Thanks to my beta CuJo.  Enjoy everyone.  If you find any mistakes let me know, you know how I am adding stuff like crazy.  
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<i>Just a little kiss on the lips 
And I was on my knees</i>

Justin walked inside Babylon and spotted Michael right away.  “Hey.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”  Michael asked.

“You know,” Justin said smirking.  “You might as well buy a gun and shoot me.  I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael grimaced.  “Like I would bother with you, I’m not worried.  Brian is going to dump you soon enough.  He’ll get tired of you eventually.”

Justin shrugged.  “Everything must come to an end.  So I guess you don’t have to worry about nothing.”

“You’re just...his fuck buddy,” Michael told him.

“I’m glad you can see how things work, Mikey,” Justin smiled and asked for a beer.  “What are you worried about?”

“Nothing,” Michael told him quickly.

“Good,” Justin smiled at him.  “All is settled.”

Michael sighed.  “If you’re looking for Brian, he is in the backroom.”

Justin took a sip of his beer and smiled.  He got closer to Michael and chuckled.  “You need to get a life, Mikey.  Be like me, mine doesn’t revolve around him.”

Michael frowned.  “What do you mean?”

Justin shook his head.  “I’m going to dance.”

Michael watched him go and sighed.  Then he smiled, happy to know that Justin didn’t want Brian for anything other that fucking.  He was sure to tell Brian what Justin had said.

“Why are you smiling like that?”  Ted asked.

Michael shrugged.  “I’m happy.”

“Okay,” Ted said.  “Wasn’t Brian here with you?”

“He’s in the backroom,” Michael sighed.  “He’ll be back.”

Ted nodded and then saw that Michael was staring at someone on the dance floor.  He saw Justin laughing as Emmett danced with him.  “Michael, can I ask you something?”

“What?”  Michael asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Do you hate Justin?”  Ted asked.

“What?”  Michael asked in surprise.

“I know you don’t like him,” Ted said.

Michael frowned and kept quiet.

“Brian likes him a lot,” Ted pointed out.

“Shut up,” Michael grunted.

“Don’t you want Brian to be happy?”  Ted asked.

Michael’s body froze.  “But...it’s not going to be with Justin.”

“I see,” Ted swallowed hard.  He wanted to ask Michael if it was supposed to be with him but didn’t.  He turned towards the bartender and lifted his hand.  He always asked for the same thing so the bartender knew exactly what he wanted.  

“I’m going to talk with Emmett,” Michael said as he put the beer on the bar.

“Sweetie,” Emmett said kissing Michael on the cheek when Michael joined them.  “Want to dance with us?”

“Not really,” Michael told him as he stared at Justin.

Justin rolled his eyes.  

“Can I talk with you?” Michael asked not wanting to be there with Justin.

“Sure,” Emmett told him knowing that Michael was just trying to make Justin go away.

“I’m going to go,” Justin said knowing that Michael was being an asshole.  “I think I’m going to the backroom and see what I find there.”

Michael shot daggers at him.  

Justin searched for Brian in the back room.  He found the brunet against the wall doing up his pants.  “Hey.”

Brian arched a brow.

“Do you have any E?”  Justin asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Brian nodded and took one out.  He smiled and put it in his mouth.  Justin eagerly went after the hit.  They shared the E and then continued kissing.

“Let’s get a drink,” Brian told him.

Justin shook his head.  “I want to fuck someone.”

Brian bit his lower lip.  He didn’t think he could bottom for the blond where everyone would see them.  He knew where to draw the line.

“Ah,” Justin said looking towards a couch where a guy was jerking off.  “We found our prey.”

Brian turned to look at the trick.  “We?” But he followed the blond nonetheless.

Justin laughed and sat next to the trick.  “Hey.”

The trick looked at Justin and then at Brian.  He turned his back to the armrest and closed his eyes as he threw his head back.  He kept on jerking off and opened his legs to show Justin.

“I think that’s an invitation,” Justin said looking at Brian.

Brian scoffed as he watched Justin undo his pants.  For a moment, he didn’t want the blond fucking the trick.  He wanted to be at the loft fucking Justin.

Justin put a condom on and then reached for the tricks jeans.  He finished pushing them down and got rid of them.  He grabbed the tricks legs and placed them on his shoulder.  “Lube,” he extended his hand at Brian.

Brian sighed as he gave his lube to the blond.  He watched, fascinated, as Justin started to fuck the guy.  

“He’s good,” Justin grunted.

“Yeah,” Brian said, about to turn around and leave.

Justin saw at Brian and knew he was about to go.  “Hey,” he said.  He moaned as he pushed into the trick.  He smiled at Brian and extended his fist towards Brian.  He opened the fist revealing a condom.

