Thanks to Wendy, Jen, Mandi and Lois!

Sunday Afternoon Delights:
SURPRISE
by Irina & PIG

Brian pulled the Jeep over to the curb and stopped. Turning off the ignition he got out of the car and crossed the street, heading toward the small comic book store. The door bell jingled as he walked inside, spotting his best friend immediately.

“You’re late,” Michael informed him, while ringing up a comic book for a twelve-year-old kid.

Taking his sunglasses off, Brian walked over to the counter. “I was busy.”

Michael rolled his eyes at him. “Fucking your boyfriend first thing in the morning does not constitute busy,” he said when his young customer had left.

“Yes, it does,” Brian argued. “And you would know that if you fucked your boyfriend first thing in the morning,” he said snidely.

“What’s wrong? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Michael inquired, sensing his friend’s not so good mood. “Or didn’t Justin finish sucking your cock this morning?”

Brian’s frown deepened as he thought back to the morning in the loft.

The morning had begun like all the other Saturday mornings ­ Justin and Brian had woken up late, fucked, taken a shower, fucked some more. Everything had been going according to plan. They would spend the day fucking and doing a chore or two and fucking. That was their Saturday schedule unless Brian had urgent work or Justin had a project due. As neither of them had brought any work home, Justin at least had been looking forward to them spending the day alone together. That was until Brian had informed his young lover that he had other plans.

At Justin’s pout, he had said with a bit of an edge in his voice that he was a busy man and had things to do.

Justin had stared at him in affronted disbelief, demanding, “Like what?”

Brian had shrugged and said that he had to go over to Michael’s.

“Again?” was Justin’s response.

Brian had bristled. While, granted, he had been spending an awful lot of time with his best friend in the last week or so, there was a reason for that. Not that Justin was aware of the reason, nor that Brian was planning to make him aware of the reason. The reason shouldn’t matter. Just because they were living together did not mean that Brian had to explain where he was going and why all the time.

“Yes, again,” had been Brian’s simple reply, letting Justin know in a subtle way to drop it.

Of course, Justin had never known how to just ‘drop things.’ If he had, Brian suspected they wouldn’t have been at this point in their relationship to begin with.

“You’ve been going over there every fucking day,” Justin had announced as if Brian was unaware of that piece of information.

“We’re planning to take over the world,” Brian had attempted to joke.

It had fallen on deaf ears because he didn’t get as much as a smile from his lover. Sighing, he had walked over to Justin and tried to pull the blond in his arms.

“You’re not…fucking him, are you?”

Brian had frozen in his tracks, his soft features hardening instantly. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,” he’d told his boyfriend.

Doing a sharp 180 on his heels, Brian had walked over to the closet, taken out his leather jacket and pulled it on, leaving the loft without so much as a glance in Justin’s direction.

And here he was, about twenty minutes later, feeling like a total shit.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Brian told his friend. “But Justin’s having some issues with Rage going off on some mysterious missions all the time.”

“And what exactly does JT think you’re doing?” Michael inquired.

“Fucking you, apparently.”

Michael snickered, too happily for Brian’s taste. “I thought Justin never got jealous?”

Brian raked his hand through his hair, trying to rub away the headache that was threatening to split his head in two. “He doesn’t… usually.”

“You want me to talk to him?”

Both Brian and Michael looked up at Ben, who came from the back, carrying a stack of the newly arrived issues of Rage.

“And say what?” Brian shook his head. “He’ll get over it.”

Michael snickered again. “Like you got over it when you thought he was fucking me?”

Brian’s only response was a scowl. “Let’s just get this shit over with.”

A couple of hours later, with all the plans finalized, Brian returned home only to find the loft deserted. Justin was nowhere to be found. Not even a note to let Brian know where he had gone.

Standing in the middle of the loft, Brian swore loudly. Well, the day had certainly gotten off to a great start.

Justin sighed for the tenth time that day. "I just don't get him, you know!"

Daphne sipped on her fruit smoothie drink in an attempt to hide her smile.

"I mean," Justin went on. "All fucking week, he's more or less glued to Michael's ass. I ask him to stay home with me *one* day, Daph, ONE fucking day and you know what he tells me?"

Since Daphne had heard this rant more than once since they'd left the loft, she had the answer at the top of her head.

"He's busy."

Justin gasped, still in shock it seemed, at Brian’s callous response.

"BUSY. Busy," he repeated. "Too busy for his own fucking boyfriend! You'd think he'd make some time for me. I mean, it's my birthday week and all."

Daphne smiled. "Well, can you blame the guy? You were getting a bit feisty there this week."

He glared at her for the reminder. "If he wanted to fuck, he should be home more. I'm not his fuck me and leave me trick. I'm his... well..."

"I'm sure he has his reasons," Daphne tried to defend. She knew the reason behind Brian’s disappearances and was fully supportive. In fact, she’d decided to lend a hand and keep Justin out of Brian’s hair all day. She hoped Brian had got her message.

Justin snorted. "Yeah, like he's fucking Michael maybe."

"You didn't tell him that did you?"

Justin looked guilty.

"Justin!" she scolded. "That was badddd."

He shrugged. "Whatever. He's annoying the fuck outta me."

"Well, it was bound to happen. You two have been at it for what?" she sighed. "A decade now?"

He laughed. "Not quite, but long enough. And don't even think that it's over. It's not."

