Justin rolled his eyes. �Please. Give me a break.�

Brian adjusted the cuffs on his impeccable chocolate-brown jacket. Prada, of course. �You made the choice to dress like a circus freak. Live with the consequences.�

Justin sighed. Then turned, tossing his bag and tackling the other man to the floor. �Look at this guy!� he shouted. �He�s with someone wearing purple pants!�

�Justin! Get the fuck off--�

�He�s IN LOVE with someone who wears PURPLE PANTS!�

He felt Brian chuckle against his collarbone. �I�m burning them when we get home.�

�Fuck me first.