My Wanton Lustful Angel

Brian's POV:

Holy fuck!

The little shit wore me out; and he's the one sleeping peacefully next to me looking like an angel while I lay here staring at the ceiling caressing his warm skin, breathing in his scent.

The little fucker.

I have no idea what set him off, I mean it started like every other day. I woke up alone, Justin had the early shift at the diner. He works all sorts of crazy hours since he's still out of school. Shit, I wish they'd lift his suspension, maybe they will once the dust settles. I still don't have a job, not a real one or what I consider a real job. I do have clients, more clients than I thought I did. Seems they like a man who has principles. Ha! I have no principles except for sucking and fucking.

I guess I'm okay, not a lot of cash to throw around but I've got something more important.

The little shit, he rolled over and took the blankets with him, the fucker. So now I'm forced to spoon up next to him. God I love the way he smells.

Anyway, he worked for most of the day, I had a few meetings then we met for dinner. No not at the grease pit not after he spent the whole fucking day slinging hash you think I'd make him eat there? Uh uh, took him home to shower, made him put on some decent clothes and took him to that nice Italian place he likes. We talked or he talked and I listened. I let him babble on about his day . I love hearing his voice. Shit, maybe I said that out loud cause he stopped talking and had this goofy grin on his face. Nah, I don't think so because the little twat wouldn't let something like that go by without a comment. Nah. He looked down at his pasta and continued to babble on.

We shared some dessert; yeah he actually got me to eat some of his ice cream. Vanilla of course. Then we went to Woody's to meet up with Mikey and Emmett. Even Deb and Vic were there. It's good to see them both get out and relax a bit. They both work so hard.

I left the little princess with his fairy godmother to shoot some pool with Mikey. Of course I can't leave the twat alone for five minutes before some fag tries to hit on him. Shit! Don't these guys know who I am, fuck. Most of the time he just shakes his pretty little head no and the trick moves on but sometimes they don't take the hint. Even with Emmett standing right next to him the trick was persistent. I put down my cue, walk over and told the guy to fuck off. The guy left but then I get the goofy look again from the boy. All I said was fuck off, at least that's what I think I said. I mean even Emmett had a goofy grin and so did Deb and Vic. They all had that same goofy grin. Shit, has the world gone mad? All I said was ‘he's my boyfriend now fuck off'—oh shit, is that what I said? I was angry, everyone knows that Justin belongs to me but I couldn't have said that, did I? No, I couldn't of, cause I know the little fucker would never let the ‘B' word go by without saying something about it. Nor would Em and Vic and especially not Debbie. She'd scream it all up and down Liberty Avenue if I ever said the ‘B' word. So I went back to play pool and left the crazy people giggling.

Shit.

I got bored with Woody's and was gonna come home but the guys wanted to go to Babylon. I wasn't in the mood but Mikey needed to have some fun. He's been through a lot of shit with Hunter and Ben's been feeling tired so I said ok.

Em and the princess were shaking their ample booties all over the floor while me and Mikey threw back some more beers. I guess he was happy I came out with him, he deserves to be happy. So I lead him out on to the dance floor, it was like we were young again dancing together with not a care in the world. Yeah, he's my best friend and I love him.

The four of us dance for hours, we danced, laughed and goofed around. And watched the princess get hit on again. He's so cute when he turns them down. When I get hit on I just tell them to fuck off but Justin's way too polite. Shit, we were standing close together at the bar talking and kissing. I love the way he kisses me, how he tastes, how, shit. We were standing sucking on each others tongue when some guy taps my shoulder. Fuck! Couldn't he see that I was busy, I mean Justin had his tongue half way down my throat and this fucking guy taps my shoulder. So I told him to fuck off. Then there's that goofy smile again and even from Mikey. Well he always looks goofy but shit what's come over these guys. I said ‘ fuck off I'm his'; no I didn't say that, did I? No, I'm Brian fuckin' Kinney, I would never say that.

I had enough of Babylon so we went to the diner for some coffee.

It was quiet, that was good. Emmett went on about the parties he had lined up and I gave him a few ideas on how to market himself. Justin was doodling on a napkin. The kid has got some real talented fingers and I'm not just talking about how he strokes my cock. No, he drew up something for Emmett and the two of us came up with a little campaign. Emmett was clapping bouncing in his seat, I thought he was going to explode pink confetti all over the fucking place. Well he signed on with me. He can't pay much, hell I wasn't gonna take his money he's a friend but he insisted. So I said okay, told him to give me twenty bucks and a small cut for me and Justin if the ad brought him any new clients. He has a real good client base; networking, I like networking and I'm good at that.

