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brian is finally differentiating between the absurd and what's important:

"I think of Brandon lying naked on my bed, offering himself up to me, and I remember thinking I hadn't wanted to fuck anyone less in my entire life."

"Then I think of Justin lying naked in my bed. His pale, soft skin. I've fucked him a thousand times and it's never gotten old. Just his smell, his flirty blink, can make me hard in seconds."

and could brian be sweeter?:

"He's being Justin. My Justin."

this fic is full of hope and love.

jeannie

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