Brian threw down his pen and huffed; he'd been in the library for the past two hours and he still hadn't been able to get a damned thing done because his mind was still wrapped around a certain blond. The way Justin had overtaken his consciousness was really starting to get to him, but the blond didn't seem to want to relinquish his hold any time soon.

After seeing Justin leaving his dorm – where he'd originally followed him after the coffee shop incident, missing a class in the process, which was something he never did – Brian had looked for him for a good hour, but couldn't seem to catch up to the little twat. Fucking Mikey. He was always there, interfering with his love life; and it was starting to grate something fierce. And if he didn't watch out, Michael was going to be on the outs far sooner than Brian had planned, no matter how much he loved Deb and Vic. He didn't have the time nor patience to deal with a friend that acted more like a jealous boyfriend.

But anyways, the twat had remained elusive and since Brian had missed his last class of the day because of him and his fucking spoon; he'd decided to make-up for that lack by studying for the lecture he'd missed. But it wasn't working because his mind kept wandering back to that infernal coffee shop and Justin's unconsciously erotic floor show.

Brian pushed his way through the crowd pouring out the doors of the HuggaMug Cafe, slightly irritated that Ted had wanted to meet here of all places. Typically, Brian wouldn't have been caught dead in such a cutesy establishment, preferring the more sober The Split Bean, and he usually avoided it like the plague; but since it wasn't his dime, he couldn't really say no.

Sighing, Brian prayed for strength and just managed to not cringe as he walked through the outdoor dining area, the bright colors and chaotic design searing his eyes. What the fuck the owners had been thinking when they designed this place, he had no idea; but he was beginning to think they were, at the very least, colorblind. It was the only explanation for the odd, mishmash of colors, not to mention their odd obsession with the color brown.

Sliding through the door as a bunch of giggling college coeds tumbled out of it, likely heading back to the college for more classes, Brian swiftly made his way up to the coffee bar, which had weird circle cutouts covered with white screen that were lit from behind. If he had to, he would have guessed that the owners had been going for a '70s retro feel? But who really knew? It just might be that they had very poor taste when it came to decorating.

God, he couldn't wait to get the hell out of there; he could already feel himself developing hives.

"You just had to pick this one, didn't you?" Brian groused as he walked up to his friend and sat down on a stool next to Ted, who had been idly chatting with the barista, Todd.

"The food and coffee is fantastic," Ted said, automatically defending his choice; he was well aware of Brian's utter disdain for the place. "I'm not sure why you dislike it so much."

"Maybe because the décor makes my eyeballs bleed?" Brian sneered, his lip curling as he looked around once more and shuddered, making Todd laugh.

"I have to agree with him, Ted," Todd sniggered as he made another drink. "If the job didn't pay so well due to the tips, I likely wouldn't be able to stand being here myself. To say that the ambiance is, well, lacking would be an understatement. But people seem to love it."

"Yeah," Brian snickered, poking Ted in the ribs. "People with no taste." Ted huffed and grumbled that he only came there for the food, but Brian paid him little attention as he turned to Michael's roommate. "How's it going, Todd?"

"Fine," Todd said with a giggle, likely laughing at the inside joke between them. Both of them had been frequent visitors to Babylon's backroom while Brian had been in undergrad. As well as the stacks deep in the library where college students went to 'study' intimate relations away from their nosy and far too present roommates. Thank fuck that Brian didn't have to do that anymore. And it was a typical greeting whenever they'd see each other. "We've missed you in the stacks."

"And I've missed being there," Brian smirked, his tongue firmly planted into his cheek. "Sadly my schedule doesn't allow for 'extra curricular activities' at this juncture; between taking nearly eighteen units and my internship, I barely have time to sleep and eat, let alone fuck anyone these days."

"I did hear that you have a certain blond in your sights," Todd smirked, setting the completed drink on the counter and calling out the owner's name. "Not that I blame you; Justin is gorgeous; and from what I've heard, an exquisite top. I wouldn't mind a taste of him myself if I thought he'd look my way. Sadly, the boy is oblivious."

