Justin walked into the crowded nightclub with Aaron, one of the guys he'd been working with for the past six months. It was a night for celebration; Rage: The Movie had finished filming and after another month of tying up loose ends on the administration side, he'd be going home. Home to Pittsburgh, home to his family and friends.

Home to Brian.

The very thought brought a smile to his face and Aaron nudged him with an elbow. "If you don't wipe that silly grin off your face, people will think I'm here with a moron," he teased.

Justin laughed. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Yeah, I know, one more month and then back home to all the hot sex you can possibly handle."

The smile was back in full force. "Yeah," he breathed, his mind already wandering to the possibilities.

Aaron shook his head, chuckling while he took his friend's arm and led him toward the dance floor. "Come on, we'd better work off some of that energy or I won't be responsible for where those wicked thoughts of yours will land you."

Justin allowed himself to get lost in the sea of bodies on the floor. The deep bass thump reminded him of Babylon and he closed his eyes as he imagined Brian dancing with him, their bodies swaying together, slowly getting closer until they became one throbbing mass of erotic promise.

"Don't look now, but someone's been watching you and he's headed this way."

Aaron's voice broke into his thoughts and he opened his eyes, almost immediately sighting the tall, muscular man his friend had been referring to.

"Hey," the stranger greeted him with a leering smile.

"Not interested," Justin answered, dismissing the man with his eyes as he turned his attention back to his dance partner.

The man stood there for a moment, his smile fading as Justin continued to ignore him. With a muttered curse under his breath, he finally turned and stalked toward a young blond dancing with a group of friends nearby.

"Creepy," Aaron whispered. Justin just shrugged it off and continued to dance.

Three hours later, Justin had been hit on or propositioned at least a dozen more times, including two further attempts from the same tall, imposing stranger. Between the constant advances and the gorgeous hazel eyes that had been following his every movement from the catwalk for the last hour, he'd had enough of the club.

"No, thanks," he said curtly to a dirty blond at the bar. Turning to where his friend stood beside him, he sighed. "I'm tired; I think I'm going to head out."

"I'd be tired too if I had to fight men off with a stick all night," Aaron smiled.

Justin rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide a small smile. "You were doing all right from what I could see. How many trips to the backroom was that? Four? Five?"

"Two," Aaron corrected him on a chuckle. "Though I do think the numbers might begin to climb once you leave."

"Trying to get rid of me?" Justin teased.

"I could do without the competition," Aaron bantered back.

Justin laughed, knowing full well he was no real competition for the dark haired, blue eyed man beside him. They didn't often get a chance to frequent the night spots, but when they did, they made a striking pair, one blond, one dark with two sets of intense blue eyes between them. He also knew that Aaron could have taken up more offers of trips to the backroom, but didn't want to leave Justin alone all night, knowing the blond wasn't in the mood to partake himself.

"Well, then, I guess I'd better get going so you'll have at least a fair chance," he joked, downing the rest of his beer. "I'll see you Monday."

It was a short few blocks back to his apartment and Justin decided to take advantage of the nice evening and walk instead of calling for a taxi. He turned around at one point with an uneasy feeling of being followed and saw the same man who'd been staring at him from the catwalk. The man turned into a small variety store shortly after being spotted and Justin breathed a sigh of relief. Still, he quickened his pace, glad when he finally slipped his key into the lock on his apartment door.

That relief proved short-lived as he felt a hand clamp over his mouth. He struggled for only a second before feeling the flat edge of what could only be a knife against his throat.

"Inside," his attacker's voice hissed. "Make a scene and you'll be sorry."

Justin's breath quickened as he pushed the door open and cautiously made his way into the apartment. "Not a word," the voice behind him warned. "Understand?"

He nodded slightly so as not to cut himself on the blade still at his throat. The man removed the hand from his mouth and quickly pushed the door closed behind them, engaging the deadbolt and lessening the blond's chances of escape.

In an instant, Justin felt the blade being withdrawn and his hands being pulled behind his back where his attacker held his wrists firmly.

"I've been watching you all night," the man whispered into his ear causing Justin to shudder. "Teasing all those men. Shaking that ass of yours. You like to tease, don't you,

Blondie?"

Justin shook his head slightly to deny the man's words.

