| moonbrightnites ( @ 2012-07-16 19:22:00 |
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Justin endured the silence for about three minutes before dropping down beside him and resting a hand on Brian’s hip. “Okay,” he said. “I didn’t develop any super powers in New York. You’re going to have to tell me.”
Brian shrugged.
Justin gave him a good shake by the hip. “Every minute that you spend sulking is one more minute when I could be blowing you.”
He had a point.
“It’s just,” he began slowly, in his most off-hand tone of voice, “that you didn’t approve the last time I was involved in a sex-based competition. In fact, you left.”