"I didn't say anything."

"Good… because we're fine."

Justin leaned back in his chair.

"Wait a minute." He glared at her. "Where the fuck is my present, Daph? You've been sitting here and I'm yet to see my goddamn present."

She laughed. "Calm down. I didn't bring it."

"Why the fuck not?"

She shrugged.

"Well, what is it?"

"Justin."

"Ok, ok."

They were silent for a little while, Daphne enjoying the peace and quiet. Her ears were beginning to hurt. And then, Justin had another adrenalin hit and started again.

"You know what else I just don't get about him?"

Daphne sighed inwardly. 'You owe me, Brian,' she thought. 'You *so* owe me.'

Brian groaned, ready to strangle the next person to come near him with a question or a comment or a fucking suggestion about how to organize the party. He thought he’d made himself perfectly clear that their very caring and incredibly obnoxious family and friends were to act only as guests. He was the one organizing the whole thing. He would be damned if he’d let anyone else - like a nelly queen, two dykes, or two mother-hens - have any input on how to set up a surprise party for his lover.

“I brought some lasagna,” Debbie informed him, proudly placing a big baking dish on the kitchen counter.

The brunet took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. Turning to his best friend’s mother, Brian managed to squeeze out a smile to cover up the homicidal look he was sure was showing in his eyes. “I told you before that I had food covered.”

“But Sunshine loves Italian,” the waitress argued.

“Sunshine loves a lot of things,” Brian shot back. “But somehow your homemade lasagna does not go with five hundred dollars of catered food.”

Before the red-wigged woman could say another word, Brian picked up the heavy dish and stuck it in the fridge, slamming the door loudly.

It was almost eight o’clock ­ the time when Daphne was due to bring Justin back to the loft. Things had mostly gone according to plan. He was Brian Kinney, after all. The food had been delivered. The band was set up. Decorations were put up, including a huge model of a yellow submarine, Justin’s favorite cartoon, that had taken Brian nearly a month to organise as he’d had to find a store that would custom make one.

Brian had also wanted to have some characters from Rage strolling around the loft when the newly legal blond had arrived home, but then thought better of it ­ the last time he had planned a party where the character of Rage was involved, things didn’t end so well and Brian decided that bringing back the not so nice memories wasn’t a good idea for either of them.

Instead, there were three drag queens dressed as Power Puff girls ­ not an easy thing to organize as Brian had found out when he interviewed about thirty drag queens for the job. Everything was perfect. Except for one thing ­ his lover was off somewhere thinking God-only-knows what because Brian had been busy planning the fucking party for him. Of course, Justin had no idea of was the reason for Brian’s absence and now Brian did not have a clue as to what Justin’s reaction would be… if he would want to come home at all.

Brian didn’t have to wonder long. In the next moment his phone rang.

Picking it up, he heard Daphne’s voice. Only, it wasn’t to tell him that they were downstairs as planned. Instead, the girl informed him that Justin refused to come home. That he was pissed and drowning his sorrows at Woody’s.

Raking his hand through his hair, Brian felt the headache return with a vengeance. He realized he could have handled the entire situation better, but now was not the time for what ifs. He had to go and get his disgruntled lover back to the loft. Letting Daphne know that he’d be there as soon as possible without getting himself killed, Brian hung up and headed straight for the door, stopping briefly to only pick up his jacket from one of the stools. He was aware that dozens of questioning stares were directed at him, but he did not have the time or the desire to explain himself.

Daphne looked at her watch again. It was 8.20pm now.

"Justin," she tried again. "We can't stay here all night."

The blond stopped flirting with Derek, the bar tender at Woody's long enough to tell Daphne, "It's my fucking birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Daphne sighed. Brian was going to kill her.

"It's your birthday, babe?" Derek asked.

Justin smiled. "I'm 21 today… an adult."

"If only he'd act like one," Daphne butt in.

Derek laughed. "I've got just the thing for you."

Justin grinned. "Is it over nine inches and hard?"

Daphne snorted and looked at the door to see if Brian had arrived yet.

"It's a new drink I've been experimenting with," Derek told him as he placed a glass in front of Justin. Leaning close, he whispered, "I call it: Ride me, cowboy."

Justin giggled; his mind was slowly turning to mush. "Yee-haw!"

Daphne gave him a look of complete embarrassment. "We're so leaving after this drink. Do you hear me? You're turning into a total freak!"

Justin downed the shot in one go. Smacking his lips together, he said, "I like it. Now what's this about a ride?"

Daphne sighed, relieved when she saw the familiar face of Brian entering Woody's. Tugging on Justin's sleeve, she said, "You can ride your ass out the door. Get up."

Justin pushed her hand away. He hadn't noticed his boyfriend walking towards them.

"You go ahead. I'm gonna stay with..." he winked at Derek. "With my cowboy friend here and..."

“Your boyfriend?” Brian scowled at Derek, letting the other man know that he should have known better than hit on Justin, before turning his attention back to his lover.

“Having fun, Sunshine?”

Justin glared at Brian.

"I was," he said pointedly. "What the fuck are you doing here? Don't you have to things to do with Michael?" he asked sourly.

"I did. But I thought it'd be more fun to come here and watch you make an idiot of yourself," Brian replied.

Justin gasped, enraged.

He turned to Daphne.

