Big hug and kiss to Wendy, who used her talent and initiative to write a better ending.
Thanks to the betas - SuperMandz, LovelyLois and Jenzipoops

JUST THIS ONCE

Brian could hear the giggles coming from inside his loft the minute he exited the elevator.

"What the fuck?" he grumbled under his breath.

He wasn't in the mood for Clifford or Blues Clues or fucking Elmo this evening, and he suspected that was what was causing the peals of laughter coming from inside to get louder.

Justin and his fascination with goddamn children's programming, Brian thought. When would the kid ever grow up?

He slid open the door, ready to bark a few demands in the direction of his boyfriend. However, whatever he was about to say stuck in his throat when he saw the sight before him.

Justin was sitting on Brian's expensive white Italian leather couch with Emmett, and the latter was in the process of applying make-up on the teen.

Brian wasn't sure how long he stood there with his mouth hanging open, but he couldn't help it. His body was in total shock. Fuck, he didn't know what he was supposed to do next.

Justin, feeling a pair of eyes on him, turned and spotted Brian by the door. The blond broke into a huge smile. "Hey, you're home early."

Brian snapped his mouth shut and found the strength to move forward, where from he hadn't the slightest idea.

"Too early, if you ask me," Brian muttered to himself. More forcefully he asked, "And just what the fuck do you two think you're doing in my loft? Not to mention on my fucking expensive shit... If either of you get anything on my sofa, I'll have your balls for dinner."

"We were bored," Justin explained, hurt by Brian's cold attitude. "What's the matter with you? Did a bug get up your ass?"

Brian glared at him. "I'll have something up your ass if you don't pack that shit up and get in the fucking shower! And I don't mean my dick, so you can wipe that smirk off your fucking face."

Justin rolled his eyes heavenward.

"He's just being grumpy, Em," Justin said, unconcerned by Brian's obvious anger. "Overdose of testosterone in his system."

Emmett snickered. "He seems pretty normal to me. Then again, I only know the asshole side of him."

Brian ignored the two men, grabbed himself a beer from the refrigerator and went to change. He was too tired to battle wits with Emmett and fight with Justin. From the bedroom, he stole a look at the two men, eyes darkening when he noticed the hand Emmett had on Justin's thigh.

Emmett leaned closer to apply shadow on Justin's pale lids. Brian shook his head when Emmett screamed, "Oooh, it's perfect!"

Pulling on a pair of old, faded blue jeans and a thin cotton vest, Brian walked over to where his boyfriend, the beauty contestant, who had obviously lost his goddamn mind, was sitting.

Justin gave him a stern look, telling him without words that he had to make up for his bad attitude from earlier. Brian plopped down on the seat, ignoring their squawks of displeasure, and pulled Justin into his arms for a kiss.

"Brian!" Emmett protested, trying to push Brian off Justin. "You're going to ruin everything!"

Brian pulled back to snort. "My loft. My boyfriend. Fuck off."

Justin nudged himself loose with his elbow. Brian was finally able to get a close-up look at his insane boyfriend. The lids above the teen's beautiful blue eyes were shaded blue mixed with some sort of horrid orange colour, shades of green and purple visible at the corners. His cheeks were a distinct and rosy pink to match his lips, which were mercifully bare of lipstick or gloss.

Thank God, Brian thought. He shook his head, the urge to smack the blond and then kill Emmett, intense.

"This is the last time I let you invite Emmett over," Brian told him seriously.

Justin wasn't impressed.

"Is it my turn yet?" Justin asked Emmett.

"Hang on a sec," Em replied, absorbed in digging through the bagful of stuff he and Justin had at their disposal.

"Where the fuck did you two get this shit anyway?" Brian asked, his fingers trying to open a make-up kit.

Justin pulled it out of his partner's hand and unlocked it easily. "They all belong to Deb," Justin said.