"Well," Brian drawled, looking at Ted with no little amount of censure; Ted blushed and looked down at the bar. "Someone seems to have loose lips. But, I wouldn't say that I'm pursuing him per se; more like helping him with a project."

"So you wouldn't care that he was here and sitting on the couch over there, no more than five feet away from you," Todd teased, nodding just over Brian's left shoulder.

Brian whipped his head around, and sure enough, curled up on the couch closest to him, his shoes off, was Justin talking to his favorite fag hag; and about something good and juicy judging by the fag hag's face. How had he missed him as he was walking in? His fag hag smirked at Brian, a knowing glint in her eyes, and then waved when Justin looked down at his drink. Brian just arched a brow and wondered what all that could be about. Todd snickered and went back to talking to Ted, but Brian didn't pay him any mind as he was far too busy tuning into the conversation between the two friends in the hopes of gleaning a few clues for the fag hag's reaction.

"So, after he makes me take the meds and drink some water, he climbs into my bed," Justin paused when his fag-hag squeaked. "Not like that. Well, not at first. Anyways, so, he starts giving me this killer neck and head massage, and oh my God, his hands are to die for; seriously, I want them all over my body."

Oh, well; that made sense. Brian flushed as he realized that the person they were currently dishing on was him; and then he puffed up a bit, because of course it was him, why wouldn't it be? He was Brian Fucking Kinney. And his hands were to die for? Well, he couldn't argue with that, and he was happy to show the kid just how good they could be.

"Lucky bitch," the fag-hag muttered with disgruntled frown; and Brian couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Well, at least he knew he still had it, even if he held absolutely no interest in girl bits.

And he really needed to find out her name; or come up with a nickname at the very least. The fag hag grinned at Justin, a smile that nearly rivaled his. That was it. But Sunshine wouldn't work as that was Justin's nickname. But…Dimples. Dimples would work.

"I will drink to that," Justin snickered, toasting her with his milkshake. And much to Brian's amusement, Dimples flipped Justin the bird, glowering at her friend's smug smile. But Justin just prattled on without a care. "And then we were laying there and he kissed my eyes and nose and cheeks and we were just about to kiss for real when that asshole Ethan barged in. I swear, it's like he has some sort of alert system in place that tells him when I'm getting lucky."

"Maybe he does." Dimples shrugged, a small frown on her face. Justin stared at her incredulously. "No, seriously, Jus; it's not like there is much privacy in the dorms, so maybe he has someone alert him that you have someone in the room."

And Brian had to frown at that revelation; he'd heard weird things about that Ethan kid and there had been some sort of issue with his previous roommate leaving the college. Rumor had it that the kid, Eric Keller, had moved to the other fucking side of the country to live with his cousin to get away from Ethan. It worried him that Justin was having similar issues with the asshole.

"That's just creepy," Justin said with shudder. Brian's frown deepened; he didn't blame Justin.

"It's Ethan," Dimples said with a pointed look. Brian snickered; he could grow to like this girl. She didn't beat around the bush, but told it like it was.

"I don't even want to think about that right now or I'll never be able to sleep at night," Justin shuddered again and looked away, his lip trapped between his teeth. "Anyways, so, he bursts in, which kills the mood pretty fast and Brian leaves; but not before he does kiss me softly on the lips and promises to see me today."

"Oooohhhhhh…" Dimples squealed, a dreamy look on her face. "So, how was it?"

"Amazing," Justin grinned, flashing that wide smile that lit up the room; Brian shifted in his seat as Justin closed his eyes and all but purred. "His lips are so soft, yet firm at the same time, and so warm; and God, he smells amazing – like vanilla and sandalwood and apples. And when our lips touched, it was like electricity shot down my spine."

Brian licked his lips, and looked away, a bit startled at Justin's words; because he'd felt the same way. Fuck, his own were still tingling due to those soft, pink lips. It had been difficult to pull away in that moment; he had been so close to saying fuck it, kicking the annoying fiddler out of the room and then crawling back into Justin's bed, and sinking back into that mouth that had his nerves sparking like a live wire.

But he'd managed to control himself and walked away with nothing more than that kiss lingering on his lips and his dick so hard it could drill holes into concrete.

