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The Game (a take on Dangerous Liaisons and Cruel Intentions) Copyright Disclaimer: As this fic plot is based upon Dangerous Liaisons and Cruel Intentions, there will be instances where direct wording is lifted and/or expounded upon. Michael Novotny looked over the skyline from his 36th floor penthouse. The city of Pittsburgh was alive at last, all of the thousands of citizens milling around enjoying an evening on the town, shopping, dining, carousing with loved ones- getting out of the house to enjoy the Indian Summer bestowed upon Pennsylvania. Alone he sat, drinking and waiting. He was expecting visitors shortly…and this visit was one he’d been planning, others would call scheming, for days. Danelle Honeycutt and her son Emmett were coming by. And so was Brian Kinney. This had been well thought out in Michael’s mind. The hilariously innocent Emmett it seemed had enraptured Ben Bruckner, Michael’s ex lover. When Michael caught wind of Ben’s interest in Emmett he was angered. Emmett was younger than he…smarter than he… albeit lacking common sense…but more importantly, virtuous and innocent. Something Michael Novotny had not been for many, many years. Ben had left Michael a year or so ago, having taken fancy to someone completely opposite of Michael. More than a broken heart flayed him open…it was the direct hit to his pride and family’s social standing. Waiting for Ben to come back, maybe getting the fling out of his system. Michael was only further incensed to see that Ben had moved on to Emmett. After having resigned himself about it, Michael took on a slew of lovers to hide the pain in his heart and the embarrassment of being left by his lover. Through the years, Michael had gained quite a reputation and it was his reputation that pushed Ben from him. Only one other man could challenge his reputation and ability between the sheets and that was the infamous Brian Kinney. Michael and Brian had known each other almost their whole lives, in and out between childhood and step fathers and step mothers, to college and on into the business world. Having met in boarding school at age 14, Michael had suddenly appeared on the scene with his mother and new stepfather. Brian knew nothing of Michael’s past and the fact that no information was ever offered intrigued him but he found out soon enough. Now that they were in their late twenties, Michael and Brian both settled in their affairs and were somewhat of compatriots in the arts. The arts of seduction, lust and revenge. Brian Kinney grew up in Pittsburgh, son of Joan and Jack Kinney, relatives to the Kinneys of New York- steel barons. After the crash of 1929, Augustus Kinney made his family’s fortune through the steel mills, rivaling only the Duponts. Between his families homes in New York, Boston, Pittsburgh and Paris, Brian shuffled through his young adulthood into his twenties, bohemian and ruthless. Roaming about and graduating from Yale with a Masters in Business Administration coupled with a Marketing degree from U of PA. He came home to PA after his mother died to help run the business with his father. After a falling out with his father, he left Kinney Steel going back to school. After getting his MBA he opened his own firm, Kinnetik, in downtown Pittsburgh. And like everything the Kinneys touched, Kinnetik was known worldwide as a pot of gold, backed by the genius, creative master known as Brian Kinney. As a lucrative side project he dabbled in buying up resorts and hotels all over the world competing with his father. Setting out to best his father who was also well renowned in the hotelier business was a personal vendetta of sorts that drove him on. Money and reputation: this was what the business world cared about, but the rest of the world, those among the homesteads the Kinneys lived amongst, Brian was known as a master of another sorts. A slight embarrassment to his family’s old school values but he was family nonetheless. Some would call him a lothario, others, a slut. Too many men and women fell under his charms, as he could be extremely charming and seductive, and for their glaring naiveté, had their hearts flayed open by Brian. He was gay, his family knew it, everyone knew it…not one man had been left untouched by Brian in the gay community of Pittsburgh it seemed. So it was often that he took off for parts unknown, pillaging and conquering bodies and hearts. But now he was back in Pittsburgh, running the US hub of Kinnetik, and visiting old haunts as well as friends. Upon hearing of his return, Michael summoned him for an evening of 'catching up' amongst old friends. Hitting the baths before the visit to Michael’s, Brian was pumped up. The dank, sweaty smell of sex permeated his self…fucking the maitre’d last night hadn’t quelled his hunger. He was on the prowl. Taking the two blond boys into the room he watched while they kissed and fondled each other, following every command Brian gave, which were many. Their young, lean bodies pressed together with their soft, sometimes loud moans, set the ambiance. Then he instructed them to take him on, getting it started. At the end, he was the back end of the blond boy train, almost passing out from exertion. Almost. He’d missed his old stomping grounds of Pittsburgh. Paris had been fun and instituting the power of his family’s wealth and creative genius, the Parisian branch of Kinnetik was operating forcefully as well as pulling in major money and respect. But nothing compared to the swarthy, dark, nastiness of the mill and steel town of Pittsburgh. His reputation gained him entry to any club as well as any body. All wanted to be taken by the great Brian Kinney, some had delusions of grandeur, being taken on as some sort of consort to him, boyfriend or partner, even deeming to go back for seconds, but they were always mistaken. So Brian was back once again. His aunt, Mary Kinney, had sent an invitation to the country house for a visit, wanting to catch up with her favorite nephew. It was also known that a certain budding artist, Justin Taylor, who lit the art world on fire, was staying with Brian’s aunt, taking a holiday and doing some sitting portraits of Mary and her brood. Mary Kinney wanted some paintings done by the newfound genius and had contacted her old friend Jennifer Taylor to extend the invitation. Justin’s longtime boyfriend Ethan Gold, world famous violinist, was touring Europe at the time, so Justin jumped at the chance to stay with the opulent, devastatingly rich Kinneys while he also had business in Pittsburgh. “Come Brian, come visit your favorite aunt,” she’d said. Brian, of course, jumped at the opportunity because of the artist ingénue as well as his *entitlement* to much, if not all, of dear Aunt Mary's wealth upon death. 