He isn't "Brian's twink" any longer. He's not "the boy who got bashed at his prom", or the gay avenger in a pink t-shirt. He doesn't feel like "the blonde who tamed Kinney," anymore. He is simply Justin Taylor. He is ready to come home.
*nods* Yes, I think this is what Justin needs.
. Brian's wearing a brown leather jacket, the color of dark chocolate, over a white wifebeater, covered by the jacket so that Justin imagines, more than sees, Brian's tight muscles underneath. He's got on those faded jeans that hug his long legs, and his brown Prada boots. He looks fucking beautiful, as he always has; more than he ever has.
Mmmmmhhh. This description made me weak in the knees.