I'm back. I needed to quote a few lines that are stellar: You fucking little shit, Brian thought.
Justin, Debbie and Lindsay headed off towards the diner, and Ted and Emmett head who the fuck cares where. Brian raked his eyes over the bold colors one last time, ignoring the pride that pounded briefly in his chest, drowning it out with anger.
And even *memories* of hair!porn are hot: Brian watched as Justin ran his fingers through his own hair. As the strands slid between them, Brian wondered how it felt. It was so much longer than it had been the last time he'd touched it. Christ, this was a fucking bad idea. He carefully stubbed out the joint. It was quiet, and Justin was staring up at him from his sprawled position on the floor, an eyebrow quirked at him. "Huh?"
and a totally, totally fucked!Brian always does my heart good: "Where the fuck were you?" Brian demanded, pulling Justin against his chest and hugging him tightly. For a brief moment Brian closed his eyes, breathing Justin in. Jesus he smells good.