Brian looked down at the condom that the blond was offering.  He took it and moved behind Justin.

“Hurry up,” Justin hissed.

Brian opened his jeans and pushed them down quickly to the middle of his thighs.  He stroked himself twice and then put the condom on.  He grabbed the lube that Justin had thrown on the couch and put a vast amount on his cock.  Then, grabbing Justin’s hips, he positioned himself.

“Oh fuck!” Justin yelled as Brian penetrated him.  “Yes,” he threw his head back.  He was in heaven as the pleasure of Brian fucking him while he fucked some guy, coursed through him.

Brian grabbed Justin by his left shoulder and his right hip.  He could hear the trick moaning while Justin just groaned.  Brian started to kiss Justin’s neck as his hand moved down the blond’s back and then inside Justin’s shirt.  He moved his hand up scratching the smooth skin.

“Fuck!” Justin hissed.  He licked the sweat off his upper lip and opened his eyes briefly. He smiled seeing that they had an audience.  He liked that a lot.  He put his hands on the armrest and started moving faster.

Brian pulled his hands away and grabbed Justin’s hips with both hands.  He felt Justin’s body shake from his orgasm.  Then it was the trick and then himself.  He pulled away quickly and got rid of the condom.

Justin pulled away and smiled at the trick.  “You were really good.”

“Thanks,” the trick told him.  “Maybe we can get together.”

Justin was getting rid of the condom when what the trick was saying registered.  He looked at the trick who was just a teenager and he shook his head.  “I don’t do boyfriends.”

“Why not?” the trick asked pulling his pants up.  

“It’s just the way it is,” Justin told him as he pulled his pants up too.  

The trick frowned.  “Well, you’re with him.”

Justin looked at Brian and laughed.  Brian didn’t find it so funny.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Justin told him. “It’s just fucking you now.  Can you blame me?  He’s Brian Kinney after all.”

The trick smiled and nodded.  Justin moved closer and kissed the boy.

Brian was zipping his pants when he looked at Justin and saw him kissing the trick.  He grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him to him.  “Let’s go.”

Justin laughed and nodded.  He zipped his pants and followed the brunet out of the backroom.  

“How many E’s did you take before mine?” Brian asked as he stopped to look at Justin’s eyes.

“Just one with Emmett,” Justin said and smirked.  “And maybe two more before that.”

Brian shook his head.  “Let’s get you some water.”

Justin stopped Brian by grabbing him by the arm.  “I’m not some little, kid, Brian. I know my limit.  When I need water I’ll get it for myself.”

Brian stared at the blond and just nodded.

“Good,” Justin said.  “Now let’s get that drink.”

Brian followed him and didn’t know what he was feeling.  A part of him wanted to slap Justin for being so rude but the other part felt more attracted to the blond.

“Hey, Mikey,” Brian said, kissing his friend on the cheek when they reached the bar. 

Michael frowned when he received the kiss.  Brian always kissed him on the mouth.  He sighed thinking it was Justin’s doing.  “Want to dance?”

Brian shook his head as he asked for a beer.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”  Justin asked Michael.

“What is it to you?”  Michael asked.  “It’s none of your fucking business.”

Justin sighed.  “I was just trying to have a conversation.”

“Well, I don’t want to say anything to you,” Michael told him.  “I’m just waiting for Brian to dump you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Brian said.  “We would have to be together for me to dump him.”

Michael smirked at Justin.  “Yeah, I forgot he was just a simple trick.”

Justin was tired of Michael’s attitude.  He knew exactly how to retaliate.  “Well, that was fun, Brian,” he said looking back at Brian.

“What was?”  Michael asked; his interest was peeked.

“Fucking a guy while Brian fucked me,” Justin told him.  “It’s none of your business really.  Although,” he ran a hand across Michael’s face.  “I bet you would love for Brian to fuck you.”

“Justin,” Brian said sternly.  “Cut it out.”

Justin laughed and looked at Brian.  He tried to look innocent.

“Is he high?”  Michael asked.

“Not yet,” Justin laughed.  “And if I was, I would still be saying the truth.”

“Fuck you,” Michael hissed.  “Brian, tell him to shut up.”

“Oh, I hit a nerve,” Justin laughed.  “Mikey wants to be fucked by his best friend.”

Brian glared at Justin.

“You know that he has a big cock,” Justin said really close to Michael.  “I bet you dream about that.”

“Fuck off!”  Michael yelled.

“Justin,” Brian said.

Justin looked at Brian and laughed.  He moved towards the brunet and kissed him hard.  He pushed his tongue inside the warm mouth and pulled back when Brian moaned.  “Later,” he had his little revenge where Michael was concerned.

