Chapt. 3 Justin POV OK, this has gotta be the dumbest idea I ever came up with. What was I thinking? I just had to prove that I was this really cool guy that can handle anything. Now I’m standing outside of Babylon, some gay club that is supposedly THE place to be if you’re looked to get sucked and fucked, waiting with my girlfriend for her two best friends, one of which is the guy I’d like to get sucked and fucked by. I have to stop thinking about this. I’ve felt Lyndsey’s eyes on my backside since the moment I stepped out of the car. I ’m wearing a shimmery blue tank top that fits pretty tightly over my upper body, as well as some black jeans that fit snuggly around my ass. Her obvious appreciation of my body used to really turn me on but tonight her eyes aren’t the ones that are starting to get me hard. I’ve never thought about how my appearance might be seen by men, whether they would find me attractive or sexy. Tonight I don’t have to wonder since I’ve been checked out more times than I can count and every time my body heat rises just a little bit more. I think they assume Lyndsey is my fag hag. She’s completely oblivious to the attention I’ve been receiving and has been scanning the crowd for her friends instead. I smile at her reassuringly, then look past her and the air seems to leave my lungs in a hurry. There he is. Brian is wearing all black and reminds me of a black panther as he slinks in our direction. All of the eyes that had previously been focused in my direction have switched to him. I figured he would be checking out all of his options but his eyes are locked solely on mine. Lyndz is fussing with something in her purse and hasn’t noticed his approach or the look passing between us. I vaguely recall that Michael is with him but the little movie running through my head only has two costars and nothing else is registering. When they are both only a couple of feet away, Lyndz finally looks up and both of our eyes immediately turn to her. “Hey Lyndz, wasn’t sure you’d both make it out tonight.” That disease I somehow contracted before, the one that makes me say all sorts of stupid prideful things, seems to be in full effect again as I answer for both of us. “Of course we’re here. I told you it wasn’t a problem” Brian gives me what I’m beginning to realize must be his trade mark smirk and then takes the moment to look me up and down. His eyes sweep across my face, down my chest, all the way to my feet, and then back up to rest in my groin area. He quirks an eyebrow and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Not bad, Lyndz is a lucky girl. But once you walk through that door, you’re in my world. This isn’t your parent’s country club and no one’s got milk and cookies waiting for you at the bar. You may THINK you can handle this but places like this bring out the homophobe in lots of sweet little breeders. I suggest you head back to your Mommy and Daddy if you have problem seeing dick on dick action.” Brian leans back obviously pleased with himself. What he doesn’t know is that him even mentioning dick on dick action has made my hard on impossibly harder. His attempt at scaring me has only made me want to walk through those doors even more. Maybe it is time I finally face my fears head on and it’s not the fears Brian thinks I’m having. So I lean back in to whisper in his ear. “I already had a glass of milk before I got here so you don’t have to worry about that. What I’d be more concerned with is the possibility that some BREEDER might attract more attention on the dance floor than the self proclaimed Stud of Liberty Avenue. Lyndz has told me about your reputation. You think your ego can handle the challenge?” I move away and our eyes meet again in a challenge. I then casually reach into the front pocket of his shirt and pull out my new fake ID. He looks shocked, obviously not expecting things to go this way and I suspect me running for the hills was a more likely scenario in his head. I quickly grab Lyndsey’s hand and head to the front of the line, passing numerous men. The bouncer at first looks pissed as I hand over our Ids, but nods appreciatively as I smile seductively at him and his eyes take me in. He waves us in and I don’t even look back, knowing Brian is hot on our heels. I feel a moment of triumph, until my eyes scan the club and immediately my heartbeat accelerates. Holy shit, look at this place. “Justin, I can’t believe you just fuckin did that. I have never gotten in here that quickly, not even with Brian and he almost never waits. You were amazing.” I don’t feel amazing. Right now I feel like I’m gonna be sick. Brian POV I can’t believe that little shit just got in my face and then walks off. The bouncer must not be as blind as I thought he was, Justin has no problem walking right in. My whole plan for this evening has backfired in the worst possible way. The kid was SUPPOSED to get all freaked out and take off with Lyndz pulling up the rear. That was the only way I could guarantee only a minimum amount of contact with him. Now he’s going to be out on the dance floor all night and if he likes dancing as much as Lyndz says, this might not be the last time he comes to Babylon. I’ve been to breeder clubs and what they pass off as dance music should be burned. How the hell am I gonna be able to stop myself from pulling him into the backroom if he’s here every weekend. Fuck, this is not good. “Brian, come on. Lyndsey and Justin have already gone in. Did you see the way he just walked up to the front of the line. Thank god he’s not gay or you’d have some real competition.” “Shut up Mikey, just shut up.” The bouncer nods as we walk by and I immediately spot Lyndz and Justin at the edge of the dance