Notes: This is set after Brian and Justin get home after the fundraiser at Woody's in 4.01.

Part 2 - Move In Already

BRIAN: *shakes head* I should have known! When you said that you wanted to go for a walk with the Munchers...I fucking should have known! You and Linz... You'll be the death of me yet... And Mel will cheer you on...

JUSTIN: Oh, now come on, Bri. Don't be such a drama queen about it. I HAD to do something...you were getting all panicky here...you were even prepared to sell the loft. What do you think I should have done? *arches eyebrow and playfully glares at Bri*

BRIAN: How about: let me handle my own things? Not get involved? It's MY life, remember?

JUSTIN: Yeah, and you were prepared to sacrifice everything just because your FUCKING ego couldn't take it if you actually accepted some help? And from people who love you, no less? Even YOU have to see that your so-called 'plan' was utter bullshit. So I took it into my own hands. I'm sorry to have to say this, Bri, but at times you REALLY need some guidance...for your own good... *tries desperately to suppress a smirk*

BRIAN: *turns to the freezer to get a bottle of water and sticks his tongue into his cheek* And this from Mr Oh-but-I-want-to-pay-for-school-myself... Just admit it. You simply wanted to get back at me because I turned down the Rage money...

JUSTIN: *bites lip to keep from snickering* Well, I'm a fast learner, Bri. You turned me down, so I made sure that the second time anyone offered you money, a possible refusal would be even more embarrassing for you than to actually accept some help. And not even you would dare to refuse the money in front of half of gay Pittsburgh *can't help grinning*

BRIAN: Well, I guess my attempts to teach you weren't total wastes of time then... So... *takes a sip from the bottle* I guess the loft is still our home then, right? I'm assuming some sort of celebration is in order...

JUSTIN: *starts grinning broadly* OUR home, huh? Well...that definitely calls for some kind of celebration *slowly walks towards Brian* And thanks for the compliment. You are a great teacher *leers*

BRIAN: Yeah well... you're here most of the time anyway, I really wonder how I could let that happen... Besides, since YOU will now order us something to eat, and none of that fatty Italian shit you love so much, I guess I could be convinced to call it your home... If you want to that is *swallows more water*

JUSTIN: *advances some more and slides hands up Bri's back* And of course it is a terrible hardship to have me here all the time, huh? Your very own, personal and always willing sex-slave *giggles before he kisses the nape of Brian's neck* Soooo....was that a proposal I heard there? To share living arrangements? *squeezes Bri's ass and then walks towards the phone* And how does Indian sound?

BRIAN: If you want to make a fuss of it, I can change my mind, you know? And how does Thai sound to you? *bites lower lips to keep from chuckling*

JUSTIN: We had Thai yesterday. If we don't get some variety into our eating habits I'll develop a lisp and almond-shaped eyes, soon. And I don't make a fuss... just wanting to make sure that I've heard you correctly, so you can't chicken out of it later *snickers quietly* You know... coconut milk is very healthy...

BRIAN: Do I really have to spell it out for you, Sunshine? Rather slow on the uptake today, aren't we? Well, I guess I have to forbid you to play with Mikey for a while then...until your normal brain powers are restored... And fine, Indian then...

JUSTIN: Aaawww...be nice to poor Mikey, Bri. He is such a sweetie, and such a good playmate to your son *smirks* And I'm not slow. I am simply more of a tactical type when it comes to you. You know...maybe you have to SHOW me to make me truly understand your feelings for me... *grins at Bri before picking up the phone*

BRIAN: Feelings? We're not having this conversation again, Sunshine! Only over my dead body! And yes, since most of your shit is here already, you might bring the rest over as well. Wouldn't be the first time after all... Only problem is that you have to be more original when you want to make a mess of the loft... Hardly any furniture, you know...

JUSTIN: Hmmmmm...maybe we could get some nice and colourful stuff for a change? You know, I really liked that green sofa from IKEA...and who said anything about a conversation? We both know you say it best with your dick *wriggles ass while he dials the number of the Indian place*

BRIAN: Hah fucking hah! No Swedish crap will ever see the inside of my loft! Not in a million years. So forget about that brilliant idea right now. And we'll see if my dick has anything to say to you ... later... *walks up the steps and sheds his coat*

JUSTIN: *grins to himself and mumbles under his breath* Oh, it will have something to say alright...that thing practically never shuts up *places order*

BRIAN: You are aware that I'm not deaf, yes? I heard you very well indeed! *looks through his toys to find a cock ring* *whispers to himself* You so asked for it, Sunshine...