"Has Michael called yet?" Justin asked looking a little sour.
"Couple hours ago." Anthony confirmed with a nod. "I wouldn't normally be hanging out with last night's trick again, but little Mikey has this fantastic hero worship thing going on." He had a big grin on his face. "I love being worshiped like the god I am!"
"You're gonna break the poor guys heart." Justin warned.
"Wah wah wah... His best friend is Brian Kinney, he should understand the game by now." Anthony shrugged it off and Justin shuddered inwardly.
"You're my best friend and I don't understand the game at all." Justin reminded him.
"Sure you do. You don't agree with it and until last night you didn't play it, but you sure as hell understand it" Anthony was right of course. Justin wished that he didn't understand it so that he wouldn't feel so stupid for letting himself get hurt by Brian.
"I wasn't the one playing the game last night," he grumbled, "Brian was."
"Honey, I may have been a little preoccupied with little Mikey last night, but I'm not blind and deaf. I heard the little wager you made with Kinney while you were playing pool." Anthony wagged his finger at Justin. "You may look like you're about twelve, but I sure as hell know you're not that innocent."
"Why don't you go away so I can feel sorry for myself in peace?" Justin was in no mood to be reminded of his own stupidity at thinking that the notorious Brian Kinney was in fact interested in more that a fuck.
***
"Are you two ready to go yet?" Lindsay asked as she breezed into Justin and Anthony's apartment. She was dressed in an exceptionally low cut tank top, a mini skirt, and knee high leather boots. Had Justin not been in such a bad mood, he would have laughed at the lengths his friend was taking to get her tutor into bed.
"Well, well, well, Miss Peterson, don't you just look super whoralicious." Anthony said with a grin. He was also dressed to impress in a tight black wife beater and a pair of jeans that molded to his ass perfectly. "You think that skimpy little outfit will get your tutor into the sack?"
"I'm hoping." Lindsay replied optimistically. "If this doesn't work, I'm pretty sure nothing will." Justin shook his head and started putting his shoes on.
"Oh no, Blondie!" Anthony exclaimed seeing the ratty sneakers Justin was planning on wearing to the club. "We're getting you laid tonight. Take a tip from miss lesbian over there and put on something that's going to get the man of your choice into bed."
"I hate you." Justin grumbled as he went into his room and grabbed a pair of black boots from the bedroom. He sneered when he heard Anthony demand that he wear a different shirt too, but he complied. Grabbing an almost sheer baby blue sweater from the closest, he pulled off his baggy t-shirt and changed.
When he returned to the living room, Anthony let out a whistle. "Now, see, don't you feel much better now? If you weren't my best friend, I'd even fuck you."
"Great." Justin replied without enthusiasm.
***
"I hate dyke night." Brian said as he took a big swig from his beer. "Can't we take off and maybe see what's happening at Boi Toi?"
"No!" Michael said as he slugged his friend in the arm. "Anthony is meeting me here tonight!" Brian knew that Michael would say that. His friend was dressed to the nines in an attempt to impress Anthony.
"Your first real boyfriend!" Brian said sardonically.
"Why do you say that like you don't believe it? Just because you don't believe in boyfriends..." Michael huffed. "He really likes me, Brian! He thinks I'm hot!"
"Lots of guys think you're hot." Brian tried to be reassuring.
"He's here!" Michael exclaimed ignoring Brian's comment. Brian followed Michael's line of sight and found Anthony standing near the door with Lindsay and Justin. As soon as Brian laid eyes on the blond, he felt a tightening in his groin. The nineteen year old looked totally hot in the sheer blue shirt that clung to his body in all the right places.
"Well, why don't you go over there and give him a big, sloppy kiss." Brian was trying very hard to keep the bad ass mask on, but after seeing Justin he was having a lot of trouble. He was taking Daphne's advice and keeping his distance from Justin, and it was getting more and more difficult every time he saw him. In spite of himself, he wanted more than just one night with the kid and he didn't want to get burned in the process.
"Come on, let's go over there and say hi." Michael was little a puppy dog and it made Brian want to puke.
"I'm good here, but you go ahead." Brian took another big swig of his beer and made a show of checking out the dance floor.
"Ok. See you later." Michael seemed to scamper away and Brian prayed that he would never be so pathetic over a guy.
***
"Here comes little Mikey." Justin groaned. He didn't see Brian behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. He decided that if Brian wasn't with Michael that he had decided not to come to Babylon for dyke night.