Brian tuned back into the conversation, smirking when Justin seemed to be fending off a feisty blonde woman that seemed determined to show Justin the error of his ways. And then frowned when she demanded to know about someone she simply referred to as 'dickhead' and 'asshole' kicking the kid out. Based on the look on Justin's face, he didn't think it was a past lover as, while the heartbreak on his face was real, it didn't speak of a romantic attachment.

After listening in for a few minutes, Brian smiled grimly as he realized that the 'asshole' in question was his father; and how well did he know that pain having been on the receiving end himself. He couldn't help being envious of Justin's other family connections, however. Most of his family was estranged because Joanie was a frigid bitch that turned her back on the few that would have helped her because they weren't pious enough in her opinion; and Jack had always been the black sheep, his children unfairly painted with the same brush and written off with him.

But he'd show them all; everything he had in his life, he'd made for himself. And when he was successful in his chosen field, he'd look them in the face and say. 'See what you threw away? I'll bet you wish you'd paid attention to me now, don't you?'

Brian turned back to the blond female spitfire, who he'd dubbed Xena in his head, and chuckled as she finished describing her handling of good old Father Taylor; remind him never to piss that woman off. She took the saying that 'revenge is a dish best served cold' to a whole new level. And he couldn't help but admire her, and the way she fucked Justin's father over without even a shred of remorse. It must be nice to have family like that.

"By the way," Xena said, sinking back into her confiscated chair. "You've been summoned for lunch this weekend; and don't even think you can get out of it by using school as an excuse as you have done recently. Grandmother isn't taking no for an answer."

"Oh shit," Justin groaned and dropped his arm over his face like the world was coming to an end. Overdramatic little twat.

"Yeah, I'd grovel if I were you," Xena snickered, picking at a piece of nonexistent lint on her sweater. "Be sure to bring her a box of her favorite chocolates and flowers because she is not happy."

On the other hand; what did he know? He certainly hadn't had much contact with his mother's or father's parents. His mother's because she got pregnant out of wedlock, and after being forced to marry the man who did so, was kicked to the curb because they felt that she'd brought shame onto their family name. His dad's because Jack had always been a mean son of a bitch, with the devil inside him, as his mother had always said, and she'd washed her hands of him once he'd started hanging around the wrong sort.

So, for all he knew, grandparents could be a thing to be feared if you were ignoring them; maybe if he looked at it from the view of him missing one of Deb's Sunday dinners when she was in town. And then he imagined missing a year in of them; and yeah, he got that level of terror when it was put that way.

"I am so dead," Justin whined, glaring at his cousin when she just laughed at his predicament.

"Although, if you brought your new beau with you, that might just distract her enough to keep her from skinning you alive," Xena said with a sly smile. Brian sat up and glared at the cousin. What new beau? "You know, like that guy you were just raving about… So, tell me little cousin, who is this man with the wondrous lips?"

Oh. Oh.

Brian inhaled sharply and sat back, his mind whirling at those words; and then he flushed when Theodore shot him a funny look. Brian shook his head at the unspoken question and Ted turned back to Todd and continued talking about some new show or opera that he and Blake had attended. Brian looked at both blonds speculatively.

Well, that certainly put things into a different perspective.

"Oh, God; someone shoot me now," Justin groaned again, burying his face into the pillow Xena had beaten him over the head with; Brian smirked as Justin then decided to ignore his cousin; likely in the hope that she'd disappear before she completely embarrassed him.

After that Brian lost the thread of the conversation as he mulled over what he learned about his little obsession. It was interesting that they'd had similar experiences coming out – both rejected by one or both parents. Both kicked out of their childhood home, both of them had decided to solve the issue on their own rather than turn to family or friends.

But there were dissimilarities as well; Justin seemed to have an entire family network that he could tap into, whereas Brian…he'd created his own family instead. Sure, between Mikey, Emmett, Ted and the others, it was a band of misfit toys, but they were his family nonetheless and he knew he wouldn't have survived the coming out without them.

"Jesus," Ted said in hushed awe, breaking Brian's reverie. Brian sent him a bemused glance, only to find his eyes firmly attached to something across the room. "That's obscene."