Justin and I sat there huddled together. I asked his opinion on some ads I was working on, more doodles on napkins. He came up with something for every one of them. It's like he can read my mind, knew what I wanted before I could put it into words. I was so proud of him. Now that I remember saying out loud. He flashed me that smile full and bright, shit, it lit up the whole diner. Then he hugged me. I returned the hug, I couldn't help it. I guess somehow I got it right and made him happy for a change. I don't know what I said or what I did but he was happy that's all that matters.

When I broke the hug to look at him he had this sleepy lusty look in his eyes. I cupped his chin and planted a kiss. We were ready to go. "Come on Picasso let's go home", I said; we said goodnight to Em and Mikey and left.

There's still not much in the loft. We have Justin's computer and I got a cheap desk and then there's Justin easel near the window. He kinda created a little studio for himself near the window, I don't mind. I love watching him work. Even without the furniture the loft feels more homey now.

Most of the time Justin stays over, sometimes he, we need space so then he stays with Daphne a couple of nights then comes home to me. My little gypsy. This time he doesn't mind it, it's not like he's homeless; he has two homes, with Daph and with me. That little girl is almost as smart as he is, smarter maybe. She'll call me to tell me he's okay or when I need to get off my ass and come and get my boyfriend. She's the only one I'd let get away with the boyfriend crack. Well I guess he is in a way. Justin's still a boy and he is my friend so there.

He's turned over again, buried into my side. His little buzz cut head tickles my skin. I miss that hair but he's still my golden boy. I wrap my arms around him. I love holding him, it feels right.

When we came home and shut the door he was on me like white on rice. I have no idea why he attacked me like some wanton hussy. I knew he wasn't too tired,we're never too tired for sex. We always fuck, it's always so good with him.

He dragged me to the bed, well he didn't have to drag me I'm always willing but he's so sexy when he's butch so I let him drag me. He pushed me down on the bed and POW he attacked. Clothes went flying! He grabbed about a dozen condoms and the lube. Holy fuck! I mean I'm good but not that good. Then he got that look in his eyes, the little fucker wanted to top me. I glanced at the pile of condoms and he laughed, we both laughed. "No you asshole, they're for both of us." The brat was so turned on that this was gonna be an all night fuck-a-thon. Well I was up for it, literally. Not having to work 12-14 hour days anymore, well let's just say I have a lot more energy and a lot more ideas on how to use it up.

Well we damn near went through the whole pile of condoms. So we lay here. He's in my arms with his head on my chest. I love touching his back, I love the feel of his skin, I love the smell of him, I guess I love him.

Shit, the fucker's looking up at me and there's that goofy grin. What the fuck? The grin turns into a smile, I know that smile. What the hell did I do now?

"Brian"

Shit, the twat's reaching for a condom, oh no, he can't want. I didn't say it out loud did I?

"Holy fuck"

"Brian"

My wanton lustful angel.

A Slip of the Tongue

Justin's POV:

Something's up with Brian lately. Maybe all this time away from an office is effecting his brain. I'm not sure what it is but lately he's been mumbling and muttering to himself and sometimes right out loud too. I'm not even sure if he realizes he's doing it.

Like the other night at dinner. I was babbling on about my day, I know, I guess I do that a lot sometimes but he was listening. I mean really listening, not pretending to listen and hoping I'd stop but really paying attention. Well at some point over the pasta I hear him mumble that he liked hearing my voice. Shit! I know he didn't realize what he said, I tried not to dwell on it. I think I stopped eating for a second but only a second and I didn't comment. He taught me how to hide my feelings, well maybe not as good as he does but I try. I've tried not to wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

Brian can be difficult at times; well there's a stupid understatement, but he's changing, we all are. He even went along with Michael when he wanted to go Babylon. I could tell Brian wasn't in the mood but he knows how down Michael is about the Hunter thing and how tired Ben gets so Brian went along to Babylon. He danced with Michael all night long. They both looked so happy, so relaxed. It was nice for them both like that.

I think Brian's happier now. I mean even without a job or what he considers a job, he's calmer, friendlier, peaceful. Oh he still growls a lot but he wouldn't be Brian without the growling.