'Certain duties must be followed for the good of family. And, the family's money', his parents had instilled in him. Tomorrow he’d drive out, do what he’d set out to do. He’d charm, hug and compliment Aunt Mary enough to secure his position until the next brief visit came about. And then, then he would ravish the brilliant little artiste with such famously chaste virtues he’d read about. All the interviews done with the budding master concluded with his idealistic, innocent and virtuous morals. Yes, Brian would break the cherubic boy of all he held high in importance- for Justin Taylor was a beauty, everyone knew it as well. Exquisite Botticelli-like features coupled with an ass for days. Priorities were in place. Michael, back at his window, stewed with his machinations. Emmett must be taken down a peg or two. His goal in life was to become a fashion designer for Christ sakes! What would Ben Bruckner, an astoundingly intelligent and worldly college professor, author of many books, leading speaker around academia, want with a two bit D&G wannabe? It fluxomed Michael, to say the least. Emmett was bumbling in Michael’s view. Some would say bumbling, but Michael preferred stupid. He often thought that Emmett’s innocence was a put on but came to know that it was real…the young man was clueless. Emmett really was just a sweet, sheltered young man who might have bitten off more than he could chew. As he enticed Ben Bruckner he unknowingly incensed the wrath of Michael Novotny. And with it came the sheer disappointment of his mother. His mother, Deborah Novotny, was so entranced with Professor Bruckner. She implored her son to do whatever it took to bring him back and in turn, bring the Novotnys back in high standing. Entranced more so of the fact that the handsome man was educated, published, highly polished and quite a catch. Not to mention the high moral values and most importantly, connections in the society that she very much wanted acceptance in. Yes, Ben Bruckner was a fine suit for her only son…one that could meld him and make of him what she wanted. In her eyes, the ever wayward Michael was a budding entrepreneur with fledging connections as well as connections that were less than desirable. But with Ben, all would be well and he would be rid of the less desirables for good. It was so very difficult to break into the fold of money and glamour here in Pittsburgh; Deborah had tried for years and much to her dismay, she’d been shunned as of late. She got a taste, being invited to the swank, extremely exclusive swarays but as soon as Benjamin dropped her son, she was again locked out. Michael’s nefarious dealings in the boardrooms and bedrooms as well as his offensive friendship with Brian Kinney had begun to seal their fate she assumed. Deborah always thought that Brian had been a bad influence on her only son as well as the proverbial thorn in her side. She saw Ben as their one chance to make friends and connections. They’d see Ben and Michael together again and their preconceived notions of the Novotny’s would be gone in a matter of a whisper across a crowded room full of Pittsburgh’s finest. Surely the old adage of being judged by the company you keep can be changed as quickly as the company. Michael must reunite with Ben; it was her only chance. Their last conversation just this evening detailed her latest plan. There would be a charity auction next month at one of Pittsburgh’s finest galleries and Deborah had carefully constructed her reentry. Great works of art mixed in with new up and comings to fill the great rooms of art lovers. Ben should be in attendance with Michael come hell or high water. “Don’t fuck this up again Michael!” she’d said. He didn’t intend to. Little scared Michael Novotny in this world outside of his mother’s wrath. As his butler announced his guests’ arrival, Michael called for them to the study. Drinks passed around, the trio talked lightly about the world today. Michael was biding his time, waiting for Brian’s arrival. Emmett had not succumbed to the charm of Brian Kinney, having been away practically his whole life in European boarding schools. Emmett would be taken with the beautiful man and Brian, sensing an opportunity for fresh meat, would be game right away. All good things come to those who wait, Michael once told Brian, but then Brian countered back asking, “When have I ever had to fucking wait on anything? Dick literally falls at my mouth.” Michael, of course couldn’t disagree. Watching Emmett prance around, Michael could see how Ben could be taken with him. He was very good looking, such an outgoing presence, with a tall, lean body. But, there was nothing upstairs it seemed. Not a light on in the whole place. In other words, a very dim bulb. All those years of shelter just blocked the realities of life right away from Emmett and his mother was extremely glad. Emmett would go to Professor Bruckner untouched, but she wanted Michael to school Emmett on all things manly. 