Brian followed his gaze, his mouth gaping as he watched Justin suck the spoon into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he slurped down the creamy substance in his glass. He shifted in his seat, his dick perking up and taking interest as Justin, ever so slowly, slid the near full length of it out of his mouth, and released it with an audible pop, his tongue swirling around the spoon head as he gathered up any stray bits of ice cream.

He barely held back a whimper as Justin smiled and sighed in contentment, his very dexterous tongue digging into the corner of his mouth to scoop up that last little drop that clung to his lips. And then he couldn't help but squirm again as he imagined Justin on his knees in front of him, his lips wet and slick with cum, licking and sucking him down in the same manner. He whimpered at the thought, and watched, enthralled as Justin tipped his glass back and swallowed the rest of it down in one huge gulp.

Fuck, the little twat didn't even seem to be aware of the audience he'd drawn; especially as he sucked on the cherry that had been in the glass, before chewing and swallowing it down. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Brian groaned aloud and remembered all too well what the twat had done with his cherry stem when they'd been sitting in the bar. Gulping down his drink, he tried to block out the mental image of Justin using that wicked tongue on his cock and failed.

"Fuck," Brian hissed between his teeth, his eyes riveted as Justin continued to molest his spoon as if he hadn't a care in the world; he'd think that the brat was doing it on purpose, but he'd remained quite oblivious to his audience throughout his little show.

"Yeah, can you imagine what that mouth could do?" Ted said with no little awe, his eyes wide and jaw slack as he continued to stare at Justin. Brian hissed again, and glared at Ted

"Theodore," Brian said in a clipped voice, shooting a nasty look his friend's way; because he remembered all too well what he'd said in class and like hell was Brian going to allow him anywhere near Justin. If there was going to be any touching on Justin, it would be him who did it and him alone. "Kindly keep your thoughts to yourself and let's go. We have class."

Ted had the grace to blush, but his eyes were still riveted to the obscene demonstration as he grabbed his bag. Brian grabbed his bag and the take-out container, huffing as he herded Ted towards the door. But Ted was still too busy ogling Justin to pay attention to where he was walking; something Brian would need to nip in the bud immediately. It was also why he didn't see the backpack that fell off a chair into his path until it was too late.

Squeaking as he stumbled, Ted fell into Justin's lap, sending that fucking spoon Justin had been fellating flying through the air and knocking the breath out of him. Brian clenched his hand around his bag as he watched Justin stare up Ted with a bit of dazed confusion, as if he was trying to place him, but couldn't. Ted sat up immediately, but instead of getting up, the asshole sat there patting and petting Justin and squirming in his lap as he apologized profusely to an overwhelmed Justin.

Brian hissed as he watched Ted's hands run over Justin's arms, and legs and torso, his frown growing as Justin huffed and grabbed Ted by the hips to stop the squirming. But it wasn't until Brian noticed Justin's very visceral reaction to having a wriggling man in his lap that Brian lost his patience. Setting their take-out aside, Brian walked over and yanked Ted out of Justin's lap, glaring at him as he tried to balk.

"Let's go, Theodore," Brian hissed, picking up the take-out container and dragging Ted towards the door and shoving him out of it, muttering under his breath the entire way.

"Fuck," Ted said, still looking a bit ruffled as he looked back over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed and certain body parts more than appreciative of his misadventure. "That was more than a little embarrassing."

Brian grunted, but didn't bother to acknowledge his friend's comment; otherwise he'd be afraid that he'd say something that would make him look like an utter twat. Fuck, who would believe that he, Brian Kinney, had been close to ripping someone's head off just because they'd accidentally copped a feel of someone he hadn't even really kissed yet? It was absurd; and yet he couldn't deny that if Ted had continued his innocent molestation of Justin, Brian would have needed to call Ben to help him hide a body.

"I have to admit though," Ted said a bit breathlessly, casting a sly glance in Brian's direction. "Kid's packing from what I felt."

"Theodore," Brian grit out between clenched teeth, his insides clenching at the thought that Ted had gotten close enough to know. "Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up."