He only chuckled harshly. "Yes, you do. You enjoy watching them drooling at your feet, just so that you can turn them down. Makes you feel powerful, in control… hot. Doesn't it?"

Again, Justin could only shake his head, afraid to even utter a denial.

"Maybe we should see how you like being on the receiving end," the man continued, his breath hot in Justin's ear. "See if you can take it the way you dish it out."

Not knowing what response might anger the man further, Justin stood still and silent, his mind tearing through all possible avenues of escape.

His pulse quickened as he felt something being wrapped around his wrists and tied. A moment later, the blade was back, lightly running down the side of his cheek. He tried not to flinch, afraid that he might be inadvertently cut, but he couldn't suppress a nearly inaudible whimper as the thin edge made its way across his skin.

"It would be a shame to have to mark up something so perfect," the man was murmuring. "But you do as you're told and I won't have to, understand?"

Justin managed the barest of nods before he felt something being slipped over his eyes. He gasped as the blindfold was tied behind his head, plunging him into complete darkness.

"Move," the man said, holding his arms and propelling him further into the apartment. There were only two doors off the main living area, one leading to the bathroom and one to the dwelling's only bedroom. Though he'd had no doubt as to the man's intentions, his breath quickened as he was pushed onto the bed face first.

"Now, let's just see what you've been hiding all night, shall we?"

Without another word, the man proceeded to remove the blond's shoes, socks, jeans and underwear, leaving the smaller man with only his t-shirt for cover.

He held his breath, waiting for whatever would come next. Behind the blindfold, he closed his eyes when the man began to caress his ass cheeks.

"Beautiful," his attacker whispered almost inaudibly.

Unsure what to expect, Justin was surprised when he felt the bonds on his wrists being released. His mind in a whirl, he wasn't aware that he was tensing his muscles for escape until the man leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Don't move."

Justin swallowed hard as he weighed his options. Before he had a chance to act, he was flipped over, eliciting a harsh gasp of surprise. His arms were raised over his head and his t-shirt gone before he even realized what was happening.

"Mmmm, that's a nice look for you," his assailant chuckled, causing Justin to blush. Before he knew it, the man flipped him over once again and proceeded to secure his left wrist to the wrought iron headboard.

While he still had one arm free, Justin began to struggle wildly, his unencumbered limbs flailing in the darkness, desperate to make contact.

He heard a muttered curse from his attacker before he felt the man sit heavily on his legs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. With his movements limited, it was only a matter of moments before the larger man had his other wrist secured to the headboard.

Both men were panting, one prone on his stomach, the other sitting astride him, both winded from the brief but intense struggle.

"You'll have to pay for that," the man finally hissed.

Justin held his breath, wondering what sort of retaliation the other man had in mind. When it came in the form of a sharp slap to his bare ass, he yelped in a combination of pain and surprise, renewing his struggles despite his limited mobility.

The intruder chuckled as the naked man beneath him writhed in vain to avoid the blows raining down on his bare ass. "I can do this as long as you can," he pointed out, landing a particularly sharp smack on the reddening skin.

Justin had lost track of the number of times the man's hand landed on his suffering cheeks. After a few more seconds of valiant struggle, he stilled, hoping to end the torture to his burning skin.

"That's more like it," the man murmured, running his hands over the heated flesh. "Red is definitely your colour."

Justin could only breathe heavily, still trying to absorb the pain radiating from his throbbing ass.

"Still, you did mess with my game plan, so I think you should be punished appropriately," his captor went on. "Three more on each cheek should do it."

Justin inhaled sharply as he realized it wasn't over. Holding his breath, he waiting for the blows he knew were to come. He jumped slightly in surprise as the man leaned over and whispered in his ear. "And you're going to thank me for each and every one, do you understand?"

A soft whimper escaped his lips in response.

"I asked you a question," the man said, his voice slightly harsher. "Do. You. Understand?"

Justin took two deep breaths. "Yes," he finally managed in a hoarse whisper.

The man above him chuckled as he straightened, still sitting on the smaller man's legs. "You learn fast," he praised his victim. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Justin gasped as the first blow landed on his already sore flesh.

"Well?" the man taunted.

"Thank you," Justin managed between clenched teeth.

"Sir," the man prodded.

Justin had to bite back a sarcastic retort. "Thank you, Sir," he responded dutifully.

