Justin’s POV “Shit Brian!!! You damn idiot!!” The laugh got stuck in my throat. I grumbled some obscenities under my breath when I rushed through the wet sand. The rain drummed hard on my back and within a few seconds I was as wet as if I had fallen into the Sea. The water didn’t look very dangerous though. There was just water, water, nothing else than water and no sign of a brown haired moron who had to prove the world that he was though enough to take an ice-bath. “Brian, if I find you living out there, I’ll kill you!” I shouted over the Sea. I had no clue why I was so worried about him, but the thought that something happened to him was scaring me shitless. “Please, no. I think my best body part died already, and that’s bad enough.” A soft voice suddenly startled me. Next to me stood Brian, or better a pitiable person with blue lips, a red nose and clinging hair. “I guess, the water is too cold for swimming. Haaaachoooooooo.” Brian sneezed and coughed and looked then with compassionate eyes in his trunks. “Poor baby, he almost went numb.” “God you are so stupid.” I shook my head. Should I laugh or slap him? I had to restrain myself from jumping into his arms though. I was so happy to see him, but I better banished this thought from my head. I didn’t want to get into trouble. “I’m sure you don’t need him here. There aren’t any tricks anyway. So lets go to our house. You can put on some warm clothes and drink some hot tea before something else will go numb too.” I said instead. My idea had been good. Although there was a little problem. The heating didn’t work. Great, what a hovel did they palmed off on us? Ted could have invested his money better! “Hmm, I guess we have to snuggle up then, so your body can warm me.” Brian smirked at me. He had a real strange kind of humor. I was convinced now that he had some serious brain damage. There was no way that I would cuddle with him! But I didn’t want to be mean, so I offered to go into a cozy bar where he could warm up before he really would catch a cold. I didn’t like sick people around because I didn’t want to get sick too. Then I slammed the bedroom door into his face and got rid of my wet clothes. Brian’s POV Somehow my charm didn’t work on Justin. I had hoped that he wouldn’t protest that much when I made the “snuggle up remark”. Well, then I had to find another way to seduce him. I was finally honest to myself: It was driving me crazy that he was the only one who was immune to my seduction. Nobody refused me before. Okay maybe Peter did, but this was another story. However, I knew that I had to fuck Justin one time, just one time, then he would be meaningless to me. Roger, that odd guy who played our butler or whatever, drove us to the nearest town. “I guess that stupid place doesn’t even have a bar.” I grumbled. We were walking around for an eternity already or so it seemed. My feet hurt and I still felt cold. “Look, there is something!” Justin suddenly shouted and excitingly hit my shoulder. “I can’t read the language. But that picture looks like a beer. Although I must confess that painter didn’t do a very good job.” “I’m sure you had painted it better.” I said sarcastically. Justin and his passion for art sometimes got on my nerves. He was a soccer player, and not a lesbian artist. Damn it! “Yes, in fact, I CAN paint better!” Great, I made Blondie mad again. I should learn to keep my big mouth shut. Since I didn’t know what else to say anyway, I grabbed his small hand and dragged him to the picture of the beer. Under it stood a fat dangerous looking guy and starred skeptically at us. When his look fell on our joined hands his face suddenly lifted up though. “Ah…” He grinned. And then he suddenly began to tell us an entire novel in Finnish. “God, I thought he would never open the door. Are all Finnish people that talkative? What did that guy actually want from us?” Justin asked confused when we had entered the dusky club. I only shrugged and looked around. Whatever the guy wanted, it probably wasn’t important. More important was to find out if this club was gay-friendly. In a corner I saw two men kissing and grinned. I knew it! Sometimes I was just lucky. Justin’s POV Finally we stood at the bar and I could order a beer. But I had no time to drink it because a stranger was suddenly whispering into my ear. “Huh?” I jumped aside when I looked into the face of an unknown man. That means, if it even was a man. He wore lipstick and eye-shadow and had long hair that probably was fake. Besides his legs stuck in some pantyhose and long boots. That all belonged to a typical woman. The only thing that didn’t belong to a woman was the deep manly voice and that - I tried not to shudder - prominent bulge in his crotch. Great. Now a fucking drag queen was attracted to me! “See Justin, this beautiful lady has the hots for you.” I could clearly see how amused Brian was. Asshole! “Do you like him? You can have him.” Brian said and winked at him. God, I really wanted to strangle that fucker right now. How could he throw me at this ugly queen? The strange woman-man smiled back and put a hand on my chest. Oh I almost choked as the short fingers with long red nails began to stroke and massage me. “You are from America, aren’t you? Hmm, I love American people. You guys are so open and not afraid of showing your true emotions and preferences.” The Queen purred like a content cat. And with a broad grin he turned to Brian. “Thanks for sharing your cutie.” “No prob. We are in a pretty open relationship. Go, take him and make him happy.” The brunette smiled back. “Are you mad?” I screamed after finding my voice again. “You didn’t even ask what I want! And we aren’t in a relationship, you dumb fuck!” I almost cried in frustration. Now I knew again why I couldn’t stand Brian. I had almost forgotten that he was my enemy in the last couple of days. But now I hated him with passion again. “Ah my boy here doesn’t want to tell everybody that we are together.” Brian still grinned when he looked at the Queen. “But that doesn’t change anything.” God, why couldn’t he just give up that stupid game? “Are you two really boyfriends?” The Queen looked doubtfully at us. “Sure, I’ll prove it to you.” Before I could even react, Brian suddenly crashed his lips hard against my mouth.