"Was this your idea? Calling him here to fuck with my head?"

When she didn't respond, he sneered. "Nice to see where your loyalties lay, Daph!"

Looking at Brian once more, he added "As for you, you can just fuck off."

Smiling sweetly at Derek, Justin said, "Now, where were we, Cowboy?"

Putting his hand over Justin's half empty glass, Brian pushed it away from the birthday boy. He then looked up at the ‘cowboy,’ letting him know in no uncertain terms that if he even thought of making a move on the blond, he would find himself missing parts of his anatomy.

"I think it's time to go home, Cowboy," Brian tried, sweetly.

Justin pushed Brian's hand away.

"I don't think so," Justin said coldly. "It's my fucking birthday and I want to stay here and..."

He paused when he saw the glint in Brian's eyes.

Daphne sighed. "You two are fucking crazy!" she said, arms flaying.

"Stay out of it," Justin warned.

Daphne ignored her best friend's warning and turned to Brian.

"Would you just tell him and get this over with, please?"

"I don't want to hear anything," Justin snapped. "But I could use another drink." Smirking at Derek, he said, "Ride me, Cowboy?"

Enough was enough. Brian stood up, staring pointedly at Derek. The man finally got the clue and walked over to the other end of the bar. With that taken care of, Brian put his hand on Justin's shoulder and spun the blond around on the stool so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Would you stop acting like a fucking two-year-old? You're 21, Justin, so fucking act like it."

Justin raised a brow questioningly. "You mean you actually remembered that today's my fucking birthday?"

Ok, granted, Brian deserved it. But that was the whole point - the party - his way of trying to make up for fucking up Justin's 19th birthday and being stuck on a business trip on Justin's 20th. This year, Brian had tossed aside all of his beliefs and decided that his lover's 21st birthday was a good reason for a celebration. He had worked his ass off to make everything perfect. And everything was - except for Justin.

Blowing out a puff of air sharply, Brian's features softened. "Is that what you thought? That I forgot?"

"He's like a fucking elephant, Justin," Daphne chimed in. "He remembers everything."

Brian cringed at the image of him as an elephant.

Turning to the young woman, Brian shook his head. "Do me a favor and don't help, ok?"

Daphne raised her hands in surrender. "I’m just minding my own business here."

Justin grinned. "He may be like a fucking elephant, Daph," Justin said. "But he's *my* fucking elephant."

He lost his grin when he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at his elephant.

"So, if you didn't forget, I guess you just didn't care? You're sticking firm to your belief that only achievement should be celebrated and nothing else?" He didn't wait for Brian to respond, but continued, "I'm sorry, Brian. That was unfair of me. And to be quite honest, I'm not upset about that. I don't really care to celebrate my stupid birthday anyway," Justin lied.

Brian sighed. Drawing Justin's head up closer to his, Brian leaned his forehead against his lover's. "I thought we agreed not to lie to each other anymore."

"I'm not lying, Brian."

He heard Brian sigh again.

"Ok, maybe I am, but I'm not going to force you to be someone you're not. I... li... love you just the way you are."

Brian pursed his lips as he pulled away slightly to get a good look at the blond. He allowed his mouth to spread into a lopsided grin.

"Can we get out of here before this turns into an after school special?"

Justin grinned and pulled Brian close for a quick kiss.

"Let's go."

Daphne watched them walk away.

"Excuse me?" she shouted behind them.

Justin burst out laughing. "Oh fuck, sorry Daph!"

She glared. "Not funny!"

Brian pursed his lips as he pulled away

"Look, no offense, Daph," Brian told the girl, "But I think we only have room for two in the Jeep."

He looked at her pointedly. "And the loft."

When she gave him the confused look, Brian added, "Tonight it is just gonna be us two boys. Ok, darling?"

He gave her a peck on the cheek, smiled, and then he and Justin walked out of Woody's.

In the jeep, Justin couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brian.

"Pull over," he moaned softly as he slowly licked at Brian's ear lobe.

"We're almost home," he heard Brian force out through gritted teeth.

The jeep stopped at an intersection, where the lights were red. Justin used that to his advantage. Leaning across and downwards, his hands attacked the zip on Brian's pants.

"Justin."

He felt Brian tugging on his shirt, but he stayed where he was.

"Relax," Justin murmured, seconds before his mouth engulfed a hard dick.

“Oh, God,” Brian moaned.

Driving was definitely out of the question now. He opened his eyes reluctantly when he heard a honk from behind.

“Alright, give me a sec,” he told his lover, halfheartedly pushing Justin away. Passing the intersection, he pulled into an empty parking lot in front of an already closed Big Q and parked.

Unbuckling his belt with his one hand, Brian was already pulling Justin toward him with the other.

Justin's mouth found Brian's for a deep, open mouthed kiss. With his hand, Justin stroked Brian's cock through the material of his pants.

"Oh, fuck," Justin whimpered when Brian's tongue slid out to lick at Justin's cheek. "I'm so fucking hard."

He pulled Brian's hand away from around his neck to push it against his cock.

"I don't suppose we could..." Justin slyly whispered, leaning close to leave an imprint of moisture on Brian's chin.

As much as he wanted to, Brian knew that everybody currently waiting in the loft for their return would have his ass in a sling - and not in a good way.

"We should..." he panted.

