Sleeping On It
By Rebel

Brian had gone to Babylon, but the DJ that night sucked. The music was too loud, the lights not in sync with the sound. He'd told his manager to get his fucking act together if he wanted to keep his job, and gone to the baths, where apparently it was Troll Night.

So he went home. It was five minutes to 3, and Justin was asleep on the sofa.

Brian didn't bother looking for the puppy. He knew where he was. He was under the blanket, curled against Justin.

He knew Justin wasn't asleep, even though his eyes were closed.

Thinking On It
By Rebel

Justin opened his eyes when he heard Brian go up the bedroom stairs. He lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the shower.

The puppy snuffled into his armpit, and Justin smiled. "Do you need to go out?" The puppy just burrowed a little deeper into his side.

Justin pretended for a minute that he was keeping him. He thought about what he'd name him, about drawing him, about how Gus would like him. He imagined walking him with Daphne, and wondered what Debbie would say, or his mom.

He heard the shower turn off in the other room.

Waking Up On It
By Rebel

Justin didn't remember falling asleep, but he must have because the puppy woke him up. He was wriggling in Justin's arms, nipping his chin and whining.

Justin's normal morning irritation disappeared when the puppy licked his face. He laughed and pushed the blanket down around his feet. He thought longingly of coffee, and then thought about Brian's reaction if the puppy peed on his floors.

He shifted the puppy from one arm to the other while he struggled into his jacket, and then held him against his side while he got the loft door open as quietly as he could.

Peeing On It
By Rebel

Justin half-jogged down the block to a vacant lot behind an empty store, and set the puppy down in the grass. He sniffed around, his black tail pointing straight up and wagging rapidly back and forth.

After a few minutes, Justin realized three things. One, he was freezing. Two, he needed coffee. Three, he needed to pee. "Hurry up," he said coaxingly.

The puppy was very busy smelling a small brown patch of dirt and ignored him. He finally decided that the spot was the right one, and, with a look of intense concentration on his face, peed on it.

Waiting On It
By Rebel

Brian hadn't slept much. Funny how fast he'd gotten used to Justin sleeping next to him, after all that time in LA.

He almost laughed. Yet another reason not to have a dog; Justin wasn't what you'd call a morning person, and it's not like the loft had a backyard.

Brian started the coffee, and waited for the two of them to come back from their little outing. He waited a lot longer than he'd have expected, considering it wasn't really even light out yet.

He was putting sugar in his second cup before he heard the loft door opening.

Taking a Chance On It
By Rebel

Justin saw Brian in the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, but didn't say anything. He just put the puppy down.

The puppy's nails clicked on the hardwood floors while he raced over to Brian's bare feet. Brian stood looking down at him with a certain amount of confusion. The puppy's little nose was pushing in between Brian's toes, and he was making little snuffling noises.

He glared at Justin. "What the fuck is he doing?"

Justin took a cup off the shelf, and poured coffee into it. "He's worshipping at your feet."

Brian regarded the puppy with a new interest.

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