except this part: Brian settled himself back on the chair as he dribbled another healthy amount of gel from the bottle, watching as it made a slow, glistening path down the crack of Justin's ass where he followed it with his fingers.
what the fuck, yo?? you can't end there!
this was brilliant. i love the idea of brian being to lazy to shave, not knowing what day it was even, just floating in a haze of blissful vacationness with justin. But snapping out of it out of concern for Justin's ass.