So, we had come to an understanding, or rather, Brian had spoken. The `all powerful' Brian Kinney had spoken. It was to be like this: he was going to continue to be with other men, but it was with me that he wanted to share his bed. I guess that is a huge thing for Brian, considering he tried to push me away for a better part of six months. There was no bargaining at all...take it or leave it. So, of course, I took the offer, I love him. At first, it started out well, he didn't go into the backroom that often, I guess he didn’t want to flaunt it in my face after his declaration. And, to be honest, I wasn't that bothered by it- he seemed to bathe me in attention, always seeming to reassure me that I was the one who had him. The boys couldn't believe that I could just stand by and take the `abuse', as they called it- of course, they don't see the real Brian when it is just the two of us. I know he cares so much for me and I know he loves me.
But with Brian, nothing is easy. I have to respect him for his path. He expects so much from those close to him and despises weak people. I have grown so strong being with and around him. The little things he does for his friends, they don't even acknowledge it, but he would probably deny it if they did. They are so quick to chastise and demonize him, but yet, without him, they each would've had a hard time.
It was Friday, 6 o'clock, and of course, that meant Babylon. I was leaving the diner to go home to shower up and `de-grease'. I have an early class on Friday that is over at noon and after that I head to the diner for my shift. Using the computer that Brian bought me was really helping. My hand had steadied quite a bit more and just the fact that I relaxed and let it happen slowly, worked. As I let myself into the loft, I heard the stereo. I hadn't thought that Brian would be home yet, he usually stays a little later on Fridays, and I heard the shower. I dropped my book bag on the counter and started taking my clothes off as I headed to the bathroom. I would just get into the shower with him I thought and maybe we could make out a little. I just really wanted to touch him and look at him, if all I could do for the rest of my life was look at Brian, I think I would honestly be satisfied.
Brian is truly beautiful all around. His eyes are the most perfect eyes, you can really see right to his soul. They see everything, penetrate to your inner core. The feeling I get when he is hovering over me while we are in bed and his eyes are locked on mine, is indescribable. His long legs that could go on for days, his chest and his beautiful cock. Oh, I could come just thinking about him, which I have many times.
I guess I startled him because when I opened the door, he was touching himself. He looked so amazing standing there with the water running over him and his hand on his cock. The other was bracing himself against the wall. He looked over at me and just stared. I immediately opened the shower door and walked to him. I got down on my knees and threw his hand away and took him into my mouth. He was pretty close before I came in, so I know this won't take long. He just looked down at me and started to moan and lick his lips.
He has told me that no one else can suck cock like I can, and I think that is funny considering my first attempts were less than stellar. He actually stopped me in the middle of it a couple of times and then tried to show me what he liked by taking me instead. At first I was a little embarrassed by it, but he told me that I shouldn’t expect to know how to do it without practice and mentoring. But now, those days are long gone. I have more than made up for it and Brian enjoys the spoils.
As I slowly suck him in and out, my tongue licking up and down, his breathing becomes more ragged and then his legs buckle slightly. His lips are so red and his chest is heaving and becoming crimson with the red patches of heat. He starts to tell me how incredible he feels, that I am the best he has ever had (I take that as a compliment when he tells me, as there have been many, many men before me). When I know he is about to come, I lay my tongue at the slit and wait for him to shoot. He loves that when I do that and I love to feel the warm liquid covering my tongue. As he shoots, I let it lay there and then I slowly start swallowing, like savoring a fine wine. He tastes so good to me, I cannot get enough. I start to take him into my mouth, wanting more of him, pleading with him to give me more. I tell him I want to him to fuck me, make me come, fill me up.
He looks down at me with lust in his eyes. He lifts me up and kisses me, tasting himself and I swear he is instantly hard again. He pushes me against the glass door and starts stroking my cock. There is precum there, from getting so turned on by blowing him. He rubs his finger across the slit and brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it off. It is so erotic watching him, everything he does is so well executed. He reaches up for the lube and a condom and hands it to me.