"There's not enough room here," Brian managed to breathe out as Justin's eager tongue attacked his neck.

Trying his best to wiggle out of his lover's hold, Brian added, "We should get home." When Justin pouted at him, the ad exec smiled. "Believe me, you won't be sorry."

Justin grinned. "Is that your way of telling me I'm gonna get lucky tonight, Brian?"

"Were there any doubts?" Brian smirked, not sure if he should feel sorry or happy that Justin settled back down in his seat.

At least he had given Daphne enough time to get to the loft first and let everybody know that they were coming.

Putting the car into drive, Brian pulled onto the street and directed the Jeep toward the loft.

The minute they were out of the jeep, Justin attacked Brian again. His mouth couldn't get enough of Brian's neck. Brian had to practically drag the kid into the elevator.

Justin squeezed them up against the corner, his cock grinding against Brian's teasingly.

"I want you inside me," Justin moaned.

His hands moved down to his pants, unbuttoning and shoving against the material urgently.

"Jus -" Brian started, but Justin wanted to hear nothing.

He tugged on Brian's shirt until he heard an obvious tearing.

"Oopsie," he said with a grin. "I'll buy you another."

His tongue flicked at one of Brian's hardened nipples. "Take off your pants, Brian," he suggested, his hands already helping his lover.

He couldn't believe he had to tell Brian what to do. It was beginning to annoy him, how slowly Brian was taking things, when it was obvious Justin wanted a quick fuck. They could keep it slow and easy later. For now, he wanted it rough and hard.

"No, no," Justin heard whispered in his ear. "Wait until -"

Justin covered Brian's mouth with his own to shut him up. He realized he was just going to have to do every thing himself. He removed Brian's shirt and tossed it over his shoulder; sent his own flying to join it.

The elevator stopped and Justin heard the door come up. Leaning back, he gazed up and saw a blush creeping into Brian's cheek.

Brian blushing?

Turning around, his jeans at his ankles, his erect cock fighting to erupt from the cotton of his briefs, Justin's eyes met his mother's.

Jennifer chewed on her bottom lip. "Um... Molly, cover your eyes." Smiling, she added brightly, "Surprise, honey."

In total shock, Justin moved back a little and connected with Brian's chest.

"Brian?" he said softly.

"Hmm?"

Brian placed a protective arm around his boyfriend and turned the blond, so his brief-covered ass and not his hard-on, faced the massive crowd currently staring at them expectedly.

"Tell me I'm dreaming?" Justin begged. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Brian snorted.

Looking over his shoulder one more time, Justin said, "So those really are the Power puff girls waiting for us?"

Cocking his eyebrow, Brian spread his lips into a lopsided grin.

"Surprise!"

Justin's eyes widened. "You..." His throat went dry all of a sudden. "Brian..." He wrapped his arms around Brian's waist. "You... are you responsible for all this?"

"You think I'd let your mother or Debbie plan this?" Brian asked as if that was the most preposterous idea, which it was. He'd be damned if he let anybody else plan a party for Justin's birthday. If he wanted to have it done right, he was the only one who could do it.

"Oh, Brian," Justin gushed, his emotions beginning to overwhelm him. "That's... you're so... This is the best thing... I..." He hid his face in Brian's chest. "I lo..." he began to whisper, but stopped, knowing that he might embarrass Brian by telling him he loved him in front of all their friends and family.

"You're very articulate today, huh? I guess it's true what they say that your mind goes with age," Brian smirked. "Now put your pants on."

Justin burst out laughing. He was quick to pull up his pants and compose himself. Then an odd thought occurred to him.

"Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"That's what you were doing. Planning all this - when you went to Michael's?"

Brian stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at Justin. "Well, I certainly wasn't fucking him," he replied jokingly.

"I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time," Justin was quick to apologize.

He brushed his lips against Brian's. "Although," his eyes lit up wickedly. "I didn't *really* believe that anyway. He's not your type. I mean... it's not like he's blond OR blue eyed, is he?"

Justin didn't wait for Brian to respond, walked out to meet his guests.

"Hi, Mom," he said as he kissed her cheek. "Hello, Loser." He leaned down to hug Molly.

"Happy birthday, Jus," Molly said sweetly. "Next year, I'll get you better underwear."

Brian snickered at the little girl's comment. Well, at least he wasn't the only one who wasn't too fond of the white tightie whities Justin seemed so attached to. Pushing past the crowd that had gathered in the doorway to wish Justin a happy birthday, Brian left his boyfriend to get hugged, kissed and slobbered all over by everybody else who wasn't him while Brian checked to make sure that nothing had been fucked up during his absence.

"Twenty-one," Mel said seriously, exchanging looks with Linds. "This is serious business."

Justin laughed.

"He no longer needs a *guardian* to look out for him," the woman continued, a gleam in her eyes. "I'd say he is officially free to do as he pleases."

Justin heard Brian snort as he came across to hand him a drink.

"He's free to do whatever the fuck he wants alright," he heard Brian point out. "As long as I give him the ok, that is."

Sticking his tongue out at his lover's retreating back, Justin told Linds, "He gets everything mixed up. Old age is catching up with him."

The three burst into giggles.

"What's so fucking funny?" Deb wanted to know. "Hey, baby." She kissed Justin for the third time that hour. "Brian sure went all the way for this."