“You didn’t say anything to him,” Michael protested.  “God, what an asshole.”

Brian shrugged.  He watched as Justin disappeared.  He couldn’t believe how the blond could manipulate him with just one kiss.  He looked at Michael and sighed knowing that he should have stopped Justin from saying anything else about Michael wanting him...no matter how true it was.

***

<i>You’re dirty and you’re sweet
You know you’re everything to me</i>

“So, have you talked to Justin lately?”  Michael asked.

Brian frowned and shook his head.  “Why would I?”

“So, it’s over?”  Michael asked hoping Justin was a thing of the past.

“What’s over?”  Brian asked.

“You’re not going to see him again?”  Michael asked.

Brian laughed.  “I don’t know, Mikey.  He appears out of nowhere and we fuck and that’s that.”

“But he doesn’t want you,” Michael said.  “You’re like his fuck buddy.”

“That’s exactly what I need,” Brian said.  “I’m not looking for anything else.”

“Why not?”  Michael asked.  “I mean...I thought that when you were older you would find someone to settle down with.”

“Yeah, right,” Brian laughed. “No way.”

Michael felt his heart breaking.  But he had faith that if he was patient, Brian would want a partner in the long run.

“Don’t worry about Justin so much.  He’s just some guy trying to have fun,” Brian told Michael.

“How old is he?”  Michael asked.

Brian stopped and looked at his friend.  He had no idea how old Justin was.  He shrugged and kept on walking.

“You don’t know how old he is?”  Michael asked.  “How many times have you fucked him?”

“What the fuck do you care?”  Brian asked annoyed.  “And what does it has to do with me fucking him?”

Michael sighed.  “I’m just trying to make you see that this guy is nothing but trouble.”

Brian chuckled.  “He’s harmless, Mikey.”

Michael rolled his eyes and kept walking towards the dinner with Brian.

Brian pulled his phone out when he felt it vibrating.  He looked at the number, arched a brow then answered.  “Yeah.”

“What are you doing?”  Justin asked.

“What the fuck do you want?”  Brian asked.

Justin smiled and shrugged.  “Just wanted to see you, I guess.”

Brian rolled his eyes.

“Can you come to my apartment?”  Justin asked.

Brian looked at his watch.  “What for?”

“To fuck, Brian,” Justin told him.  “What else would I call you for?”

Brian used his tongue in cheek expression and nodded to himself.  “Fine.”

“Good,” Justin said.  “Later, stud.”

Brian hung up the phone and looked at his watch.  “I have to go.”

“What?”  Michael asked as he stopped walking.  “Why?”

“There is something I have to do,” Brian told him.

“Was that him?”  Michael asked.

Brian looked at his phone.  “No, Mikey.  I have to go.  We’ll do this some other time,” he smiled and turned around, leaving Michael at the door of the diner.

Brian went back to his car and got inside.  There was traffic and also it started raining then.  Brian cursed and reached for his cigarettes.  He lit one while he waited for traffic to clear.  He laughed; amazed that he just had bailed on Michael to be with Justin.  Then he sobered thinking that it was actually a little scary.

Half an hour later, he was standing in front of Justin’s door.  He hesitated before he knocked.  He waited but no one answered.  He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, the door was unlocked.  “Justin?”

“I’m here,” Justin told him.

“Your door was unlocked,” Brian told him.

“I knew you were coming,” Justin said.

Brian closed the door and locked it.  He walked towards the kitchen but didn’t see the blond.  Then he moved to the living room where he found him.  Brian cocked his head to the side and looked at Justin questioningly.

Justin smiled at Brian.  “Hey.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”  Brian asked.  Justin was standing in the middle of a glossy-black, rectangular, long table.

“I bought this yesterday,” Justin told him.  “Sit down.  I poured you a drink.”

Brian took off his suit jacket and sat down.  He looked at the drink and raised a brow at the blond.

“It doesn’t have poison in it,” Justin laughed and then looked at the remote in his hand.  He pressed a button and exotic music started playing.  He put the remote down and looked at Brian.

Brian cleared his throat.  “What are you doing?”

“Are you ready for dinner?”  Justin asked smirking.

Brian frowned, not sure what the blond had planned.  “Depends.”

“On?”  Justin asked.

“What are we having?”  Brian asked.

“Raw meat,” Justin licked his lips and closed his eyes as he started dancing.  “You can savoir it but won’t be able to swallow it down...just the tasty juices that come out of it.”

Brian let out a chuckle and watched as the blond danced decadently in front of him.  He felt himself getting hard so he grabbed his drink and sat back to enjoy the show.