'Help to acclimate the man back to life here in Pittsburgh', she'd said. Show him how to carry himself, talk to others and be mannerly and such. She had no idea of the rakish behavior that Michael exhibited behind the closed doors of Pittsburgh society. If she did, she’d surely have run as far away from Michael Novotny as she could, shielding her young Emmett from the improprieties of what was to come. And be as shocked as one could be, knowing that Michael enlisted Brian Kinney, of all people, into his wicked plan. Danelle was taken aback when the servant called out Brian Kinney’s arrival. “You know Brian Kinney? You take him as a visitor?” “Of course. Brian and I go way back.” “Well, I can’t believe it. It's preposterous...once it gets out you'll be ruined. Does your mother know of your association, Michael?” "Mrs. Honeycutt, Danelle...it's out. Surely your 'glass to the door' technique is getting rusty? I assure you, Brian Kinney isn't what you make him out to be." “He's such a rogue that his own family wants nothing to do with him!” “Danelle, you can’t believe everything you hear darling. You yourself know how little things get made into bigger, ludicrous things inside our, shall I say, incestuously close circle.” Stricken, Danelle quieted herself while Emmett sat idly by unawares. As Brian entered, Emmett, who was playing a song on the piano, looked up and his hands froze. In walked the most amazing looking man he’d ever seen. Sure, he seen many beauties in Europe but they all lacked something or other. Ben was all he’d ever wanted, all rolled into one nicely taut package. But, this man…fascinated him to say the least. “Mrs. Honeycutt,” Brian addressed Danelle, kissing her hand. Blushing she replied “Mr. Kinney.” “Please, it's Brian. All my friends call me Brian.” Crimson stain rose up her neck, causing the blush to deepen. Coyishly laughing, “Brian. I’d like you to meet my son, Emmett.” She turned, extending her hand to Emmett, who sat stark still, eyes bulging, at the piano. Frozen. When Emmett didn’t rise, Danelle called to him again, her tone freeing him. “Emmett! Say hello to Mr. Kinney.” Rising from the pedestal chair, Emmett tried to saunter over, tripping on the thick Persian rug. Gathering himself, he shook his head at the crinkle of laughter apparent in Brian’s eyes. Almost toe-to-toe, almost the same height, Emmett extended his hand. “Mr. Kinney.” Grabbing hold of Emmett’s hand, Brian felt the softness in his skin, holding his hand firmly, “Brian.” Smiling, coyishly looking away just as his mother had done, “Okay, Brian.” Rolling his eyes, Michael cleared his throat to get the others attention. “Well, shall we?” He asked, directing them to the dining room. Over dinner, Brian regaled Danelle and Emmett with tales of Paris. Michael sat, in rapt fascination as always, watching how everyone cowed to the great Brian Kinney. Enraptured with his eyes, his body, his manner of being. No matter what they’d heard, what they’d seen…all seemed forgotten when Brian worked them. It was a gift he always said, laughingly. "They see me or hear about me...crave to learn the latest gossip about who all I've debauched. If it was so fucking pathetic it'd be hilarious! Fuck all that high society, hush-hush bullshit. I could have them on their knees begging to suck me off in seconds. They’d give a goddamn kidney to be *the* one with me. On all fours or legs spread wide, it doesn’t matter. They’re all the same, Mikey. Getting the pounding of their life and loving it.” After dinner, drinks were once again in the study. Brian watched with interest how Emmett couldn’t keep his eyes off of him and neither could the uptight Mrs. Honeycutt. While this was exactly what Michael wanted, he grew more and more infuriated by the second. It was no secret that Michael and Brian had never, ever been together…at least all the way. Sure, they’d have drunken tumbles every once in a while, but Michael and Brian both held themselves apart. Michael carried a bright torch for Brian Kinney. He was everything Michael wanted to be. His sexual prowess was well known, expected and wanted, all over. Brian toyed with him for the most part…they were friends above all else and Brian’s credo, one of his many, was to never fuck a friend. Didn’t say anything about having a friend blow him or rim him, or even giving the friend the occasional reciprocal action, but…no fucking. And that was that. So, while Michael wanted Brian to enchant Emmett, it still angered him. The evening drawing to a close, Mrs. Honeycutt and Emmett made their way to the door, saying their goodbyes. Brian whispered something into Emmett’s ear and the young man blushed, almost knocking a vase off the table he was leaning against. “Michael, you must give your mother Deborah my regards. I hear she's chairing next month’s charity event." Rolling her eyes, "Possibly, she’s even outdone herself, is what I've heard.” “I will Danelle. She always looks forward to it.” Bidding adieu, the Honeycutts left. Brian and Michael went to the living room to resume drinking. “So?” “So?” “You know what I want.” “You can’t have me Michael.” “Not me, you conceited prick. Emmett.” Wickedly smiling with a laugh, “What do you have against the sweet yet incredibly inept Emmett Honeycutt? Let me see…oh, I know. I think I remember reading a few rags going on and on about how Ben left you and became goo goo over one Mr. E. Honeycutt. They do photograph well together might I add.” "Like most intellectuals, Ben's intensely stupid." Laughing. “Fuck off Brian.” “Isn’t it time you got over that Michael? Jesus, it’s been a year.” “When Ben left me for Todd, I could deal. But, not this…this Emmett creature, he's appalling! Can you believe him?” “Ah, he’s alright. He’s just young Michael.” “Well, he’s not getting Ben. Ben, in his newfound Zenness, wants a virgin. Someone who’ll take him into old age or some shit.” Squaring his jaw, “So, what do you want me to do?” “What you do best.” “And that is?" Prodding, "Yes, I want you to say it.” “Fuck him Brian. Use him up. Destroy him.” “No.” “No?” “It's too easy. It is. He's seen nothing, he knows nothing. Bound to be curious as well. He'd be on his back before I unwrapped the first box of condoms. Anyone of a dozen men could manage it. I have my reputation to think of." “You