"Bring on the hero worship." Anthony said with a big smile. Seeing the two of them, a stranger would have thought they had been a couple forever. Anthony immediately took Michael in his arms and laid a great big kiss on him.
After their passionate kiss ended, Michael was blushing and Anthony was smiling triumphantly. Justin groaned and looked at Lindsay. She was looking around the club to try and catch sight of Melanie. Justin was certain that he was going to end up standing alone in a matter of minutes, until the waiter from the diner that afternoon walked up to him with a big smile on his face.
"Well, hey there. If it isn't the cutie from the diner this afternoon!" Justin had to laugh. Along with the queeny flair Emmett had about him, he had a very thick southern accent. He reminded Justin of a southern belle from an old movie.
"Hi." Justin said with a smile. He hoped that Emmett didn't have designs on him because he wasn't attracted to the super feminine type.
"Why don't we go out on the dance floor and cut a little rug?" Emmett suggested. Justin looked around at his friends, Anthony and Michael were laughing together and Lindsay was grinning and blushing as she watched Melanie walk towards her.
"Sure." Justin agreed, knowing that if he said no he would end up standing all alone and wallowing some more over Brian.
"Well, come on darlin', let's get out there and show the rest of these men what the little guys can do." Emmett grabbed Justin's hand and they made their way out onto the dance floor. Justin felt a little excited by the new experience. His first boyfriend, Chris, preferred to keep their relationship quiet and they mostly just spent time together at home pretending to their parents that they were just the best of friends. Jonny had liked to go out to clubs with his friends, but he insisted that Justin wouldn't have a good time at the clubs. He did always came home to Justin after though.
***
Brian had been fending off men all night. He knew they all thought he was beautiful and at 22 was used to the attention, but there wasn't much of a thrill there anymore. Now tricking was more about the thrill of the hunt, catching the ones that didn't fall at his feet as soon as they saw him than it was about having some really hot guy pursuing him.
The other reason Brian wasn't interested in finding a trick to take home that night was because he was preoccupied with watching Justin dance with the effeminate waiter who he flirted with at the diner. He didn't like the feeling of jealousy that was beginning to bubble in his belly, but he refused to stop watching. He sort of figured that if Justin left the club with Emmett, he would know that all he had been was just a trick, a means to help him get over the elusive Jonny.
"Hey, gorgeous." A young man with dark hair said to him. Brian glanced over and decided that he would ask the guy to dance. He had no intention of fucking him, but he needed for some reason to be out on the dance floor... where Justin was.
"Let's dance." Brian said shortly, grabbing the front of the guy's shirt and leading him downstairs to the dance floor. When they arrived at the edge of the floor, Brian looked around for the blond head and, upon locating it, led his partner as close to him as possible without seeming conspicuous.
As Brian danced with the guy, he barely even looked at him. He was too busy keeping an eye on Justin and Emmett. They laughed as they danced together and Brian wished that he was the one dancing with Justin.
***
"Ooh, look at him!" Emmett practically shrieked, nodding towards Brian's dance partner. "He's sooooo hot."
Justin looked over and then looked away fast. He hadn't been paying attention, he had assumed Brian wasn't in the club as soon as he saw Michael approach them alone, and was surprised to see the man he had been in bed with less that twenty-four hours earlier only a few feet away.
"Hey, he's dancing with your friend." Emmett announced.
"He's not my friend." Justin grumbled causing Emmett to look at him strangely.
"Isn't that the guy you were at the diner with earlier?"
"Yah. His friend is seeing my friend." Justin considered his statement and revised it. "My friend is fucking his friend is more accurate."
"The blond girl?"
Justin laughed. "No, she's a dyke. She's around here somewhere trying to get her English tutor into bed. No, he's seeing my friend Anthony."
"Oh." Emmett pondered for a moment. "So, you fucked that guy recently." Justin looked up at him shocked. "I could tell. I may look like a brainless little princess, but I'm verrrry perceptive."
"Yah, well, once you spend a little more time around here I'm sure you'll hear about the infamous Brian Kinney. Never fucks the same guy twice." Justin shook his head, angry.
"Ooh, you got it bad for him, darlin'." Emmett stayed silent for another few moments before he spoke again. "From what I could tell, I think he's got it just as bad as you."
"Was it the fact that he ignored me the whole time that tipped you off?" Justin asked sarcastically. "Or the fact that he checked out every guy that walked in the door?"