"That's more like it," the man replied, his hands roaming over Justin's reddened flesh. Without warning, he landed an equally hard slap on the opposite cheek.

Justin groaned softly, but delivered his line, not wanting to incur further punishment. "Thank you, Sir." His face burned with humiliation even as his ass burned with the blows.

"Now, you have to ask for the rest," the man informed him, a distinct note of amusement in his tone.

"Never," Justin hissed in refusal.

"Four more by your request, or twenty by mine, your choice."

Justin's jaw clenched. After a moment, he managed to utter, "Give me four more."

"Uh uh," the man laughed. "You have to ask nicely, for one at a time."

Justin wasn't sure he could do it and was ready to refuse, but didn't want to risk something even more degrading in place of the spanking. "Please spank me," he finally ground out.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the hand landed sharply on his left cheek. "Thank you, Sir," he gasped through the pain.

"Well?"

"Please spank me again."

Justin managed to play the role until the final blow was delivered. He collapsed into the mattress in relief, his ass stinging from the punishment.

"Your ass is hot," the man murmured, running his hands over the flaming cheeks. "What do you say?"

Justin's mind took a moment to realize what was required of him. "Thank you, Sir."

"But now you want me to cool it down, don't you?" the man taunted him.

Hoping to avoid further punishment, Justin answered. "Yes, sir."

"I was watching you at the club," the man informed him needlessly as he squeezed and kneaded the tortured mounds of Justin's ass. "Dancing, drinking, teasing. You could have had any man there, but no, you're too good for them, isn't that right, Blondie?"

Justin's mind reeled, trying to come up with a response that would possibly get him out of the situation unscathed. He apparently took too long to decide on one and his attacker grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head back roughly. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll wish you'd never caught my eye."

The words sent a chill down Justin's body and he took in a deep breath, preparing to scream. "You'll be dead before anyone gets here," his assailant warned in a flat tone, causing the cry to lodge in Justin's throat.

"Now, you stay here like the good little toy I know you can be and I'll be back."

The mattress shifted as the intruder got up from the bed. Justin could hear footsteps leaving the room and took the opportunity to try to free himself from his bonds. He was still struggling when the man returned a moment later.

"Not leaving so soon, are you?" the man taunted. "We're just getting started."

Justin stilled. "What are you going to do?" he asked, though he felt he already knew the answer.

"I thought you wanted me to cool down that ass of yours," the man replied. "Lube or not, your choice."

The thought of being fucked dry sent an instant of panic through the blond. "Nightstand drawer," he managed.

He heard his captor rummaging in the drawer and then the familiar sound of the tube's cap flicking open. A couple of seconds later, he felt a slick finger rubbing over his puckered opening. Reflexively, he clenched his cheeks together to prevent the intrusion.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," the man informed him in a no-nonsense tone. Justin did his best to relax and couldn't contain a small gasp as the lubed finger slid easily inside.

"So tight," the man murmured. "Just like I thought."

Justin could do nothing but bite his lip as he felt another finger enter him. The man began to stroke and scissor, opening his hole until a third digit joined the others. Despite the circumstances, he could feel his cock hardening beneath him and hoped it wasn't obvious to the man behind him.

Without warning, the fingers were withdrawn and Justin could hear the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. Before his mind had a chance to wonder at that, he felt something cold and blunt pushing against his hole.

"What the…?" he exclaimed, recoiling instinctively from the intrusion.

"Somebody's been to the market," the man sing-songed behind him.

Justin gasped as the object was pushed steadily into him. It was bigger than any cock he'd ever taken, but not as big as some of the toys he and Brian often made use of. His lover knew that, once in a while, he wanted to push his body to its limit and had accommodated him on those occasions with various dildos and butt plugs. This didn't feel anything like those.

The offending object was finally all the way in and he let out a groan at the fullness he felt. The man behind him chuckled as he began to move it in long, slow thrusts

"Hey, Blondie," the man teased. "What's big and green and goes in and out, in and out?"

Riddles? Justin thought. Now he was expected to answer fucking riddles?

It was then that the words of the riddle came together with the comment about the market and he remembered the large cucumber he'd purchased two days earlier. Oh God. He was being fucked with produce. The shame flamed through his cheeks as he tried to push images of the large vegetable from his mind.