"Emmett is right," Ted snorted, a smirk firmly etched onto his face as they walked toward the Tepper quad. "You've got it so bad. This is going to be so much fun."

"Whatever," Brian grumbled, irritated that he'd already given so much away; what was it about this kid that had him acting like a complete idiot? "Let's go; we have class."

He'd never made that class, as just as he and Ted were about to walk away, he'd spied a familiar head of blond hair and thrust the food at Ted and followed that instead.

And what was it about that kid and fucking food? Must he molest everything he eats and drinks? Because Brian sure as hell hadn't forgotten the way he'd manipulated that cherry stem with nothing but his teeth and tongue. How could he, when that very dexterous tongue had featured heavily in his fantasies of late?

And then there was fucking Ted and his little comments, purposefully needling Brian just to get a reaction out of him. Although, he couldn't fault him on that; he'd often done the same thing and the entirety of their friendship had been built on it for years. It wasn't that they disliked each other; far from it. It was that they knew the other could handle their more waspish sides and wouldn't run home crying like Emmylou or Mikey would.

Or, well, Mikey would; Emmett got a few zingers in himself.

But still, he hadn't liked Ted's speculations at all; which was very unlike him. Usually he'd join in with his own speculations and they'd all laugh it off and move onto the next piece of eye candy. But he couldn't do that this time; there was just something about Justin that made Brian want to grab him and yell 'mine' at the top of his lungs. It was disconcerting to say the least and left him feeling uncomfortable and wrong-footed.

Maybe he just needed to fuck the kid and get him out of his system.

"Wow, I never realized people actually read the books in this section. I thought it was just make-out central." A familiar voice said, breaking through Brian's thoughts.

Speak of the devil.

Brian looked up, smirking as Justin walked towards the table he'd been working at, looking around the area with thinly veiled disgust, his nose wrinkled in that adorable way that he had. And then he shook his head at his thoughts; Christ, he was turning into a lesbian with all these flowery and mushy thoughts of late. He so needed to get laid so that his dick didn't shrivel up and fall off in protest.

"I'll have you know, that's strictly between the hours of eight and closing time," Brian intoned, his smirk widening as Justin turned to him with an arched brow. "Otherwise, it's the perfect place to study since no one ever comes here during the day."

"And you know this how?" Justin inquired, sitting on the corner of his table.

"Who do you think was the biggest propagator of those rules?" Brian grinned full out, and then bit back a groan, his dick stirring when Justin flashed him a wary look before his face smoothed.

Fuck; that had been a bad move on Justin's part as that small flash of vulnerability had awakened the dormant predator in Brian; and he wanted nothing more than show this kid what it meant to tangle with the big boys. Rising from his chair, his heartbeat picked up in tempo, and his dick twitched as Justin slid from his seat on the table; that one small move spoke volumes about his uneasiness with the switch in tone.

"Please," Brian purred, rounding the table and stalking slowly towards Justin. "You know damn well what my reputation was like, is like." Justin took a hesitant step backwards. "You can't tell me that Em didn't fill you in on everything. You admitted as much yourself the other day." Brian continued forward, neatly maneuvering his prey just where he wanted him. "I suspect he was also the one to tell you where to find me."

"He did," Justin said, a fine tremor of nerves in his voice; and then he cursed as his back hit against a bookshelf; just as Brian intended.

"And yet," Brian drawled, placing his hands against the bookcase on either side of Justin's head, caging him in. "You've put yourself directly into my clutches in a place where I ruled supreme."

Justin licked his lips and swallowed thickly, his breath falling in uneven puffs against Brian's face. Brian watched that tongue flick out and slide over Justin's lips, utterly mesmerized and fuck if he didn't want to capture it then and there and find out what it tasted like. He flicked his eyes up and met darkened blue, the pupils blown wide with lust as Justin stared up at him, no longer the uncertain boy.

"Maybe that's exactly where I want to be," Justin stated, boldly staring him in the eye.

Fuck. He'd say it again – the kid had titanium balls. He really needed to redirect this conversation before he forgot himself and lost control of the situation. Something that sounded very promising indeed, but would in the end, pull him deeper into the blonde's spell and he couldn't afford the distraction.