While he is preparing me, slipping his fingers in and out and around, I am to slip the condom on him. Not an easy task as we are in a confined space. Water is everywhere and he is probing me with his hands. I want to feel him without it and I know he wants it too, but we have to remain safe. Though to feel him inside me without it, I know that has got to be heaven. He tells me sometimes when we are fucking how much he would like to feel me without it, how hot he gets thinking about it...maybe someday.
As he is moving into me, his hips swaying, his hands gripped to my hips, he bites and kisses my shoulders and neck. He loves my neck, he likes to mark me, just like he did that first night. I start to touch myself and moan. When Brian realizes what I’m doing, he pushes my hand out of the way and tells me to let him do it. With the rhythm of him stroking me faster and faster and pushing in and out, I start to shake and shoot.
He keeps rubbing me and getting it all over his hand and whispering to me what he is going to do next. As he’s in the throws of his own orgasm, he brings his hand to his face and starts licking his fingers and moaning. Then he brings his hand to my face and rubs it over my lips. He tells me to have some of what he is having, that he has been starving for it all day. After we’re done, the condom carefully discarded, we start to wash each other and get ready for Babylon.
We walk in, his arm around me, and we head to the bar. Emmett and Ted are there already, scoping out the dance floor. Michael will be coming shortly they say. Since the agreement, or whatever the hell it is, was made, this is about the sixth time we have been to Babylon. I say I want to go up to the second floor so I can see better, Brian says that he’ll be up there in a minute.
I tell him, "No, I’m going up there alone, you stay here or do whatever you want.”
He just looks at me and says, "Are these my walking papers?"
I say, "No, just have fun, catch up with the guys, I’m going to walk around.”
With that said, I turn and walk away. I know he is watching me as I walk away, but he also notices the looks I get when I’m walking up the stairs. Nothing ever goes unnoticed with Brian when it has to do with other men…looking at me. His eyes meet one of the men that has been looking at me, and with that, he walks over to him.
"Do you like what you see?" he says.
The guy, about 6'2, black hair, slightly more muscular than Brian, and hot, looks a little startled at first, then says, "Uh, yes, he is about the sweetest thing inhere tonight, do you know him?"
Well, that was all it took! Brian looked back at Emmett and Ted, stood there for a minute thinking of how he could word it without coming across as jealous and territorial, which he definitely was, said, "Yes, I know him...intimately, as a matter of fact, as he was saying this, the smile drained from the guys face, knowing what he just walked into. But, you aren’t his type, so don't even try it, understand?"
The guy just stares at Brian then, the nerve of him, "Well, what is your type?"
Without hesitation, Brian replies, "You'll do.”
And then he grabs the guy by his shirt and heads to the backroom. As they pass through the chains that are hanging down, separating the main room and the backroom, Brian turns to look up to see if I see him…the coast is clear. But, I saw him alright. I saw the whole exchange from when he first walked up to that guy. Here it goes, this is what I have been preparing myself for since our talk. I was wondering how I would react...
As the guy slowly gets on his knees in front of Brian, Brian isn’t really sure why he let this happen. Not that he doesn't want to get his cock sucked.Hello? It’s Brian Kinney, but how being jealous over someone looking and lusting after Justin, got him back here so quick. When he first walked over to the guy, whatever his name is, it was to let him know that Justin was off the market and belonged to him.
Brian knew that he told Justin that he would continue to be with other men and Justin accepted it, with a few rules tagged on. But he hadn't thought about Justin doing the same thing until that moment. As the guy was giving Brian the blowjob, all he could think about was picturing Justin with another guy. With that in mind, Brian wasn't really in the mood. He wouldn't, would he? He did kiss that guy on the dance floor and wasn't pushing him away. I stopped that all very quick, thank you very much.
When I saw him, I nonchalantly walked down and moved in front of them, and told the guy to "Fuck Off." When the guy just looked at me then back to Justin, I repeated what I said and then
took his arms from around what is mine and pushed him away. I think I made my point clear, which lead us to this whole non-relationship, relationship. He tells me he loves me all the time, he told me that when guys hit on him and bought him drinks, that they wanted to fuck him. Justin told them he was saving himself for me. No, he won’t. Maybe he’ll try and make me jealous. It isn't that hard… but he wants me.
