Disclaimer: QAF and its characters are the sole property of Showtime and Cowlip Productions - no copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: "Showers" were always such a crucial part of Brian and Justin's lives - they must have been the cleanest men in Pittsburgh - LOL! I thought it might be interesting to see critical events in their lives as seen from a "shower" perspective and mainly Justin's POV. This story attempts to do that, using not only different phases in their lives, but also different 'types' of showers. It will include some gapfillers as well as digressing at times into uncharted, post Ep. 513 territory - hope you enjoy it.:)

Justin – Age 16 – 7:00 a.m. – Parents' Home

The closest bathroom nearest to Justin's room was small but adequate for his needs. It had your standard white porcelain sink, a typical oval-shaped toilet with a white, wooden cabinet overhead and a combination bathtub/shower with a cheesy-looking, floral vinyl curtain you pulled around the rim of the tub to enclose it. As he stood there in the tub and the water streamed over his soapy body, Justin decided what HE needed at the moment was a quick jack off before leaving for school. As he pumped his cock back and forth with his hand and he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, he cried out briefly as he came all over the shower wall, his body sagging with the effort as his pulse continued to race erratically.

As he slumped against the wall, however, and braced his hand against the cold tile surface, once more he wished he for the courage to just go ahead and get laid; this taking care of his own needs was adequate enough, he supposed, but he knew it couldn't compare at all to the real thing of actually being fucked by someone. He didn't want adequate any more – his raging hormones wanted some explosive, mind-blowing, man on man sex. He was old enough now – it was time to find out the pleasures of being fucked and sucked. Now all he had to do was figure out how to make that happen.

"Justin! Daphne's here! Hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" He shouted back through the door in response to his mother's call, snorting a little at the double meaning. Using the portable shower head to quickly spray the come off the wall, he vowed silently that before long, he would figure out how to make his most fervent wish come true.

Justin – Age 17; Brian's Loft the Morning After

Justin stared in awe at the monstrous size of Brian Kinney's bathroom; it had to be larger than the total square footage of his bedroom at home. He was used to his closet of a bathroom that was located closest to his bedroom that he used in the mornings to get ready for school. This bathroom looked like it belonged in a king's palace – all expensive Italian marble and glass with touches of bright, shiny chrome fixtures interspersed throughout. He almost felt like he should wash the shower out before he even used it…

Speaking of which, the glassed-in shower stall was the largest and most luxurious one he had ever seen. It was easily big enough to fit four people in it; why would anyone need a shower so large? he wondered. As he stood there under the multi-jet shower head, relishing in the invigorating stream raining down on top of him, he ran the bar of luxurious, masculine-smelling soap over his body, his thoughts in a dazed whirl over finally experiencing his first fuck. He might have almost thought he had simply dreamed it up as a mind-blowing fantasy, except for the soreness in his ass that was physical evidence of what had happened last night, over and over and over again. At first, he had been both excited and terrified at the thought of coming home with someone like Brian Kinney, and during that initial moment when his dream had come true and Brian's dick had slowly slid inside him, he momentarily thought that perhaps he had made a horrible mistake; the pain had been excruciating. But Brian's soft-spoken words of encouragement had soothed his misgivings, and once the first ring of muscle had been breached and his lover had hit that one glorious spot, he knew this was what he had been missing. It had been indescribable, mind-altering, unforgettable. And when he had found out the joys of being rimmed…..fuck, he had never known such pleasure existed! He smiled to himself; he could somehow still feel Brian's dick inside him, even now. He knew at that moment that he would never be able to get enough of Brian's touch. It was like some sickness, some indescribable craving and he never wanted a cure from it.

His heart skipped a beat now as he heard the shower door being opened; a few seconds later, his adrenalin level shot up as he felt Brian's cock brush against his ass before he turned around to face his lover, who silently took the bar of soap from him and began to sensually glide it over his shoulders and chest. Lover….just that one word alone made his cock begin to harden again; that and the sexy-as-hell man staring down at him, his dark hair plastered to his head and rivulets of water running down his taut chest and his breastbone and on down to the mass of curly pubic hair leading to his magnificent cock. He had never thought anyone looked sexier as Brian's smoldering eyes practically bored into him.

Some light bantering back and forth and one hand smack on his ass a short time later, Justin found himself turned around and impatiently pushed up against the slick glass of the shower wall with Brian's cock firmly embedded once more in his ass; as they rocked in perfect time with each other and Brian thrust his dick deep inside him over and over again, his heart soared in time with their movements and he thought he was in heaven.

King of Babylon Contest – Debbie's House – 1:00 a.m.

Justin stood inside Debbie's corner shower stall in the upstairs bathroom next to Michael's room, the hot water pouring over him from above as he lathered his body slowly and reminisced about all the amazing things that had happened tonight; he was the new King of Babylon! Not only that, he had actually stolen a trick right from under his lover's cocky nose. In fact, his 'admirer,' Sean, had left about two hours ago after he had fucked the guy three times – once in the backroom of Babylon and twice on Michael's twin bed. Eventually, the handsome brunet with the winning smile had actually begun to get almost needy, wanting to know when they could see each other again, and needful of Debbie's admonition about bringing tricks home after midnight, he had finally told him it was time to leave.

He smiled as he remembered telling the man he could see him 'in his dreams' instead; he never thought he would ever have an occasion to utter the same phrase that a certain other man had used on him not so long ago, but it had felt damn good. It had also felt good to knock Mr. High-and-Mighty down a peg or two; Brian was definitely beginning to take for granted that he would always be there at his beck and call whenever he wanted him in his bed, ready and waiting for him to fuck him, and he was quickly growing tired of it. He was good-looking, intelligent, passionate, had a damned impressive-looking cock if he did say so himself, and he wasn't bad in the fucking and sucking department, either. It was time that Brian realized that he wasn't the only one who could snag another man; he was tired of being thought of as a convenient backup plan. And tonight, he had finally found a way to make sure Brian knew that.

It had felt so exhilarating being the one to fuck someone else; it had felt powerful and invigorating. Now he knew why Brian always needed that edge, that domination, and for Brian he would always be willing if necessary to comply if it meant he could be with him. Just for a moment, though, he finally knew what it felt like to be in control of someone else and he had never felt so free. He smiled as he placed the bar of soap back onto the porcelain dish built into the wall and allowed the water to wash off the suds on his chest; he couldn't wait to see Brian tomorrow at the diner to tell him all about his experience tonight. And most of all, he couldn't wait to see his reaction….He knew that from now on, things would be different.