"Plus," Brian finished lamely, his dick all but screaming at him for being an utter asshole about this, and pulled away. "There are a lot of useful books in this section."

But rather than showing disappointment, Justin's eyes were knowing and triumphant as they followed Brian back to the table. And Brian couldn't blame him on his reaction, as he was well aware of how much he gave away with that action

"Brian," Justin huffed, clearly amused with his inane commentary, but humoring him by playing along. "It's the place where books go to die. Honestly, look at this layer of dust. I think even the Librarians have forgotten that these shelves exist."

"So, what are you doing here?" Brian sat back down in his seat, breathless and his dick cursing him for giving up the chase when they'd had the beautiful blond right where they'd wanted him. And he was begin to think his dick was right; he couldn't believe that he'd pussied out at the last moment. What the fuck was wrong with him?

This kid was seriously fucking with his head.

"Looking for you," Justin said, a small smile on his face as he walked back towards the table, but instead of sitting on the corner of it as he did before, he rounded the table and came to a standstill beside Brian.

"Anything in particular you needed?" Brian asked, arching a brow and trying to play it as cool as possible; but his dick definitely had other ideas, perking up due to the blond's proximity.

"I can think of a few things," Justin purred, his eyes half-mast as he flicked them over Brian, halting unerringly on his crotch; he licked his lips, making Brian harden further and then flicked his eyes back up to meet his. "But mostly I wanted to remind you of our second session tonight. I managed to snag the studio for about four hours." Justin paused for impact. "Alone."

And fuck it; why exactly was he fighting this again when the boy was all but wagging his ass in front of Brian like a red flag at a prized bull. Hadn't he just been resolved to fucking the kid out of his system?

"I don't know, Taylor," Brian purred, licking his own lips as he slid his eyes over the lithe blond, definitely loving what he was seeing. His jeans were low on his hips, but rather than bagging in that unattractive way that some have, they fit in all the right places, leaving that spectacular ass on display. "You seem to be the one that's benefiting the most from this arrangement. What's in it for me?"

Justin smirked and took a step closer, and then he raised one foot and set it on the other side of Brian's chair, so that he was straddling it. Brian looked up at him with a faintly amused smile on his lips, and appreciated his initiative. Definitely not someone who was afraid to go after what he wanted.

"What do you want?" Justin asked, his eyes challenging Brian to push him away; and fuck with a question like that, the kid lost any hope of him doing so. He'd won this little battle of wills in one felled swoop.

"I think I need some form of payment upfront; you know, before I get naked and show you the goods," Brian said, tumbling the blond into his lap; he wrapped his arms around Justin's waist as the blond got comfortable and made himself at home there.

"That could be arranged," Justin murmured as he rested his hands on the back of Brian's chair, his lids half-mast as he caged Brian in, his breath soft and sweet as their lips hovered together, barely a couple inches apart.

"Mmmm…" Brian hummed, his eyes firmly latched onto the soft, pink lips he'd been thinking of since last night. He slid his hands down and cupped that amazing ass and squeezed, drawing a long, low groan from Justin's lips. "We were interrupted last night."

"We were," Justin agreed softly, his eyes flicking over Brian's face in question, and then, after finding what he wanted, leaned down, and brushed their lips together.

Brian groaned and slid his hands back up, crushing the other man close to him as he pressed back firmly, deepening the kiss. Justin hummed against his mouth, a slight vibration that had Brian's lips tingling as they continued to tease each other, brushing closed lips against each other, over and over until they were both breathing erratically.

Justin's lips were soft, and slightly damp, the faintest hint of manufactured cherries clinging to them, as if he'd just applied Chapstick or a similar lip balm; and Brian couldn't get over the feel and taste and touch of them. Parting his mouth, Brian slid his hands into Justin's hair and marveled at its silkiness as he licked along the seam of Justin's lips, teasing them into opening for him so that he could finally taste him.

Groaning, Justin slid his arms around Brian's neck, and leaned into him, draping his body against his as he parted his lips and flicked his tongue out in answer. And Brian jolted, as if shocked by a live wire, as their tongues tentatively touched for the first time, and Justin's slid wetly against his, bringing with it the faint hint of cherry and chocolate.