"He's got the cash," Ted butted in from behind the lesbian duo. "And how else can he get Justin to stay with him?"

"Well I think it's super-fabulous!" Emmett said excitedly. "And these shrimp balls are yummy!" He dunked a ball into his mouth. "Ooooh, I think I'm in love with Buttercup!"

"Butter who?" Deb asked.

Justin snickered. "She's one of the Power Puff girls. I can't believe Brian got drag queens to dress up and..." He couldn't finish, they were all laughing too much.

"It wasn't easy," Brian informed him, suddenly at his side. "Do you know how many costume stores carry Power Puff Girls costumes in size in XXL?" And off he went again.

"Hey, Justin," Ben and Michael joined the crowd.

"Happy Birthday," Ben said, hugging the blond.

"Yeah, you too," Justin replied. He then accepted a hug from Michael as well.

Brian walked out of the kitchen and toward Justin, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulder. "What do you think?" he pointed to the Yellow Submarine on the other end of the room.

Justin turned a shade of crimson. "I think all of your friends are gonna think I'm your fucking kid."

"Don't flatter yourself," Brian replied, tongue in cheek. "You're not that good looking."

When Justin shot him a glare, Brian jokingly slapped his arm. "Besides, your mother made sure everybody knew that it was her beautiful baby boy's birthday," Brian said in a high pitched, mocking voice. "Now," he said, untangling himself from Justin, "I spent a shitload on this party. So, stop standing here like you've just met the fucking Beatles and mingle."

He gave his lover a small push.

Justin didn't have to go far. Daphne caught up with him.

"Don't you feel like an ass now for whining and complaining all day?" she asked happily.

"Fuck off, Daph," he muttered, stealing the cigarette from between her fingers.

"I think Brian's so sweet," Daphne continued. "I hope I find a man half as beautiful as he is when I get married."

Justin rolled his eyes heavenward.

"Did you ever think in a million years that Brian Kinney would be throwing you a fucking party?"

"He did it once," Justin reminded her.

"And he got fucking burnt," she pointed out just as quickly. "I raise my glass for his bravery." She clicked her glass against Justin's. "So I guess this party's your present. No shiny sports car or a ton of cool clothes coming your way."

Justin shrugged. "I don't care. Besides, check out the pile accumulating in the bedroom. I can't wait for Brian to tell everyone to fuck off and go home."

"So that you could thank him in every possible and impossible way?"

Daphne grinned at her friend, already anticipating hearing about all the glorious details about Brian and Justin's private celebration later.

Justin blushed. "Shut up."

He left her to go find his mother. She was with Debbie and Molly, the latter being kept on a short leash.

"I think we're gonna have to leave soon, honey," Jenn told him.

"Why?" he raised a brow.

"I don't think Molly should um..."

"A case of too many hard dicks on display," Deb interrupted. "The kid is getting a little crazy."

Molly glared at the red-haired woman. "I know who they are supposed to be," she pointed to the drag queens. "But who are you?"

"MOLLY!" Both Justin and Jennifer chastised the little girl.

Deb grinned. "Like brother, like..."

Justin snorted. "I was never as rude as this little..." He gave his sister the evil eye.

"Whatever." She turned her attention back to the dance floor.

"Don't go without saying bye," Justin told Jenn.

She nodded.

It was obvious that the party was a success. Not because the guests didn't seem to want to leave, but because Justin was having the time of his life. It was obvious from the look on his happily glowing face as he circled the room, talking, laughing, and dancing with his friends.

Brian on the other hand just stood to the side and let his lover enjoy himself. It was, after all, Justin's day. He was the center of attention and today Brian wouldn't have it any other way.

Getting himself a drink from the bar, Justin noticed Brian standing with Ben and Michael. His boyfriend had an expression of boredom on his face as he listened to Professor Ben.

Justin decided he'd go in and save the day.

Grinning, he sipped his drink and walked over to slip an arm around Brian's slim waist.

"Hey, guys," he said, his smile bright.

"How does it feel to be twenty-one?" Ben asked.

Justin licked his lips. "Empowering… I feel I can accomplish anything now than I'm a whole year older."

He exchanged looks with Brian.

"Maybe I should write a book?" Justin tossed Brian's way. "The title would be: How to tame a God and train him to be a great human being.”

Ignoring Brian’s snort, he added, “Not to mention, boyfriend... lover... partner." Justin whispered the last sentence as he leaned close to brush his lips against Brian's.

Ben laughed. "Maybe we should go get a re-fill?"

He dragged Michael behind him.

"God, huh?" Brian smirked. "I like the sound of that," he told Justin.

Justin grinned. "I thought you might." Standing on tippy-toes, he added, "But today, I get to be the God."

Smiling down at his lover, Brian wrapped his arms around Justin's waist. "Two gods in one bed - do you think the world will survive?"

"The Earth will shake, skies will open up," Justin replied, grinding himself against Brian.

Laughing softly, Brian dipped his head to capture Justin's mouth, softly caressing the blond's lips with his own. "Why don't you enjoy the party for now? You still got your presents to open."

Justin grinned at him in response. "Ok," he said, reluctantly pulling away from Brian. "But later, you and me and the Earth-shattering, sky-opening sex…"

Brian snickered. He had created a monster. "You got yourself a deal, Mr. Taylor."

Justin winked and walked across to where his mother still stood with Molly and Deb.

