Justin moaned and arched his hips towards Brian. The feelings intensified inside him, rocketing him into the atmosphere. When the sensations finally forced him over the edge, he came long and hard. Panting, Justin collapsed back into the leather seat, his eyes closed, body quaking occasionally.

Grinning ruefully, Brian looked up at his younger counterpart. Justin looked destroyed, and Brian felt pretty great about that. He loved knowing what he could to Justin even after all the time that they had been apart. He also loved knowing that this was just the beginning and very soon he'd be just as destroyed. Justin opened his eyes, and saw Brian grinning.

"Mmm," Justin said with a pleased smile, "Nice to know you haven't lost your touch. Lucky me."

"Lucky for you, I can do many things," replied Brian, reaching up and then pulling Justin's face toward him. His mouth found Justin's kissing him again with ferocious intensity. Moments past and more clothing was pulled open or totally removed. Hot skin met hot skin. Fast roaming hands found hard muscles and rediscovered sensitive spots. Their breathing became as hot as their bodies, steaming the windows.

Quickly getting over being dazed, Justin fought Brian for control. This would not be a soft lovemaking; there would be time for that later. This time would be hard and fierce. Pushing at them both until there was nothing else left in the world but the two of them. Pushing them to remember everything that they were, and everything that they would be. This would be about need. This would be about reclaiming something that had been just out of reach for both of them for so long.

Putting everything he had into his actions, Justin pushed Brian to the very edge. He slid his hands into Brian's hair, pulling him back so he could have access to his neck. Justin kissed and licked, savoring the taste that was uniquely Brian. He heard Brian gasp and felt triumphant. Justin knew with a very real certainty, that he was the only one in the world who could make Brian Kinney feel the way he did right in that moment.

Without warning, Brian flipped Justin onto his back to he was again pressed into the soft leather of the seats. Reaching out, Brian grabbed his overnight bag. After tearing open the zipper, he rummaged through the bag until he found the condoms that he was looking for.

Selecting one then ripping open the packet, Brian quickly and expertly don the latex. Still breathing heavily, Justin moved to give Brian space. Coming back to Justin, his own breath unsteady, he pulled the blonde's legs up and over his shoulders. Looking down into Justin's flushed face he said hoarsely, "tell me that you love me."

"I love you. I love you Brian. I love…" Justin's words became caught in his throat as Brian began to press into him. It wasn't easy. Even with all their intense preparation, it wasn't easy. Brian began with careful, yet deliberate strokes, until he was able to easily slide in and out of the wet heat of Justin's body. Soon those deliberate strokes became harder, bringing groans from both men as the pleasure built and, finally took them both over.

Brian collapsed onto Justin, burying his face into to his crook of the younger man's neck. He felt Justin wrap his arms around him and entwine their legs. He trembled and let himself be held, reveling in the feeling of homecoming.

"Just let go Brian. I've got you," Justin said gently, breaking into his thoughts. Pushing up, he stared down again into the face of the man who had become his everything.

"I've got you," Justin said again, this time, reaching up to kiss Brian's face.

"Yeah. I guess you do."

Feeling raw, he looked into Justin's eyes. This was going to be another of those moments where he was pushed to the emotional edge. Another of those brief times when he was pushed out of his "fuck it all" comfort zone and lay himself down in front of an emotional freight train. Starting to panic, he bit his lip before saying, "I didn't expect this."

Wanting to soothe, Justin said quietly, "I know you didn't."

He was fairly sure he knew what Brian was talking about. He understood that when they had met, even after, Brian had no intention of loving him- of sharing his life with him, or anyone. Justin knew that deep down, even after all they had shared, Brian still didn't believe that he was actually loveable. He understood that even now, Brian was keeping his expectations low, metaphorically waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for Justin to come to his senses. Oh, my love, Justin thought, the only thing that makes sense to me is you.

Since Justin knew how incredibly hard it was for Brian to express his real feelings with words, he gently smiled. He wasn't going to push Brian here. It wasn't the time for that, not when they were in the back of a limo that was starting to slow down. Later, we'll talk about this later, he thought, but not much later.