Justin started to run his hands over his chest then they moved along his body.  He turned around and shook his ass for Brian. “I hope you like it.”

“I think I might,” Brian whispered.

Justin smiled and got on his knees.  His body moved with the music.  He took off his shirt and then turned around so that Brian could see him pinching his nipples.  “I want you to fuck me so hard.”

Brian’s mouth watered as Justin licked his palm and then slid his hand inside his pants.  He was surely going to fuck the blond.  

“Do you like this?”  Justin asked as he started crawling towards Brian.

Brian stayed silent.  Justin smiled and kissed the brunet.  Brian reached for Justin’s cock and rubbed a few times before Justin pulled away.  

“This is my show,” Justin told him.

“Okay,” Brian said and he finished his drink.  “Move it along.”

Justin lay on his back and took off his pants.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear.  He turned around and crawled away from Brian.  “I want you, Brian.”

Brian licked his lips and unzipped his pants.  He grabbed hold of his cock and started to jerk off while never taking his eyes off of Justin.

Justin got up and started dancing slowly.  He walked close to Brian and then turned around and bent over so that Brian could get a good look at his ass.  Brian’s body was burning up with lust.  

“Come here,” Brian hissed.  “Now, Justin.”

“No,” Justin told him like a petulant child and moved further from the brunet.  

Justin turned on the table so he was lying on his back.  He bent his legs and opened them so Brian could get a nice view.  Then he opened his cheeks briefly and clenched his asshole.

“Justin,” Brian warned.  “Come here.”

Justin shook his head and laughed.  He moved his hands to the side and planted his palms on the cold surface under him.  He started pushing his hips up and down as if he was getting fucked.  Then he whispered Brian’s name over and over again.

Brian was rock hard.  He wanted to fuck Justin so badly.  “Justin,” he called the blond but Justin didn’t come to him.  He was losing his patience.  

Justin turned on his belly and then got on all fours.  He started moaning and moving his hips to the rhythm of the music.  Brian had had enough.  He got up from his chair and reached for a condom.  He put it on the table and then got rid of his clothes.  He never took his eyes off of the blond as Justin reached in between his legs and started fingering himself.

Grabbing the condom Brian, got on the table and kneeled behind the blond.  “You are so dirty,” he whispered as he put the condom on.  

Justin put two fingers in his mouth and wet them before he started opening himself for Brian once again.  Brian watched amazed as Justin worked himself.  He had never been so horny in his life.  He grabbed Justin’s hand and stopped him.  

“Fuck me,” Justin moaned.  

Brian positioned himself and entered the hot channel.  “Oh fuck.”

Justin put his palms flat on the table and gripped Brian hard inside of him.  He moaned, feeling the member throbbing in him.

“Oh fuck,” Brian grunted and pushed once again, finally thrusting deep inside the blond.

Justin smiled and closed his eyes.  “Oh yes.”

Brian ran his hands over Justin’s back.  He moved slowly knowing that Justin wanted him to go faster but it was payback time.

“Brian!”  Justin shouted.  He wanted to come so badly.

“Is there a problem?”  Brian asked.

“Oh fuck,” Justin pushed himself on Brian’s cock.  “Is there something wrong...old man?”

Brian bit Justin’s shoulder blade hard.  Justin gasped and pushed back against Brian.  

Brian grabbed Justin’s hips and started to push and pull Justin’s body all by himself.  After a while, he removed his hands and let Justin take control, but it lasted for only a few minutes before Brian was directing things again.  

“Fuck...yes!”  Justin screamed as Brian pushed in and out of him.  He was trying to hold on but the table was slick with their sweat so his hands just kept on sliding.

Brian pushed Justin’s whole body down.  “Don’t move.”

Justin did as told and Brian took care of all movement.  When he was getting close he managed to slip his hand in between his body and the table.  Justin pushed his hips up and touched himself.

Brian turned Justin’s head to the side and kissed him.  Kissing the blond felt amazing.  He gripped Justin’s waist hard and came with the blond.  Justin grunted his pleasure as Brian did the same.  When they were done, the heat started to drop back down.

Brian pulled away and sat on his hunches as Justin turned around.  Justin smiled and sat up.  He stuck two fingers in his own semen and then offered them to Brian.  Brian opened his mouth and sucked on them.

“As promised,” Justin told him.  

Brian licked his lips and kissed him.  His tongue tasted Justin warm mouth.  

“I think I like this table,” Brian said when he pulled back.  He caressed Justin’s face and kissed him again.  He hugged the blond to him as he kissed him.

“You’re a good kisser,” Justin said.  

Brian arched a brow.  Justin laughed and got down from the table.  He sat in a chair and stared at Brian.

