. So I do the first thing that pops into my head. I punch him."

"And ended up punching me." Brian corrected.

Justin grinned sheepishly. "It was meant for Michael!"

Brian grinned and pulled the blonde into his arms, so he was plastered on top of him. Justin couldn't help but laugh at Brian's amused expression.

"Can I say it now?" Brian begged.

"I'll say it." Justin smiled. "It was stupid."

Brian laughed. "It was. Are you ok now?"

Justin nodded.

"Now what the fuck were you watching today while I was out?" Brian asked, as he ran a hand through Justin's blonde locks.

Justin tried to sit up but Brian wouldn't let him. He sighed before admitting, "Resident Evil. It's a totally different story but I guess the image of those zombies stuck in my head..."

"No more TV, Justin. Please." Brian begged.

Justin laughed and leaned forward to give Brian a quick kiss. "I'm sorry for waking you...but thanks for letting me tell you about it."

"I wish you were dreaming about me fucking you instead." Brian grinned. "That way, I wouldn't have to wake you, just join in."

Justin giggled as Brian's hands started massaging his bum. "You're such a sex-o-holic."

Brian stuck his tongue out. "Would you want me any other way?"

"On your stomach, begging me to fuck you."

"Keep dreaming, Sunshine."

They broke out in simultaneous grins.

Brian smacked Justin's butt and then pushed him onto his side of the bed. "Now get off me. It's fucking 4 am. The things I do for you..."

Justin pulled the covers over them as he got comfortable. He slipped an arm over Brian's chest and closed his eyes.

Hey, Justin. Before I forget..."

"Hmmm?"

"Linds invited us for this weekend."

"Huh? Invited us where?"

"One of their lesbian friends has got a cabin up in... Justin?...Justin? Shit! I was joking you twat!"