"Are you ladies ready to cut the cake?" Justin asked.

"I'm watching my figure," Molly said so seriously, the other three couldn't help laughing.

"What figure?" Justin teased. "And I honestly don't think any boy would be interested in a Mollusk."

"Where did Brian sneak the cake anyway?" Deb asked, eyes scanning the room for the birthday treat.

"Come to think of it..." Justin hadn't seen a cake either.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and everybody began singing "Happy Birthday". Turning around, Justin saw Mel, Emmett and Lindsay carrying the biggest cake he had ever seen, lit by candles.

Justin smile was as bright as the candles. His blue eyes shone in the candlelight. As the cake was placed in front of him, his eyes began searching the room for Brian.

The older man walked up behind him. "Make a wish," Brian said softly, placing his hand on the back of Justin's neck.

"What if it's already come true?" Justin whispered back.

A unanimous *aaawwwww* was heard in the crowd. Justin blushed and mouthed 'sorry' to Brian, who was too busy smiling at Justin to care.

"Will you two fucking cut out the mushy shit?" Deb shouted from behind. "The fucking cake's gonna melt."

Justin turned around. "Ok, ok. I'm ready."

As everyone started singing again, he closed his eyes and made his wish. Blowing out the candles, with Brian's help, along with everyone else's, Justin felt hands patting him on his body from all directions.

"Who should I cut the cake with?" he asked teasingly. "Any volunteers?"

"Honey, you got three," Buttercup, one of the drag queens said sweetly. "If Daddy Kinney doesn’t mind?"

Justin saw Brian step back, a smile on his face.

Justin cut bits of the cake for each Power Puff drag queen, feeding them and laughing off the teasing licks on his fingers.

When it was his turn to get fed though, things took a different turn.

"Open wide, baby," Buttercup warned.

Before Justin knew what was happening, his face was covered in cake.

"Who's gonna lick it all off?" Deb screeched from behind.

"The answer should be obvious," Buttercup remarked, winking at Justin. "After all, Brian did hire *three.* Let's get him girls!"

All three *girls* made the move to attack, but the blond felt himself being pulled at his collar.

"That's not part of your service," Brian said with a smirk. "But getting his presents is."

"Ooooohhh!" The crowd gushed at Brian's response.

Justin laughed as he struggled with the paper towel to wipe at his face.

"Is it all gone?" he asked Brian. "It feels so sticky."

Brian kissed the blond temple and got a piece of cake in his mouth.

"We'll save the rest for later," Brian replied before leaning to kiss Justin once more.

"Did someone say presents?" Emmett clapped his hands with excitement. "I *love* presents!"

"Me too," Justin said, smacking his lips together. "Whose should I open first?"

He picked up a box, shook it close to his ear.

"Do you hear the ocean?" Ted asked, prompting a round of laughter.

Attacking the box with gusto, Justin found a sewing kit and supplies inside. Eyebrows raised in confusion, Justin said, "Huh? What the..."

"That would be from us, dear." A pair of lesbians that Justin and Brian had met at one of the munchers’ parties raised their hands. "We thought you could start a new hobby... those lonely nights when Brian’s painting the town red..."

Justin laughed, but Brian was not amused.

"Would you mind not turning my boyfriend into a lesbian?" Brian said, pulling the present right out of Justin's hands and tossing it on kitchen counter behind him, making a mental note to toss it in the trash as soon as everybody left. Justin didn't need anybody putting any ideas in his head. "Moving on."

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" Emmett pushed a box into Justin's hands. "The perfect present."

"Paid for with my money," Ted drawled out dryly.

Justin accepted a quick peck on the mouth from Emmett. "Thanks, Em. I'm sure I'll love it."

"Open it," Emmett said.

The wrapping paper came off to reveal a matching anal bead and cock ring set. Justin's face turned a deep shade of crimson for the second time that night. What would his mother think? He refused to look at her, especially when he heard Molly's, "what's that?" question.

"Em," he embarrassingly started. "This is... this is... you shouldn’t have."

"Oh please!" Emmett replied. "And honey, it comes with stimulator ring and - "

"Oh, god," Justin groaned. "What's next?"

"Here, sweetie," Linds said. "Ours is boring, but useful. The thought of something wild and wicked crossed my mind, but I think we all know you and Brian don't need any help in the bedroom."

"Got that right," Brian said loudly, planting an equally loud kiss at the back of Justin's neck.

Smiling at him, Justin tore open his present to reveal a pair of t-shirts that read: "I'm with stupid" and "lucky fcuk."

"I love it!" he grinned.

Brian however didn’t find it amusing. “Is this the rag-on-Brian day?” he asked, letting everybody know his dissatisfaction.

Everybody else just laughed harder at his obvious pout.

“Ok, next,” Justin announced; picking up a rectangular object wrapped in shiny blue paper with a huge light blue ribbon on it. “Whose is this?”

Vic smiled. “That’s from me.”

Justin enthusiastically ripped the wrapping paper. In seconds in his hands he held a worn out cooking book.

“It’s the first cooking book I bought when I moved to New York,” Vic explained. “It’s what started me on the path of cooking greatness.”

Justin’s jaw nearly dropped at the surprise and awe. Vic was giving him something so important and priceless. Placing the book gently on the table, Justin rushed to hug the older man who had been more like a father to him in the last three years.

