The bit where they are getting stoned cracks me up:
"Then what's the problem? Afraid your boyfriend wouldn't like it? A bit to public? Wouldn't want everyone to know that kid he is always hanging around is a big, militant queer?"
Justin shot him a disgusted look. "No." But something in his eyes made Brian suspect he wasn't entirely off.
"Because it doesn't have to be you. There are plenty of people willing to help nail his ass to the wall. And not in a postive, life affirming way."
The look faded. "Of course I'll do it...what happened to the joint?"
Brian laughed, "I put it out 5 miles back, Sunshine."
He pushed up off the floor and stood. He stretched his arms above his head as he yawned, arching his back and exposing a sliver of pale smooth skin at his waist. Brian had never wanted to lick anything so badly in his life.
"Brian?"
"Yes?"
Justin laughed, grinning at him. He's trying to fucking kill me.