Like Quicksand

By Anna

AU

Brian sees Justin at Babylon and wants him, but things don't go as planned.

Part One

Justin's POV
July 8, 2006
Richmond Gallery, Pittsburgh

Sweat dripped down Justin's temple. His hand, the one not fisting his cock, was slippery against the tiles, trying to
steady himself as Brian thrust into him.

He bit down on his lip to keep in a whimper. Brian's thrusts were hard, his dick sliding in and out of Justin's hole in
a fast pace and hitting his prostate with each stab.

The burn and pleasure was spreading through his whole body and he felt on fire; his cock aching hard, dripping with
pre-come and his knees buckling. If it weren't for Brian's hands on his hips, holding him tightly in place as he fucked
Justin into the wall, he’d probably collapse.

Justin couldn't remember the last time he'd been fucked this well. If he ever had been. Brian Kinney really lived up
to his reputation. Fuck, he exceeded it.

Brian grunted into his ear, his movements speeding up, and Justin stroked his cock faster, trying to keep in rhythm.

Throwing his head back against Brian's shoulder, he moaned loudly, and Brian sucked at the skin of his exposed
throat, never missing a beat as he fucked him.

Justin's body tensed and he let out a strangled sob as he came, shooting against the wall. Fuck.

He slumped forward and was only dimly aware of Brian's orgasm through the haze of the aftershocks. Leaning
against the tiles, cold against his heated skin, he moaned.

Brian was panting into his ear, his chest pressed to Justin's back, and Justin listened to his own harsh breathing
mingling with Brian's and echoing through the empty room

Brian shifted, pulling out of him suddenly, and Justin groaned. The weight of the other body vanished and the hands
that had been holding him up left cold, damp skin exposed to the air.

"Fuck," he said huskily, and turned around, letting his body slump back against the wall. He blinked a couple of
times, the fluorescent light too bright in his eyes.

Brian was standing a foot away, zipping his pants back up. His hair was mussed and damp with sweat, but other than
that he looked entirely too composed for someone who had just fucked him. Just the though of it made Justin's body
tingle again and he licked his lips.

"That was fucking great," he breathed out, and grinned.

Brian looked up from fixing his suit and raised an eyebrow. He looked incredibly smug. And incredibly hot.

"It was alright," he replied with a shrug, and walked to the sinks.

Alright.

Justin watched Brian turn on the faucet and wash his hands casually and felt himself blush with anger and
embarrassment. Brian had just been inside him, fucking him so damn good, and now he acted as if they did nothing
but chat about the weather. Bending forward, Justin fumbled with his pants and briefs, pulling both back up and
trying to look as cool and composed as possible. This was exactly why he didn't do shit like this.

"Good luck selling your pictures," Brian said as he brushed past Justin. His voice was mocking, and he gave Justin
one last arrogant smile before pushing the wedge out from under the door and leaving.

"Paintings, jerk," Justin muttered to himself, and stood up straight.

He couldn't believe he'd fucking done this. His first show, and at the gallery he worked at, no less. and he let Brian
lure him into the bathroom and fuck him up against the wall when he should be outside, impressing people. Fucking
Christ, what was wrong with him?

Angry at himself, and Brian, he stalked to the sinks, fixed himself as best as he could and left the bathroom,
determined to not let Brian Kinney spoil his night.

Fuck him.

~

Brian's PoV
2 weeks earlier, June 23, 2006
Babylon


Brian glared at the guy who had grabbed his ass and kept moving. The fucker obviously had no idea who he was,
but lucky for him, Brian was too fucking happy to rip his balls off.

He made his way to where Emmett and Ted leaning against the bar.

"Brian!" Emmett called out when he saw him, and pressed a kiss to Brian's cheek when he was close enough.
"Teddy said you'd be coming back tomorrow."

Brian shrugged and ordered a beer. "I took an earlier flight," he grinned smugly, "The client signed this afternoon."

Ted raised his glass in a toast. "Matson stopped playing hard to get?"

"I like men who do that," Emmett interrupted.

Brian made a face. "Why the fuck would you? It only prolongs getting to the actual fucking part," he replied with
distaste, and Emmett laughed. Grabbing the beer the bartender put in front of him, Brian took a swig. "So, what's
new in good old Pittsburgh?"

"You were gone for three days, not three years." Ted rolled his eyes.

Brian grinned. "Just for that, you're working tomorrow."

"But tomorrow is Saturday."

"No shit, I didn't know that," Brian mocked. "Be careful or you'll have to come in on Sunday as well."

Emmett cackled next to them and threw his arm around Ted. "I love being my own boss."

Brian snorted and toasted Emmett. Looking around the dance floor, he spotted Michael and Ben, dancing closely
together and looking as if they were in their own world. He wondered what had happened to the good old days when
people came to Babylon to fuck some hot piece of ass instead of showing off the piece of ass they fucked every
single night? As if that was something to show off.

"Pretty packed here tonight," he observed, and let his gaze travel away from Michael and Ben.

"Oh!" Emmett grinned gleefully. "There was some incident with the cops at Popperz, so everyone's coming here
right now."

Brian grinned. "Too bad for them."

They clinked their drinks together and went back to watching the crowd.

A guy dancing with a tall brunette caught his eyes. Blond hair, twinkish figure, and a good head shorter than Brian
himself. And, damn, the guy could dance. If swaying his hips like that on the dance floor was any indication to what
he could do with them in bed, Brian had just found tonight's lucky trick. He smirked and emptied his bottle before
putting it down. "See you later." He grinned at Emmett and Ted and headed off in the direction of the dancing guy.

The ass, clad in a tight pair of jeans, looked only more and more promising the closer he go, and Brian felt arousal
course through him. There had barely been time for fucking in the last few days, but he was about to change that.

Glaring at the dancing partner, he slid one arm around the blond's shoulders and ground his hips against his ass. The
guy hesitated shortly before he leaned back and he started moving in rhythm to the music again.

They remained in that position for the rest of the song before the man in his arms turned around, a smile on his face.
The smile widened when he looked at Brian. Wrapping his arms around Brian's neck, he continued to dance.