Brian's mouth twisted in disapproval. "These things must be like ten

fucking years old by now. You're bound to get cooties. Hetero cooties," he added, smirk in place for Justin's benefit.

Justin huffed and resisted the urge to hit his lover.

"They're all new actually," Emmett supplied.

"Yeah," Justin added with a nod for emphasis. "She asked if we could go over to Ida's to pick them up. I promised I'd take them tomorrow when we're all going over for lunch."

Brian groaned at the unwelcome reminder.

"Then we came back here," Emmett grinned by way of explanation.

"And then we um, got bored," Justin finished with a laugh.

Brian bit his tongue to keep from saying anything. He snapped the kit shut and tossed it on the table. Turning his attention back to Justin, he started nuzzling the teen's neck.

Justin moved his head to the side to give him better access, allowing

Brian to pull him up against his chest.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," Brian whispered in his ear, aware that Emmett was pretending to be uninterested.

Justin sighed.

"Don't tell me you couldn't find some hot new waiter or intern to blow you in the bathroom," Justin mumbled back, obviously fishing for information.

Brian squeezed Justin's slim waist. "None as hot as you."

Right answer.

Justin turned to slip his tongue into Brian's mouth to have it sucked and teased, eager for the taste of his lover.

"Um, guys," Emmett interrupted. "Should I go?"

"No."

"Yes."

Emmett looked from Justin to Brian.

Justin moved away from Brian. "Ignore him, Em. I want to have my turn!"

Brian groaned. "Oh come on! You two will take a fucking year. I want to fuck now, dammit."

They both ignored him.

He had to sit there, nursing his grievance and his hard-on, and watch his boyfriend go through the selecting and re-selecting process.

After five minutes, he was so bored, he found himself helping.

"Try this one," he offered, handing Justin a dark shade of pink.

"No," Justin declined. "We need something to match his eyes."

"How about this blue?"

"Lemme see that green."

"This one's hot."

"It's purple."

"Purple's hot."

"Hmm. I like it. Maybe we can mix it with this silver?"

Emmett's head moved from the blond to the brunet, trying to keep up. Although it had taken him a good few minutes, he had recovered from the fact that Brian was having an input in his and Justin's fun. Now, he was more concerned with what the two boys were planning for him. He had a sickening suspicion he was going to leave the loft looking like Ru Paul.

"Close your eyes," Justin demanded of him.

Emmett complied. Soon, he felt both his lids being covered at once.

"Brian!" Justin scolded. "What are you doing?"

"Killing two birds with one stone," Brian replied carelessly, his concentration fully on painting Emmett's lid. "The faster we get this queen out of here, the faster we can fuck. Now shut up and get on with it."

Justin glared at his boyfriend long and hard before returning his focus on Emmett's still closed lid.

"Ouch!" Em protested. "Which one of you is trying to stick my eye out?"

Justin snorted. "That would be Brian."

"Oh fuck off," Brian returned. "I'm done. Now what?"

Justin handed him a blush kit. "Put some on his cheek."

Brian did as he was told, drawing a long, thick line with the rosy rouge. When he pulled back to admire his handy work, he dug his tongue into his cheek to suppress the giggles.

Justin tossed a pillow at his boyfriend's head when he saw the mess.

Brian grabbed the front of Justin's pants in response, causing the teen to go hard. They exchanged teasing looks.

Emmett sighed. "Are you two done yet?"

"Hang on," Justin said, attention returning to the man sitting in front of him. "Let's get some of this curly eye stuff on you."

Five minutes later, Justin and Brian leaned back and stared at their finished project. Simultaneously, they erupted in laughter.

Emmett was not pleased. He stomped into Brian's bathroom to have a look at himself, returning seconds later with a huge smile on his face.

"I look great!" he squealed. "I love it."

"You would," Brian got out through his giggles, wiping at a tear.

Justin smiled. "Wait until Ted sees it!"

Emmett grinned mischievously at Justin. "Who's next?"

Justin was already nuzzling his lover's neck, trying to get Brian to give in.

