He waited for the snappy retort, or at the very least for a Brian Kinney classic ‘this is the closest I can get to saying fuck you right now’ look. But instead, Brian studied him a moment, then caught his chin between two fingers and placed a quick, hard kiss on his mouth. Justin started, clutching at Brian’s shoulders as he felt the swift, possessive flick of Brian’s tongue. Then Brian straightened, smirk oddly absent, and stepped away to intercept the rapidly approaching Vasquez.
Justin’s hand went up to touch his lips without thought, and he heard a soft laugh.
“He can still make you go completely starry-eyed,” Lindsay said softly.