Looking back, Brian can’t be entirely certain when it started happening, but he’d venture to guess it had been happening all along. If he’s being honest, he can’t pinpoint the exact moment in time when he fell in love, because he had absolutely no idea that’s what he was feeling. Love was phony, fraudulent. It was pretense on the best of days. What he was feeling for Justin was earth shatteringly real.

“I have an idea,” Brian says. “Are you touching yourself?”

A tale of a man, his lamp, and how it found a home atop his refrigerator. 100% pure crack.

He is burning... Burning... Alight from within.

It hurts… It hurts.

He is so in love. He is so alive.

In this moment, powerful hands claiming him, he belongs to Brian. Mind, body, soul.

Gap filler for 2x10, set immediately after the scene where Brian and Justin discuss the dangers of hooking up with strangers. Justin asks to be fucked, Brian is more than happy to oblige.

The way he looks at you now, it’s like an epiphany.

“If I’m going to keep you on as an intern, I need to be sure you’re capable of performing the tasks required of you.” Brian begins dropping a trail of kisses down Justin’s chest, trailing his tongue down his belly until he reaches the line of pre-come pooling there.