"No fucking way," Brian said firmly, getting off the sofa to get himself another beer.

"He's no fun," Justin told Em.

Emmett sighed. "As always. Well, I'm gonna go now."

Brian saw him out before returning to the sofa. The minute he sat down,

Justin crawled onto his lap. Arms around Brian's neck, Justin leaned down to plant his lips against his lover's beer stained ones.

Brian kissed him and then pulled back.  "Is fucking circus time over now? Have the kiddies played enough for today? Can a man get a decent fuck now?"

Justin laughed. "I'm on to you."

"So you keep telling me."

Leaning close, Justin whispered, "I've figured you out, Kinney."

"Is that so, Taylor?" Brian whispered back.

Justin nodded.

"What'd you figure out?" Brian wanted to know.

"I don't irritate you half as much anymore," Justin said knowingly. "You're getting used to me. Attached even. Pretty soon, you won't be able to live without me."

Brian snorted.

Justin pressed a finger against Brian's lips. Opening his mouth, Brian bit down on the finger. When he saw Justin's pained expression, he let up and began sucking on it to ease the sting instead.

The blond closed his eyes, his pouty pink lips opening lightly. Brian couldn't believe how arousing looking at Justin truly was. He was hard in no time at all. Letting go of the finger, he made Justin get up and led them into the bedroom.

Once there, he placed the boy on the bed, covering him with his body. Brian wasn't able to control his actions, his desire to be inside the teen too intense. They tore at one another's clothes until they were naked, skin against hot skin.

When Brian slipped a finger into Justin's hole, he heard a soft gasp. Trailing kisses down the pale body, he couldn't resist stabbing his tongue into the pink pucker, eliciting deeper moans.

Brian was throbbing with desire and Justin's wild screams weren't helping his situation. He removed his tongue to replace it with his dick, thrusting into the teen quickly and powerfully.

Banging into the blond harder and faster, Brian felt he was going to explode. Justin's screams echoed through the loft. He came moments before Brian.

His breathing still choppy, Justin followed Brian when he pulled out of him, to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's ready lips.

"You ok?" Brian asked after a few minutes.

Justin sighed. "Amazing." He propped himself up on his elbows to stare into his lover's eyes. "But you already knew that."

Brian smiled and using a finger, he brushed the silky strands off Justin's forehead. The teen look adorable with the rosy cheeks and curled lashes.

"Brian?"

"What?"

"Even though you won't say it, can I?"

Brian snorted.

It was enough encouragement for Justin to continue. "You don't irritate me, never have, and never will. I'm one hundred percent attached to you and I can't see my life without you."

Brian tried to look away, but Justin's hand pulled his face back. "I love you, Brian."

Brian felt the words touch every part of him, down to his soul. He sucked in a breath to try and calm his nerves, trying hard to not let Justin see how much his words affected him.

"Come here you," Brian managed to get out, seconds before he crushed his lips against Justin's. It was the only way he knew how to say what the kid wanted to hear.

He made love to Justin in such a way that words weren't necessary... the teen knew exactly how he felt.

The next morning, the boys woke slowly, enjoying the fact that it was Sunday and they didn't have to rush off to school or work. They shared a lengthy shower during which Justin discovered the perils of life without makeup remover, as it took their combined efforts to remove all traces of his makeup.  Then they had a light breakfast, supplemented of course, by a high protein snack or two, and they started to get dressed to go to Deb's.  It was a birthday lunch for Vic, and although Brian had barely stopped moaning about it all morning, he wouldn't have dreamed of missing it.

Justin had dressed and, while Brian primped in the bathroom, was busily packing all of Deb's make up back into the bag.  Brian emerged to find him on hands and knees in front of the couch.  It was an invitation too good to refuse, and he dropped to the floor behind Justin, grabbing him round the hips and grinding himself against the boy's buttocks.

"Mmm," he moaned seductively.