Like at Woody's when the trick wouldn't take no for an answer. Brian growled and told the trick to fuck off and even said the 'B' word. I tried to ignore it. I even warned Emmett, Deb and Vic not to say anything cause that would push Brian backwards. He's trying to express some of his feelings and I know how hard that is for him to do. If we push he won't show them but if we lay back and be patient his feelings for others will eventually show. I know it I can feel it. But there are many challenges when attempting to climb Mt. Kinney.

When climbing Mt. Kinney one must have the proper equipment and I don't mean a cock, well that helps. One must have plenty of rope cause you'll fall a lot so you need to tie yourself off, repeatedly. You need lots of patience and I don't do patience well but you need a lot and a lot of time. This may take years, at least three of mine so far. Ya also need lots of stamina and not just for sex. Brian can sure wear me out sometimes, maybe that's why I eat a lot and never gain weight. He just wears me out emotionally and physically.

At times he'll ignore me for days. That's when I stay at Daph's. It's like he knows when we need space, I need space and then BOOM, he's at the door step telling me to get my ass in gear and come home. He'll take me to dinner or ask me to cook for him; that's his way of telling me that he misses me. Sometimes I think Daphne calls him. She wouldn't do that, would she? No.

Anyway, there are other little changes. Like when he hovers around me like a big old guard dog (he'd kill me for the old part), or like a lion protecting his mate. Ya think I'd be insulted, I'm not a kid I can handle myself. I'm not a damsel in distress but he likes being the knight in not so shining armor. And what does it hurt to let him be that way, to puff up his chest and claim me, it's so romantic (hehehe).

Like at Babylon. We were having some serious tongue action when some trick taps Brian on the shoulder. I mean come on, couldn't the guy see we were busy? Well Brian tells the guy to fuck off and let's it slip that he was mine. WOW, that nearly blew me away but I think I covered it up okay. But I did try to show my appreciation in my own little way when we got back to the loft.

We were true partners that night, equals, both top and bottom, two pieces of our crazy puzzle that fit so well together. It felt so right, so good and he liked it. He loved it all.

And it was soooo amazing!

I like this new improved Brian but he also scares me. I've fallen off of Mt. Kinney too many times in the past and it's scary and it hurts. If I fall this time I'm not sure if I can get back up again. It hurts that much.

Then I remember later that night or early in the morning, depending on your point of view, I felt him caress me. Rubbing my skin, my back, inhaling my scent and he slipped again. I heard it, I heard him. He said it but I didn't let on cause I knew it would go away, he'd go away. But for all my falling off the mountain that is Brian fuckin' Kinney, to hear him say he loves me is worth all the pain.

I love you too Brian Kinney, I love you too.

Together with the Boy

Brian's POV:

I wonder where my little blond boy is tonight? He's probably at Daph's in his room sitting on his little bed with a sketch pad in his hand happily drawing another dick doodle.

Some interesting changes have taken place over the past few months and not all bad. I have to admit technically, for lack of a better word, we've been going out on dates. Brian Kinney does not do dates. I hate that word, it reminds me of the fruit, sticky sweet, shit. I prefer to think of it as two guys spending time together going to dinner or the movies or even just a walk in the park. Not a date.

And we try to be economical about it, share the expense. Sometimes he does insist on paying for dinner. I really don't like it but to see his face light up when I let him pay the check, well it's worth the shot to my ego. Mmm, that beautiful radiant smile. I don't eat much so it's like the boy's buying his own dinner, right? He has to eat besides it's fun to share with him. He always gets these huge portions then he force feeds me. Well there's no harm in letting him think that we're on a date. My reward is that smile.

Sometimes we rent a movie and watch it at Daphne's. I don't consider that a date either, but he acts like it is. I show up with the popcorn and the beer and he has the movie and his god awful snacks. Then we settle in and watch. Sometimes Daph will hang with us. The two of them go on babbling to each other, it's like watching a ping pong match. Half the time I don't know what their saying and the other half they're talking so fast that I can't get in a word even if I did know. They're cute to watch; kids.

After a while Daphne will disappear into her room or go out with friends, you know just in case we want to be alone together. It's weird, I mean I enjoy his company without having sex with him. Now that's a new level to our, uh ‘R', I mean it's all about fucking isn't it? We'll cuddle, yes I know I don't cuddle either, the inadequacy of the English language, I guess technically it's cuddling. He'll lean up against me on the couch or on the floor, we'll have a throw or a blanket around us and I hold him in my arms. I guess it's an official cuddle or snuggle, god forbid. It feels right.