Brian leaned in and captured his lips. He tasted like some fruity drink, sweet and intoxicating, and wasted no time
kissing Brian back. Lips slid together, tongues brushing against each other. Fuck, the guy could kiss. Brian slid his
hands down his back, cupping the ass and pressed his hips against the body in front of him. If the ass was as sweet
as the lips, this would be one fucking great night.

He pulled away and kissed a wet trail up his jaw. "Backroom," he murmured. "I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you
won't be able to walk for a week."

"I'm…" His prospective trick pulled away and looked hesitant. "I'm not into the backroom thing, sorry." He looked
apologetic and extracted himself from Brian's arms.

"What the fuck?" Brian asked, and glared at him.

He was rewarded with a helpless shrug. "I'm sure you can find someone else." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to
Brian's cheek. "Sorry," he muttered, and then turned away, squeezing past dancing bodies

Brian blinked, standing completely still. He could already feel all eyes around him staring at him.

Had he just been fucking rejected by a little, blond twink? Anger boiled up inside him and he turned around, pushing
his way through the crowd.

~

Justin's POV
June 24, 2006
Liberty Diner

Justin took a deep sip from his coffee, enjoying the way the hot brew settled in his stomach. He’d had much better
coffee in his life; the diner's coffee was for shit, actually, but he really didn't care as long as he got some caffeine
inside him quickly. He wished he’d stayed at home and made himself a decent pot, but he’d heard Daphne and her
boyfriend in the bedroom and hadn’t really been in the mood to have breakfast with the happy couple.

Justin had moved back to Pittsburgh a month ago, after much persuasion from Daphne and the realization that even
with his newly acquired diploma in arts he would most likely end up as a waiter anyway if he stayed in New York.
So he'd sent his résumé to every possible place in Pittsburgh, packed his things, and exchanged his dorm for a room
at Daphne's. In itself that had been a good idea, and things had definitely worked out so far, but he could only stand
seeing Daphne and her boyfriend being all over each other for so long.

Lately, when he felt the urge to get away, he ended up strolling Liberty Avenue more and more often and the few
times he had been at the diner, he'd found discovered that, even if the coffee wasn't, the food was fucking great.
Greasy and piled on the plates in heaps big enough to feed three people, just the way Justin liked it.

He dug into the omelette and sighed happy. The small headache from last night's partying was dissipating slowly.
His day, he figured, was definitely looking up.

"Anything else I can get you, gorgeous?" the waitress asked, halting on the other side of the counter and grinning at
Justin.

Justin squinted at her nametag. "A juice would be awesome, Debbie," he beamed at her. "Please."

"Well, don't you just have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen?" She patted Justin's cheek. "And manners, too."

Justin blushed a little, but no one around him seemed to pay them any attention. Maybe this was normal around here.

"One juice coming right up." Debbie grinned at him.

Justin watched her retreating back for a second, marvelling at the shrill woman before returning to his breakfast.

He popped a piece of crispy bacon into his mouth and chewed contently, when someone sat down next to him.
"Look who we have here. Fancy meeting you again."

Justin turned and found himself looking straight at the face of the guy he’d danced with last night. Perfect body,
perfect hair, and the most beautiful face ever.

"Hi," he muttered and looked away again.

Shit, he was really hot. Only, Justin wasn’t interested in getting fucked quickly in some backroom. And that had
definitely been the guy's intention. Had he offered for Justin to fuck him, he would’ve definitely considered it. But

there was no way this guy was a bottom, he looked more like someone who fucked you and then never looked at you
again. It wasn't what Justin wanted last night. He'd been there, done that.

After the break up with his last boyfriend a couple of months ago Justin had gone out a lot, trying to forget about
Dan in the backrooms and bedrooms of New York. It seemed like the perfect way to cure his heart, since Dan had
hated clubs with a passion and they never went dancing. Though, as Justin found out, he didn't have a problem with
fucking strangers in seedy bars behind Justin's back.

Now that he was back in Pittsburgh, Justin decided it was time to make a clean break and start over. He wasn't quite
sure yet if that meant looking for a relationship again or avoiding one.

"Here's your juice, Sunshine." Debbie placed a glass in front of him, and Justin looked up startled.

"Thanks."

"Sunshine?" There was a loud snort from next to him, and Justin saw Debbie shoot the man a glare.

"His smile is like the fucking sun, asshole," she explained. "Now, what can I get your majesty for breakfast? And
would one of you clue me in on what's going on here?"

"Going on?" Justin repeated.

"The whole fucking diner's watching the two of you."

"None of your fucking business. And I want a coffee and an egg white omelette." The guy next to him snapped
before Justin could say anything. "Today would be nice."

"Hold your damn horses, Kinney." Debbie popped her gum and rolled her eyes, then turned away, probably to get
his order.

Justin shifted around his chair uncomfortably, unsure what to do. "Umm, so why is everyone looking at us?"

"Forget it," the other one groused. "Sunshine," he added sarcastically.

"Justin," Justin replied, and picked at his food with his fork. He was starting to wish he’d stayed at his place.
Breakfast with Daphne and her boyfriend couldn't possibly have been as uncomfortable as breakfast with the guy
he’d rejected last night.

"I don't give a fuck what your name is."

Justin took a deep breath to calm down. "Okay, look," he started, and turned sideways. "I don't know what the fuck
your problem is. I'm just here to eat breakfast. You're pissed because I didn't wanna fuck last night? Fine, okay, but
why don't you just sit somewhere else then? This is fucking immature and I'm not in the mood to deal with some
asshole."

"Fuck you." The guy got up, threw a few crumbled bills onto the counter, and stalked out of the diner.

Justin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. So much for the headache disappearing. He picked up his juice and
emptied it in one go, ignoring the whispers and snickers all around him.

"Where the fuck is he?" Debbie asked loudly, standing next to him suddenly, a plate in her hand.

"Umm, gone," Justin smiled weakly. "But he left some money."

"Asshole," Debbie muttered, and sat down next to Justin.

"Can we get some food here," someone from the booths called out.