"Stop that!" Justin ordered, squirming away.  He sat up straight, triumphantly holding aloft the errant lipstick he'd been seeking.

Brian pulled him close for a kiss, attempting to push him back against the sofa.  "C'mon. One for the road," he urged.

"Brian, we'll be late," Justin chided, twisting the cap off the lipstick and examining the color.

Brian sighed and sat back, more than a little peeved at having to take second place to make-up twice in two days.

"Look," Justin enthused, "It's exactly the color of your lips. Well, the colour they go when they've just been kissed," he added.

Then he looked at Brian and saw the suspicion of a pout on his lover's beautiful face.  He fought back a smile.  Brian could be so childish sometimes.  It was kind of cute, but Justin knew better than to ever express that opinion.

He leant forward, placing an arm around Brian's neck and drawing him close for a long deep kiss.

"See," he said, holding the lipstick close to Brian's mouth.  "The same color."

"Don't be ridiculous," Brian mumbled, getting up off the floor and huffing down onto the couch.  For some reason he felt obscurely embarrassed by Justin's comment, although no one was ever going to know

that.

"Let me put some on you and you'll see."

"Fuck off!"

Justin climbed onto Brian's lap and gave Brian his best sad-puppy-eyed look.

Brian smacked Justin's jean-clad bum and laughed. "No, no, no."

"Oh, c'mon," Justin begged. "It's just you and me."

"I'm not letting you put that shit on me."

"Please, Brian?" Justin rubbed his cock against Brian's, his eyes locked onto his lover's. "Just this once."

Brian inwardly groaned at the pleasure of Justin's movements. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the tongue on his ear, the warm breath against his skin.

He gave in. "Just this once."

Justin gave him a huge smile, so pleased at Brian's trust in him. Carefully he applied the lipstick, then stood and pulled Brian up with him.

"Come and look in the mirror and see what I mean," he urged. He dragged Brian into the bathroom and pulled him in front of the mirror. "See! It's exactly the same as your natural color."

Brian, having humored him this far, figured it was time he got his reward and sought Justin's mouth in a long kiss. It left Justin's lips an even darker shade than usual. Entranced, Brian kissed his way down

Justin's neck leaving lipstick imprints all the way.

"Brian!" Justin protested. "I'll have to wash that off!"

"Well, I'll have to wash this off."

"It's not the same. No one will even notice - I told you - it looks the same as your normal color. But look at me!"

He was examining himself in the mirror as he spoke and Brian had to admit the justice of his complaint. Brian had been very thorough.

A little sheepishly he helped Justin wash off the lipstick traces and, now definitely running late, they hurriedly pulled on coats and left the loft.

"I wonder if Deb would let me keep the lipstick. When I paint you I can never get the color quite right."

"Justin, you are not going to tell her why you want that thing," Brian ordered.

Anxious to keep the peace, Justin promised he'd just say the lipstick had gone missing.

When they arrived at Deb's the rest of the "family" were already there.

"Well, it's about time!" Debbie greeted them. "Did you bring my make up, Sunshine?"

"Yeah, Deb, here it is," Justin replied, handing over the bag. "Well, all except for one lipstick that um... " He shot a look at Brian.

"It rolled under the couch or something," Brian said casually, taking off his coat. "I'll buy you a new one."

"Okay, just make sure you do," Deb responded. She helped Justin off with his coat, and went to straighten the collar of his shirt.

Then she gasped, and started to laugh.

"Rolled under a couch, did it?" she giggled.

Everyone looked up to see what she was laughing at, and promptly joined in the laughter.

"And just who was rolling under the couch wearing it?" she asked.

Justin shot a startled look at Brian. What did she mean? They'd washed off all the lipstick marks.

Which they had... all the ones on his face and neck anyway!

Unfortunately they'd missed one.

Their friends howled with laughter as Brian's face gradually blushed to match the lipstick imprint of his lips on the collar of Justin's pale blue shirt.

29/04/03