"Yeah, you know what it is now, don't you?" the man crooned, seeing the sudden flush in his victim's face. "Tell me."

Justin shook his head from side to side on the pillow, trying to dispel the man's command from his mind. He groaned as the object was pushed firmly against his prostate.

"Tell me," the man repeated.

"A… cucumber," he replied breathlessly.

"And what am I doing with it?" the man asked, continuing the thrusts.

"Fucking … me…" Justin managed between clenched teeth.

"Say it," the man instructed. "Tell me what I'm doing and what I'm doing it with."

Justin took a deep breath. "You're fucking me… with a cucumber," he practically whispered.

The man laughed. "The way your ass is sucking it in, you must be a real slut."

Justin groaned as the vegetable was pushed in deep.

"Are you a slut, Blondie?" the man whispered in his ear.

"Yes," Justin replied, giving the answer he thought the man wanted to hear.

"Say it."

"I'm a slut," Justin whispered hoarsely.

"And you like what I'm doing, don't you?"

"Yes." He clenched his eyes tightly closed against the humiliation he felt at that single word

But that wasn't enough for his tormentor. The man pushed in deep, eliciting a moan from the blond. "Say it."

"I like … being fucked… with the cucumber," he gasped out.

"Thought so," the man chuckled, pushing it in to the hilt and leaving it there.

Justin lay still, his breath coming in jagged gasps, each one causing the object to shift slightly inside him. It hurt, but wasn't anything he couldn't tolerate, at least not yet. He shivered slightly as he wondered what more the man had in store for him. A second later, he heard a series of soft clicks and it took his fevered mind a moment to register the sound. The asshole was taking pictures! A sharp intake of breath accompanied the realization.

The man moving around the room laughed harshly. "Yeah, you look hot like this, all spread out before me, a huge fucking cucumber sticking out of your ass." He took a few more pictures before leaning down to whisper in the distraught man's ear. "Maybe I should leave you just like this. How would you like that? Your little friend from the club would find you eventually, I'm sure. Or maybe I should parade all the men you teased in here, let them see your hot little ass sucking on this." He twisted the protruding object slightly. "That could be fun."

Justin shuddered at the thought. "No, please," he whispered.

The man laughed again but didn't reply. Justin felt him moving away and strained to hear anything that might disclose his intentions. He heard nothing and began to wonder if the man had decided to leave him there after all. He tried working the bonds at his wrists, but every struggle only served to shift the massive object still lodged in his ass. After what seemed like an eternity, he collapsed, exhausted, on the bed. He had to fight back tears of frustration at the feeling of complete helplessness.

The feel of a hand on his ass startled him and he jumped slightly. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?" the man taunted. "How could I forget a hungry little ass like yours?"

"Please," Justin gasped. "It hurts." He felt a wave of relief as the object was slowly withdrawn, only to cry out as it was once again pushed inside. The man was fucking him with it again, hitting his prostrate with every thrust and eliciting a strangled moan from Justin as he willed his own body not to betray him. Just when he thought he would explode, the thick object was removed, leaving him panting into the pillow.

He groaned as he felt strong hands on his hips, raising him onto his knees until his ass was in the air, his chest still pressed against the mattress due to his inability to use his arms.

Again, the soft clicks of the camera could be heard and Justin buried his face in shame. "You really should see this," the man taunted him. "Your hole's all open and ready, just begging me to fuck you." He took a few more pictures, then tossed the camera aside.

Justin shook his head as best he could. "No, please."

A sharp smack on his tender ass was his response. "Wrong answer."

Justin yelped in surprise at the blow. "Please," he gasped. "I'll do anything you want, just please, don't."

There was a moment of silence as the man seemed to consider the offer. Justin felt the bed shift, but wasn't sure what was happening until he felt strong hands in his hair, lifting his head. He took a deep breath and could smell the other man's scent even before the blunt head of a cock nudged his lips.

"Suck it," the man instructed gruffly. "If you have any bright ideas floating around that pretty little head of yours, I'd think twice. Even one little nip and the next thing I fuck you with will be a helluva lot bigger than that cucumber, understand?"

