So here's the thing with me and this fic: I love it, with its insane hotness and intensity and resolute IC-ness. And yet, I always feel so totally bad and, like, dirty for loving it as much as I do, which is likely a direct result of having grown up Catholic and gone to Catholic schools and whatnot. It's like, I'm reading it in my own home, but I kind of think in the back of my mind that I'm back in school and the teacher/nun (yes, I had several nun teachers in my time) is going to peer over my shoulder and see it and make me go to confession for reading ridiculously hot gay porn. And now I'm thinking about the part with Justin and Brian in the confessional and--GUH!
I don't even know if any one will read this comment, but I had to get this out of my brain and onto the interwebs.