After seeing Brian go through the chains and knowing what’s going to happen, I move to the bar and get myself a beer. Well, when we were negotiating, nothing was said about what I could or couldn’t do, so that got me thinking. I walked over to the rail and looked down at the dance floor. There were some very hot guys there tonight, so I shouldn't have trouble. I saw whom I wanted and walked down and right up to him on the dance floor. He was hot, tall, brown hair, long to his shoulders, tight black tee shirt, leather pants and boots. Oh yeah.
I say, "Hey, want to dance?"
He looks at me then says, “Uh, I don't think so, I’ve seen you before and every time I try to talk to you, some guy cock blocks me."
I say, "What? What are you talking about? I don't remember that." I truly didn't know what this guy was talking about, I had never seen him here before. Well, I promise no one will do it now, so lets just dance.”
Then the guy, who I get his name...Kyle, looks around, for whoever it is he is looking for. When he doesn't see him, takes my hand and we go to the center of the dance floor.
Ted and Emmett have seen this all play out and are knocking their beers together- congratulating Justin on his accomplishment with Kyle. Just waiting for the award winning drama that is soon to play out, when Brian catches wind. Kyle has actually been after Justin for about a month or so, but Justin wouldn't know anything about that.
The first time Kyle tried to approach Justin, Brian saw him from a mile away. They were on the dance floor dancing and Brian saw Kyle walking by and eyeing Justin. Actually Brian couldn't believe it. He thought that practically everyone knew whom Justin belonged to, though he wouldn't acknowledge the gossip or the incredulous looks. Besides, Brian still took whom he wanted, but it had become apparent that Justin wasn't to be touched by anyone but Brian. So, when the dance was over Justin and Brian started walking over to the bar.
Justin stood in between Michael and Ted and Brian was on the end listening to Emmett talk about someone's obvious fashion faux pas. Out of the corner of his eye, Brian saw Kyle walking up and stopped what was going to happen, from happening. Kyle was hot, or as Brian would say, "He is alright."
Brian never said anything overly nice about anyone in the looks department, except to Justin. Brian put a hand on Kyle's chest and stopped him.
Kyle said, "Um, is there something I can help you with?"
And that pissed Brian off even more, not only was this guy going to try and talk to Justin, but he didn't even acknowledge the fact that Brian Kinney, king of Liberty, was in his presence and he wasn't even interested.
As Kyle continued to eye Justin, who was just about 10 feet away from him, oblivious to the whole interaction, as he got caught up in the conversation Michael and Ted were having about the Comics store, he was pissed off that Justin had finally come off the dance floor with this guy and he was trying to make a move, but this guy was obviously, not letting it happen.
Brian responded, "No, but is there something I can help you with?"
Sarcasm dripping and a huge glare told Kyle that it wouldn’t be too wise to try to get through Brian to get to Justin.
With that, Kyle said, "Yes, when you want to unload that boy, just say the word."
And as Kyle walked off, Brian returned to the bar and stood in front of Justin and started pawing and kissing.
He expected Justin to say something about whom he was talking to, but Justin had been unaware, and took advantage of the affection Brian was offering. It had only started a little while ago, these public displays of affection. Michael had caught it though. He never misses anything when Brian is involved.
Michael said, "You won't be able to fend them off forever, you know."
Then Brian just looked at Michael and shook his head in agreement and said, "Gotta protect what’s rightfully mine. Finders Keepers right?"
There had been a couple of more times that Kyle had tried to talk with Justin; they had all been futile attempts. After that incident, Brian had become more aware of what he actually had. And the incident with the random guy Justin had kissed on the dancefloor a couple of weeks ago, only fueled his jealousy.
The last attempt Kyle had made at Justin before this one, happened before Brian had been in the back room getting a blowjob, and saw Kyle standing in front of him. Not twenty minutes ago, Brian had told Kyle to fuck off and stay away from Justin and now he was in the backroom! When Brian and Kyle locked eyes, Kyle just smirked and walked away. Brian knew it would be one of these moments where he wouldn't be able to intercept Kyle. Fuck.