“What?”  Brian asked as he got off too.  He reached for his pants and put them on. 

“Where are you going?”  Justin asked.

“I have to go,” Brian told him.  He didn’t know why but he couldn’t stay there another second.  Justin was really affecting him.

“Okay,” Justin said and sighed.  

Brian stopped for a second and squatted in front of Justin.  “What do you want?” Someone always wanted something from him.

“What do you mean?” Justin asked.

Brian frowned and got up quickly.  “Nothing.”

“Brian,” Justin said.  “Don’t get weird on me.”

Brian smirked and put on his boots.  “Later.”

“Later,” Justin told him.

Brian stared at Justin for a few seconds.

“What is it?”  Justin asked not sure what Brian wanted now.

“How old are you?”  Brian asked.

Justin smiled.  “Why?”

Brian shrugged not sure what had prompted him to ask for the blond’s age.  It was just a thought...a question that he now had in his mind.

“Twenty-five,” Justin told him.

Brian wasn’t sure if he believed him.  Justin looked much younger than that.

“I know I look younger,” Justin told him.  “My license is here somewhere.  I’ll show you later and you’ll see I’m not lying.”

Brian nodded and walked to the door.  

“Brian,” Justin called to him, not even looking back at the brunet.

“What?”  Brian stopped with the door already open.

“How old are you?”  Justin asked.  He waited for an answer, but when there was none, he threw his head back as far as the chair allowed him so he could look at Brian.

Brian smirked and then left, never telling the blond.  Justin smiled and made a mental note to see if he could get it out of the brunet.  

***

<i>Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions</i>

Justin looked around himself and felt sick.  He pushed the trick that was sucking him off away and zipped his pants.  He walked out of the backroom and outside to get some air.  “Jesus fuck!”

“Are you okay?” a guy that was passing by asked.

“Mind your fucking business,” Justin told him.

“Whatever,” the guy said as he walked away.

Justin started to search his pockets for his cell phone.  When he found it, he dialed number eight which was the number in speed dial that would get him Brian.

“What do you want?”  Brian answered as he sat at his desk at home.

“I’m in jail,” Justin said.

“You’re where?”  Brian asked stopping cold.

“I’m in jail,” Justin told him then he chuckled.  “Actually, I’m in front of Babylon.  I can’t find my car.  Could you come pick me up?” he just didn’t want to bother with remembering where he had parked and then driving.

Brian closed his eyes and thought of a million reasons of why he shouldn’t, but just one of why he should.  “Stay put.”

When Brian arrived at Babylon, Justin was sitting on the steps.  Justin looked up when the sound of the honk got his attention.

“Hurry up,” Brian shouted.  “I don’t have all day for you.”

Justin laughed and got up.  He got inside the car and smiled at Brian.  “My hero,” he mocked.

Brian shook his head.  “Where the fuck is your car?”

“Who the fuck knows?”  Justin groaned.  “My head hurts too much to think.”

“Whatever,” Brian said.

“It’s dark,” Justin said as he looked out of the window.

Brian frowned.  “Are you drunk and high?  Of course is dark, is night.”

“I was just making an observation,” Justin told him and then, grabbing the handle of the seat, he pushed it back all the way.

“What the fuck are you doing?”  Brian asked.

“You know,” Justin said.  “If you park the car you could fuck me.”

Brian gripped the steering wheel.  “You’re definitely drunk.”

Justin laughed.  “Yeah, but you can still fuck me.”  

Brian didn’t stop the car.  “We’ll be at the loft in just a few seconds.”

Justin mumbled something.  Brian shook his head not sure why the fuck he was even here.  When he got to the loft he looked at Justin and knew that the blond had fall asleep.  He got out of the car and then went to Justin’s side. 

“Justin,” Brian muttered.  “Fuck,” He just carried Justin to his loft.

Brian took a shower and when he came out, Justin was up and looking disoriented.  “What’s that fucking smell?”

“I think I puked,” Justin said getting out of the bed.  “What the fuck?”

“What?”  Brian asked as he walked to the side and grimaced.  “You better clean that.”

“I’m taking a shower,” Justin told him.

Brian shook his head as he went to the kitchen to make some coffee for the blond.  When Justin came out, he went directly to clean up his puke but Brian had already taking care of it.  

“It was stinking up the room,” Brian said coming behind Justin and giving him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” Justin told him.

“You owe me big time,” Brian told him.

“Yeah,” Justin said as he took a gulp of the coffee.  “Anything.”

Brian could see that the blond was distant.  “What’s going on?”

“Not much,” Justin told him.  He walked over to Brian and gave him the cup.  

“Tell me,” Brian said.

