"Yes, he did, and he still won't let you leave either," he answered. "He needs you." Not that he thought for a moment that John would want to leave. John was like them. He had a purpose, an objective, something to fight for. Brian had never found anything he cared that much about and had no interest in looking for some higher cause.
Brian was tired of talking about the same shit as if they'd get a different result and there was one sure way to end all discussion. He kissed john while he reached for John's pants and opening them up. They didn't even need to take their clothes off, and that should keep Derek happy. Not that Brian gave a fuck, but clothes meant that they could fuck without getting emotional. "Turn around, Gorgeous. I want to fuck you."