owe me.” Laughing. “And what do I owe you?” “Remember that piece of land in Tahiti you stole out from under me?” “Oh, you mean the five star resort that I have in Tahiti?” “Fuck you- you undercut me on that deal. My mother had her heart set on it…she counted on it as her break.” “Business is business, Mikey. I don’t fuck around with business. And well your mother, she’s not cut out for the likes of Tahiti or any kind of swimwear, if I may so bluntly.” “Consider this business. It’s your second line of work, is it not?” "And what of your reputation Michael? We shan't let the good, fine upstanding members of the society class of Pittsburgh hear about all this. You'd be ruined would you not? All your 'upper crust' cravings would be for naught. And then you'd be in the gutter with wittle old me. Perish the thought." "Old?" "You know what I mean. How you’ve managed to fool them all is beyond me." "Nevertheless, I can't be touched. Who'd believe it? Danelle Honeycutt was hilariously appalled when I told her of your arrival." Getting up from the sofa, drink in hand, Michael stood in front of Brian exclaiming, "I'm the enchanting, innocent up and coming Michael Novotny. The angel to your Lucifer." "So they think...And what would you do if you lost all of that?" "Lose? I don't intend to lose. Ever" "Well neither do I. Never have and never will." "Ah, so you're interested. This is the Brian Kinney I know and loathe." "You love me and you know it." Faltering a bit "So, back to the matter at hand." Rising to refill his drink Brian considered the proposal, deciding that his hands were full at the moment. “I’m really too busy nowadays anyway, what with Kinnetik being worldwide now. Plus, I’ve got to go visit my aunt this weekend. Tomorrow actually and then I'll be unavailable for a few days." “You already nailed the inheritance. Why keep up the pretense?” “You never fuck around with money Michael. That’s why you suck at business and that’s why you lost that deal. You’re never willing to follow through until the end to seal the deal. I can't believe you've made it this far. Well, considering the dim bulbs you surround yourself with I should reconsider. Maybe that’s what happened with Ben…” Grimacing, but unwilling to let his friend best him at this game, “Okay then, afterwards. Next week sometime… I can set it all up.” Tongue in cheek, “Like I said, I’ll be busy for a little while.” “Doing what?” “Ah, a little bit of this and them as always." Laughing, "Ever heard of Justin Taylor?” “The artist?” “Yep” Grimace firmly replaced with unbridled laughter. “You mean the artist who holds his virginity and morals above all else? Spouts that ludicrous manifesto of his? Jesus, I can't even try to enjoy artwork these days without all the biographical bullshit attached. And his whimsical spouting makes me want to puke.” “That’d be the one.” “Didn’t I read somewhere that he has a boyfriend or something? Some musician, I think ?” “Oh yes, the great Ethan Gold, violinist to the Gods. Makes me want to puke actually. I fucking hate violin music. Sounds like someone strangling cats.” “And how do you think you’re going to work this little project of yours? What’s the deal, why him?” “It’ll be my most challenging, yet promising deal to date. The excitement of watching him betray everything and everyone he holds dear, all that is important to him. I’ll be famous, don’t you think?” "You're crazy." "Oh yes. You see I have no intention of breaking down his prejudices. I want him to continue believing in God, virtue, all that 'sanctity of partnerships' shit and still not be able to stop his self. I want the excitement of watching him betray everything that is most important to him. All of it. To crumble before his big, bewildered baby blues. Surely you understand that, Michael. I thought betrayal was your favorite word." "No, it's 'cruelty.' I always thought that had a more noble ring to it." Shrug. "Whatever." “You’re already infamous Brian. But, it seems kind of like a long shot don’t you think? I mean, he’s 21 and he’s still a virgin. He’s lasted this long.” ”But, he hasn’t met me yet. And when it's all over, he'll wish he never have.” “You may have met your match on this one Brian. Plus, he’s got a boyfriend.” “The boyfriend is away and young little Justin is staying with my aunt for the summer relaxing and preparing some of his works for your mother’s charity auction it would seem. It’s perfect. I’ll have him and then I'll break his naive little heart. You watch and learn Michael. Watch and learn.” “Alright. We’re done.” Smirking, “How is your mother by the way? Give her my love, will you?” “Hardly. She’d smack me if she knew I was even talking with you.” “Good old Debbie…never fails to show her love. What was this about her organizing the charity?” “Yes, it’s very heartfelt. Anyways, the charity is for sick children.” “Sick children? Now she’s praying on the pocketbooks and conscience to get her little spot amongst the top feeders?” “It’s her latest obsession. She feels that she’ll get the respect she ‘finally’ deserves inside the inner sanctum.” “Such the up and comer Debbie has become.” As the door shut behind Brian, Michael drained his glass whispering to himself, “Yes, she’s got it all planned out much like I do.” The next day, on the drive to his aunt’s estate, Brian brushed up on his art. After finding out what artists Justin Taylor admired and what styles he loved, Brian brushed up on Justin Taylor 101 as well. The boy was 21, attended PIFA for three years but dropped out his senior year to live in Rome to be amongst the ghosts of the masters themselves. Setting himself up in Florence, Justin worked a day job at the Accademia Gallery while painting and sketching during the night. With his love for the human form, Justin lucked out when one of the many curators dabbled in sculpture and was willing to take the young boy under his wing. Immersing himself in the arts, Justin was free to do as he pleased, bankrolled by his mother. Jennifer Thibodeaux had married Craig