I started on Saturday, reading Embark first, then Framed, and I'm up to chapter 21 of BYBR. This is one of the most gorgeous post 513 stories in fandom.
THE CAR!!!!!!! *flails* I wanna have Teh Car's babies.
Justin at the window, the car stays out of the garage all night. Justin opening the door, Brian practically falling into Justin's arms. Justin cuffed to his easel, and Brian coming from fear, and saying that it was the best orgasm ever.
And then, oh then...The Vows.
His eyebrows heighten, “What do you want, Brian?” He looks almost concerned, like you have a disease. You agree with him, your chin resting on your hand on his chest.
“I want you to smile all the time. I want to come home from work to some fabulous dinner you’ve made, but that we don’t eat because it’s been fifteen and a half hours since I’ve fucked you and you can’t wait any longer so I fuck you on the stairs. Then I want you to show up unannounced at my office the next day and demand that I take you to lunch because we skipped dinner last night, but instead we go to the loft and fuck…”
“I see a theme here.”
“It’s a very thematic fantasy.”
“I can tell.”
“I want to watch a John Wayne movie marathon with you while you bitch and moan the whole time because you hate westerns, but you sit there with me anyway and suck me off at least once an hour.”
“Can I have popcorn with obscene amounts of butter?”
“Yes, as long as you wipe your hands before you blow me.”
“Cool.”
“I want to fuck you while you cook, while you paint, while you use your electric toothbrush. I want to fight with you, break shit, and have to spend a thousand dollars replacing crap just so you’ll calm down. I want to argue with you over how to decorate the five empty rooms in this place that I’ve never touched and then just give in and let you do what you want.”
“You’re asking a lot.”
“I know. And during all of this, I want you to be deliriously happy, completely fulfilled, and insatiably horny.”
“That’s all?”
“Pretty much.”
“Hmm.” His legs have fallen toward you and you realize that you’re caressing his hip, well, his ass, really. “I think I’m fine with all of that.”
You feel relieved.
And then selfish, all over again.
“You are? If you want to get officially married or whatever, we can do that. It’s fine with me.”
“I think we just did, Brian.”
He raises his head a little and you kiss him. It starts out as nothing, but then it turns into something, your left hand supporting his head. It’s soft and sweet and so fucking good.
"Mmm, that was the best kiss I’ve ever had,” he tells you when it’s over.