Justin mistakenly gets sent to Brian by one of Brian‘s Eastern European clients as his ‘mail order bride’. 

Who would you be if you had no memory of who you were?     

Begins during the Rage launch party in 220. Much of Brian may seem out of character here, because... well... who is Brian, really?  

NOTE: Please remember that literary license is being taken with the factual aspect of the medical diagnosis of amnesia here. Although Transient Global Amnesia is a factual diagnosis, it is usually of very short duration, and quite rare, no matter what television and stories try to make of it. My interpretation, since this is fiction, is a bit longer than medically factual. 

I own only the fedora. Everything else belongs to CowLip, et al. 

If Brian and Michael had done the deed, and Justin and Ben had balls of steel. How might it have gone?

A little humor, a little angst, and a touch of Jesus.

Another kind-of-a-snippet-definitely-a-morality-tale one-off, while I'm finishing up a longer work. 

Deb overhears. Deb blabs. Sunshine goes Super Nova. 

Let's pretend Brian was more open with Justin about the cancer and the Divina Devore arc never happened. Screwing with the timeline a bit. 

A snippet.

The genesis of Brian and Justin's steamy celebration of the time change. It all began in New York...    

Intent on learning a new skill, Justin asks Brian to give him lessons on how to give a blow job. Apparently Brian tastes better than a carrot. Funny and playful at times, the way they are when no one is watching.