Justin It's Friday now and I'm looking back at the past week, and if I say it's been a weird couple of days it wouldn't do them justice really. After our little chat about the Prom and the bashing, I thought it would be better to give Bri a little break. Cause even Brian Fucking Kinney can only take so much before he cracks. And anyway, there was so fucking much going on that we were so tired yesterday evening that we just wanted to crawl into bed and die. Well, scratch the dying part, but we were fucking exhausted. So yeah, yesterday was interesting again. First it was Arts for him once more, and P.I.F.A. for me. Bri told me about those fucking boards and how those fuckers still managed to screw them up even when he was using core vocab only. Shit, even Gus would have gotten it sooner than those losers. And my beloved school, well, the guys in Administration anyway... they were wondering why I suddenly wanted to take a break from my classes mid-term to start an internship. Let's just say that when I dropped the name Vanguard they were suddenly very much sold to the idea. And I was so proud of Brian that I almost told those idiots that my lover was a partner in the agency, but that wouldn't have gone down too well, so I just kept my mouth shut. Anyway, I got the necessary papers and a résumé of my courses and stuff at P.I.F.A. and sent all that, plus samples of my work and a lovely little letter to the Head of Arts at Vanguard and about an hour later I got a call and that guy was simply dying to meet me and that, yes, I could be their intern and could I please start as soon as possible? So I went over to Vanguard, and who should I meet in Arts but "one of the partners, a really tough guy" – yup, none other than Mr Brian Kinney. He played along, but I could see that tongue-in-cheek-grin, and I almost jumped him there in front of everyone. And I'm sure that the asshole knew what he was doing to me. He asked if I could come up to his office as soon as the sightseeing was over "so we can get you sorted, Mr Taylor." And about ten minutes later he had me up against the wall, kissing me until my knees almost gave way. Since he was busy, we didn't have time to christen his couch, but he promised that as soon as I was working for him... As I had the late shift at the diner, I still managed to get to Linz, and she was thrilled about the internship and stuff. Said that it was just proving that Bri was very much in love with me. Then she got this look that she's usually reserving for Bri, and told me that if I ever hurt Brian again, she'd come after me with a frying pan. Gus was playing on the floor in front of us, and had echoed her. "Pan," he said, and, "Jus – pan!" and then he giggled. I just love the little guy. He's so much like his dadda that it's almost scary. Linz laughed at him, which only got him giggling harder. Eventually though, he grew tired and fell asleep right there on the carpet. Linz put him to bed and then came down again and asked if I didn't want to have a coffee or something. When we were settled, she finally mentioned that gallery owner, and I got out some small sketches that she might want to show him, and she was smiling at me, and told me that she was certain that I'd be picked for that show. She also saw that little drawing I had made of Brian, and she was sighing and hugging me. So then I had to go to the diner, and this time there was no Ethan-interruption, but I was still fucking dead when I got back to the loft around 12:30 a.m. Actually, we got to the loft together cause Brian had been forced to stay at the agency because of those fucking boards. Before we fell into bed, dead-tired, I think I asked him if he'd eaten anything, and he said that Cyn had ordered something ... "so stop worrying, mum." So yeah, it's Friday now, and I can't believe that I'm awake again before the alarm goes off. Bri's still asleep, poor baby, but maybe I can give him a nice wake-up call. So after a short trip to the bathroom, I move the sheet covering him out of the way and begin to worship his slowly hardening cock. He's moaning, still fast asleep, but inching towards waking, and I smile around my mouthful, slowly bobbing my head up and down, my tongue massaging the large vein that runs along his dick. When his hand grabs hold of my hair, I know he's awake, and I begin to work in earnest. One hand searches for his so our fingers can twine while the other is caressing his sacs and scrotum. His moans are louder now, and I think this is a first cause usually he holds back. My own cock is painfully erect as well, and I'm rubbing myself against the mattress, knowing that I'll come as soon as I can taste his essence on my tongue. I look up, and gasp at the intense expression in his eyes. The sudden gust of cold air is apparently enough for him, and he's exploding into my mouth, his head thrown back against the cushions. And as I had predicted, I'm following him, but am still able to drink down every drop he gives me. I lick him clean, and he places a finger under my chin, forcing my head up so I meet his gaze. He smirks and raises an eyebrow at me, "You did it again, didn't you?" And I know what he means and just shrug, "At least not all over your new duvet this time." He chuckles at that, and I grin. It seems ages since that night, even though it's not yet two years since we met under that street lamp. I'm reaching over to switch off the alarm, and then drag him to the bathroom with me. Last night, we didn't get anything done, so my ass is missing him. It's still early enough, so maybe some reacquainting is in order. --- Brian After a little fuck and games in the shower, he tells me that he has to go