Taylor, both old money families from New Orleans. This branch of the Taylors had taken up residency in Pittsburgh after marriage and set themselves among the society mavens there. Perfect house, perfect wife and husband along with two perfect children. That is, until Justin Taylor came out to his family. Craig’s abhorrent treatment of Justin gave way to a long drawn out divorce, much to the public’s dismay. And when Justin wanted to whisk away from all the turmoil, Jennifer obliged her son’s request. Justin had become a sort of phenome in the art world recently. Having had three sold out showings in the galleries around Pittsburgh and two in New York, his ticket was written. Following in the footsteps of his idols, Justin rocked the art world all at the very young age of 19. So, dropping out of PIFA two years ago was no big deal in his eyes. He’d been in Florence a year when he met Ethan, the love of his life, the young man, who captured Justin’s heart with his pretty words and sweet music. The distance had been tough on them, what with Ethan’s constant touring and Justin longed to visit home. So it was with great excitement that he took the first flight out when Jennifer called him, alerting him to the request of his presence at the grand Kinney estate. Justin knew all about the Kinney family. You couldn’t not know about them as much as they were in the papers. If it wasn’t acquisitions it was the Forbes listings. Even the carousing of Brian Kinney made it to society pages in Italy. Oh yes, Justin knew who Brian Kinney was. Hard to be a gay man from Pennsylvania and not know who the God was. True, he did have a face of something heavenly created and a body to follow it up with. That man was beautiful and knew it. Therein lay the problem. It was the reputation that made the blond hairs on the back of his fine young neck stand up. A slut, an asshole, user, heartbreaker, many unkind words to say the least, words when looked up could have Brian Kinney’s portrait next to them in the dictionary. As much as Justin was curious and frightened of the man at the same time, point is, he was still very curious. Thank God he was far away from all that in Italy. It had been tough enough on him to stay virtuous all this time. Luckily he had Ethan. Ethan loved and respected him. Waited for him but also tempted him. Bowed and accepted his will and ideals to save his virginity until he was ready. Ready to have someone be at his side and love him as well as make love to him. He’d seen all the boys in college and in Europe, giving themselves away; losing their self respect, not caring who they were with, when they were with them or even if they were ever with them again. He’d been brought up in a moralistic house. Taught to love and respect his self. Yes, some, okay many, called him a prude and more than once he’d literally had to fight someone off that wouldn’t take no for an answer. But he held onto these morals because he knew, in the end, it would pay off. If someone was willing to wait for him, wait for him to give himself, then that person would and could truly understand him. And love him unconditionally. So it was with great shock that Justin was introduced to Mary Kinney’s sweet, dear nephew Brian Kinney as he sauntered up to the table. His lifelong friend Lindsey had warned him immediately about Brian. More so, than what he’d read and heard, Lindsey told him to stay away…completely far, far away from Brian. It behooved him, if he knew what was good for him. The man of his nightmares, Brian, held out his hand to Justin, smiling as they were introduced, acting perfectly behaved and very un-nightmarishly. Sitting down across from him, Brian reached out, drawing a croissant to his plate. Waving off the bacon and waffles offered, he asked for coffee, black and strong. Surely this wasn’t the same man that Justin heard and read about. Yes, he was insanely gorgeous…but he was nice. Actually seemed pleasant and this was most distressing. Almost shy, if you really want to know. The polite way he had with Mrs. Kinney, his soft laugh, crinkling eyes. The way he seemed slightly disinterested in Justin had the boy rethinking what he’d thought. When Mary asked Brian if he’d like to take a ride out on the property with her and Justin mid afternoon, Brian politely declined, saying he would be going to see the Rodin exhibit at the Philly Museum of Art. "Maybe another time?" Dumbfounded, Justin walked off in a daze, to prepare himself into riding clothes. Rodin was a favorite of Justin’s and he hadn’t even known that the showing was here. If only, no. No, he was going riding and besides, Mr. Kinney hadn’t extended the invitation. Walking back to his room, Brian could barely contain his laughter at so easily rankling the young man. Taking in young, hot Justin Taylor at breakfast this morning had been refreshing. The boy was obviously shy, or maybe just shy around Brian. Brian had been polite to him, very polite. It made Brian almost want to gag he’d been so, so nice to the dear boy. So, the guise of catching the Rodin exhibit had engendered the response he’d been looking for. Looking deeply into his plate of waffles, the boy’s head shot up so quick at the mention that Brian was sure he’d have whiplash. Check one for Brian on his investigative skills. Laughing, remembering the almost wistful look on the boy’s face when Brian waved goodbye, he shed his clothes and showered. While the water ran hotly over his taut body, Brian also remembered those lips, as they pursed upon their introduction. Those lips that opened, showing pearly white teeth as copious amounts of bacon were shoveled inside that luscious mouth. Yeah, that mouth. Mm. Stroking himself, Brian braced one hand against the marble, the other drawing out his long, hard cock. Head back, mouth open, as those lips moved in his mind, so did Brian’s fingers. Harder. Pulling harder still. Those eyes. Blue as the sea, eyelashes long and blonde that batted when the nervous boy glanced anywhere but at Brian. Yeah, those