“I did a job and it wasn’t the best,” Justin sighed.  “It was a piece of crap so I destroyed it and when...when my boss asked for it...I told him someone stole it.”

Brian blinked a few times.  “Really?”

“I know that’s stupid,” Justin rubbed his eyes.  “No one knows that.  Then my father...oh well, my life is just so fucked up.”

Brian walked closer to Justin.  “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Brian,” Justin whispered.

“What?”  Brian asked as he stared inside the blue eyes.

“Have you ever lied to anyone, for whatever reason?”  Justin asked.

Brian nodded slowly.  “Yeah,” he shrugged.  “And no one knows that.”

“Okay,” Justin looked at the black cup and then away.  “I’m tired.”

“There is the bed,” Brian told him.  “Think you can find it.”

“Ha, ha,” Justin said dryly and dived in.  His body bouncing slightly as it hit the bed.

Brian walked to the kitchen and put the coffee on the counter.  He started turning off the lights after making sure he had set the alarm.  Then he came to the bed and got rid of the towel around his hips.  Justin opened his eyes briefly and smiled.

“Do you solve all your problems with booze?”  Brian asked.

“Not all of them,” Justin laughed.  “Yeah, it’s a bad habit.  I’m working on it.”

Brian smirked and turned on his side.  “What’s really bothering you?”

“Leave it alone,” Justin told him.

Brian shrugged.  “How tired are you?” Brian asked caressing Justin’s back.

Justin moved around until he managed to half crawl on top of Brian.  “I couldn’t get it up if I tried, Brian.  I don’t even know what I took.”

“Not very smart of you,” Brian told him.

“If you have any Viagra lying around it could help...or it could just kill me,” Justin chuckled as his eyes closed.

Brian kissed him on the forehead.  “Night.”

“Why did you come for me?”  Justin asked in a whisper.

Brian looked at the blond and smirked.  He had wanted to see him and that was that.  “No reason at all.”

Justin nodded slightly as he slipped into unconsciousness, but he knew better even though he wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

***

<i>If you had your way
You’d just shut me up
Make me go away</i>

Justin walked into the dinner and looked around for Brian.  He didn’t know why but somehow they had ended up agreeing to have breakfast before spending the day together.  Justin didn’t think anything of it and he was sure Brian thought the same way.  It was just...two friends spending the day together.  “Hey, guys,” Justin said sitting next to Emmett in the booth.

“Hey, sweetie,” Emmett said and kissed the blond on the cheek.  “How are you doing?”

“Great,” Justin told him.

“You can’t sit there,” Michael muttered.

Everyone in the booth turned to look at him.  

“Michael,” Emmett said shocked.

“Hey, honey.  What will it be?”  Debbie asked as she stood next to Michael.

“He’s not sitting with us,” Michael hissed.

Debbie frowned as she looked at her son.  “Michael, don’t be so rude.”

“That’s okay, I’m not five.  I know how to be an adult,” Justin told them as he got up.  “Just a cup of coffee, please.  I’ll be sitting over there.”

Debbie frowned as Justin walked to the back of the diner.  She looked at Michael and hit him in the back of the head.

“Ma,” Michael complained.

“What’s with you?”  Debbie asked.  “How could you be so rude?”  

“Justin is just some guy that Brian fucked,” Michael told her.

“Oh,” Debbie said.  “The poor guy.  Another broken heart.”

“He still fucks him,” Ted pointed out.  “Nothing broken there.”

Debbie stopped writing and looked at Ted and then at Michael.  “You mean...they're dating?”

“No,” Emmett said.  “Or so they say, but you know, I think they are.”

“Shut up, Emmett,” Michael told him angrily.

Debbie frowned and just moved away.  She knew that it wasn’t going to be pretty if Brian was dating the blond.  For as long as she could remember, Michael had always wanted Brian.  Then said man came into the dinner and sat in front of her son.

“You’re late,” Michael said.

Brian shrugged and looked up at Debbie.  “Just a cup of coffee.”

“That’s all?”  Debbie asked him.

“Yeah,” Brian said and looked at his watch.  He looked at the door and then grabbed the paper that Ted was reading.

“Hey,” Ted protested.

“What?”  Brian asked.

“Nothing,” Ted told him grabbing another section.  

“So, what are we doing today?”  Michael asked.

“What do you mean?”  Brian asked.

“It’s Saturday,” Michael told him.  “We usually spent it together.”

“Right,” Brian commented but said nothing else.

Debbie came back with the cup of coffee and left quickly.  She came a second time to refill Ted’s cup.  All the while, she was looking at Justin who was watching from the back.  The third time she came by was to refill Brian’s cup and this time she stayed because Justin was walking their way.