"Oh, honey, you'd have to be blind not to see that he wanted you. At first I thought he was shy and that's why he was avoiding eye contact, but now that you told me about his little reputation..." Emmett grinned. "Trust me, darlin', there's something else holding him back, but he sure does want you."
Justin decided not to reply to Emmett's statement. What does he know anyways? he thought to himself. As they continued to dance, Justin very consciously avoided looking at Brian. Suddenly, Emmett moved around him and started dancing with Brian's dance partner. Justin looked up and Brian was looking at him intensely.
Feeling uncomfortable, Justin turned and made his way off the dance floor. He didn't know how to react to Brian's stare, so he instead took the easy road and just walked away. He was almost at the edge of the dance floor when he felt someone grab his arm. Assuming it was Brian, he was reluctant to turn. When he did, he was relieved to see Anthony.
"Hey." He said with a forced smile.
"Hey. Me and Michael are taking off." Anthony said with a wicked grin. "When you get home, don't come into my room, alright? I plan on keeping little Mikey busy all night."
"He's not a screamer, is he?" Justin asked with a sneer.
"I'll make sure he keeps it down." Anthony replied with a chuckle. "Find someone to fuck, it'll make you feel better." He said as he walked away. Justin shook his head and continued on his way towards the bar.
***
Brian shook his head and walked off the dance floor feeling like a fool. He wasn't so sure about his taking Daphne's advice and wondered if he should try to make an effort with Justin instead of backing off and waiting for Justin to be "ready". Making a decision, Brian walked over to where Justin stood and took hold of his arm gently. Justin looked startled but quickly hid it and looked at Brian confidently.
"Hey." Brian said feeling nervous but hoping he was hiding it well.
"Hi." Justin replied. "What's up?"
"I was just thinking of getting out of here. Dyke night is always so depressing. Do you need a lift?" Brian wasn't absolutely sure that he was doing the right thing, but he felt like he should do something before his window of opportunity was gone. Justin was the first guy since high school that made him feel more than a hard on, and Brian felt like that was important.
As Justin considered Brian's offer, he was confused. Was Brian offering him a ride because he wanted to fuck? Did he want to fuck only because dyke night caused slim pickings at Babylon? Did he actually want to be with him specifically? Justin decided that he would take the chance and go with Brian... but he would keep his guard up this time.
"Sure." He nodded. Brian looked relieved and Justin felt even more confused.
Other than Justin giving Brian directions, the ride back to his apartment was fairly silent. Every few moments, Justin would sneak peaks over at Justin in an attempt to understand his motivation for offering him the ride. The hadn't touched at all and Justin was wondering if Brian actually did have any intention of the two of them ending up in bed together.
When they arrived at the apartment, Justin turned to look at Brian who was already looked at him intently. "Thanks for the ride, Anthony and Michael took off and I probably would have had to call a cab."
"No problem." Brian replied. He wasn't sure what else to say. "I was going this way anyways." He felt stupid after saying that and felt the urge to slap himself in the head.
"Do you... uhm... Do you wanna come up?" Justin asked. He wasn't sure what possessed him to put himself in the situation to get hurt again, but he did.
"Uhm... No... I have to be up early tomorrow. My parents basically leave me alone if I go to church with my mom once a month and tomorrow is that Sunday." Brian said. He knew that sleeping with Justin again so soon wouldn't get him where he wanted to be with Justin, so he went against his instinct.
Justin looked hurt and Brian felt bad. He wondered what Justin was thinking but decided that thinking like that would make him crazy in the end. He considered saying good night to let the boy know that ride was over, but decided to kiss him first.
When Justin saw Brian leaning in to kiss him, he was surprised. Brian's actions went against everything that he'd heard about the other man and he wasn't sure what to think. He almost pulled back when Brian's lips touched his own, but feeling him so close again felt better than anything so he decided to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
The kiss lasted longer than Brian was intending when he first leaned in and he felt the familiar tightening in his groin that normally would have signaled him to get whoever he was kissing to bed as soon as humanly possible. However, this time, it signaled him to end the kiss. When he pulled away, Justin looked startled.
"Later." Brian said smiling slightly to let the blond know that the kiss was great.
"Later." Justin replied breathlessly as he opened the door and stepped out of the car. As he watched Brian drive away, Justin felt more confused than ever at the mixed signals he was getting from him. Just when you think you have someone figured out, they throw something like that at you, Justin thought as he made his way into the apartment hoping that Anthony and Michael made it to the bedroom and that he didn't find them fucking on the couch.
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