Debbie looked at him exasperatedly. "I'm taking a fucking break. You won't die waiting another ten minutes," she
yelled back, and then turned to Justin. "So?"

"So?" Justin furrowed his brow.

"What's going on with you and Brian?" she prodded.

"Brian? Is that the guy's name?" he asked, and ripped of a piece of his toast.

"The one and only," she affirmed. "Brian fucking Kinney."

Justin shrugged. "I don't really know him."

Debbie raised her eyebrows and looked at Justin. "I'm not stupid, kid."

"I really don't," he swore. "We danced at Babylon together last night, that's all."

"That's all?" she repeating, frowning. "That's never all when it comes to Brian. Believe me, I know him way too
well."

Justin shrugged. "Well, he wanted to…you know…uh."

"Fuck?"

He blushed at that and nodded. Obviously, Debbie had no problem talking about two men having sex – which wasn't
a real surprise considering where she worked. But after growing up with his mother, who blushed just at the thought
of Justin having sex with a man, Debbie was definitely surprising. "Yeah. But I didn't. And that was it," he
explained.

Debbie looked stunned, and then cackled. "Oh, kiddo, you have no idea what you've done."

Justin frowned. "What? Why? I'm sure not the first one to reject someone."

"No, but you're the first to reject Brian, as far as I know. He's god's gift to gay PA. Maybe to the whole fucking gay
world." She patted his arm and got up. "Gotta feed some more hungry homos. Just a word of advice, Sunshine. Stay
away from him for a while, he might not like you too fucking much right now." She cackled again and left.

~

Justin's POV
July 9, 2006
Justin and Daphne's apartment

Justin watched the spaghetti simmer in the water for a moment before sighing and turning away from the stove.
"Brian and I fucked," he declared and opened the fridge. "Feel like a margarita?"

"Always," Daphne answered. "And who's Brian?"

Justin got the liquor out of the fridge while Daphne got glasses. "That guy I told you about? The one I rejected a few
weeks ago that apparently is this huge stud?"

Daphne squealed. "That guy? When did you fuck him?" she asked excitedly, and went to stand next to Justin. They
started pouring the ingredients for the cocktail into the mixer together.

"Last night."

Daphne halted and turned to look at him. "Last night? We were at the gallery last night, Justin. Remember, the
Emerging Artists Show? You didn't fuck anyone."

"But I got fucked," Justin muttered, and grimaced. "He was there."

"Where? When? Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, her hands on her hips now. Anyone else would probably
find that stance more amusing than anything, but Justin had known Daphne long enough to know she could kick his
ass.

"While you were busy flirting with that hot guy." He stuck his tongue out at her.

Daphne hit his arm. "And I got his number, too," she taunted triumphantly.

"You already have a boyfriend, Daphne," Justin told her, raising his eyebrows.

She made a face. "Yeah, well, not for much longer. We're not really compatible. He never wants to go out, it's
always just the two of us, and now he's starting to talk about our future." She rolled her eyes. "But we're not talking
about me here. Dish."

Justin pushed the button of the blender, the loud noise filling the apartment for a moment. "I went to the bathroom,
and he was suddenly there as well. We fucked."

"Details." Daphne tapped her fingers against the counter impatiently as Justin poured them their drinks.

"I was washing my hands when he came in, and he just waited, watching me. And when I wanted to leave, he
stopped me, pushed me against the wall and kissed me," he recounted.

"And then you had sex?" Daphne asked. "What happened to not wanting that guy?"

Justin shrugged. "It's not like I didn't find him attractive. I just didn't want some quick fuck in some backroom."

"I see. The bathroom made all the difference." She rolled her eyes and took her drink.

Justin laughed. "Shut up. It was…after the kiss, things happened kind of fast."

Daphne took a sip from the cocktail, her eyes remaining on Justin, who followed suit. "So, how was he?"

He looked down at his drink and grinned. "Fucking great. I never had sex like that, Daph. He was so fucking
amazing, you wouldn't believe it…Too bad he went back to being a fucking asshole once we were done."

She patted his arm and went to stir the spaghetti. "They always are…you know, you could have really pointed him
out to me afterwards. I want to know if he looks as good as he fucks."

"He does…and he wasn't there when I came back." He went over to the stove as well and checked the sauce.

Daphne frowned. "He wasn't?"

Justin shook his head. "He appeared in the bathroom out of nowhere and was gone just as quickly."

"So he didn't come for the art, huh?" she mused.

Justin shrugged. "Guess not."

She grinned impishly. "He came just for you," she teased. "How romantic."

"Yeah, a one-night-stand against a wall in a public bathroom is very romantic. Must be love." He pretended to
swoon and Daphne laughed, pushing at his shoulder.

"I wonder how he knew you'd be there though."

Justin shrugged. "Maybe he saw a flyer. Or maybe Debbie told him; I put up a poster in the diner and they seem to
know each other…Doesn't matter anyway. We fucked and that's that."

"Even if it was the best sex you ever had?" Daphne prodded, and took the pot of spaghettis off the hotplate.

"It was just a fuck, Daphne. He got what he wanted and I got off, that's all."

He turned away, ignoring Daphne's protests and started setting the table, putting Brian Kinney out of his mind.

