| Part 3 "The stillness is your eyes Convinces me that I I don't know a thing..." |
| Brian looked out on the crowd at Babylon. It had been over two weeks since he had danced with Justin, since any hopes he had about himself and Justin had been dashed. Everything seemed wrong in the bright flashy club. “Hey.” A very good looking guy said pressing himself against Brian’s body. “Fuck off.” Brian spat. He had been saying that a lot in the time since Justin turned him down, he hadn’t had a single trick. He had to admit that he was getting tired of only having relief with his own hand, but no one seemed to compare to his golden boy. “Asshole.” The attractive guy muttered walking away. “Since when does Brian Kinney turn down fucking a guy like that?” Ted, in a snarky tone, asked from a few feet away. “In your world, that guy may be hot, but I’ve had hotter and I plan to have hotter tonight.” Brian said snidely. He was, in truth, completely lying. He had no intention what so ever of taking a trick home that night. “You planning on having Justin?” Ted was sure that he was going to set off Brian’s temper, but he couldn’t help himself. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About?” Brian stared hard into Ted’s eyes. “Well, Justin just walked in with Emmett. I figured that was why you were making yourself available.” Ted grinned as he saw an unfamiliar emotion spread from Brian’s eyes to his entire face. The ad executive turned and sure enough, he saw Justin standing near the entrance, firmly held under Emmett’s arm. Brian couldn’t help the bout of jealousy that rose in his stomach and seemed to burn at his throat, causing a bad taste in his mouth. “Are they fucking now?” Brian asked angrily. “That’s my boyfriend we’re talking about.” Ted reminded Brian of his budding relationship with Emmett. The idea still made Brian want to puke, but it seemed to calm him down as well. “Right.” Brian tuned out Ted as he watched Emmett and Justin move together through the throngs of attractive men on the lower floor. He saw Justin smiling widely at several of the men who greeted him. Again, the bad taste in his mouth appeared. ***** “Em, I thought he wasn’t going to be here tonight!” Justin exclaimed when he saw Brian standing near the upstairs railings. “Michael told me that he was out of town.” Emmett put his hands up in front of him in a “don’t blame me” pose. “What am I going to do now?” Justin looked panicked. “We’re going to dance and drink and have a good time.” Emmett wrapped his arm around Justin once more and they made their way to the dance floor, where Ted soon joined them. “Hi, Teddy!” Emmett leaned over and kissed Ted lightly on the lips. “Hi, you two.” Ted glanced up towards Brian. “Someone’s getting a little jealous.” “Of what?” Justin asked with genuine confusion. “Well, he got really pissed when Emmett had his arm around you. He still has his jaw clenched.” Ted was chuckling, thinking that the entire situation was amusing. “Teddy!” Emmett hissed, jabbing his boyfriend in the ribs. Justin stood staring up at Brian as they danced until they locked eyes. As Justin moved sensually to the music, he kept his eyes on Brian’s. Emmett and Ted, seeing what was going on with the two of them, slowly drifted away from Justin leaving him to continue his mind sex with Brian. After a few songs, Brian broke the eye contact and disappeared from the railing. Justin, disappointed, continued dancing. Moments later, he felt a body pressed against his from behind, hands with long fingers splayed on his chest. “You’re teasing…” Brian, his voice husky with desire, murmured into his former lover’s ear. “I’m just dancing, what are you doing?” Justin asked innocently, still moving to the music, his body still pressed firmly against Brian’s chest. “I’m getting hard.” Brian proved what he said by grabbing Justin’s hips and pulling the younger man against his hardness. “Wow, you sure are.” Justin smiled slyly and continued to dance, not sure why he was so at ease, when only minutes earlier he was nervous just to be in the same club as his former lover. “You ARE teasing me.” Brian leaned forward and lightly nipped at Justin’s ear. Justin reached his hands back and grabbed Brian’s ass, pressing their bodies even closer together. “Do you know what this makes me think of?” “Fucking me?” Justin asked, eyebrow raised. “It makes me think of all those times that I took you in the shower, pressed against the glass.” With the words, Justin felt Brian get even harder against him. “You felt so good pressed against me, both of us wet and slippery.” “Oh, god!” Justin exclaimed, a low moan escaping from his lips. “Now, you’re teasing me.” “I never tease.” Brian turned Justin around and licked a line from the base of his collarbone, up the front of his throat to his lips. “Brian…” Justin whispered, unsure of what was going to happen next, unsure as well of his own ability to be able to stop things before they went too far. “One kiss, Justin,” Brian said as his lips descended on Justin’s, “All I need is one. For now.” Almost before the words were out of his mouth, his lips were pressed to Justin’s, their bodies plastered together from knee to neck. As the song that was playing ended, so did the passionate kiss. Moments later, Brian pulled away and faded into the crowd… It had begun. ***** “So then, he just left!” Justin exclaimed. He, Emmett, and Ted were sitting in the diner drinking coffee the next morning. “I can’t believe it.” Ted shook his head. “Brian Kinney left the club alone, with a hard on, and he didn’t even get turned down.” “I think he’s playing me.” Justin said. Having thought about it until the morning sun splintered through the shades, Justin was sure that Brian was playing a game. What he was trying to figure out was what he had to do to win. “What do you mean?” Emmett asked. “He wants me to want him.” Justin said. “But I’m not sure what he’s going to do about it when he finds out that I do want him.” “Dump you?” Ted asked, earning himself a slap from Emmett. “No.” Justin shook his head. “That’s not how Brian thinks. If it were about hurting me, he wouldn’t have left last night. He would have gotten me excited to the point of no return, fucked me, and then kicked me out.” “Hi, guys.” Michael said as he walked up to the table, roughly shoving Justin further into the booth as he sat down. “Hey Michael!” Everyone said. Emmett, Ted, and Justin all knew better than to continue their conversation, knowing that Michael would run and tell Brian all about it. They all sat and enjoyed their breakfast. Unbeknownst to all four of them, Brian Kinney was looking in the window of the diner watching. “Just wait, Justin Taylor, this is just beginning. And when I get you back, no college boy, or anyone else, will be able to take you away from me ever again.” Brian walked away from the diner with a smile on his face, happily planning the next piece of the puzzle he was designing just for Justin. NEXT |
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