"I guess our tour of the city is about over," Justin said switching gears, "Did you see anything you wanted to see again the next time your town?"

Brian was no fool. Justin was giving him an out, and for now, he was going to take it. He gave a classic leer before pushing back to admire Justin's body, "I saw couple of things I wouldn't mind seeing again, but preferably in a bed. Your tenement does have a bed doesn't it?"

Justin rolled his eyes and then teasingly put his hand to Brian's face and pushed him the rest of the way off his body so he could sit up.

After a few minutes of clean up and clothes fumbling, Justin suddenly grinned at Brian. "You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done it in a limo."

Unable to help himself, Brian let out a chuckle. "You may be right… let's think about this," he said as he zipped up his over night bag, "there was that time we fucked in the air."

"Well, you couldn't be the only one in this relationship who's a card caring member of the Mile High Club," Justin replied cheekily, "and don't forget the numerous times in the Jeep and then the 'Vet."

"So that's planes and automobiles. We're just missing trains. I guess we could try the subway. Sex in public has never been a problem for us."

"It's a good thing that you're open-minded Sunshine."

"Open-mindedness is a virtue."

With a smile and an arched brow, Brian pulled Justin to him, "Patience is a virtue; open-mindedness is just a perk."

Justin gave Brian a quick kiss and then smiled. "Perks are always fun. As a matter-of-."

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor?" the chauffer interrupted nervously through a small intercom located on the limousine's wall panel.

"Yes?" Justin answered, trying not to be overly amused at the man's understandable apprehensiveness. Brian's earlier barking could have made just about anyone shake in his or her boots.

"We've reached your destination, sir, and luckily, the rain's stopped."

"Wonderful. We're ready for you."

They waited for the driver to come around and open the door for them. Then, after pulling themselves, the roses, and their various bags out of the limo, Brian waited for Justin as he spoke to the driver and tipped him.

Even if the driver hadn't been painfully aware of what they had been doing in the back of his limo, it would have been obvious now. Both men were now rumpled and just a little messy; their mouths kiss swollen. Justin had a slight red mark of stubble burn on the side of his neck. Brian ran a hand over his jaw. There had been no time to shave before making his plane. He smiled a bit and thought about how there was a very real possibility that he had some marks inflicted by Justin on his own person. He hoped so.

Justin talked to the driver with quiet assurance as he thanked the man and tipped him. The man murmured something to the blonde that Brian couldn't quite catch due to the noise of the street. He watched as Justin gave an amused smile and shook his head giving a polite, but firm "no, thanks."

That's right, Brian thought. He wasn't going to share Justin with anyone tonight. This was their time and there wasn't a whole hell of a lot of it. He'd be damned if he spent any of their time fucking some trick. Feeling possessive, Brian walked the few steps over to step behind Justin, wrapping an arm around his middle. He gave the driver one of his best "back-the-fuck-off" looks. Not needing to be told twice, the man hastily got back into his vehicle and after giving to couple one last hopeful glance, drove away.

Justin rolled his eyes before turning around to face Brian. A streetlamp lit the sidewalk and haloed its light around Brian's tall frame. His mouth pulled into a sinful half smile, his hazel eyes giving a look of arrogance that Justin found irresistible.

"So what do you think about my apartment building," Justin asked, although he already knew Brian would find it below par.

Brian looked up at the building, taking in the aging brick and mortar. The building was shabby and sadly aged. It was certainly a step down from his loft Pittsburg, and an even bigger step down from Britin, the estate Brian had bought for them in West Virginia. Carefully, Brian considered before allowing Justin to pulling him up the brick steps of the front stoop.

"I just have one question".

"What's that?"

"Did the rain wash away the chalk body outlines?"

Justin playfully slapped at Brian's shoulder before replying, "Shut up. It's not that bad." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his keys. Sighing, Brian followed as Justin started up the front stairs.

"Not that bad? Justin. It's a hovel. It might as well have 'death' written all over it."

Opening the glass front door Justin laughed, "It will do for now. Besides, if you think it's bad on the outside, just wait till you see the inside."

Snickering, Brian let himself be pulled through the doorway. For some reason, he couldn't wait.