Sometimes Brian got a little too drunk. This was one of those nights.

Justin sighed and put a hand on Brian's shoulder, trying to drag him away from the bar. It was already three in the morning and Babylon was as full and loud as ever, but Justin really did want to go home and get some sleep.

"Come on, Brian, let's go," Justin said, pulling on his arm.

Brian turned and stared at Justin, frowning. "Who the fuck made you boss?"

Justin sighed and tugged a little harder. "You're drunk. You're really, really fucking drunk. You can barely stand."

Sometimes Brian got a little too drunk. Sometimes when Brian got a little too drunk, he started getting this certain look in his eye.

"Hmm. You're right. Who needs to stand?" Brian took a (wobbly) step forward and the look in his eye became a look on his face, and Justin realized suddenly that he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.

"I have to get up early to meet with a gallery owner tomorrow, Brian," Justin said pleadingly. "I need to go to bed."

"Oh, you're going to bed alright," Brian said, licking his lips.

Sometimes Brian got a little too drunk. Sometimes when Brian got a little too drunk, he got this look on his face, and his voice got low, and Justin knew it was no use to argue, but he had to TRY.

"I meant to SLEEP," Justin said, leading him out of Babylon and out into the cold night air. "To SLEEP, not to fuck."

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and pushed him up against the car as soon as they reached it. "Mm, so are you saying no?"

Justin felt a shiver go down his spine.

Sometimes Brian got a little too drunk. Sometimes when Brian got a little too drunk, he liked to play this game.

"Y-yes. I'm saying no. I need to sleep. I need-" Justin tried to say, but Brian's lips were already on his, and Brian's knee was between his legs, spreading them.

They wouldn't make it home for a while. Justin was glad Brian had gotten tinted windows when he'd gotten the new car last year.

They barely made it into the back seat before Brian was pinning Justin down and kissing him roughly. Justin's shirt was ripped off, and then his pants, and the lube and condoms that Brian kept in the car JUST in case of emergency were easily within reach.

In the back of his mind, Justin hoped that no one called the cops, but he couldn't help but scream "no" and "stop" over and over when Brian was like this. Of course, stopping was the last thing he wanted Brian to do.

Sometimes Brian got a little too drunk. Sometimes when Brian got drunk, they played this little game, where Justin was the unwilling participant in some very delicious sex.

Justin didn't like to admit it, but sometimes he liked it when Brian got a little too drunk. Brian's 'rape face' was just too fucking hot.