As Brian was buttoning up his jeans from the lousy blowjob he had just had, he just wanted to get back to Justin. Kiss those lips, whisper in his ear, just be near him. The poor guy that Brian
brought back to the room with him, never stood a chance. It seemed like when Brian did steal away to cling to some semblance of his old life, it never really seemed worth it. As he was fucking or being serviced, he would imagine it was Justin that he was with...Why am I doing this? How come I can’t just enjoy this anymore? I used to be a machine...
As Brian came through the chains, Ted, Michael, and Emmett all saw him and Michael ran over to run interference. Brian continued walking towards the stairs to go see Justin. He didn't even
consider that Justin wouldn't be where he said he would- it had only been about 30 minutes.
So, when he got to the second level, he looked around. When he didn't see Justin, he walked over to the rail and looked down. Then he saw them. At first he couldn't believe it, Kyle was there with Justin...his Justin. What the hell did this guy think he was doing? Didn't he tell him, like 4 or 5 times to stay the fuck away? Justin seemed to be enjoying himself and Kyle touching him.
Kyle's arms were around Justin's waist, pulling him closer and rubbing him. Brian didn't like how he was feeling. He’d been jealous in the past over situations like these, but the way that guy
was touching Justin, only Brian was allowed to do it. Only Brian was allowed to illicit those looks from Justin, to make Justin lick his lips…close his eyes in lust. Brian was truly afraid now, if Justin could see what was on the other side, he would leave Brian high and dry. If Justin could know that the men wanted him and coveted what Brian had, Justin wouldn't be so in love with Brian then. Would he?
There was a time, way long ago, that Brian had wished for this moment. Wished Justin would wake up from his fantasy land dream about him and Brian being a couple. It would never happen, Brian doesn't believe in love, not in relationships either. Hell, he wouldn't even do the same guy twice...except Justin. Justin had wormed his way in, deep into where no man has ever gone, before, not even Michael. And as Brian had surrendered time and time again and threw his hands up in defeat, he knew what he was risking. But, he always thought that Justin would want him, love him and want no other.
Now, that seemed as if it was fading fast. What more did Justin want? I know what he wants. I just will not fucking say it. He knows…he just wants verbal confirmation. I’m not willing to do that... not yet. I gave into him a little. I told him how the other guys I’m with do not mean dick. I don't want them in my bed afterwards. I just want them out…they served their purpose. I want to lie with Justin afterwards, wake up with him, just be with him. Actually talk to him. Ive even held him and let him hold me while we sleep…fuck, I actually like it. But if he thinks I’m going to say it to him out of desperation, well, that's not going to happen. If he wants to leave me, he leaves me. But, I know he will come back. Or it will be me…persuading him to come back.
Justin was just dancing, letting Kyle touch him. This isn't so bad, a gorgeous guy that obviously has tried to get to me before is bathing me in attention, funny how that worked out. It’s like
when Brian and I are dancing, he only has eyes for me and his touch to me shows me that. I am sure that it’s Brian who kept him from me. And if he did it with Kyle, then how many more did he stop?
That son of a bitch, he can do it, but won't let me? Well, if he wants it both ways, so do I! We'll see how long he’ll last if I’m playing his game, by his rules no less.
As Justin was letting Kyle grind into him, he felt a pull on his arm, then turned and saw Brian. But, this time, Brian looked really angry and also hurt.
God, he looks like the night I told him that guys were buying me drinks at Woody's and they all wanted to fuck me. His face sunk and he just stood there staring at me. When I told him that I said, ‘No, I’m saving it for him,’ he relaxed. For all his stoic expressions and the pains he goes to, to make it seem like he doesn't give a shit, Brian is one of the most fragile people I have ever met. And when I think back on the times I have caused his face to drain and his brow to furrow, I feel a pang of regret.