We'll sit there and watch the movie and then go to sleep. Most of the time we make it over to his little bed and I'm forced to spoon up close cause if I didn't I'd fall out of his bed. So that's more like self preservation rather than anything romantic.

We don't always have sex, it's just enough to fall asleep together. Then other times BAM (thanks Emeril), after ‘date' sex at the loft is incredible. I can always tell when he's going to pounce. He gets a little more bounce in his step. Yup, that little swish of his oh so perfect ass gets bouncier. His eyes sparkle like a lake reflecting the sun and he'll get quiet like he's plotting something or he rambles on about nothing because he's so excited. Then once we're alone it's BAM, he's all over me. Anything goes there's nothing he wont do. Amazing; sucking and fucking until there's not an ounce of body fluid left between us. Then we cuddle up together and fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

I miss him when we don't sleep together. The bed, the loft feels big and lonely when he's not here *sigh*.

Back to our so called dates. Once he got a pair of tickets to a free concert in the park. I don't even think he knew who was playing but he was all excited and wanted me to go. He knows how I hate that shit music but then he gave me the eyes, all blue and dreamy. Then went the lips all pouty and quivering and then back to the eyes. Within three bats of his long lashes I knew I was fucked. I said yes and for a one fleeting horrible moment I thought he was going to go all Emmett on me but he controlled himself. Then the little shit proceeded to tell me what I could and could not wear. He didn't want to be embarrassed. Now what the fuck is that all about? Me embarrass him with my clothes, it's more like the other way around. He rattled on that my designer clothes were too sophisticated for an outdoor concert and of course what if the weather didn't cooperate, blah, blah, blah. I went a long with his suggestions until it came down to my shoes. He said sneakers, I said Prada, end of discussion.

The concert was okay, I still have no idea who the band was or what they were singing, screaming's more like it. It was damp and a little chilly I'm glad we brought a tarp to sit on and blankets to wrap up in. The little shit was so happy after that we barely made it home.

He started his attack in the car, then continued in the elevator and while I was trying to open the door. After I dressed to please him the horny twat couldn't wait to tear the clothes off me. So what's a man to do when his boyfriend, uh lover, uh whatever starts ripping off your clothes; you help him of course.

So we're both naked by the time we reach the bed and he stops. He hugs me then leans back a little to look up into my eyes and says, "Thank you Brian". Now that I didn't expect. I mean he got us the tickets, I just went along but he thanked me. The silly little shit.

I couldn't think of anything to say so I let my lips say it for me. I kissed him long and deep then we made love. I know Brian Kinney doesn't make love he fucks, well I guess there's a first time for everything. First fucks, first boyfriends, first dates and first making love.

Lately it's not just fucking, not all hard and fast but also slow and sweet.

We touch.

We caress.

We breathe in each other's scent.

We savor each taste.

We hold each other.

Then we, oh god, I'm hard and leaking just thinking about it, about him, the boy, my boy. Him and his dates. I guess if sharing a meal together or watching a movie together or going to a concert together are considered dates then I guess I'll have to put up with that word. Maybe I should just call it my together time with the boy. We're just going out together, yeah, I like that. I don't do dates but I do like being together with the boy.

That sounds better; being together with my boy. Maybe I'll call him...

"Hey Justin?"

"Hey Bri"

"Justin, how about you and me get together?"

Yeah, getting together is so much better than a date any time!

The Queen and I

Justin's POV:

Brian and I have reached a new plateau in our , uh you know the ‘R' word. Brian Kinney does do dates, he just doesn't do that word.

As I sit on the edge of a precipice on Mt. Kinney it all becomes clear to me. Brian does not like the word ‘date'. It probably reminds him of the fruit which well you know the way his mind works, he probably associates it with some anti-gay reference. Anyway whatever the reason he just doesn't like the word. However, he does like the act of dating although I have noticed that he refers to it as us being together. Well hey I'm cool with it; I love being together with him too.

