DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW SEASON FIVE SPOILERS.

Luckily, there is nothing spoilery about the title.

Unfiltered


“Did you tell anyone?”

“No.”

“Good. Neither did I.” Justin sat back in his airplane seat, satisfied.

They were both silent for a few minutes, lost in separate but similar thoughts about the family back in Pittsburg, who would have been happy to celebrate with them, for them, loudly. But that wasn’t what either of them really wanted.

“D’you think they’ll be pissed?” Justin asked, a small smile of amusement on his face.

“Probably,” Brian replied. “But it’s our wedding, not theirs.”

“And this way we won’t have to sit through a reception before we go straight to the honeymoon.”

“And the fucking,” said Brian, leering.

“Well, that’s what a honeymoon is for,” said Justin. “And champagne.”

“And champagne,” agreed Brian. He gave Justin a look of mock-consternation. “Although you’ve never been required to be liquored up for fucking before.”

Justin punched him in the shoulder and replied in a high voice, “Oh, don’t worry dear, your cock up my ass is the only thing I require.” They both laughed, smiling into each other’s eyes.

Brian leaned over and said, “How about my tongue in your ass?” His words were more vibration than sound.

“I require that, too,” said Justin, a little breathlessly. Brian’s tongue flicked the spot underneath Justin’s ear. Then he sat back, started to reach for his cigarettes, and visibly checked himself. He was quiet a moment and Justin watched, waiting.

“How did you know I was freaking out, Justin?” He asked. “I was careful. I would have gone through the whole song and dance if you hadn’t cornered me.”

“I know.” Justin’s voice was quiet. “but it’s not what either of us wanted. Not really. You were right. We shouldn’t copy the breeders.”

“You’re sure that that isn’t some bullshit I fed you four years ago?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Justin sat up and twisted halfway around in his seat. “Look how many straight people get divorced. I almost think the bigger the wedding, the more they’re trying to convince themselves, and the worse the relationship actually is. Like with Drew and his ex-fiancé.” Justin smiled. “Which is why I asked you to elope with me. We’ll just say ‘I do’, and know we mean it, and that will be it.” Brian’s mouth quirked.

“Well, it was so romantic,” he said in a falsetto. “How could I resist?” He reached for his cigarettes again. “Fuck.” he put his hand back on the arm rest.

“That’s how I knew,” said Justin.

“What?”

“That’s how I knew that you were freaking out.” He reached into Brian’s pocket and plucked out the half-full pack of cigarettes. “You went to the non-filtered kind again.” He glanced down at the label. “See? These are filtered.” Brian raised an eyebrow.

“It’s true,” said Justin, laughing. “Sometimes it’s the only way I can tell.”

Brian stared at him, an odd smile on his face. Then he reached over and slung both of his arms around Justin’s neck. He put their foreheads together and took a deep breath as if he were about to say something. Then he laughed instead and kissed Justin, once, twice, a third time with a little tongue. Justin smiled into the kiss.

“I love you,” Brian said, and then kissed him again so he didn’t have to deal with the reaction.