eyes…looking at him. Mm, yeah. Uh. And most importantly, that ass. That ass that was firm and snug inside the boys jeans as he rose to walk away, getting changed. That ass that was made for dick. Brian’s dick. Tight…never touched. Never broken. Begging for Brian’s long, hard, always ready cock. Slamming. Jesus. Sliding hot. So tight…so slick and soft. Yeah. Mm Mmm. Oh, God. Fucking Christ! Breath hard and ragged, Brian’s hand shook, falling to his side. Looking down to his belly and the black marble, his cum slowly rolled down the wall to the drain. Drawing a finger to his belly swiping a smidgen away, Brian brought it to his lips imagining for a brief moment it was Justin’s. While Justin and Mary rode the property, Brian drove into Philly, running into the museum gathering some pamphlets and a Rodin poster. Tossing them in the backseat of his BMW convertible he hit the Philly baths. First he’d get his kicks and more and then he’d bring the boy the poster just for more kicks. Reminding himself to peruse the pamphlet so he’d have occasion to talk with the boy at evening dinner. Michael meanwhile was back in Pittsburgh, eating lunch with Emmett. Danelle had asked Michael to show Emmett around town, introduce him to some people and maybe encourage some life into the boy. She was pleading with Michael to help bring Emmett into the fold of their world. Michael graciously agreed on the phone but undeniably was at his wits end. Picking up his phone, he dialed. “It’s me. Look, care to make it more interesting? So as not to be one who never follows through, I’ve made the game more interesting. Something that you’d be very interested in. Call me.” So Brian wanted to act like he wasn’t interested, huh? Well, Michael had a tip on a very lucrative deal coming soon. Could be a nice extension to the resort Brian had in Tahiti, the one that should have been Michael’s in the first place, or it could be the one thing that would make Michael on equal footing in Forbes next year. Brian would call back. Somewhere, late at night in Europe, a touring violinist was making a call to Justin. Hearing the voicemail, Ethan wished Justin a beautiful day, telling he loved him and that he was sorry he was unable to hear his voice. They’d talk soon he hoped. Hanging up, Ethan reached over, turning out his bedside lamp. Calling into the darkness and figure next to him, “Now, that’s all done. Come here, baby.” Coming back to his car, Brian turned his phone back on. Listening to his messages, he laughed upon hearing Michael’s. What the hell. Calling his old friend back, Brian listened intently while he drove. “Primo. Big enough for a four tower hotel. Large grounds for horses, tennis, whatever the fuck.” “Where is it?” “Turks and Caicos.” “Are you shitting me? Why have I not heard about this before? Are you plugging up the holes now Mikey?” “No, the hotel chain there is falling under do to bad investments. It’s up for grabs and I’ve already got a bid. And your father is quite interested in this property as well.” “I'm sure that old bastard is. What’s the catch?” “You do this for me and I’ll let you undercut me. Again.” “What do I have to do for you?” “What I asked you to.” “All that land just for some dick? Seriously, what’s with you Michael?” “I want him gone Brian. And you’re the only one that could do this.” "Why? Tell me why. And I want the real reason Michael. Convince me." "It's okay for guys like you and Ben to fuck everyone but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Emmett. I've had it!" “I’m glad that you’ve so much faith in me but really, it’s too easy. It won’t even be fun and you know how I love the fun of it Michael.” “Just do it. It’s virgin dick and I know how you like virgin dick. Dick of any kind. Speaking of…” “None of your business” “Since when? Oh my God, has the great Brian Kinney gone soft?” “Fuck you Michael. Show me the plans on Monday.” "Great.” “Michael, do you really believe that you’re gonna get Ben back after this?” “Why wouldn’t I? He’d be so ashamed and come running back. It’s perfect.” “Yeah, just like he ran back after he and Todd. Right?” “He will, Brian.” “Whatever. Arrange a meeting or dinner or something, I give a shit. I’ll be there. Make sure Emmett is too.” “I knew you’d come through." Rolling his eyes, Brian snapped his phone shut. Seeing his exit, he reached back for the pamphlet and his folder on Justin. As he looked over the folder with the young man’s picture paper clipped to the front he took his eyes off the road. Hearing a horn blaring and breaks squealing, Brian looked up in the nick of time to swerve back into his lane, barely missing a semi. Swearing, his nerves shot and heart beating rapidly. Staring at the picture, “You better be worth it.” At dinner in the mansion, Brian and Justin were seated across from each other with Mary at the head of a very long table. The servants were bringing the courses in and out, and the chatter was idle at best. Sensing something of a discord, Mary asked Justin if he was feeling well. “Yes ma’am. Just tired is all. I think I might have worn myself out today riding.” “Oh yes. Brian, you should have seen Justin riding Lucifer this afternoon.” “You rode Lucifer?” “Yeah. Why?” “Oh, Luc is Brian’s horse. Brian loves that creature to death.” “Aunt Mary.” “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” “Yes, I like the horse. He’s a great horse. Fast and powerful.” “Justin rode him like a champion!” “Well, I do have some experience.” “You don’t really seem too much of a rider to me.” “Excuse me?” “I mean your slight frame and all. You should be careful with Luc. He’s feisty.” “I handle myself quite well thank you very much.” “Yes, you do.” “What?” “I wasn’t meaning to insult you. I’m just surprised that you ride.” “Yes, I ride.” “Good to know. Feels great doesn’t it? That power looming between your legs? All that stamina pumping out?” Blushing, “We’re talking about the horse, right?” Laughing, the entendre had been spied. Brian’s eyes cut to his aunt who smirked while sipping her