When Brian separated Kyle and Justin by literally pulling Justin out of Kyle's grasp, Justin just stood there while Brian looked at Justin, saying so much, but not saying a word. Then his eyes turned to Kyle. Kyle was very arrogant, much like Brian. They could've been cut from the same cloth.
Kyle then said, "Look Kinney, your boy came to me. Maybe all your time being spent in the back room finally wore on the child."
With that remark, Justin glared at Kyle. He didn't like being called a boy or a child, and he didn't need it thrown in his face about Brian's time spent in the backroom.
Kyle smiled, "If I had him, which I think I will, I wouldn't waste my time away from him. Hhe seems to be primo to me.”
Kyle then pulled Justin to him and resumed dancing. Brian couldn't believe it and to add to it, Justin was going along with it. Ted, Emmett and Michael were slowly making their way over to this scene as it was unfolding. They were ready to pull Brian off, if need be, that is the way it was looking.
Michael, walked over to Brian and pulled on his arm, "Hey, let's go get you a beer Brian.”
Brian stood planted looking at Justin. "Is this what you want? I thought we had an understanding."
"Yeah, you could still be with other guys and I’m left to wait for you to come home, right? I’m to wait patiently on the sidelines while you do what you do, but I can't do it too," Justin shot back.
"Do you want that Justin? Because you never said or acted like that is what you wanted? If it is, then what was the point of the understanding?" Brian drilled back to him.
Kyle was listening to each volley and gradually grew tired of this. Grabbing Justin's face, he moved it toward him, "Look, when you are done fighting with your daddy…come find me," and he moved in to kiss Justin.
Brian had about all he was going to take of watching this and said, “Fuck You," and shoved between the two. He didn't even stop to look and see if Justin kissed Kyle, he just walked up the stairs and sat on one of the couches that looked the least disgusting. Of course, Michael was right behind him, getting two beers and then making his way to the couch next to Brian.
"You shouldn't expect so much of him Brian, he’s only 19.”
"I don't need you to remind me how old he is Mikey! I’m aware. Don't you have some comics to jerk off to or some new fucking Sigmund the Seamonster toys to unload?" Brian said, refusing to look at him.
"Look, Justin is. Justin is..." Michael responded.
"You have no idea who Justin is, and you can't explain or speak for him Michael! What, aren't you secretly happy this is happening? Maybe you think this will quicken my path to you? Just leave me alone Michael, I don't need this shit from you right now,” Brian responded, trying to get Michael to leave him alone.
Then Michael was gone, Brian knew he shouldn't have said the last comment, that Michael was the only one who really knew Brian and why he was the way he was, and still loved him. Still, he didn't need Michael to tell him what he already knew. It wouldn't work, Brian couldn't be monogamous, and in a big way he wanted to. Justin was the only one that even made sex enjoyable now, but to have Justin be with other people, he didn't think he could sit by and watch that happen.
Just as he was about to get up and get out of there, Justin came and straddled his lap. Brian just sat there and rolled his eyes, refusing to look at Justin. He couldn't really leave now, as he
was stuck under Justin's weight. They had done it many times that way, in the loft, Justin riding him, Brian pushing into him from underneath.
The look in Justin's eyes, of pure ecstasy with Brian inside him. Running his hands over his nipples, tweaking them, pulling on the nipple ring, Brian loved to suck Justin's nipples and hear him moan, knowing it was him that was the reason. But, back to now, Justin was running his hands up Brian's shirt, feeling his taut muscles and Brian's nipples getting hard with arousal. Justin was telling Brian how beautiful he was, how stupid he was to be jealous. That no one would ever take Brian's place.
Then Brian looked at Justin, "Well, that was quite a show out there, I’ve seen those expressions you were making. I know what you were feeling, and it wasn't because of me. So what is that about no one taking my place?"
Brian had his hands to his side touching his legs, not quite sure what to do with them, they were usually around Justin, touching him, pulling, smoothing, fondling, when they were sitting like this. As if Justin knew what Brian was thinking, he brought Brian's right hand to his lips and gently started to kiss each finger.