to school again today, so the internship can be finalised and all of that shit. "So I was thinking... Could you perhaps go to the diner and tell Deb that I'll be in about an hour later?" Who the fuck am I? His personal messenger? "And, you know, you could grab some breakfast while you're there..." Ahhh, so that's what this is all about, is it? Little Brianey can't watch out for himself, so he needs his two mommies to make sure that he eats enough. But instead of telling him that he's out of line, I just slap him over the head, and he grins, the little shit. I think it's time I had a little chat with Mikey for landing me in this relationship-shit again after I'd made sure that Justin left. In other words, to thank my best friend for ensuring that I didn't lose my Sunshine. "Alright, alright. In return you'll make sure that there are enough lemon bars left around twelve cause I intend to treat Mikey..." He leans over and kisses me, and I forget what I was going to say, and when he draws back again I'm lucky that I still remember my name. Damn, my little wifey is kissing me, and I'm completely losing it. Before he strolls out of the building to go to the fucking bus stop, I hand him some catalogues. "I made a pre-selection, but you have the final say what monstrosity we're going to buy. Since you'll have to drive it." He glares at me for a sec, but then puts them into his backpack, promising that he'll look at them and tell me what he wants when I come to the diner for lunch. Why I'm suddenly dreading my lunch break is beyond me. I mean, when looking at all those vans and stuff, I was already having one fit after the other, and to think about getting one of those things... I'm turning into a family guy, and wasn't that something my old man had said... Then again, Justin said that whatever Jack told me was fucking stupid and I was so much better than him, was a million-times better than him actually and could never become the lovely father he was. We kiss goodbye, and I watch him run to his bus while I climb into the jeep to deliver Justin's message to Deb. I'm such a lovesick dyke, fuck it! Anyway, as I reach the diner, Debbie is having a bit of an argument with a customer, and I sit down in a booth and wait for her to finish up. But when I hear said customer – "I want to see Justin, so tell me where he is!" – I know it's that bloody Ian again and I just have to tell him to piss off. So I walk over, and grab hold of his shoulder, turning him around. "Coffee, Deb? Please?" She nods, and then my eyes fix on that little piece of shit who just can't admit that he's lost Justin. "He's not here, Ethan, or do you think he'd let me walk in without kissing me 'hello'? So you can just leave again. And while you're at it, don't bother coming back. I think Justin's made it clear enough that he doesn't want you around anymore." He's so stupid, I just can't believe it. Or maybe he still thinks that I somehow bribed or blackmailed Justin into coming back. Like I'd do that. "Fuck off, Kinney. I wasn't talking to you. And I don't care what Justin says now, I know he doesn't want to be with you. I will give him what he needs, cause I love him." I want to rip that fucking grin off his face. And I don't know what's gotten into me, but I suddenly find myself responding, "Well, not that it's any of your fucking business, but I love him as well." Debbie has of course been eavesdropping and is now staring at me as if I'd grown a second head. I smile at her, and then the smile turns nasty as I catch his gaze again, "Did you hear? I love him as well, and he loves me. Don't flatter yourself by thinking you could ever get him to care about you like this. Did you think that all that romantic shit you've been giving him could make him drop what we have?" I'm really pissed, so I don't realise what I'm saying just now. Wasn't that exactly what I've been thinking at the Rage party? "We have gone through hell, Justin and I, and we're still here, still growing stronger with every passing day." Since, well, about four days. Before it was all pretty much fucked up. But I suddenly realise that what we have now ... shit, it might last. He must be deaf, because he just grins and shakes his head, "You aren't what he needs. And I'll make sure that he realises that as well." He grabs a fucking rose that he must have put on the counter earlier, and whispers, "Enjoy these last days you have with him, Kinney. I'll get him in the end." Then he leaves and I get this bad feeling that this wasn't the last we've heard of him. Fuck it. I think it all started on Justin's birthday, and if I had been only a little more, well, caring then... I had been standing in front of the fucking flowers, but then... But Justin said no more apologies or regrets. I sink into one of the stools, and start banging my head against the counter. I'm a dyke, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Kindly stop putting a dent into our furniture." That's Deb, and I raise my head to meet her eyes, and she gives me that 'I told you so' smirk, and I know I'm fucked. "So you finally admitted it to yourself, yes? Took you long enough, you asshole. Hope you told Sunshine, cause I'm sure he'd be fucking thrilled to hear it." I shake my head, and she slaps me, but before she can start arguing, I say, "He knows, Deb. And he is willing to wait until I can fucking tell him." I'm so pathetic – damn! I can't believe I told Ian that I love Justin, within earshot of Debbie. Okay, I was fucking angry, but still... Something scary is happening here, and I don't really want to think about it. So I just order something to eat and then tell her what her little Sunshine ordered me