Justin shuddered at the thought and nodded his head quickly. Before he knew it, his mouth was full of hard cock and he had to resist the instinctive urge to gag. He started to move his head along the turgid length, only to feel the hands in his hair tighten their grasp, effectively holding him in place. A second later, the man's hips began to thrust, fucking his face at a steady pace. He relaxed his throat to avoid injury to himself, but chose not to accommodate the man any more than that.

"A hot little thing like you can do better than that," the man chastised him, quickening his thrusts. "Come on now, show me what that slutty mouth can do." When Justin didn't respond, he tightened his grip in the blond hair and hissed, "Unless you want me to go on all night just like this."

Justin didn't want that. His jaw was already starting to ache and his scalp tingled where the hands held him. Making a conscious decision, he adjusted to the rhythm quickly, opening his throat to allow the man full access and sucking the head at every withdrawal. In an effort to get the act over with, he put everything he'd ever learned into the blowjob until the man suddenly pulled out.

Justin ran his lips over his swollen tongue. He could taste the other man on him and could hear him as he struggled to get his breathing under control. He had to fight back a smile of perverse satisfaction knowing the effect he'd had on his tormenter.

"Fuck," the man breathed after a moment.

Just then, he released the handfuls of blond hair and Justin's head fell back to the pillow as the man moved away. His breathing slightly laboured, he awaited whatever was to happen next.

"That was nice," the man behind him spoke. "But it's not what I came here for."

"But…" Justin started to protest, only to receive another stinging slap to his ass.

The man leaned forward over him, his bare chest pressed tightly to Justin's back. "This is gonna happen whether you like it or not," he whispered into the blond's ear. "Tell me you want it."

"No," Justin replied, shaking his head violently.

Another slap.

"Tell me."

"Go fuck yourself."

The man laughed mirthlessly. "Well then, in that case, I guess we're back to improvising."

Justin held his breath as he felt the man moving around on the bed. A moment later, he heard a soft click and a quiet humming. He recognized the sound instantly. It was the vibrating dildo, the big purple one he used when he wanted it to hurt. The one he used on nights when he missed Brian's hard cock so much he couldn't stand it.

Brian.

Thoughts of his lover brought the man's name to his lips, escaping in a whispered word.

A sharp smack to the middle of his ass was immediately followed by the insertion of the large toy until it was fully embedded within him.

"Christ," he groaned through clenched teeth as he struggled to adjust to the invasion.

"You don't say a word unless it's addressed to me, understand?" the man barked harshly.

Justin nodded quickly, unable to speak as the toy vibrated against his prostate.

The man slapped his ass again, causing the vibrator to shift deeper inside and eliciting another moan. "Answer me!"

"Yes," Justin gasped. "Sir," he added for good measure.

The man caressed his cheeks roughly leaving the toy vibrating deep inside his body. From there, the strong hands made their way up his back and to his arms until they reached the ties there. Undoing first one, then the other, his attacker pulled his arms behind his back and tied his wrists together once again. Justin didn't move, his body overwhelmed by a combination of what had happened over the course of the evening and the not totally unpleasant throbbing deep in his ass.

The man grasped the base of the toy and began to thrust it in and out roughly. "Ask. Me. To. Fuck. You," he demanded, each word punctuated by a hard thrust.

Justin only shook his head, biting his lip against the sensations building within him.

Reaching beneath him, the man grabbed one nipple and rolled it between his fingers before pinching it hard. Justin cried out at the sharp pain.

"Ask me," the man insisted.

"Please," Justin whispered in a hoarse voice, his defiance waning. "Please, fuck me."

"Beg me."

Justin swallowed what pride he had left as the vibrating object was thrust into him again and again. "Please," he gasped. "Please fuck me. I'm begging you."

The thrusts slowed immediately, going from fast and harsh to long and deep. "You have to tell me what you want."

Justin gritted his teeth. "Please, stick your cock in me and fuck me."

"Hard?"

"Yes," Justin whimpered brokenly. "Fuck me hard."

"Oh yeah," the man practically purred. "I need to feel that hot flesh against me." Leaving the toy in place, he proceeded to re-warm his victim's ass with several well-placed blows.

Justin bit his lip against the sensations in his ass, both inside and out. He was on the verge of crying out when the spanking came to a sudden stop. Immediately, he heard a condom wrapper tearing and felt the toy being withdrawn completely before being replaced by the sheathed cock of his captor. He groaned as the man began to fuck him hard. He felt the man lean down and wrap his arm around Justin's chest and before he knew it, he was being pulled back until his was upright on his knees, his bound hands trapped between their bodies as the man slammed into him ruthlessly.