Part Two

~~~

Brian's POV
July 13, 2006
Woody's

Ted shot, and, of course, missed. Brian rolled his eyes and threw back his Beam before getting up. Lining up the
next shot, he sunk the ball in and grinned.

"This is how it's done, Theodore. Maybe you should watch and learn."

Ted wrapped his arms around Blake and smiled contently. "There are more important things in my life than knowing
how to play pool."

Brian snorted and lined up the next shot. When he stood back up, Ted was making out with Blake. He made a face
and turned around, only to find Michael sitting half on Ben's lap and Emmett cuddling with Drew fucking Boyd as
they all talked. When the fuck had they decided to try again anyway – for the millionth time or whateverthefuck?

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered to himself. All that was missing now were the munchers to complete the number
of happy, sappy couples. "Why didn't all of you just stay home and be disgusting there?" he asked loudly. He went
to the table and grabbed Michael's beer, drinking it in one go.

"What the fuck's your problem tonight?" Michael asked, frowning at him.

"Nothing. I'm having a ball," Brian shot back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "This is exactly what the perfect
night of booze, drugs and debauchery should be like."

"Why don't you just find some stud to drag to the bathroom?" Emmett asked. "Maybe that'll cheer you up."

"I don't need to cheer up," Brian groused.

Emmett rolled in eyes and said nothing.

"Right," Michael gave him a questionable look. "You've been bitching at everyone for days, Brian."

"How would you know? You've been busy playing happy, hetero homemaker with your professor."

Everyone at the table sighed, none of them looking at him. Irritated, Brian clenched his teeth. "I'm getting another
fucking drink."

He turned away and approached the bar, ignoring Michael who called after him that he’d already had enough.
Halfway there, he spotted a familiar blond head sitting at the bar with a guy, talking. Brian could only see half of his
face, but he was laughing, and judging by the hand on the guy's arm, flirting.

Brian ignored any feeling of anger and kept walking. What did he care if the fucking twink was chatting someone up
at Woody's? He would probably tease him and then reject him anyway.

He squeezed in next to Justin deliberately. "Beam. Double," he snapped.

Justin's head whirled around and he gave Brian an unreadable look. "What?" Brian asked. The barkeeper set the
drink down and he threw it back.

"Nothing," Justin muttered, and turned away.

"Another," Brian ordered. He was aware that several guys were now watching him and those weren't the usual 'I
want to get fucked by you' looks. Rather it seemed they were waiting for another showdown between him and
Justin. Fucking gossip queens of Liberty Avenue.

He drank his second Beam and turned around to took a closer look at the guy Justin was talking to. He smirked.
Justin sure didn't know how to pick them.

He pushed himself away from the bar and threw an arm around Justin's shoulder. He felt unsteady, the alcohol
taking its effect. "If I was you, I’d look for someone else, Sunshine. His dick is one of the smallest in Pittsburgh."

Justin glared at him. "Fuck off, Brian."

Brian pretended to look hurt. "I was just doing you a favor."

"He told you to fuck off, Kinney, and as far as I know that's not the first time. He's not interested in you," the man
said smugly. Some guys near them snickered.

"Funny. He seemed pretty into it when I had my dick up his ass," Brian snarled loudly, and then grinned at Justin
before walking out the bar, stumbling slightly.

"Brian!"

Brian stopped at the sound of Michael's voice. "What?" he asked, keeping his back to Michael.

Michael looked like he wanted to say something, but then he just sighed and shook his head, making a grab for the
keys Brian was holding. "You're trashed. Let me drive you."

"I'm fine," Brian replied, but started to sway when Michael tugged harder at the keys.

"C'mon. Whatever the fuck's bothering you, driving drunk isn't going to make it better." Michael looked at him
pleadingly.

Brian leaned into him and planted a kiss on his lips. "You're the best fucking friend there is, Mikey."

Michael grinned. "I know."

"But there's nothing bothering me. Everything is fabulous," he drawled. He let go of the keys and Michael lead him
to the car.

"Sure." He helped Brian in and Brian leaned back into the seat, closing his eyes. Fucking fabulous, he repeated in
his head. He was Brian fucking Kinney after all, and he was never anything but fabulous.

* * *
Justin's POV
July 14, 2006
Justin and Daphne's apartment

Daphne walked past Justin and waved tiredly. He listened to her clatter around the kitchen and shoved another
spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

Daphne returned with a mug of coffee and plopped down next to him on the couch. She looked at him, her eyes
widening. "Are you eating ice cream?" she asked.

Justin nodded and scooped more ice cream into his mouth.

"At ten in the morning?"

"Almost eleven," he answered.

She frowned and sat up straight, suddenly a lot more awake. "Okay. What's wrong? Eating ice cream at eleven in the
morning and sulking scream heartbreak. Only, you're single."

Justin sighed. "Brian Kinney."

Daphne furrowed her brows for a moment and then her expression brightened. "The guy who fucked you at your
show?"

Justin nodded.

"What happened?" Daphne asked. Justin leaned forward, picked up a second spoon from the small coffee table and
handed it to Daphne. "That bad?" Her voice was full of pity as she dug into the ice cream.

Justin sighed. "We were both at Woody's last night and he declared we fucked in front of everyone."

Daphne hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed. "Well…you did fuck," she said slowly.

Justin glared at her. "That's not the fucking point. He was completely drunk and being an asshole. It wasn't a 'We
had sex and it was awesome' kind of thing, it was more like 'I had him and now he's just yesterday's piece of ass'."

She groaned at that and rolled her eyes. "I'll never figure you guys out. You said it was just a fuck."

"It was."

"Then why does it matter so much what he thinks?" Daphne looked at Justin expectantly, who dug his spoon into the
ice cream in annoyance.

"It doesn't matter. But he can still at least respect me, can't he?"

Daphne sighed and turned sideways on the couch, her legs tucked under her. "Sure, but you said he was an asshole,
so what did you expect?" She waited for Justin to answer, but when he didn't, she took the ice cream container out of
his hand. "Okay, fine, you apparently want to sulk about it anyway. But Justin, ice cream? Ice cream is for when
things are really serious."

"I'm not sulking. And I just felt like fucking ice cream. Jesus."

"And you got me a spoon as well? Do you really want me to believe that that's not the epitome of sulking over some
guy?" she prodded. "It couldn't be possibly be that you like that Brian?"