“Hey, stud,” Justin said smiling.

Brian looked at him.  “You’re late.”

Justin shrugged.  “Are you ready to go?”

“Actually, he was here,” Emmett said.  “But Michael told him he couldn’t sit with us.  He was over there in the back.”  

Brian frowned as he looked at his friend.  

“He was in your seat,” Michael muttered.

“Nice, Mikey,” Brian got up.  “Real mature,” He started walking out of the diner.

Justin put his hands on the table and leaned towards Michael.  “Sorry, but I’m not going away because I am starting to like this thing with Brian.  Get used to my face,” he pulled away and followed Brian.

Michael sat there fuming.  Emmett and Ted looked at each other and didn’t say a word.  Debbie looked at her son and then walked away.  She had heard what Justin had said and she wanted to be furious at the blond but couldn’t.  It seemed like Brian had found someone and it was not Michael.  Things were going to get crazy and she knew that Michael was going to hurt a lot.

***

<i>I know, how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,
Around you</i>

Brian stared at Justin with a raised brow.  He was tired and just wanted to go to the loft.

“You can go if you want,” Justin slurred.  “I...I’m...”

“Drunk,” Brian pointed out.

“Leave me alone,” Justin snapped as he shoved his beer into Brian’s hands and then walked away.

Brian put the beer on the counter and controlled his impulse to just leave.  He knew that Justin was just going to end up calling him after he was totally wasted.

“Hey,” a trick said, smiling at Brian.

“I’m not interested,” Brian hissed.

The tricked frowned and moved away. 

“What was that?”  Michael asked.  “You turning down a trick?”

“Fuck off,” Brian told him as he took a sip of his drink. 

Michael shrugged as he looked at Justin.  Brian stayed where he was, watching as the blond returned again and again for one drink after another.

“What’s with him?”  Michael asked.

Brian shrugged.  “None of my business or yours for that matter.”

“Hey,” Ted said.  “I’m hungry.  Let’s go eat.”

“Sure,” Michael said.

Brian didn’t move.  Emmett interlaced his arm with Ted’s and looked at Michael.  “Coming?”

Michael nodded.  “Come on, Brian,” he pouted.  “Please.”

Brian sighed and nodded.

“Is that Justin?”  Emmett asked.  “Let’s bring him with us.”

“He doesn’t look too good,” Ted pointed out.  “He needs coffee...and a bed and coffee, lots of it.”

Brian looked at him and then turned his back to the blond.  Michael smiled as his friend ignored the blond.

“Let’s go then,” Michael said.

“Oh shit,” Emmett said.  “Who is that with him?”

Ted shrugged.  “He looks angry and...okay, he’s dragging Justin away.”

“That’s not good,” Emmett said.  “Do something Brian.”

“It’s not our problem,” Michael said.

“What the fuck?”  Brian asked as he turned around.  He saw Justin being dragged away by another guy. 

Emmett was the first one to take off running after Justin.  Brian quickly walked towards the blond as well, he was just a few paces behind Emmett.  

“Leave him alone now,” Emmett screamed when they were almost at the exit.

“Who are you?”  Craig asked.

“Emmett,” Justin said and laughed.  “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Let’s go,” Craig said half dragging Justin out of Babylon.

“Are you sure?”  Emmett asked as he stopped.

Brian kept going after them.  When he was outside he grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him away from Craig.  “Fuck off.”

“What’s going on?”  Michael asked Emmett as they reached Brian, Justin and the stranger.

Emmett shrugged and he, as well as Ted and Michael, just watched.

“Let my son go,” Craig said.  “He needs to go to a hospital.”

“I’m fucking fine!”  Justin shouted as he pulled away from Brian just to land flat on his ass.  He looked at the brunet and lifted a hand.  “Get me up.”

Brian licked his lips but didn’t help him.  He turned to look at Craig.  “What are you doing here?”

“That’s none of your business,” Craig said.

Justin managed to get up and steady himself against Brian’s body.  “Just go away, Dad,”

Craig looked at Brian.  “He needs help.”

“He’s okay,” Brian said and observed Justin.  “Did you take any drugs?”

Justin laughed and shook his head.  “He doesn’t fucking care about me, Brian.  He just wants to tell me how this is the wrong place for me.”

“You're taking drugs and drinking,” Craig told him.

“Oh, so I guess that if I turned straight, I could just drink like you did for so many years,” Justin said.  “Going to bed and passing out or hitting just Mom because she cared for you.”

“Justin!” Craig hissed.  “Don’t say those things in front of other people,” he looked at the guys.

“Could you give us some privacy?”  Justin asked looking at them as well.

