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One day, Brian thought, Justin's blue eyes were going to get him into trouble. They were an innocent blue, the kind that heteros put on the walls of the nursery for the bouncing baby brat that was on the way, the blue of a summer sky that promised only a sunny day. They'd certainly gotten Brian into trouble--he couldn't get of Justin now.

They were waiting outside Babylon for the rest of the gang to show up and he had Justin pressed against the wall, bodies grinding into each other, desperate. If the gang didn't show up, they were likely to get an eyeful.

"Shit," Justin said as he pulled out of the kiss to tilt his face up. "It's raining."

Brian stumbled for words as Justin looked down again. His eyelashes had caught some rain drops and fuck if Justin didn't look amazing like that, blue eyes framed by wet lashes. "Who the fuck cares?" Brian asked as he went back to kissing Justin.

The day that Justin got in trouble with those eyes was the day that Brian would kill someone. Those eyes were just too innocent.