"He's an asshole."

Daphne grinned and handed the ice cream back to him, before patting his arm. "No one ever falls for nice guys."

***
Brian's POV
July 19, 2006
Brian's loft


Brian clicked on a link and watched the photo load in boredom. Why was it that the internet was full of nothing but
trolls? He just wanted to fuck a nice ass. If he didn't find a possible candidate soon, he'd have to go out and Brian
really didn't feel like leaving the loft today.

He'd just run into that fucking Justin kid again. For weeks now, the guy kept appearing everywhere on fucking
Liberty Avenue. If he wasn't into backrooms or whateverthefuck, Brian didn't get why the guy kept going out.
Wasn't that fucking pointless?

Not that he cared. He'd had Justin. It was just a shame for everyone else, since the sex had really been kind of
alright. He had a nice ass, really tight and hot, gripping Brian's dick perfectly. And the way he had responded to
Brian's every touch, making small noises and pushing back into him.

"Get a fucking grip," Brian muttered to himself, and shifted around on the chair, trying to adjust his growing
erection. Fuck, he really needed to get off.

He clicked on another link and grimaced before the page had even half loaded. His hand was starting to look like the
best option.

The phone started ringing and Brian pushed away from his desk with a groan. "What?" he snapped into the receiver.

"Christ, you're in a mood," Michael complained on the other hand.

Brian rolled his eyes, walked to the couch, and plopped down on it. "Did you want something, Mikey?"

"Dinner at mom's tonight. She said you better be there."

"Too bad. I already made plans," he lied, and stretched his legs out.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"What d’you think?" Brian shot back, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell Debbie I'm incredibly sorry I can't
make it."

Michael snorted. "Right. What the fuck is up your ass lately?"

"Nothing. I'm a top, remember?"

There was a long, suffering sigh coming from the other line. "Brian, you've been in a bad mood for weeks now. Ted
said Kinnetik's doing great, so that can't be it. You okay?"

"Fine, Mikey." Brian replied, his voice softening a little. "Just haven't found a good fuck in a while."

Since he had Justin in the bathroom of that art gallery. The thought flashed through his mind before Brian could
squelch it. Fucking blond twink and his perfect ass. He was Brian Kinney for fuck's sake, and he didn't waste a
fucking second thought on anyone. This was getting pathetic.

"Nothing else?" Michael prodded.

"Nothing else." As if that wasn't bad enough. "See you later, Mikey."

Brian hung up the phone and threw it onto the cushion next to him.

Fuck it, he was going out. He was going out, and getting laid, and he was going to fucking enjoy it and not think
about some guy he’d already fucked.

* * *
Brian's POV
July 19, 2006
Babylon

Brian wasn't surprised when he spotted Justin on the dance floor of Babylon, pressed between two guys grinding
against him. Tearing his eyes away from the sight, he went to the bar.

"A Beam and a beer," he ordered.

The drinks were quickly placed in front of him with a "Here you go, boss." He downed the Beam and then leaned
against the bar with his beer. Overlooking the crowd, he considered tonight’s prospects.

There was a hot redhead with a nice body, dancing not too far away. And a tall brunette guy Brian remembered
having seen somewhere already. Definitely a possibility. His glanced back to the dance floor where Justin had been,
but couldn't find him there any longer. Not that he cared.

He kept checking out the guys as nonchalantly as possible and saw blond hair out of the corner of his eye. Turning
his head he saw Justin leading one of his dance partners to the backroom.

What the fuck? What happened to acting all coy and not being into backrooms?

"Hi," someone said sultrily next to him, and Brian turned around, a "Fuck off." already on his lips, to find the
redhead he'd checked out earlier. "Want to dance?" the guy asked, looking at Brian from under his lashes.

Brian grinned. "Want to fuck?"

The guy looked a little startled at first, but then smiled. "Sure." He nodded enthusiastically.

"Good." Brian reached for the guy's belt loops and led him to the backroom.

The familiar stench of sex and the sound of moans and skin hitting skin surrounded them as Brian pulled his trick
through the dark hallways, past guys fucking and sucking.

Justin was leaning against a wall, the other guy on his knees in front of him, sucking his cock. The space next to him
was empty. Brian smirked at his trick and nodded at the wall. "C'mon."

The redhead followed him and immediate dropped down when Brian leaned back, fumbling with Brian's zipper. He
titled his head and grinned when he saw Justin's face turned towards him, an unhappy frown on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Brian fisted his hands in the red hair as the guy took his cock down his throat. "Jason, I hadn't even seen you. I'm
getting a blowjob, same as you, I'd say," he replied.

Justin snorted. "Right, Ryan," he said in a teasing voice, and shot Brian a grin.

Against Brian's own will, his lips twitched into a smile and he chuckled softly. Justin's grin widened and then
dropped into a low moan, his head falling back against the wall.

"I thought you weren't into the backroom?" Brian asked mockingly.

"Changed my mind."

"Hey." The trick stopped sucking Brian's cock and glared. "Are you here with me or him?"

"If I was with him, at least I'd be getting off," Brian snarled. He pushed the guy away and started zipping his pants.
When he looked up, Justin was watching him.

"Too bad you don't do anyone twice," he taunted.

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth and regarded Justin for a moment. "Changed my mind," he finally replied.

Justin grinned.

* * *

Justin's POV
July 19, 2006
Brian's loft


Brian was kissing down his stomach, the trail he left tingling from the air hitting it. Justin buried his hands in the
dark hair and arched up. His cock was hard and leaking already, and Brian hadn't even touched it yet.

One of Brian's hands suddenly closed around his dick, pumping it slowly. "Fuck," Justin cried out, and thrust into
the hand, trying to get Brian to speed up. "Brian, please."

"Please what?" Brian teased him, and flicked a finger over the tip of his cock.

Justin bit his lips and looked up, catching Brian's eyes. "Fuck me," he breathed out.

Brian pushed himself up and reached for the nightstand. Justin reached down for his now abandoned cock and
stroked himself.

"Stop that," Brian ordered, and a condom was dropped onto Justin's chest as Brian flipped open a tube of lubricant.

"Then hurry up," Justin shot back, but let go of his cock and took the condom. He ripped it open and rolled the latex
down Brian's dick. Brian let out a breathy moan as he did so, and Justin grinned, his hand lingering at the base of
