This ficlet is rich in little details that braid together Brian's love and need for Justin. He knows I’ve missed him. I told him I missed him. He admits he loved LA and still admits that he missed me. We’re good together, we’re better together than we are apart, at least, I’m better with him than I am without him. That makes me think about things that shouldn’t be said again so I press him back into the mattress with the weight of my body. I kiss him, stealing his breath and clearing my head. I kiss down his torso and feel his legs spread under me while his hands rest on either side of my face, not guiding or directing, just touching. When I have him in my mouth his body bows and he practically wraps his legs around my head. Poor Brian trapped in his love thinking to distract himself and Justin from what should be said. But Brian simply reinforces everything he feels everytime he touches Justin making everything more complex because how he feels is layered into each movement between them. Beautifully depicted.