"God," Justin moaned out as he felt his own body responding to the stimulation it was receiving. One arm held him tight against the other man's hard body while the man's other hand dropped to his hard cock, roughly stroking it in time with his brutal thrusts.

"Aghhh!" Justin screamed as his orgasm was ripped from him. He felt the man thrust once, twice, three more times and then he was pumping his load into the condom with a long, low growl.

Justin was exhausted in mind and body and slumped forward. When the man released his hold to pull out, the blond collapsed onto the bed, struggling to regain control of his breathing. He could feel the man moving behind him, but couldn't bring his mind to register what he was doing until he felt his wrists being freed and a hand coming up to remove the blindfold. Summoning all the energy he could muster, he turned onto his back and smiled up at the sparkling hazel eyes above him.

"That was hot," he murmured wearily.

"Not too rough?" Brian asked, stroking his lover's cheek gently.

Justin shook his head, capturing Brian's hand and bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss. "It was perfect." His brow furrowed slighty. "Except the knife. That wasn't part of any scenario we discussed."

Brian chuckled and reached over the bed to where he'd discarded his jeans on the floor. From the back pocket, he retrieved his bank card and held it up in front of Justin's face before running the edge down the blond's cheek.

Justin chuckled, shaking his head. "I should have known."

Brian's eyes turned serious for a moment. "I'd never hurt you," he stated quietly.

Justin slipped his arms around his lover's neck and pulled him in for a long deep kiss. "I know," he whispered resolutely once they separated.

Brian saw the absolute trust shining in those blue eyes and knew it was the truth. He offered a smile to show he understood and rolled onto his back, pulling his lover close to him until Justin's head rested on his chest.

"How long can you stay?" Justin asked around a yawn.

"Just until Sunday," Brian replied, kissing the tousled blond head. He laughed softly as he added, "And before you whine, remember you could have had an extra hour if you hadn't been playing hard to get at the club."

Justin joined in with a laugh of his own. "I could hardly believe it when I saw you standing up there," he admitted, thinking back to when he'd first caught Brian's eye as he'd watched him from the catwalk. "Then when you didn't approach me right away, I figured you wanted to play."

Brian tightened his hold without thought. "I hadn't really planned on it until I saw all those men hitting on you. When you weren't here, I figured I'd find you there."

Justin burrowed closer. "I'm glad you did."

They were silent for a moment and then Brian chuckled softly.

"What?" Justin asked.

"I was just thinking if I <i>had</i> planned it, I wouldn't have had to improvise with things I found around the apartment."

Justin blushed profusely and buried his face in Brian's chest. "God, I can't believe you did that."

Brian only laughed, one hand skating down his lover's back to stroke the rosy, warm flesh of his ass. "It was fucking hot," he stated. "Just wait until you see the pictures. I had to go to the bathroom and whack off before I could continue."

"Stop it," Justin groaned, slapping his lover's chest playfully.

"You embarrassed, Sunshine?" Brian teased.

Justin only nodded against his shoulder, unable to meet the other man's gaze.

Brian wanted none of that and lifted the blond's chin until he could look into the bright blue eyes. "Don't be," he whispered softly. "Not many men could look as beautiful as you did in that situation."

The sentiment went straight to Justin's heart and he couldn't hold back a shy smile. He kissed Brian's lips softly and murmured. "Thank you."

"We should get some sleep," Brian replied, pulling Justin closer as he covered them both with the comforter.

Justin snuggled into one of his favourite positions, his head on Brian's chest, his arm around his waist and their legs entwined. Just before sleep claimed him, he looked up into his lover's beautiful features. "I really didn't expect to see you here again since I'll be home in another month."

Brian held his gaze as he considered his response. "Ever noticed how some months seem longer than others?" was his quiet reply.

Justin pretended to be deep in thought. "Translating… translating," he murmured, before a blinding smile transformed his features. "I love you, too," he said softly.

"Sleep, twat," Brian instructed, trying to keep his voice gruff despite the smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

Justin once again burrowed into his lover's embrace and proceeded to do just that.

The End