Brian's erection.

Brian pushed his hand away and hoisted one of Justin's legs onto his shoulder. He leaned over Justin's body and
kissed him as a well-lubed finger slid past Justin's balls and perineum. Justin moaned into the kiss as the finger
rubbed over his hole. He pushed against it, wanting Brian inside him and Brian complied. His finger breached him,
sliding inside.

By the time Justin had a third finger inside him, he was rocking down on them, making small whimpering noises.
Fuck, he could get off just from Brian finger-fucking him. After tonight, he’d probably be spoiled for all other men.

"Brian," Justin groaned when Brian twisted his fingers inside him, brushing against his prostate. "I'm ready…please,
please, please."

Brian chuckled softly against his ear and pressed another kiss to Justin's lips before sitting back on his heels. He
pulled his fingers out and Justin watched him lube his cock. His body tingled in anticipation.

He took a deep, calming breath as Brian pushed into him. Brian took it slow, entering him inch for inch and halted
when he was fully inside. The sting of being penetrated faded into the delicious burn and Justin moved his hips,
indication for Brian to go on.

One of Brian's hands curled around the leg Justin had over his shoulder, and Brian started moving, thrusting in and
out. Justin had only had Brian inside him once, and it should be impossible to have missed it, but god, he had. The
burn of that perfect cock inside him, sliding in and out at the perfect rhythm, hitting just the right spot and giving
Justin just what he needed. Damn, he was definitely going to be spoiled for all men except Brian after this.

Brian leaned forward, bending Justin's leg, and kissed him. Justin's arms came up, holding him in place.

Brian's lips tasted slightly salty from sweating and Justin opened his mouth, sucking Brian's tongue inside.

They were fucking was slower than the first time, the hurry of being in a public bathroom and just wanting to get off
as fast as possible gone. And if anything, it was even better. Justin pushed up into Brian's thrusts, his cock pressed
between their bodies as they kept kissing messily.

When Brian changed the angle slightly and stabbed against his prostate even more precisely, he gasped and trashed
his head to the side. "God," he spluttered and dug his fingers into Brian's right shoulder. "Right there."

"Here?" Brian teased, sounding breathless, and grazed Justin's prostate repeatedly.

Justin groaned.

Brian kept up the movement, and Justin planted his free foot onto the mattress to meet his thrusts roughly. Sweat
slicked their bodies and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the loft.

Justin felt his balls draw up. "Brian," he chocked out, and Brian kissed him.

"Yes," he hissed.

Justin shot between them. In a daze, he moaned as Brian pushed into him a few more times before stilling as he
came. Justin felt his dick pulsing hotly inside him as he did and bit his lip. His leg slid from Brian's shoulder and
Brian collapsed on top of him, come and sweat stickily between them.

With closed eyes, Justin listened to his own heartbeat slowing down, Brian's hot body pressing him into the
mattress, and felt himself getting sleepy.

He blinked drowsily when Brian pulled out of him slowly. The warm weight lifted off him and Justin mumbled his
name in protest. A hand ran soothingly down his arm.

Barely awake, Justin heard the distant padding sound of bare feet. Then the mattress shifted, a blanket was pulled
over him and Brian's body spooned his.

"Brian?" Justin turned, and pressed his face against Brian's chest.

"Go to sleep." Brian's voice was low as he slowly ran his fingers through Justin's hair. Content, Justin drifted off.

Part Three

Brian's POV
September 25, 2006
Brian's loft

Brian washed the remaining traces of shaving cream away and dried his skin. Eyes fixed on the mirror, he made sure
he was perfectly shaven. Satisfied, he washed his hands, pulled his towel off and hung it up neatly before strolling
out of the bathroom.

As he leaned over to put on his briefs, he heard a small, happy noise coming from the bed. He laughed, pulled up his
underwear and turned around. Justin was blinking sleepily, a content smile on his face and the duvet pulled up to his
chin.

"What time is it?" he asked through a yawn.

Brian walked to his closet and sorted through the suits. "Around seven."

He looked back at Justin over his shoulder, watched him stretch and then burrow under the duvet again. "Shit, I
could sleep for another hour."

Brian settled on a black suit and laid it out on the bed. "Then go back to sleep. Just don't move, you'll wrinkle my
suit."

Justin made a noise that Brian couldn't clearly decipher, but stayed where he was, his eyes open and on Brian.

Brian pretended he wasn't being watched closely and kept getting dressed as casually as possible. Socks, white shirt,
pants, shoes. He went back to the closet, sifting through his ties.

"The red one," Justin called from the bed.

"This?" he asked with distaste and held one up over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

"No. Darker one."

Brian pulled out another one and held it up. Justin made an affirmative noise and Brian looked at the tie more
closely before tying it around his neck as he walked into the bathroom to fix his hair.

When he came back Justin was still in bed. He grabbed the suit jacket. "Want me to set the alarm clock for you?" he
asked and swatted Justin's ass.

Justin groaned and turned around. "I'm getting up."

Brian grinned to himself and left Justin in the bedroom. Justin saying he was getting up didn't necessarily mean he
actually was doing so and Brian stopped bothering to wait on him after the first couple of times it had happened.

He was sipping his first cup of coffee when Justin finally padded down the stairs, wearing only briefs and a half
buttoned up shirt.

"Wearing my clothes now?" Brian asked and raised an eyebrow.

"It's the one your wore yesterday, it needs to be laundered anyway." Justin poured himself a coffee and went to join
Brian, who sat at the counter.

"You could have worn your own shirt," Brian grumbled and kicked at Justin's leg playfully.

Justin made a face. "There's dried cum all over it." Brian chuckled and Justin rolled his eyes at him over the rim of
his mug. He quickly finished his coffee before getting up and refilling his cup.

"I'm fucking tired," he muttered as he put the coffee on the counter. He rubbed his face with both hands and
groaned. "I could use another few hours of sleep."

Brian grinned smugly. "The youth of today is full of wimps," he teased, and reached for Justin.

Justin snorted, but didn't resist when Brian pulled him between his legs. They kissed slowly, and Brian ran his hands
down Justin's back to the hem of the shirt. He pushed it up to rest his hands on Justin's ass and squeezed it playfully.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against Justin's. This close, he could smell the lingering traces of sex on