to tell her. She's patting my cheek, and I'm so going to take him to Babylon tonight because I need to get at least a bit of Brian Fucking Kinney back. --- Justin I feel like total shit. What did I ever see in Ethan? Naturally not the mad-man he obviously is. How often do I have to tell him that it's over. Fuck, for it to be over we'd have needed to be in a relationship, and we sure as hell weren't. He was pain-management, and nothing else. I wanted to show Brian that someone could give me what he refused to provide me with. And we all know how well that one went. Anyway, Ethan was a phase, a very sick and stupid phase and I'm glad to say that it's over and I'm back where I belong. With Brian! Brian... I can't believe what he told Ethan. Twice! Deb has tears in her eyes as she tells me, like she's so fucking happy that her second son is finally ready to take this step. And I assure her that I don't need to hear the words anymore to know that they are true. Anyway, he tells me again and again in his own way. Like when he didn't rip my head off when I told him that I loved him. I know he's trying, and I wish I could show him that it's really okay, but he thinks he has to tell me, has to prove to Jack that he isn't a fucking coward. As the door opens to admit Brian and Mikey, I have to force myself to remain where I am. Else I'd be running over to Bri and kiss him and tell him how sorry I am, and that would be the wrong course of action. So I let him come over and draw me into his arms, and I hear him whisper, "It's okay." Then he kisses my nose and adds, louder now, "So where are the lemon bars you promised me?" I laugh and reach behind the counter to retrieve the plate with about six bars, and smirk. "Useful outside of the bedroom as well. I can hardly believe my luck." He's joking, but I can hear the truth behind the words. They sit down and Brian orders his usual turkey sandwich, like I'd known he would, and Mikey wants a cheeseburger and fries, which isn't surprising, either. Mikey loves junk food as much as I do, which leads to battles over the last piece of pizza sometimes – when we're working on Rage that is. After I put their plates in front of them, I'm getting out of there. I know that Bri will tell me anyway, and I'm not like Deb, even though I'm glad that she was snooping earlier. When I hear Mikey laugh, I know everything is well between those two, and Brian hasn't given him a hard time for meddling. Then I hear Brian's voice, "Hey Taylor, get your ass over here." I have to grin, and Deb just shakes her head. Yeah, Bri's impossible, so what's new. I walk over to their booth and Brian's moving over, making room for me, and then he puts his arm around my shoulder and grins. "It looks like Mikey and the professor finally want to move in together. Can you believe how long it took them?" I have to chuckle, and Bri raises his eyebrow. Mikey just glares. "You know, we wanted to sort things out before living together. Look where the opposite almost got you." There's no venom in his voice, and I grin at him and nod. He's right, and it's spooky that I'm thinking this, about Mikey of all people. "I mean, if it hadn't been for me..." He trails off, and I can see how grateful Brian is, grateful that his best friend had to get involved. Cause without him I'd still be with Ethan, and Brian... I kiss his cheek, and then move quickly before he can punish me for doing something so mawkish. And since I'm going to be killed anyway, I'm telling him over my shoulder, "By the way, I looked at the cars, and I want the Sharan." Then I'm really running for cover, cause I know he'll think I picked the most terrible van imaginable. I hear Michael chuckle, and Brian heaves a sigh. Well, this whole thing was his idea, so now he's to live with it. I want the Sharan, and I'll get it, or there'll be no new car at all. "Get back here, Taylor." I edge back to the booth, and this time sit down next to Mikey cause it healthier if Brian is in one of his moods. But then he surprises me by saying, "We'll get it tomorrow, so you don't find a way to get out of this anymore." Did he really just agree to go with my choice? Okay... Who are you and what did you do to Brian? He gives me that grin of his, and I know that I'm so going to pay for this. "And for every dollar the hideous thing is going to cost, you will have to give me a blow job, so I hope your jaw is in good working order." I snicker and nod, and Mikey's patting my back and everything is just so surreal... "And I think the guys in Arts want you to come over again today so you can get your keys and ID and all of that rot. Or maybe they are just terribly in love with you, who knows." He shrugs. "So you better check your cell for the message." Then he's suddenly smiling, and my heart is doing some funny things in my chest. "And since it's Friday, and the whole rotten presentation when down so well, why don't you come up to my office again and we try out that couch..." "You're so full of shit, Brian. Impossible really." Mikey is grinning, but I can only stare at Brian and nod. I know he wants to take me to Babylon tonight, and suddenly I'm realising something. Since I came back, he hasn't been tricking. And neither will he tonight cause I'll be there and he promised. I know it shouldn't mean so much to me, but it does. Maybe he hasn't realised it himself, and it's really just a coincidence. Or maybe he's trying to tell me... --- Brian I know what he's thinking about, and fuck if I know why I'm doing it. We are going to Babylon, and I won't seek out a trick, cause he's by my side, and why would I go for second best? But maybe I'm finally realising something. Mikey and