I can feel him move inside of me. I feel the brush of his fingertips tracing my vein and taking my pulse until it reaches the end of its path. Everything is still beating in a palpable, melodic rhythm. I’m still breathing.

“Low blow, Sunshine, using my son to coax me outside.”

Justin discovers a kink he didn’t know he had. And Brian likes it. AU, set post-finale

I guess it must have started off with that fucking thump. Just a bit of pressure beating a constant rhythm against the wall of my mouth. Almost involuntarily, blood seems to rush forward to make up for the lack of circulation and you get that thumping feeling. Like the few times my hands have been constricted by rope or handcuffs, a sock once, which was meant to teach Justin a lesson about...

Alone in a Church, Brian Kinney considers his lost chance at fatherhood. 

Looking back, Brian can’t be entirely certain when it started happening, but he’d venture to guess it had been happening all along. If he’s being honest, he can’t pinpoint the exact moment in time when he fell in love, because he had absolutely no idea that’s what he was feeling. Love was phony, fraudulent. It was pretense on the best of days. What he was feeling for Justin was earth shatteringly real.

“You ok?” His voice was very soft. I couldn’t answer. “What are you thinking about?” He sounded much too far away.

“Your mouth.” At least I was honest . . .

Post 513 and kinky.

“Why the fuck would I want to go to the art gallery?” Brian leaned over Justin, picking up his drink . . .

A gapfiller (if you can call RPS that) for ep. 107 – that v. lovely scene where Craig realizes Justin is gay, and we get to watch Brian fuck the shit out of him. It’s just about the smut, really. Or it will be, anyway . . .

Try as you might, some things aren't meant to be forgotten.

Justin and Brian meet Jennifer's new boyfriend.

Justin thinks he got it all figured out. Because Brian's so easy, at least when it comes to sex. Right.