“Thank you,” he whispered, tightly hugging the man.

"He sure has a thing for older men, eh?" Buttercup drawled, which brought about chuckling from the crowd.

Justin picked up another present. The tiny card said it was from Ben and Michael.

"Thanks, guys," he said. Getting rid of the paper, Justin found a Thai cook book.

"What the fuck?" he heard Brian growl from behind him.

"Now you won't have to annoy Ben and Michael by stopping over for dinner whenever you please," Justin told him.

"That was pretty much the point," Michael admitted. "Kill two birds with one stone."

"I love it!" Justin said. "Oh, shit. Look at how many more there are."

“Why don’t you finish opening them up later?” Brian offered, the gift opening getting too long for his liking. He hoped to get through the damn presents quickly, eat the damn cake and toss everybody out, so that he and the birthday boy could finally get to the actual celebrating.

Justin was all for Brian's suggestion, but he felt the need to ask, "Is everyone ok with that?" Before anyone could say no, he added, "And just look at all the cake! Deb could you..."

"Sure thing, baby," she said, a knife in her hand. "Come and get it boys!"

While Deb took care of distributing the cake, Justin walked back over to Brian's side.

"I guess it would be rude to kick everyone out now, huh?" he whispered.

“What’s rude is all of them staying here as long as they have,” Brian replied. “It’s not like they don’t know what’s going to happen once they leave.”

Justin smiled teasingly. "What's gonna happen once they leave? Have you got another surprise planned for me, Brian?"

Pressing himself tightly against the younger man, Brian ground his cock against Justin’s. “Oh, yeah. Big, hard surprise.”

Justin squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the feel of the movement. Re-opening his eyes, he grinned at Brian.

"You're wicked." He kissed his lover. "But so am I."

Moving towards the stereo, Justin pressed the 'off' button. Stretching his arms up over his head, he faked a yawn.

"Sorry, guys, but I'm beat," he said seriously. "I just wanted to say thanks for coming. Don't forget to take some cake on your way out."

"Sunshine!" Deb screeched. "Living with Brian is turning you into a... a..." She was speechless.

“One rude little fucker,” Mel said out loud what was on everybody else’s mind, shooting apologetic glances at Jennifer when she realized that Molly had heard what she said.

“You hear that, Sunshine?” Brian smirked as he walked up behind Justin, putting his arm around the smaller man’s shoulders. “Mel just called you rude. In muncher language, that’s considered to be a big compliment.” He shot daggers in Melanie’s direction, daring the woman to speak up.

Justin pulled away. "I don't think anyone heard a word I said."

The music started back up.

"Let's dance, Brian," Justin said, giving into the fact that they would not get a chance to fuck until later. Unless...

A thought struck him.

"Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to the bathroom..."

"Ok."

Justin sighed, realizing that his boyfriend didn't quite understand what he had meant.

"What I meant to say was: I am going to the bathroom. I'm not sure how long I'll be, so... if you're um... looking for me... I'll be in the bathroom..."

“Oh,” was all Brian was able to utter as he watched his lover retreat into the other end of the loft. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching either one of them. Nobody had a clue. They were all busy stuffing their mouths with white-frosted covered cake and gossiping about things they had no business talking about. Doing one last sweep of the loft, Brian casually crossed the living room toward the bathroom, disappearing behind the door that Justin held open for him.

“Hi,” Justin smiled, immediately wrapping his arms around Brian.

“Hi,” the brunet replied.

"Did anyone notice?" Justin asked breathlessly. He pulled away to start unbuttoning his jeans.

“I think they’re too busy giving themselves diabetes,” Brian responded, his shirt already sliding off his shoulders before he dipped his head to taste Justin’s lips. This was all the dessert he needed.

Justin gasped. "Hang on." When he was completely naked, he went back into Brian's arms.

"We're being rude, aren't we?" he asked, his teeth tugging on one of Brian's nipples.

Brian moaned, reveling in his lover’s touch. He hadn’t fucked Justin all day, which was a very rare occurrence with the two of them. To say that he was ready to explode would be an understatement.

“Fuck ‘em,” was all the ad exec was able to mutter before he attacked Justin’s mouth with his own.

It was over before Justin knew what was happening. Brian had him against the wall and was banging into him. The two were so desperate for the other, their release was almost instant.

Sighing, Justin felt Brian place a wet kiss on his neck before pulling out of him.

“I guess that’ll have to keep us satisfied until we get rid of the horde outside,” Brian said, reaching for the towel to clean Justin stomach.

Justin sighed again. He felt thoroughly fucked. All he wanted to do now was curl up in bed with Brian's arms around him... before they went for a second go.

He wasn't ready to go outside just yet either. Sliding the shower door open, he stepped inside and turned on the tap.

"Wash my back?" he suggested to Brian, a smirk on his face.

Brian’s gaze traveled up and down Justin’s body, lingering on the two firm and round butt cheeks wiggling at him. Stepping inside the shower, he closed the door behind them.

“I’ll wash your back, alright,” Brian responded in a low voice.

Justin laughed, turning into his lover's arms. He picked up the soap and slowly ran it along Brian's body.

“Just so you know,” Brian said in between moaning as his skin heated up under the warm water and the feel of his lover’s touch, “your next birthday ­ we’re locking the fucking door and not letting anybody in for twenty-four hours.”