wine. “I am. What are you talking about?” Rolling his eyes, Justin excused himself. Standing up as courtesy, Brian’s polite manner bested Justin once again. Infuriated at being made a fool of, Justin stomped petulantly to his room. As he drew his shirt off, he noticed the poster on his bed. Taking a look, he saw the note. “I hope your stay here is pleasant. A little present for you, Brian.” Picking up the poster, tracing his fingers over Brian’s note, Justin lay himself down on the bed. Back at the dinner table Brian’s aunt chastised her nephew for his behavior. “I was only joking with the boy.” “Brian, you have to be delicate with this one.” “Delicate? What is he, fine silk? Aunt Mary, do you think I cannot be delicate?” “It’s that you can that I’m worried about. Stay away from that boy Brian.” “What do you mean? I’m insulted.” “You are my favorite dear boy but don’t be mistaken. I know all about you sweetheart. I know all about you and what you do. But this one is off limits. He’s promised to someone and his mother is very proud of him. He’s very proud of his morals and furthermore, his mother and I are great friends. I'd hardly want the unspeakable dealings of my nephew destroying our many years of friendship.” Feelings hurt Brian blanched, sipping his wine. “Are you saying he’s too good for a lowlife like me?” “No, Brian, of course not. I know that you are a sweet person. When you want to be which is next to never. Just don’t have any ulterior motives towards him. Leave him be.” Pushing back from the table, “I’m twenty eight years old Aunt Mary…not some whiny 13 year old. I’m a business man, successful one as well. I make my own way and give a fuck about anyone’s priorities and morals but my own. I know how to act and I do what I want to do.” Admonishing, “Yes, Brian. You always do.” Walking out to the pool, Brian pulled out a chaise from the table in the far corner hidden by trees and sat down. Reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes, pulling a joint out instead, lighting it. Stretching his long legs out to rest alongside the pool, Brian took a long hit. His eyes drifted to the house, seeing the light on in Justin’s bedroom. Seeing the shadow of a figure undressing, Brian exhaled. Not long after, Justin came outside in a bathrobe, carrying a towel. Not seeing Brian, he shed the towel, dipping his feet into the pool testing the water. Brian sat, unnoticed in the corner, toking while the boy dove in. His slim, Beluga-white body cut through the water swimming all the way to the other side. As he pushed himself up, taking a breath as his fingers bit into the aggregate side, he saw Brian sitting there partially hidden. Startled, he caught a deep, fluttered breath as his body slunk down the water line. Though it was dark, the moon, partially hidden by clouds, illuminated the grounds enough so they could each tell that the other’s eyes were locked. After a minute or two, Justin raised himself higher, head coming back into Brian’s full view. “You startled me. I didn’t know you were out here.” “Hm.” “Why didn’t you say something?” “What would you like me to have said?” “I don’t know. Anything? Something. You just should have let me know you were out here.” “I didn’t know I needed your permission to sit outside my own house.” Rising upward, arms crossed on the edge of the pool, his head laid upon them with his feet kicking below the surface, Justin cocked his head to the side, smiling. “Thought it was your aunt’s house.” “Same difference. Look, since you obviously want to be alone, I’ll leave.” When Brian rose from his chair, stomping out the roach, Justin called out to him. “Wait.” Stopping his stride, Brian turned, looking at him. Closer, more illuminated, Brian’s eye brows rose in question. “I mean, don’t go. You can stay.” Chuffing a laugh, “Thanks.” “You know what I mean.” ”No, I really don’t.” Feeling uncomfortable now at the man’s demeanor, “I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for the poster. I really like it.” Smiling, “I’m glad.” “Do you like Rodin? Are you a fan of his work?” “Evidently” Laughing, “Yeah, well that was stupid, huh? It’s just that he’s the very reason I do what I do and I wish…” Coming closer, Brian paused, asking permission to encroach in the tight space at the edge in front of Justin. Permission granted, Brian sat down. “You wish what?” “I wish I would have known that there was an exhibit is all.” “Well, it’s through the week.” “Yeah, great. I can go then.” “You should.” Realizing that Brian didn't seem interested in accompanying him, or at least that's what Justin thought he was insinuating, he moved on. “Hey, how old are you?” Leaning back, his shirt opened exposing the white wife beater underneath, Brian rested back on his stretched out arms. “How old do you think I am?” “30?” “You’re close. I’m the ripe old age of 28.” “That’s not old.” “Says you.” “Well, you don’t look old. You look…” “I look what?” “Nothing.” Smirking, “Oh, okay.” Laughing, embarrassed at the playful banter, “Good. You look great actually.” Brian took this moment to think to himself that this whole thing might be easier than he thought. The little shit was flirting with him. Sitting upright Brian smiled, leaning into Justin’s wet head perched upon his strong arms. As he leaned in, he could smell the soft sweet baby powder essence through the night air and chlorine wafting off Justin. Justin’s eyes the size of saucers as Brian moved closer in, rouching down so they were almost nose to nose. “You look good too.” Brian kept his face close, staring into those big blue eyes, watching them dart around. Barely containing his grin at seeing Justin’s fingers dig into the asphalt and his legs stopped their kicking motion. Too close for comfort in Justin’s mind. Brian was inches from him. Mouth open, tongue licking his lips…waiting. Pushing himself away from the side, Justin swam off to the other end. Getting out, his body shivered from the night breeze and other things Brian Kinney. Silently grabbing his towel and wrapping