him and the coffee on his breath.

Justin smiled and dropped his hand to Brian's lap, palming his dick. Brian was half-hard already, and he sighed
softly when Justin's hand squeezed him gently.

"One last fuck before you go to work?"

"I wish I could say yes, but I'm already late. Got a meeting I need to prepare for." Brian extracted himself from
Justin, shrugging apologetically and stood.

"Are you busy tonight?"

Brian retrieved his briefcase. "I might be." He frowned. "What? You want to ask me out on a fucking date?"

Justin sighed loudly. "Stop queening out. I have no interest in going on a date. I want to fuck. Since I have to settle
for jerking off this morning, I thought we could get together tonight, is all."

Brian rolled his lips inwards and shrugged. "I'll come get you at eight," he suggested, trying to sound less harsh, and
shot Justin a small smile.

Justin walked over to him and fumbled with Brian's tie a little. "See, that wasn't too hard," he teased and kissed
Brian. "I'll shower here if you don't mind."

"Whatever." Brian shrugged and kissed Justin again, deeper and longer. "Set the alarm on your way out."

He left the loft, and Justin, then. Kinnetik was picking up more business every day, and today would be hell because
Cynthia had taken the day off to see her mother and Brian had a meeting with a cunty client on top of it. He was still
smiling anyway.

* * *
Justin's POV
September 29, 2006
Woody's


Brian's thrusts sped up and Justin clenched his ass around Brian's dick. Brian groaned in his ear and bit it gently.

"Christ, Justin," he hissed.

Justin grunted and pushed back against Brian, taking him a little deeper. He turned his face, nuzzling Brian's jaw,
kissing it wetly and tasting the salty sweat of Brian's skin. "Just get me off," he panted.

Brian had both hands planted firmly against the partition between the small stall they were squeezed into and the
next one and Justin covered one of the hands with his. He urged it downwards to his dick. Brian obeyed, curling his
hand around it, and Justin left his on top.

Together they jerked Justin's cock with long, fast strokes and Brian fucked him in the same rhythm.

Justin laid his head back against Brian's shoulder and titled it to catch Brian's lips in a kiss as he came with a
shudder.

They remained propped against the wall, coming down slowly, before Brian pulled out.

Dressed, hands washed and hair fixed as best as possible, they went back outside. As they walked back to the table
where the guys sat, Brian threw his arm around Justin's shoulder.

Justin had quickly gotten used to hanging out with Brian's friends. They were all older than he was, but no one
seemed to care much that Justin was just out of College. The first few times, Justin had made Daphne come with
him, feeling too weird to tag along when he was just Brian's fuck buddy or whatever they were. Debbie insisting he
go to every single family dinner had made things easier for Justin and he quickly got used to Brian's extended
family.

"Where's my drink?" Brian asked as soon as they reached the table and grabbed the glass Emmett pointed at.

"Looks like you two had a good time?" Emmett wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Justin flushed and laughed. "We always do."

"As if sex with me could ever be anything but great," Brian boasted with a playful smirk on his face. Justin rolled
his eyes and swatted his chest.

Brian pulled him into a kiss, sliding his tongue right past Justin's lips and running it over his. Justin moaned softly
and shifted his body for a better angle.

"They're going to disappear into the bathroom again in a second," Ted complained teasingly and everyone laughed.

Justin pulled away. "We're not. We're good for a little while before we need the next break."

The two of them shared a grin and Justin felt Brian's hand slide down his back to his ass, squeezing it.

"How about we play some pool then. Brian, you still owe me a rematch," Ben suggested.

"Mikey, you up for consoling your husband once I beat him?" Brian asked. His hand was still stroking Justin's ass,
and Justin leaned into him.

If Brian kept it up, he'd need that next break sooner than expected.

* * *

Brian's POV
October 2, 2006
Liberty Diner

Brian pushed open the door to the diner, a scowl already firmly in place. He stopped at the counter and leaned onto
it.

"A roasted veggie sandwich, Deb," he ordered when Debbie caught his eyes. "To go."

Debbie studied him for a short moment. "No time to sit down?"

"Gotta get back to work. Fucking client took up all my time this morning. Sometimes I wonder why the fuck they
pay me for their ads when they think they know what's selling better anyway," he groused, the last line dripping with
sarcasm.

Debbie patted his cheek. "Take a seat and I'll get that sandwich for you right away. Want a coffee while you wait?"

Brian nodded and looked around for any of the guys. In the second to last booth he spotted a familiar blond head, the
back turned to him and a good-looking guy across from him, light brown hair, angular face, broad shoulders. "Is that
Justin?" he asked when Debbie poured him the coffee.

"Yup," she smirked. "That guy has been hitting on him for the last thirty minutes now. Pretty blunt, too."

Brian forced a smile. "I'm going to wait with him until the sandwich is ready."

He took his coffee and walked to the booth where Justin sat. The closer the got, the more obvious the situation
became. It definitely wasn't just the guy flirting. Justin was leaning over the table, a smile on his face and all but
batting his fucking eyelashes.

"Sunshine," Brian drawled out, sliding into the booth next to him.

Justin looked up startled. "Hi." He gave Brian a smile. "Having lunch?"

"Just waiting for my order. I need to get back to work," he explained and casually slid his arm over the back of the
booth.

"I got to get back to the gallery soon, too," Justin sighed. "There's a new show opening this Friday and I'm swamped
with work."

Brian leaned a little closer, ignoring the guy across from them completely. "When are you off tonight? I can come
get you and we'll go to my place. Order dinner, maybe go out later?" he suggested, dropping his voice.

Justin licked his lips. "Around six would be good."

The guy cleared his throat and Brian looked at him with a smirk. "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?" he
inquired, looking at Justin pointedly.

Justin looked from him to Brian, first with a soft flush and then he laughed. "I don't. That's just Brian."

"Oh?" The guy looked curiously and Brian frowned. He itched to ask what 'just Brian' was supposed to mean, but
instead he forced himself to look unbothered. If Justin wanted to fuck the guy, it was his business. Even if he could
do better.

"Brian and me are just…uh, buddies." Justin waved his hand dismissively. "He doesn't do boyfriends." Justin's voice
was teasing now and he looked back at Brian. "Right, Brian?"