I've even managed to get him to let me pay for dinner without him queening out on me but it ain't easy. First I have to really work hard at the diner to earn some good tips, you can't take Brian Kinney just anywhere for dinner, it's got to be special. Then you have to make the reservations but not just any reservations. I have to let them know to give me a double portion of whatever I order so I can share it with him. Sneaky huh? He thinks I don't know that he'll only order a salad or say he's only in the mood for the soup, so I make sure I get a double portion then complain that it's too much for me to eat. That way he's forced to share with me and I know he's going to like it cause I order with his discriminating palette in mind. I didn't 1500 on my SATs for nothing.

I got him to come with me to an outdoor concert once. I knew he'd hate the music and the band wasn't really any good but we were together. That's the point. I was so excited after the concert that I pounced on him that night. We barely made it home. I had to thank him properly, right?

Sometimes when we get together its just to watch a movie; I like staying home with him. He even doesn't mind if Daphne's watching with us. It seems that we amuse him when we chatter on. I'm not sure if he's aware of the silly look he gets on his face. Then Daph will go out or to her room so the Queen and I can spend some quality alone time together. And it's not always sex. Sometimes it's just enough to cuddle. Yeah I know Brian Kinney does not cuddle. HA! A lot you know cause he does cuddle and he has it down to a fine art. First he'll let me lean in close and we'll be wrapped up in a blanket and then his arms slowly snake around me and stay there all night long. There we'll sit watching the movie or the news or the Power Puff Girls with his arms holding me tight. Now if that's not a cuddle then call me Ted.

Sometimes he'll stay over with me at Daph's. Now he has to snuggle up real close to me cause one time he almost fell out of bed, *giggle*. So we spoon, he hates that word too, all night long.

When we go back to the loft after our date, uh together time, that's when the real fun begins. Spending all this time alone with him makes me horny; ok I'm always horny but I can't help it. Come on, look at him, wouldn't you be horny if you were next to him. Anyway I guess I get a little pushy, he doesn't seem to mind it. He'll let me have my way with him so to speak. Of course he'll have his way with me too, over and over and over again. I think that's why I hide from him for a couple of days, just to recover.

Like now, sitting in my room at Daph's. I've been sketching him again, thinking about all the changes we've gone through over the past few months and the changes in our ‘R'. Even our sex life has changed. Oh it's still magic, never the same way twice, always exciting, always mind blowing, always amazing but it has transformed. We make love. He can be so loving, so gentle, it's like he wants to imprint every touch, every caress. It's like we breathe in each other's scent, savor the taste of each other. And when we kiss, he can make me cum with one of his kisses or a lick to my neck. Oh god I'm so hard. I wish he'd call...

"Hey Justin?"

"Hey Bri"

"Justin, how about we get together?"

See, Brian Kinney soooo does do dates!

My Best Friend and his Man

Daphne's POV:

I love my best friend; he's cute, funny, talented, and he was my first, you know. We've known each other since we were babies and if it wasn't for one small detail he'd probably be my boy friend instead of my best friend. Our families would be planning our wedding and suggesting names for our kids, but there's one thing wrong with that scenario isn't there?

I used to dream about what our kids would look like, his blue eyes, my curly hair, sometimes I still do. I think one day he may even ask me to have a baby with him, I don't know why I think that but I do. I know with all the shit that's going on in his life that's the last thing on his mind but for some reason I think it and I would say yes. But that can wait, we're way too young right now.

My best friend can be a real idiot sometimes and very annoying. He'll come home, start slamming things, kicking the garbage can, cursing and smoking too much. That's when I know he's had a 'spat' with that special person in his life. *He did this and he did that and he's such an asshole and do you know what he did now?* I let him rant, then he calms down goes into his room and sits with his sketch pad. Sometimes he comes home exhausted and not from over work. That's when I can't help but laugh at him. I would never laugh when he's angry or upset but when he's tired from, you know, I can't help but laugh. He has this dreamy look on his face, sighs these long sighs and walks kinda funny. And then he starts to complain, again, doesn't it seem like he's always complaining? I mean he complains the asshole does something wrong and then he complains when the man does something right. Think about it, would you do all that complaining cause that special someone in your life wants to, you know, with you all the time? God how stupid is that? But he's here complaining, my ass hurts, my dick hurts, far too much information. Do I really need to hear all that? I guess he took the hint cause he's in his room now singing to himself and sketching.

I love watching him draw and so does that special person, his man. I've noticed that they've reached a new level in their relationship and yes I can say the 'R' word and I'm allowed to say the 'B' word too. I think I'm one of the few that my best friend's boyfriend will let say the 'B' word.