the professor are happy with their little monogamous thingy, and didn't I promise myself to do anything I could to make that little shit happy as well? Lesbian! That's so fucking lesbian! But I think I'll still give it a try. Of course I won't tell Justin, or else he'd either tell me that he doesn't want me to change for him, or he'll have a queen-out. And since I'm not changing for him – yeah, right – well, not only for him, and I certainly don't want our little drama-princess to come to the fore again, I'm going to keep my mouth shut. He's going to figure it out eventually, cause he's too fucking smart. We pass that street lamp on our search for a parking space, and he grins at me. If I had known what would come my way that night, I would have run for the hills instead of walking up to him. Where're you headed? – No place special. – I can change that. Shit. It's he who changed me. He dragged me into this relationship, kicking and screaming. But I'm not screaming anymore. I think after our little chat the other night, it's painfully clear that I'm not willing to lose him, no matter what it takes. Which also means that this is what I want. Dyke? Yeah, I know... We are finally in the club, and I'm dragging him straight into the backroom. Wouldn't do to waste any time. I push him against the wall, my hands undoing the buttons of his jeans. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget." He nods and then I'm kissing him, my tongue prying his lips apart, and then it's this urgent thing, and we are rubbing against each other like horny teenagers - well, he is one still, so I guess it's okay. --- Justin The kiss alone makes people stare at us, cause I don't think Brian has ever kissed any of his tricks like this, not here at any rate. My hands sneak down to free his dick from the confines of his pants, but he slaps them away. Then he breaks the kiss and before I know it he drops down onto his knees and starts blowing me. "Fuck!" Okay, this is really a first cause he never goes down on anyone in the backroom, the baths or God-knows-where. And if I wasn't so far gone already, I could really appreciate what he's doing here, what he's telling me. But there'll be time for that later. For now I just feel. The things he does with his tongue should be forbidden, but then again - no. Cause I really love them, and need... Gods, how I need him to keep doing this, and then he scrapes my cock with his teeth and I don't think I've ever come so fast in my life. I sag against the wall, and would have dropped down had he not kept me up. He tugs me in after licking me clean, and then he's kissing me again, sharing my taste with me. Fuck, it's so hot! I want to reciprocate, but once again my hand is being slapped away, and he whispers, "Later." People are gaping at us, and I have to snicker. Bri just shrugs and starts to drag me back into the main part of the club when I see – or think I see at least – Ethan. Standing in a corner, looking at me with an expression like he's going to throw up soon. But then Brian tugs at my hand, and when I look again, Ethan's gone. Please, don't let him turn into a fucking stalker. Not because I think it would change anything between Brian and me, but because it would be unnerving. Mikey had called me 'stalker' once, but that had been different. Ethan on the other hand... "Hello? Justin?" Bri's waving a beer in front of me, and I grab it from his hand, taking a swallow. He looks concerned, shit. "What's wrong?" Then ... Brian being Brian, "I'm sure I did alright in there cause I don't think you ever lost it so fast before. Or is it that?" He grins, tongue-in-cheek. "Don't be embarrassed. You'll have plenty of chances to make it up to me." He puts his arm around me, and whispers into my ear, "And I mean tonight..." I shiver. Then the gang joins us, and Emmett is still bouncing like mad, and I think I have to tell him what he needs to know or he'll explode. So I drag him to the dance floor, ignoring Brian's glare. "He's possessive, that one." Em nods towards Brian, and I just smirk. I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing. "So it's true, yes? You sorted it all out and are doing your Romeo and Juliet thing again? Without the dying stuff of course." I snicker, wondering if he really thinks I'd make a good Juliet to Brian's Romeo. "I'm so happy for you, sweetie." He gives me a huge smile. Then he adds, "And for Brian as well, I guess." That's so Em. I mean, he loves Brian - they all do. But with Brian you always have to be on your guard, so... "I was a complete fucking idiot, and I'm really glad that Mikey did his best-friend-thingy and sorted me out before it was too late." Emmett nods, dancing to the beat, and for a moment I wonder if he's really listening to me. But then he looks at me again and I know that he's still with me. "I almost made the biggest fucking mistake of my life, and you know what? I thought it was the best thing ever. I'm so pathetic." "Nah, you're not. You were confused, and that happens to the best of us sometimes. The important thing is that you're you again now, and that you went for what you want. Though I still don't understand why it had to be Brian..." He grins, and then we start to talk about him and Ted, and this is just so odd. But Em seems to think that it's the right thing for him, so I'm glad for them. For a moment I think I see Ethan again, and I freeze. But then the song is over and Brian stands there, once again giving his death glare to Emmett. "Come on, Sunshine. Let's show these girls how to get this floor boiling." And he proceeds to do just that and there's no more thinking about Ethan. At least for the rest of the night.