Clenching fine blond strands, Brian sealed their mouths together and delved into Justin's, tracing all the nooks and crannies and ridges of his mouth before tangling their tongues together. A frisson of pleasure shot down his spine as Justin curled his tongue around his, teasing and demonstrating just how nimble it was as he in turn chased Brian's back into his own mouth.

And fuck, the fact that he was so fucking hard from a kiss threw him; how was it even possible to be so turned on when they hadn't even gotten naked yet?

They sat there, heatedly kissing, blind and deaf to their surroundings, the only noticeable sounds being the harsh rasp of their breath, the low kittenish mewls from Justin, Brian's own low groans, and the wet smack of lips as they devoured each other. Hands slid over overheated bodies, and hips rocked against each other as they came together again and again, teasing and nipping at each other's lips as if they'd never get enough.

"God, I want to fuck you so badly I can taste it," Brian hissed quietly against Justin's mouth, smirking when Justin could only make a small, incomprehensible noise of agreement before the blond attacked his lips again. And fuck, this kid was going to be the death of him yet; albeit a pleasant one, but the death of him nonetheless.

Brian inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes slit as he watched the pleasure flowing over Justin's face; and then he whimpered as the scent of sandalwood and citrus from Justin's cologne or soap washed over him, and mingled with the musk of their arousal and the sweat clinging to their bodies. And that sent his lust skyrocketing until, if he wasn't careful, he was liable to throw Justin on the table and fuck him right then and there.

And that had him sobering a bit; not because he didn't want to fuck Justin – because he so fucking did; he just wanted to be in a venue where he could fully enjoy it. The stacks at the Library were all good for a quick fuck, but not conducive to taking one's time. And based on what he could feel of this killer body pressed against his, he definitely wanted to spend the well-deserved time worshiping it.

Pulling back from Justin's mouth, Brian rested his head against the blond's and tried to get his breath back. Justin whimpered at the loss, but didn't try to re-engage Brian's mouth; but he did lean in and nuzzle his nose against Brian's, sharing breath and nearly had Brian saying fuck it. He was so close to attempting to convince Justin to keep going until clothing disappeared and he was buried as deeply inside the blond as he could be.

But then Justin reluctantly pulled away, and fuck, what a glorious sight he made – cheeks flushed with arousal, his lips wet, red and kiss-swollen and his eyes nearly black, only the faintest band of blue around the pupil. His hair was mussed from where Brian had run his hands through it and his clothing was rumpled in the most delicious way as his hands had sought and found the soft skin of Justin's back and ribs.

It wreaked merry hell on Brian's restraint and he was close to hauling the blond off to his room to finish what they'd started when Justin spoke.

"I really hate to end this," Justin said, still slightly breathless; he dropped a soft kiss onto Brian's mouth and groaned, his fingers tightening in Brian's shirt as he very visibly held himself back from initiating more. "Really, really hate it," He muttered again as he pulled away; he sat up with a sigh. "But we need to get to the studio. I'm already behind on this project and I need to devote the rest of this time to it if I want to be done in time. "

Brian silently cursed in his head, knowing that Justin was right, but fuck; he was hard as a rock and he wanted nothing more than to tumble the blond into the nearest bed. But the project was the whole reason for their current association and he couldn't put it off no matter how much he wanted to fuck the beautiful blond into his mattress.

Although, they would have the studio to themselves for four hours…so there was always that; it promised to be fun trying if nothing else.

"When is your project due?" Brian asked, still a little out of breath himself; he needed to know, because once this was done and over with, he planned having the little blond in his lap over and over until he was finally sated; if he ever could be.

"Friday," Justin said, his eyes flicking over his face, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as if he'd figured out what Brian was thinking. And maybe he had, as his eyes heated and he looked coyly through his lashes as he purred. "But after…"

"Yes, after…" Brian smirked, and pulled him close, hoping that Justin could read the promise in his own as he flicked them slowly over the blond's face, neck and what he could see of his body. He pressed a kiss against the lobe of Justin's ear, and enjoyed the shiver as he whispered. "After that, your ass is mine."