~*~ Brian impatiently tapped his fingers along the top of the bar, waiting to catch the bartender’s attention so he could use the phone. “Come on!” “Hold your horses, Brian. Got other people ahead of you.” Brian sighed and continued to tap, turning his back to the bar to see what was happening on the other side of the room. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a well-built, blond man leaning toward Justin, obviously trying to make a move. Brian knew the look on Mr. I’m-on-the-Prowl’s face. Hell, he’d invented it. Watching with an intense glare, he wondered when Woody’s had become such a pick-up place. Sure, he’d met Justin here, but that was by chance and neither of them had been looking to get laid. Back street bars weren’t typically the fast and happening places when there were more open clubs and hot spots for men to meet each other. “Just need to use the phone!” he growled, cursing himself for forgetting his cell. He was also trying to hurry before Justin became too cozy. In his condition, friendly was an understatement and Brian knew exactly how ‘friendly’ Justin could be when he was drunk. Joe slapped the phone down in front of him, and with a scowl Brian dialed the number, ordered a cab and was quickly heading back to get between Justin and the other man. “Hey, who’s your friend?” He snuggled up beside Justin as close as he could, rubbing a finger down the side of his arm as he snaked his other hand around his waist. “Hey, Brian,” he answered with a huge grin, turning slightly toward him. “Do I have a nice smile? Rob says I have a nice smile. I bet you don’t even look at things like that, do you? I bet you don’t look at anything but a guy’s ass.” Brian glared at Rob and hugged closer to Justin. “A nice smile? That’s the stupid fucking line you’re using?” Rob shrugged and looked a bit embarrassed. “Hey man. Sorry, didn’t know you were together. Don’t wanna cause any trouble.” “No trouble. We were just leaving,” Brian answered. Justin turned to him, wrapping his arms fully around his waist, pulling him in close. “You don’t think I have a nice smile?” he whined, his bottom lip at full pout. Brian couldn’t resist and leaned in, nipping at the pouting lip. “Why do you think I call you Sunshine?” he answered, trying to appease him. “Now come on before we miss our ride.” Justin let go and backed up, watching as Rob walked away and Brian began to move toward the door. “What about my ass?” he asked, bending his head backward, trying to see behind him. Brian stopped, turned back around and cocked an eyebrow. “What?” Justin pouted a little more as his posture slumped in defeat. “Don’t I have a good ass? I’ve tried to get your attention but you never look at me like you look at all these other guys.” Brian sighed. Another thing he could count on when Justin had had too much to drink. Excessive openness and honesty. Recovering just as quick, Justin eased in closer, sliding his hands inside Brian’s back pockets and began pushing against him with slow, subtle grinding. “But sometimes… every once in awhile I think maybe, just maybe you might be interested. But then you go and fuck Michael, or some other guy.” “Justin, I don’t think we should talk about this here. Let’s go outside and wait for the car.” ~*~ Justin whined and fussed, still complaining that he wanted to talk, until Brian did the only thing he could think of and distracted him with a kiss before dragging him outside onto the curb. As they waited for the cab to arrive, Brian held onto him, not sure if it was just to keep with the steady flow of the night’s events, or if it was because he was afraid Justin would fall over if he left him to stand alone. Either way, Justin pushed against him and moaned not so subtly when Brian’s hands rubbed slowly down his back, stopping just short of the top of his jeans and then began another path back up to his neck. Justin closed his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against Brian’s and said, “I want you. You know that.” “Justin…” “No. We’re outside. You said we couldn’t talk in there and now we’re not in there, we’re out here.” He turned his head to kiss gently against the side of Brian’s neck and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.” Brian tried but wasn’t very successful in holding back a moan. “We need to get some coffee in you. Don’t really think we should have a heart to heart with you like this.” “Like what? Telling you what I want?” Justin pushed his leg between Brian’s, reminiscent of what Brian had done to him earlier. “What I’ve always wanted?” “You’re horny out of your mind, Justin. This isn’t what you want.” “Please,” he moaned, forcing his crotch against Brian’s leg, rubbing up, down, slowly working his erection on the friction of Brian’s thigh. “Don’t push me away.” Brian moved his hands back down, squeezing his fingers against Justin’s lower back, lifting his knee just a bit. He should have stopped it. Deep down, he knew he should have stopped Justin from humping against him, from getting them both so completely worked up. But the look in Justin’s eyes and the small whimpers of pleasure were too intense. He wouldn’t let it go too far, but this… this was too good to stop. He turned his head and found Justin’s lips, beginning a soft, slow kiss. Once started, it quickly became desperate and needy, ravaging each other’s mouths. It felt like Justin was trying to climb inside him, his tongue was so deep and wet, moving along his teeth, exploring his mouth until Brian was gasping and panting for air. “I love the way you kiss.” Justin leaned back in, stealing another before he said, “I’ve seen you with everyone else. Seen the looks on their faces, like they could come just from feeling your lips.” With closed eyes, they joined again, dueling for control but both sharing the kiss equally until a car beeped its horn beside them, pulling them out of the moment. “Fuck.” Brian blinked as he realized their cab had been waiting for them and reluctantly pulled away from Justin. Almost as soon as he’d climbed inside and gave directions to their apartment, Justin was pressed up against him again, his tongue diving back inside Brian’s mouth, determined to finish what the cabbie had interrupted. With as much control as he could gain, he whispered, “We need to stop, Justin. We shouldn’t be doing this.” Justin pulled back slightly. His arm stretched out, reaching between Brian’s legs until he had a handful of hard cock between his fingers. “You’re not acting like you want me to stop.” And no, he really wasn’t. Brian’s eyes rolled back and he slid further down into the seat, giving better access as Justin’s fingers began to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. When he looked up again, he found a gaze so intense, so full of longing, he almost melted when Justin’s fingers wrapped around his cock to pull him out. His eyes flickered for just a moment, wandered to the rear view mirror where he knew the driver could see everything going on. All worries about a voyeuristic cab driver disappeared when Justin began slowly stroking his cock. Up to the tip, circling around and then back down to the base, a twist of the wrist, a gentle squeeze and his hand was moving back up again. Brian could feel the trickle of wetness sliding down his shaft, gathered by Justin’s hand as it skillfully massaged him. He needed to feel something, and quickly realized ‘something’ meant Justin so he reached his hand out to tug on the bottom of the other man’s t-shirt. “That’s so good. Nice and slow...” Justin scooted down just a bit, directing Brian’s hand to his jeans, urging him to feel the hardness pushing against his zipper. “Touch me, Brian.” “You two wanna lay off it back there?” Justin’s hand froze when he heard the voice from up front. “We were just…” “Think you can do whatever the fuck you want? I know what you’re doing and you’re not doing it in my cab. Either zip it up or get the fuck out.” “Hey! I don’t think…” Brian wrapped his fingers around Justin’s hand and gently pulled it away. “Shh, Sunshine. Almost home anyway.” “But…” “Don’t need to make a scene.” Brian scooted up and tucked himself away, buttoning his jeans before leaning over for a soft, reassuring kiss. Justin pouted and leaned his head against the back of the seat. “If we stop, you might not… you won’t want me.” Brian reached around and placed his hand on the back of Justin’s neck as he leaned their foreheads together. With his other hand playing softly in Justin’s lap, he knew he’d finally given in. “I want you, Justin. Let’s just go home, okay?”