"You're fucking right, I don't," Brian snapped and stood up, relieved when he saw Debbie approaching with a
styrofoam container. "Got to go," he muttered and took it from Debbie before stalking out of the diner.

* * *

Brian's POV
October 3, 2006
Babylon

Brian only needed to scan the crowds of Babylon once to spot Justin. He was dancing up a storm, his body swaying
in perfect rhythm to the music. And he wasn't alone.

Brian recognized the face immediately. The fucking idiot from the diner. Had Justin really fallen for that guy's shit?
He scowled and pushed through the crowd, walking up to the catwalk, drink in hand.

Leaning against the railing, he watched the crowd, but he didn't see anyone who spiked his interest. Apparently, it
was Troll Tuesday and no one had fucking told him.

His eyes kept flitting to Justin, who was still grinding against the guy.

"Brian!"

Brian turned his head, seeing Emmett pushing past people. "We were already wondering where you were. Aren't you
going to come down and join us?"

"You ladies will have to do without me. I have more important business to attend to," Brian replied with a fake
smirk.

"U-hu." Emmett leaned against the railing next to him and looked down. He had that knowing smile on his face that
meant he was about to say something incredibly annoying. "The guy Justin is dancing with is pretty hot."

Brian snorted. "Someone with your low standards would think so."

"Excuse me? What's not to like about that guy? He's tall, handsome, he can dance." Emmett smiled. "I'm happy for
Justin."

Brian gritted his jaw and he kept his eyes on the dance floor. "Why the fuck would you be happy for Justin? It's not
like he doesn't usually get any."

"Oh, no, I know he gets plenty. But that's just sex. This guy seems to be really interested in Justin."

"Right. A guy will do anything to get in someone's pants."

Emmett made an amused noise. "You know, some people actually want relationships, Brian."

"Yeah, well, some people are pathetic," Brian replied with distaste.

"Guess Justin is one of those pathetic people then. Cause he wants a relationship."

Brian's hands around the railing tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Did he say that?" he asked, his voice tight.

Emmett's hand covered his, squeezing lightly. "Brian, you know that Justin likes relationships. What you give him is
just sex, and I know he likes it and it's great, but it's just something he does while he's single."

Brian pulled his hand away and glared at Emmett. "Fuck you, Honeycutt. If Justin wants a relationship, that's his
problem. I got nothing to do with that, and I certainly don't give a fuck, so take your fucking pity elsewhere."

Emmett looked solemnly at him and Brian pushed past him. "I'm getting a fucking drink," he snapped.

When he reached the bar, a hand grabbed his arm from behind. He turned, ready to snap and came face to face with
a smiling Justin.

"I was already thinking you wouldn't come tonight."

Brian smirked. "Don't worry, I'm planning on coming several times," he replied sarcastically.

Justin laughed and stepped closer. He leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to Brian's cheek. "Want to get me drink?" he
asked, his voice flirty.

"Isn't that your date's job?"

"What date?" Justin frowned and then he chuckled. "You mean Andy?"

"I don't fucking care what his name is," Brian replied in a clipped voice and tried to extract himself from Justin.

"He's not my date. I just ran into him here and he asked me for a dance, is all." He shrugged. "Are you mad because
I danced with him?"

"I'm not your fucking boyfriend. Dance all you want," Brian snapped. He turned away and caught a guy staring at
him. He was hot enough, so Brian gave him a smirk. "Now, excuse me, I got better things to do."

He walked past Justin, and headed for the backroom. The guy followed. Apparently, so did Justin because he got in
Brian's way halfway to the backroom. Justin glared at the trick behind Brian and snarled "Fuck off."

"What do you think you're doing?" Brian exclaimed.

"We're not done talking," Justin replied loudly. "You're a fucking asshole, Brian Kinney, you know that? You have
no right acting like this."

"Like what?"

"Like a jealous boyfriend. You can't have both, Brian, not being my boyfriend but having the right to behave like
one. If it's just fucking, like you've told me a thousand times, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I want. Now, if you
want more, get over yourself and tell me." Justin turned away from him and stomped off.

"Fuck you," Brian yelled, not caring that Justin wouldn't be able to hear him over the music and walked on to the
backroom.

* * *
Justin's POV
October 5, 2006
Justin's studio

There was a loud knock on the door. "It's open," Justin called and kept painting steadily, his eyes remaining fixed on
the canvas in front of him. He heard the door creaking open and the clicking of shoes on the cement floor.

Someone cleared his throat behind him, and there was no doubt in Justin's mind who it was. "What?" he asked.

"Daphne told me you were here," Brian said with a soft voice. "I didn't know it was your day off at gallery…I was
looking for you."

Justin shrugged and dipped the brush into the blue paint. There was some rustling behind him and when he glanced
over his shoulder Brian had sat down on a box. "Did you come here for a reason?" Justin inquired, turning back to
his easel. Lifting his hand, he left a bold, long stroke of blue on the canvas.

The room remained silent for a while and Justin kept painting, pretending Brian wasn't there, watching him.

"I was thinking about what happened the other night," Brian finally broke the silence.

Justin stopped the movement of his brush. "You mean you behaving like an asshole because someone was interested
in me."

"Justin," Brian sighed.

Justin turned around and looked at him expectantly. "It's the truth, Brian."

"I know," Brian answered, his voice agitated and too loud. "Okay? I know. I was being a jerk…I didn't like it."

"Didn't like what?" Justin challenged. To his surprise Brian looked straight at him, not backing down and got up.
Brian walked over to him.

"I didn't like seeing you with him. You're free to fuck whoever you want, but I don't want you…," Brian trailed off
and grimaced.

Justin smirked. "You don't want me seeing anyone?" he suggested. "Other than you?"

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, shrugging helplessly and not meeting Justin's eyes. "Yeah, I guess."

"And now you expect me to just say 'okay' to all of this?"

Brian looked at him and reached out, wrapping one arm around him. "Justin…"

"You'll get paint all over you," Justin warned with a smirk.

Brian shrugged and leaned in, kissing him.

When he pulled back he looked a little unsure, obviously trying to come up with the right thing to say. "I…," he
started.

Justin grinned and kissed him again, silencing him. "We're going to talk about this more, but for now," he said when
they pulled apart, and smiled, "…okay."

~the end~