Authors Note: Just an FYI - I don't really know how long it takes to get from Pitts to NYC so I guessed. :) Also grocery shopping at 1 am is totally somethng you can do in the city. I've actually done it once or twice and had similar conversations with people I know. lol. :) Brian went through the day in a trance, not really able to concentrate on anything. He signed the forms Ted had dropped off, took conference calls, hired two new interns, okayed the new Eyeconics boards, so to anyone else he may have appeared on top of his game. To him he was just keeping busy. At 5:00 when he couldn't come up with something brilliant for Brown Athletics he decided to call it a day. He drove to the loft with the little girls face still in his head and as soon as he was inside dug up his old files from the clinic. How the fuck could someone make such a huge fucking mistake? He couldn't comprehend it. The phone started to ring, making him jump and drop the documents he was studying. "Hey!" Brian heard and then some rustling. "Jus?" "Yeah. Sorry my friends thought it would be funny to dial you. Hey why was your cell out of service this morning?" Brian had completely forgotten about that. "Dropped it into some water, had to temporary cancel service until I could get another." He replied looking through more files, not really sure what he was looking for but anything that could explain this. "Oh, well then I'll let you get back to what you're doing." "Hmm." Brian replied finding another form from the clinic. Brian Aiden Kinney He read his own handwriting on the form they had made him and Linds fill out. "Brian?" He pulled out the contract from the clinic and added it to his pile. "Brian?" Another paper came out congratulating him and Linds on their pregnancy. "Brian!?" "Hmm?" Brian replied forgetting that Justin was still on the line. "Uh nothing, I'll let you go. Later." "La-" But it was too late. The line was already dead. Brian didn't think much of it and picked up the pile he had made, poured himself some Beam and sat down on the sofa. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was he going to do? Some fucking girl he never met comes and tells him he's the father of her child. How the hell is he suppose to take that? He took a sip of his drink and threw the papers onto the coffee table out of frustration. Brian sat for a few more minutes before he couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing his keys off the counter he left the loft and just started driving. What if the kid really was his? What the hell was he going to do? Brian would never admit it to anyone but deep down inside when he and Justin were going to get married he had thought of the idea of possibly starting a family. Everyone thinks of him as an asshole, conceited, materialistic, unloving, a bastard but even an unloving conceited materialistic bastard asshole deep down really buried down inside can want to settle down. How the fuck was Justin going to take the news if it were true? No he couldn't tell Justin. Knowing him he'd be one to buy a one way ticket and be on the first plane back to Pitts without a second thought. No, Justin deserves to be in the city. He deserves all the fucking success that the world can offer him. Before, the brunett knew it a sign read "Welcome to New York City." Fuck Even without being concious of the fact somehow he ended up making his way to Justin. Fuck He thought about turning around but he was already here so he might as well pay the younger man a visit. He paid an ungodly amount of money to park his car and hailed a cab to the apartment. He glanced at his watch 1:00 am. Suddenly the events of the past day left him exhausted and he was on the verge of letting sleep take him when the cabby pointed out they were there. Throwing the guy his money, he climbed out and made his way up the stairs to the apartment doorway. He rang up to Justin's place a few times, but he got no reply. shit What was he going to do now? "Brian?" Brian turned around to see the blonde coming up the stairs, a bag of groceries in his hand. "Hey." Brian smiled. Justin pulled his keys out of his pocket and let them in. "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. Can't I just pay you a visit?" Shrugging, Justin led them up the five story walk up. "You know I love it that you would come see me, but it's fucking one in the morning." "I could ask you why you're grocery shopping at this hour." Brian replied following Justin into his tiny apartment. Justin shrugged again. "I was hanging out with Ton and Ant and lost track of time. Didn't want to come home to an empty fridge. Good thing about New York is that you can practically buy almost anything at any time - day or night." Brian nodded and watched Justin put things away. "So you still didn't answer my question." Justin remarked when he was done and turned to Brian who was leaning on the counter. "If you don't want me here, I can go." Brian faked hurt and started to walk towards the door. Justin lunged at him. "No, it's just...I'm a little shocked is all." He wrapped his arms around the taller man. "I don't know. I just felt like coming to the big Apple." Brian told him, kissing the top of the blonde head. "At 1 in the morning." "I was out anyways." "Brian it's like, God it's like a five or six hour drive." "So?" Brian shrugged pulling away. Justin caught his hand. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Where's your bed?" Brian smirked. "My, my Mr. Kinney don't I even get a proper kiss. What kind of guy do you think I am?" Justin laughed as Brian covered his lips. Brian grabbed Justin's ass. "An easy one." "Fuck you!" The blond laughed. "No I think I'll be fucking you in a minute." Brian growled once inside the bedroom. Justin nipped his neck. "What are you waiting for?" With that Brian threw the younger man on the bed. Justin looked up at him with lust and in need in his eyes and Brian felt himself growing hard immediately. Slowly, seductively he shed his shirt and pants and yanked Justins off him. In a matter of seconds Justin was completely naked and Brian was entering him. "God Brian, God!" Justin moaned as Brian picked up the pace. He let out all the emotions he had been holding in since his visitor and pounded into the blond. Justin was writhing under him and Brian knew he was about to cum. "Cum for me Justin. So then I can cum in your tight little hole. Come on Justin." Brian bit his nibbled on his earlobe causing the younger man to spill himself. Brian followed suit a few minutes later and both fell asleep moments later. Brian still inside Justin, their cooling bodies causing them to stick together. But neither of that mattered. Brian was holding Justin again and for a moment nothing else mattered. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ "Morning." Justin said softly bringing a cigarette up to his lips. Brian groaned and sat up. "So you going to tell me what's a matter?" "God, Justin can we stop the inquisition at this hour." Justin laughed. "It's 1:00." "Fuck. I have to call cynthia, Ted. Fuck Cynthia probably shit when I wasn't there this morning." Brian recounted reaching for his clothes. Justin stood up and put out his cigarette. Brian noticed he was already dressed. "Don't worry. I called her this morning and let her know to reschedule anything you had today. So?" "Nothings wrong. Why do you always assume there's something wrong." "Cause Brian Kinney doesn't drive through the night to come to New York when he has work in the morning." Brian walked over and wrapped his arms around the younger man. "Nothings a matter. I'm going to take a shower." Justin sighed as he watched the retreating back and after a few minutes followed him. "So you're not going to tell me?" Brian was just getting into the shower. "Justin. Nothings wrong." The blond sighed. "Fine. I'll go make some coffee." "Seriously. Nothings wrong." Brian repeated. Justin nodded. "Okay." Even though he knew something wasn't okay.