Brian arched a brow.  Emmett turned around and left while pulling Ted with him.  Michael sighed and followed his friends even though he wanted to stay with Brian.

“Don’t worry about Brian,” Justin said caressing Brian’s cheek.  “Brian isn't a stranger, he knows me pretty well.  Right, Bri?”  Justin laughed and would have fallen again if it wasn’t for Brian.

Craig shook his head.  “You're wasting your time, Justin,” he turned around and left.

Justin and Brian stayed quiet for a long while.  

“He doesn’t know anything,” Justin whispered as he buried his head on Brian’s chest.  

“Let’s go,” Brian said taking Justin and dragging him to his car.  

When they arrived at the loft, Brian busied himself getting the alarm set while Justin busied himself getting a bottle of whisky.  He drank straight from the bottle and went to the bedroom.

“Justin,” Brian said as he saw that the blond was getting wasted.

“Uh?” Justin asked not paying attention to Brian.

“Do you want to kill yourself?”  Brian asked.

“Why’d you ask?”  Justin asked as he looked into the hazel eyes.  “If I wanted to kill myself I would need a lot of more booze to numb the pain and a sharp object to open my veins.”

Brian stared at the blond just startled as the back hairs on his neck stood up.  He had a bad feeling about what the blond said but he just pushed it deep down.  “You keep drinking like crazy,” Brian told him.

“Yeah, so?”  Justin asked.  “It’s none of your business.”

“You keep making it my business,” Brian said.  He sat in the bed next to Justin.  “Plus, that’s my whisky.”

Justin stayed silent for a moment.  “I’m not as drunk as that day,” he put the bottle of whisky on the floor.  “Want to fuck?”

“No,” Brian told him.

Justin shrugged and leaned back.

“If you puke anywhere in my loft, I'm going to make you eat it,” Brian hissed.

Justin curled into a fetal position and started shaking.  

“Justin,” Brian grabbed the man and then realized that the blond was crying.  He just stared for a few seconds, not really sure what he was supposed to do.  Then he got back on the bed as well and hugged Justin, not saying a thing.

“My father is an asshole,” Justin spat out.  “What an ass.”

Brian pulled back to look at Justin.  “He knows you're gay.”

Justin nodded.  “My parents found out when I was still in high school,” Justin whispered.

“What did they say?”  Brian asked.

Justin pulled away from Brian and reached inside his pocket.  He took out a popper and gave it to Brian.  Then he reached in once again, finding a joint.  

“Is that any good?”  Brian asked taking a hit of the popper.

“Sure,” Justin told him, lighting it up.

“So?”  Brian asked.

“So what?”  Justin asked as he stared at Brian’s left ear.

“What did they say?” Brian asked once again.

“My father beat the shit out of me,” Justin told him as he stared at his hands now.  “Later he said he was sorry.”

“Sorry is bullshit,” Brian spat out.

“Yeah, I believe that,” Justin nodded and passed the joint to Brian.

“So what did he want this time,” Brian asked.

“To remind me that by being myself...no one is going to ever love me,” Justin said.  “It’s the talk of the month.  He has to do it or he would just die.”

Brian sighed and sat up.  “My dad and your dad are a lot alike.”

Justin put his hand on Brian’s back and just stared at it, thinking it belong there.  

“He used to beat me a lot...for anything,” Brian said.

“Life sucks,” Justin told him.

“Yeah,” Brian said.  “He was mad when he found out that I was gay.  Just a few months ago, but then he needed money and then, what the hell.”

Justin sat up and put his head on Brian’s shoulder.  “That sucks.”

Brian nodded and turned to look at Justin.  He offered the weed to the blond but Justin shook his head.  Brian got up and crushed it in the ashtray.  He got in the bed and on top of Justin.  He kissed him and pushed his cock into Justin’s.

“Do you think he still loves me anyway?”  Justin asked wondering if his father cared for him still.  “Or even really cares about me?”

“I don’t know that,” Brian said putting his face in between Justin’s neck and shoulder.  

Justin caressed Brian’s hair.  “My mother is the only one that doesn’t care that I'm gay.”

“Joan doesn’t know,” Brian told him. “She would tell me that I'll go to hell.”

“I will probably end up with you,” Justin laughed.  “Good company.”

Brian stared at Justin silently, wondering how it came to be that he could tell Justin anything.  He knew what he was feeling something for the blond.  He cared for Justin and it scared him.  Then there was something else he felt that he couldn’t define.  Whatever it was made him lose control around Justin and it scared him so much since he couldn’t just push the blond away.

“When I am around you...” Justin paused and sighed.  “I think I just...get confused.”

Brian smirked; he knew the feeling.