Queer As Folk One-liners

It was a tender moment, shared between two lovers who were finding each other all over again, that became the fresh start Brian and Justin deserved.

The tradition of unsuccessful surprise parties continued when Brian, Jennifer, and Debbie showed up a day early for Justin's gallery opening to find him and his art agent naked and covered in paint, rolling around on some unstreched canvas.

Justin's brush scratched over the canvas, swirling the oil paint into just the right texture to capture his subject's tanned skin tone perfectly.

It was a mixed blessing that the heat was out in the loft because who knew when the repairman would show up, but at least Brian had a new duvet and a horny Justin to keep him nice and toasty.

Justin slipped the coupons for a dozen blow jobs - anytime, anywhere - into Brian's stocking, which might be enough to last them until dinner-time.

Brian swirled his glass, the amber liquid and ice spinning together, and then downed it in the hopes that it would wash away the taste of regret since he didn't believe in that shit.

Justin shivers in anticipation as Brian slowly licks his way down to Justin's hard, leaking cock.

While the kids had fun playing football with Uncle Drew before their massive Thanksgivukkah feast, everyone else was nursing sore knees, backs, and for Brian a huge bruise on his ass after when Gus accidentally tackled him to the ground.

Jenny was so cozy cuddled up with Grandma Debbie and sipping her favorite hot cocoa, when who should burst through the door but her parents, all four of them, struggling to bring inside the biggest Christmas tree she'd ever seen.

Gus was super pumped for the combined holiday this year; all those potatoes served so many ways (well, at least mashed and fried up in latkes), one would think his Irish heritage was really starting to show.