He was trying to get Brian to look at him, he knew that Brian enjoyed this...this got him hard, especially when Justin would take his fingers in his mouth and start to suck them in and out. First was his thumb, Justin worked it into his mouth, rubbing it over his tongue, sucking it in and out. Then the next one, slowly, making it wet with his saliva. Then he brought Brian's finger to his chest and rubbed it over his nipple, making it harder than before. Brian was starting to feel a tightness in his crotch, his erection making him uncomfortable. Justin moved Brian's hand underneath his shirt and started to move Brian's hand over his chest, he knew it was getting to Brian. Brian loved to touch Justin, anywhere, but loved to rub his hands over his chest.
Slowly Brian turned to look at Justin, look into his eyes, "Do you want to be with other guys
Justin? Is that what you want? Do you even still want me?"
"Would I be doing this right now, if I didn't want you?" Justin replied.
Brian started again, "You know what I mean. Is this how it is going to be now? Because if it is, I need to know. Maybe we shouldn’t go out together as much...maybe we should go out alone sometimes. That way, neither one of has to see..."
"What? See what?" Justin asked.
"Well, you won't have to see me coming out of the back room or see me with someone else and I won't..."Brian said, looking up to him.
Justin looking down at him responded, "Everything was fine until I decided I would like to try and do what you do. Everyone knows I belong to you Brian! Half of them won't even look at me because of it. So, what, its over now? Just like that? We can try and go out separately, but we can never stay away from each other Brian.”
Justin then moved his hands down to Brian's crotch. Slowly unbuttoning his jeans, he snaked his hand into them and began to rub his throbbing cock. A sharp intake of breath and fluttered eyelids from Brian, Justin knew that eventually it would be okay. Brian couldn't resist Justin, and that is why they are here in the situation they are in now.
As Justin slowly stroked him, Brian's hands came back to Justin's chest on their own, pushing up his shirt, wanting to feel the hot skin underneath. As Brian looked into Justin's eyes, his breathing getting a little ragged, he said, “I don't want you to be with anyone else. I don't want to see some guy touching you, I want to be the one who makes you scream, moan, and cum. I want to be the one who takes you. Feel you inside…touch your beautiful body. I can't stand the thought of someone else inside you, that is my place...I belong there...no one else."
Justin was starting to get hard listening to Brian say these things to him, Brian moved one hand to Justin's lips and started rubbing his thumb over them, as they began to swell. The other hand
moved down to Justin's pants and slipped inside the zipper. He began to knead and tug and stroke Justin's growing cock. Brian was licking his lips now, staring at Justin's lips, watching them turn crimson and swell with his touch. Justin's eyes started to close, the lids heavy with lust.
Brian shook him aware and began again, "You make me comeback, over and over again Justin. I don't know what will happen, and I don't think that things will ever be over with us. You give me too much...too much stimulation. I enjoy having intelligent conversations with you, not having to act excited about some new fucking comic book that is out...not about someone who obviously got dressed in the dark and had the nerve to come out looking like it and not about how the accounting business sucks and being fired because of jerking off at work. You stimulate me, you are so smart, honest, caring, beautiful and talented, in more ways than one,” a quick smirk dripped from his lips as he said it.
Justin was in awe listening to the declaration that Brian made, but also very horny and could tell that Brian was wanting to get off just as much. So, Justin started quickening the pace of his strokes and Brian did the same. They moved closer together as they did it pulling each other tighter to themselves, like a tug of war, with Brian lifting up Justin's shirt and nipping at his chest. He snaked his tongue upwards to get at his neck...he loved that neck.
He started to bite and again leave the marks, marks that were for all to see, who hadn't seen them yet, or had the audacity to ignore the signs and warnings. He moved his mouth to Justin's and pushed his lips open with his tongue, tasting Justin, wanting to consume him. With Justin's strokes on his cock becoming torture, Brian began to moan.
Suddenly aware of their surroundings after someone spilled a drink and it crashed to the floor, they both kinda smiled and leaned their foreheads together.
"Still like sex in public places?" Justin said.