floor. He looks hesitant, maybe this will work in my favor. What was I even worried about? Obviously he just needed to see all of the men to scare him back to Breederville. I start walking towards them, ready to give directions to the nearest exit, when he turns slightly and notices me. He jumps like there is a fire in his pants and drags Lyndz out to the middle of the dance floor. I gotta give the kid credit, he doesn’t know how to quit. Bet Lyndz appreciates that in the sack. I steer Mikey over to the bar. I could really use a double beam at this point. He’s rambling on about something but I’ve learned to tune him out over the years. I glance around the dance floor and it doesn’t take long to find the happy couple. I always knew Lyndsey was a good dancer but she’s nothin compared to the man holding her. Justin has pulled her in close to him as he sways erotically to the music. From here, I can see the fullness of his bubble but and close my eyes for just a moment imagining it’s my hands caressing him there and not Lyndsey. His groin must be really rubbing up against her cause I swear god Lyndz is about to swoon. His right hand roughly grabs the back of her head, pulling it back to expose her neck that he licks and nibbles hungrily. It’s like they’re alone out there and at this point they pretty much are, since the people around them have stopped dancing to watch the show. At first I just dismiss it as the novelty of seeing a straight couple on the dance floor but then I realize they’re not watching THEM, they’re watching HIM. His ass, his lips, his tongue, his slight taut body, they don’t see Lyndz at all. Just when I think the scene couldn’t get any hotter, his eyes meet mine. But they’re not challenging me anymore, they’re asking me a question. There’s no way I can be reading him right because if I am, it’s the same question I’ve been asking myself since I saw him at the diner. I grab my shot glass and down it quickly. “Hey Rick, can I have another?” Justin POV Since I got on the dance floor I’ve been focusing completely on Lyndsey and nothing else. If she’s all I see, all I smell, all I taste, then there is nothing else in this place that really exists but us. It works too for a while. I kiss and touch her tenderly, forcefully, enjoying every little breathe and moan to escape her lips. I can feel her arousal surrounding me, her delicate little fingers running through my hair. Then suddenly I feel something else, no someone else’s eyes on me touching me in places Lyndz has never been. I look over Lyndsey’s shoulders and my eyes meet Brian’s. I wanna know if he feels it too. Is that why he keeps looking at me? Shit, I have to get away from those eyes. I gently pull away from Lyndsey and peck her lips gently. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute so wait for me at the bar.” “OK Justin, don’t be too long. I want to dance with you all night long.” I smile and escape into the bathroom as quickly as I can. I splash some water on my face and stare into the mirror at the face looking back at me. What is it I’m seeing? Is this the face of a man who likes to suck dick? I practically laugh at my absurd thoughts and turn to leave, bumping into another body. He’s tall, well built, and what I guess could be described as a bear. I move to walk around him but he blocks my way. “I don’t think so pretty boy. How about you and I have a little fun.” “No thank you, I’m here with my girlfriend. If you’ll excuse me I really want to get back to her.” “Oh, so you’re one of those. Well let me show you what it’s like on the other side of the fence. You know you’re just itching to cross over.” Before I know what’s happening, he grabs me and shoves me soundly against the wall. I can’t move, hell I can hardly breath as he practically rips my entire shirt from my body. I’m yelling and kicking and pushing but he’s not giving an inch. His grubby hand is reaching into my jeans and I close my eyes to block out the inevitable. Then suddenly he’s gone. I open my eyes and Brian is in the process of slamming the asshole’s head in a toilet. “You touch the kid again and you won’t be able to sit down for a week. You got it?” “Yeah Kinney, I got it. He’s just a closet case that doesn’t know what he wants. You can’t fault me for trying.” “Just get the fuck out.” The big guy walks out the door, turning to glare at me one more time before he’s out of sight. I start taking deep breaths, realizing I must have been holding it this entire time. Brian gently grabs at the pieces of my tattered shirt, attempting to cover me in some way. I know he’s trying to make me feel less exposed but it’s too late for that so I shrug off the remaining scraps of cloth and look up into his eyes. Our faces are close now. His body only inches away. He continues to lightly run his hands up and down my arms, even though there is no longer any fabric to cover me. As he leans into me a little more, I allow my eyes to close and lift my chin so our lips are only an inch or two apart and that’s when I feel it. His lips tentatively touch mine, light and unsure at first. But I want more and snake my tongue out to trace the line of his lips. He moans into the kiss and suddenly his hands are gripping me tightly, pulling our bodies flush. My head is swimming and I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my entire life. I entangle my hands in his hair, enjoying the friction between our bodies. I’m almost to the point of no return, when the door swings open and Michael walks in. Brian and I automatically pull apart, both breathing heavily. I can’t even look at Michael’s face, as I grab the door and run out. I can just barely hear Brian’s voice above the music. “Justin, wait! Come back!”