himself up in the robe, he cast a parting glance at Brian who was now sitting back again, smoking a cigarette, all the while watching Justin’s hastily retreating body. Well fuck. Realizing that he’d have to go to bed horny or revert back to his hand, Brian knew two things. One, Justin Taylor was intimidated by him. And two, Justin thought Brian looked good. Great even. And where there’s smoke…there’s fire. A hot little blond spitfire to be exact. Justin’s lithe form had not gone unnoticed by Brian. He was slight, but he was built. His arms and legs were strong and he had quite a little package to go with that ass of his. His skin, fuck his skin was so white. That skin on Brian’s sheets, upholstery, hell any surface at all. Shit. Yeah, guess it was him and the hand tonight. Unless…unless Aunt Mary hired some hot new, non-English speaking butler or something. Before he retired upstairs, he went looking in the servant’s quarters. Lucky for him a newbie, Ramon fresh from Spain, was recently hired and had no idea who Brian Kinney really was. He found out around 4 am the next morning when he was unceremoniously tossed out of Brian’s room. Letter 1 …so you must realize that Brian Kinney is completely counterproductive to your credo. Think of Ethan! All these years I’ve known you Justin and believe me, I have your best interest at heart. No matter what he says or what he does…do not trust him. He lies, plain and simple. He lies to get what he wants and then he tosses you aside. He’ll tell you anything Justin. Make you believe what he says is true, that his words are honest and from the heart. Like he even has a heart! He plays games with people, Justin. I think it’s highly suspect that suddenly Brian appears as you are vacationing with Mrs. Kinney. From what I hear and know, Brian makes his holiday sojourns and nothing more. Greed is what drives him. Greed and lust. Please don’t fall prey to this Justin…prey to Brian. He will destroy you. Dearest Love, L. P. Folding the letter and replacing it back into the envelope from whence it came, Justin sat replaying what he'd been told about Brian. Though his time at the estate had been a nice reprieve his budding, adolescent-like crush on Brian Kinney perplexed him. He'd always been able to turn the other cheek, not blink an eye at admirers or others who piqued his interest. Brian Kinney was starting to invade his thoughts. Trying to chalk it up to something regarding forbidden fruit Justin unsuccessfully tried to block his mind of all that was Brian Kinney by creating some new canvases. As was his agreement with Mrs. Honeycutt, Michael was to spend time with Emmett. 'Take him out and introduce him to others of their esteem, show him the sights and sound of grand Pittsburgh'. So, Michael brought Emmett to the one of the grandest of all Pittsburgh sights…Woody’s. Debatable as to whom ‘grandest’ is scaled. Sitting on their barstools along the bar watching the Saturday afternoon ebb and flow through the door the two men talked. Michael promised Emmett that he’d teach him the finer things of proprieties in the world of a gay man. “Okay, what about him?” “That guy? Gross! He’s got that eye thing.” “The eye thing?” “Yeah, you know. One eye’s looking at you while the other eye’s looking for you.” Shivering, “Reminds me of mom's chaffeur, Mr. Melvin. Gives me the creeps. I don't think so. Try again.” Rolling his eyes, “You’ll learn that eventually, one day, you shan’t be so picky.” “Well, for now I guess I can be. Right? Anyways, Ben.” “Yes, Ben. How could I have forgotten.” Grabbing handfulls of peanuts, popping them in his mouth, Emmett unattractively mumbled around the obstructions to his speech “Huh? Whatever. You see, it’s just that Ben…see, he likes me how I am.” "Wipe your mouth." Wiping vigorously, "Thanks." “And how is that?” “He says that he likes that I’m…you know!” Emmett laughed, slapping Michael’s arm. “Evidently not. Do tell. I’m all a twitter with excitement.” Leaning closer, so as not to be heard, Emmett whispered, “A virgin.” “Ah. Yes, again with the virtue. Well, that’s all fine and good. I guess.” Brows knit, “What do you mean, you guess?” “Surely you know that Ben was just toying.” “He didn’t seem to be joking.” “Another thing on the list. Look Emmett, you need to learn when people are telling you the truth and when they are lying.” “Ben wouldn’t lie to me!” “Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. But…oh, never mind.” Grabbing onto Michael’s arm, Emmett pleaded, “No! You have to tell me. What is it?” “Well, I can help you with this. Or rather, I know someone who could.” “Help me how? And who?” “You know, make sure that you know how to act like a man, take it like a man. Please Ben. Because, if and when you finally are with Ben and you are completely ignorant of what to do…then, he’s not going to want you anymore.” “But, like I said before, Ben likes the way I am.” “Walking and talking Emmett. There’s a big difference between that and the sheets.” “He’d leave me? Just like that?” “Absolutely. So while you can still *act* like you’re all innocent and virginal…you’ll be able to go to him, when it’s time, like a man. Understand?” “And then he wouldn’t leave me?” “No, of course not.” “He’d love me even more?” Nodding furiously. "My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible." "But, that'd make me a slut." "Emmett, everyone does it...it's just that it's not the sort of thing that's talked about in polite society." "Oh, so it's like secret or something?" "Whatever gets you there." “Okay. I trust you.” “Great, because it’s all about trust, Emmett.” “So, you’d uh, you and me?” “No. I’ve someone in mind that will be able to teach you everything, and then some. You’d be a ‘pro’ so to speak, when he was done with you.” “Who is it? Is he cute? Do I know him? Does my mother know him?” “Oh, you know him. Everyone knows him.” Giddy, pawing at Michael’s arms in anticipation, “Who? Tell me! Tell me!” “Brian. Brian Kinney.” |
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