Brian just looked at him and his tongue went to the side of his mouth as he surveyed the immediate area around them. Thinking that it was all clear, Brian leaned into Justin again, wanting those lips, wanting that taste of Justin. Justin resumed his need to feel Brian and continued stroking his cock. As the precum was leaking on both of them, Justin rubbed his finger over the slit and brought his fingers to his lips, "Mmmm, so good.”
Watching Justin do that...reacting to Brian's juices, makes Brian more aggressive, he gets so turned on by watching Justin enjoy tasting him and begging to be given more. Brian starts to moan into the kisses and grunts from frustration, not being able to get into Justin completely. To not be able to rip his clothes off and mount him on this couch right now, is pure torture.
With Justin whispering how he wants Brian to fuck him...right now and how he wants to feel him thrusting in and out and pushing harder and harder, Brian is about to explode. Justin is so close as
well. Just the taste of Brian sets him off. Hell, just the smell of Brian will do it. He has come so many times by just kissing him.
That's it. They both can't stand it any longer. Justin is coming now and Brian is coming too. They both are bucking up and down and are trying not to be so obvious- knowing the looks they will get when they get up. With so much cum between the two, as it has shot on both of them, from their shirts to their stomachs, Justin reaches for some napkins on the table that is next to them. Gently patting off Brian's stomach and then himself, Brian is buttoning up his jeans then zips Justin back up.
"So, where do we go from here?" Justin asks.
Brian leans in to kiss those lips again and then looks into his eyes, "I have no idea, but when we get lost, we can always do that again."
A quick smile and then Justin rolls his eyes- Brian knows they are back to seriousness. Sex and affection has always been the way they have smoothed things over between them to solve an argument, but it has been the sex and affection with other people that has caused it...ironic.
"Well, I have said my peace Justin, I don't want you with other men, so, I have no idea where that leaves us. But, at the same time, we are going to continue to have this argument, I know. We
can try to go out separately. I do not always fuck someone when I am out, you do know that don't you? It doesn't happen all the time... less and less actually."
"Well, I don't want to see or know about you with other people either Brian. So, do we agree to disagree? But it isn't fair you keeping the guys from me. Let me make my own decisions, you know I love you."
"Yeah, you made your own decision tonight and look where that got us,” Brian chimed in.
"All I am saying is, everyone knows I belong to you, and I do. But you have to treat me like an equal, not some little kid who can't make a decision," Justin replied.
Looking to him, Brian replied, "What I don't see can't hurt me right? I mean, I don't want to see it Justin, but I am not going to end it over this, it is stupid. You know how I feel about you. I don't feel that way about anyone else. It is you I want...well...you know. But, I will not let someone come and try to take you right in front of me. That is not going to happen."
"Right, I guess that this is the first hurdle. Let's just go home now and continue making up. I want you to do to me what we couldn't do here," Justin smiled at him.
"Okay, so that is the end of it for now, right? Let's go,” Brian said, wanting to finish this discussion.
Justin lifted up off of Brian and then Brian got to his feet. There were a few looks from the gallery, apparently word traveled fast.
When they started coming down the stairs Emmett, was clapping, Ted was raising a beer. Michael just gave Brian a quick smile. Brian reached over to Michael, "I didn't mean it Mikey, I know you were just trying to help.” All was right between them.
And as they walked out, they passed Kyle who was expecting some sort of acknowledgment to say the least, from Justin. But Justin continued walking to the coatroom, ignoring Kyle, not wanting to anger Brian.
As he passed Kyle, Brian looked over to him and said, "Um, Kyle right? I just wanted to let you know, I’m going home to unload him right now. In my mouth.”
Kyle replied, "You better keep him close, wouldn't want him to be tempted again."
Brian then told him firmly, "In case there was doubt before, which I can't fathom how there would be. Seeing as I told you, what 4 or 5 times? He’s mine. He belongs to me. Don't make me tell you again,” and then slapped Kyle on his cheek.
And with the devilish Brian Kinney smirk, he turned, grabbed Justin who was rolling his eyes, at the coat check and proceeded down the steps of Babylon finish what they had started.