Brian Kinney wasn't a stranger to touch.

He fucked and sucked and rimmed and rammed.

He even hugged a chosen few.

His loft was exactly how he liked it: room enough for him and no one in his way.

Then, after a persistent blond stalker forced his way into Brian's life, he gave up one side of his bed.

He even shared his closet space.

He fell asleep with the same person every night.

He missed Justin's touch when he was gone.

Dragging Mikey out to the clubs didn't help.

It all left him feeling empty, although he refused to show it.

He didn't kiss anyone that he fucked. 

When he got home, no one was there.

Justin returned.

Brian still fucked half of Pittsburgh.

But he only kissed Justin, and only Justin was allowed to share his bed.

When he kicked out Big C, he made room in his closet again.

Then Justin left for bright lights and big stars.

Brian canceled his ticket. But he left space in his drawers.

Justin came home. It didn't matter why.

They broke up and they made up.

Brian admitted he was in love.

Lindsay and Melanie moved to Canada with his son.

Justin left again.

Brian kissed and hugged and danced with Mikey.

He hugged and danced with Emmett. He even hugged Theodore.

He put on a good show of being fine.

Then, one day, Justin came back. His chin jutted out, fists balled, he said he was where he wanted to be.

Justin stayed.

They fought. They laughed. They kissed. They fucked.