Justin couldn't help feeling giddy inside. Brian was planning for the future... with him. It made Justin's heart accelerate with joy.

He kissed Brian's wet lips, drying them with his own, sucking at the moisture.

"Not for the whole week," Justin qualified. Then a thought struck him. "Oh, but, how will I get my presents?"

He felt a sting on his butt. Looking up, Brian was gazing into his eyes.

"What?"

"You know, I thought the whole spoiled brat act was supposed to go away with age," Brian said, squeezing Justin's soft, sensitive skin between his fingers again.

Justin laughed and got under the water. Shaking the excess water out from his hair, he said, "I'm not spoiled, Brian."

He heard Brian snort.

"But if I am, it's your fault."

"Oh, no," Brian slapped Justin's butt again. "This is the one thing I am not getting blamed for."

When the blond just grinned at him, Brian shook his head. "We should get out of here anyway before your mother breaks down the door to save you from my evil, pervert ways."

"I think she realizes there is no saving me now," Justin remarked.

He watched as Brian toweled his butt, tossing the towel behind him for Justin to catch.

"She knows how much you adore my spoiled ass," Justin teased as he wiped the moisture from his body. "How you'd go to the ends of the earth to make me happy. Kiss my feet if I wanted you to. Plan a surprise birthday party to make me feel special."

Justin laughed when he saw the expression on Brian's face.

"Get over it, Brian," he said, pulling up his pants. "Everyone knows the truth now. There is no denying it anymore."

"That's what you got wrong, Sunshine," Brian replied in complete seriousness as he picked up his shirt off the floor. "I didn't plan the fucking party to make you feel special." When Justin gave him the incredulous look, Brian continued. "That's total dyke territory. And you should know better than even imply that I would go there."

Justin rolled his eyes at that and continued dressing, occasionally throwing glances at his delusional lover.

"I did it to get those females off my fucking back," Brian said. "You should have heard them - Brian, he's 21. It's an important birthday. We have to have a party. Blah, blah, blah, blah."

He shrugged.

"They were gonna do it anyway and my motto is, if you do it, do it right. And since I'm the only one who could do it right, it was only a logical choice."

When he finished, Brian looked up at his lover, receiving a bored look in return.

"Are you done?" the now fully dressed Justin asked.

He was full of shit and he and Justin both knew it. It was time to cut his losses and admit defeat. Sighing, Brian buttoned the last button on his shirt and moved toward the door. Like hell he'd admit it. Justin knowing about it was bad enough, he decided as he swung the door open.

"Where'd everyone go?" Justin asked over his shoulder when he noticed the loft was quiet and empty.

Brian read from a white piece of paper he found near the cake. "Enjoy the rest of your birthday."

Justin smiled. "How sweet!"

He scooped icing from the cake on his finger, drawing it to his mouth to suck on the sugary sweetness.

"This is so good," Justin moaned. "I'm gonna get fat."

"No, you're not," Brian returned from the kitchen, where he was packing away the alcohol. "Because you're not going to eat anymore of that fucking cake. Put it down and come help me clean this shit up."

Justin snorted. "Fat chance. It's still my birthday and I refuse to clean."

He sucked on another bit of icing before making his way to the bedroom. He heard Brian sigh, followed by a, "Fuck it," before the brunet joined him in bed.

Justin tossed his leg over both of Brian's, his arm flung around his lover's slim waist. Tossing his head back, he waited for his customary good night kiss... but Brian hesitated.

"What is it?" Justin asked immediately.

Instead of replying, Brian leaned in and kissed him, softly, gently brushing his lips against Justin's full ones.

"Open the top drawer," Brian murmured, breathing against his cheek.

"What for?" Justin groaned, hiding his face in Brian's arm. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

Brian pushed Justin off him. "You can sleep later, go open the fucking drawer."

Justin saw the tender expression pass across Brian's face and felt guilty.

"Ok, ok," he said getting off the bed. "I'm going."

He opened the top drawer.

"Not that one," Brian said as he lit a cigarette.

Justin opened the second drawer. Inside, there was a long package.

"What's this?" he asked, staring down at the package.

"Open it," Brian said.

Justin's hands shook as he pulled out the contents.

"Oh, fuck," he said softly. "Brian..."

"I'll take it as a sign that you approve," Brian said, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Justin chewed on his bottom lip. "You didn't have to get me a present, Bri. The party was enough."

He couldn't help crawling back into the bed and over Brian to shower kisses on his lover's face.

"You're so sweet," Justin told him, as he straddled Brian's chest. "It says here we leave Sunday afternoon and..." He paused. "Fuck. Brian! We're going for an entire week? How'd you manage that?"

"I'm a partner. I can do whatever the fuck I want, including taking a well deserved vacation."

"And you wanna take it with *me?*" Justin leaned down, pressing his forehead against Brian's. "Are you sure you wanna do this? We already are in each other's faces everyday. Can you take an entire week with just *me?*"

"Ahh, yes, well," Brian leaned his forehead against Justin's. "Those are the sacrifices we make for a nice tan, or in your case, a nice case of crispy chicken skin."

He choked with laughter at the indignant look on his young lover’s face, till he was tickled into submission and forced  to concede that now that he was twenty one, Justin could definitely leave the chicken label behind.

June 2003