Anyway the boyfriend comes over with his box of popcorn and the beer and we all watch a movie. Sometimes if the movie sucks we'll watch cartoons. Silly isn't it, to see this tall, lean, gorgeous man cuddling with his boy watching the Power Puff Girls. My favorite one is Buttercup cause she's the tough one. The man's favorite is Bubbles cause she reminds him of his boy, blond, cute, all sweetness and sometimes clueless. It's so cute. Now what boyfriend would watch the Power Puff Girls with you, not many I can tell you!

Sometimes the man will just sit and let my best friend fall asleep and then watch him sleep; I think he does it on purpose. They'll be watching the news with the volume low, then the man will caress my friend's skin, whisper softly in his ear and lull him to sleep. I think he does it cause he knows how hard my friend works at the diner and that he worries a lot. My best friend worries about everything; he worries that his man wont find a job, or that his Mom will be lonely, or that his sister wont have a good Dad in her life. He's too young to do all that worrying. So I watch while this beautiful man puts my best friend to sleep to stop the worrying.

Sometimes the man will also drift off to sleep. So I make sure they have blankets and I'll turn off the TV and the lights and go to bed. There are the other times when the man will put his boy to bed and then we'll talk. Now that's amazing, I mean what can he and I possibly have to talk about but we find something. That's when I know just how much the man really loves my best friend. One night we were talking for a couple of hours but every once in a while the man would get up and look in on my best friend, just checking that he's alright; he's so protective. Then we both started yawning and giggling, he kissed me goodnight and he went into my best friend's room.

Now you know I would never listen in on them but these walls are thin and I've never seen or heard two men, you know. I mean my friend has told me the gory details but I never... Anyway I heard the man take off his clothes, the bed creak as he got in and my best friend mumble the man's name. I heard the man gently whisper, lulling his boy back to sleep. I'd hear my friend say 'I love you' but in that sleepy voice and after a while the man would whisper it back, like he was making sure that my friend was sleeping. Like this is a big secret? And no one is supposed to know. Grown ups! Men! He's not so smart, everyone knows that he loves his boy whether he says it or not, we all know. DUH! Men can be such idiots.

My best friend is happy now. He still worries, he's such a drama princess but I've never seen him as happy as he is now. Even with the spats he's happy cause he knows his man will call. I have to admit that I do butt in when my best friend's been here long enough but the man never seems to mind. I'd call the loft or the man's cell and tell him to get his skinny ass here to pick up his boyfriend. I'd hear the gasp at the 'B' word then silently dare him to deny it. I know he can't do it so he doesn't even try.

The three of us have been through too much together. You know the ba..., I still can't talk too much about it. That's another way I know how much the man loves my best friend and he'd do anything for him. And I know my friend would give his man his last dime, risk it all for his man. They have risked it all. Risked all that they hold dear, for what they believe in.

So no matter how stupid my best friend and his man may act or how idiotic, I know they'll work it out. They wont give up not these two *sigh*. Hmm, it's been a couple of days, well if the asshole doesn't call soon I may have to...oh wait, his phone.

"Hey Bri"

Oh see, all better now. He's giggling, wait, yup he's packing his bag, uh huh there's goes the shower. Well I'll be on my own for a few days; it's not so bad. I like having the space and it'll be nice not to see his gross socks all over the couch or on the bathroom floor. Men can be pigs. My best friend will be with his man and all be right in the world again.

"Hey Daph, when Brian gets here tell him I'll be only a minute"

"Sure"

A minute! A minute my creamy brown butt, he takes longer than me to get his ass in gear. Oh the door.

"Hey Brian"

"Hey Sweetcheeks, where's my boy?"

"Getting ready"

"So we can be here for..."

"At least another twenty minutes"

*sigh* *giggle*

---twenty minutes later---

"Hey what are you two laughing at?"

"Oh nothing"

"Uh huh, why do I get the feeling that this could be bad, my best friend and my, uh, whatever are sitting together and laughing; Brian lets go before you two do something that I may regret"


"Too late Sunshine; bye Daphne"

*kiss*

"Later Daph"

"Bye guys"

My best friend and his man; god I love those two. My life would certainly be a lot duller without them and I'll be here if they need me cause he's my best friend and that will never change.

And the man, well he may be an asshole sometimes but he loves my best friend, loves him sooo much and that's all that matters.

That's thing only thing that matters!