Having left his friends at the end of his avenue, Justin slid the key into the lock of his front door and pushed it open, “Mom!? Molly!?” Well he had to double check nothing would stop the party from going ahead and he had approximately an hour to shower, dress and tidy up. Shuffling up the stairs, he stripped down to his underwear and padded into the bathroom, his feet slapping off the tiles as he moved. Hitting the shower switch, he yawned before slipping his boxers over his hips and stepping out of them. The heat of the water hit him as soon as he opened the shower door and stepped in. It caused his skin to tingle, his hands raising to run through his hair before he shook his head in a way that resembled a dog. His thoughts flashed to the cocky brunette with the hazel eyes as his hand slipped down to his growing erection. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about Brian. Of touching Brian. Of kissing Brian. Of being fucked by Brian. He placed a hand against the tiled wall to hold himself up as his fist pumped his straining cock, soft moans escaping his lips as his head tilted back, “Bri…” he managed to breathe before shooting his load against the shower door. Panting, he cleaned it up with the nearest cloth before shutting off the spray and climbing out. There was a knock at the front door and Justin raised an eyebrow, tying a fluffy burgundy towel round his waist before padding toward the door, using another towel to dry his now dirty blonde hair. “Who is it?” he yelled through the white wood, receiving a laugh, “It’s Emmett and Teddy baby”. Nodding to himself, Justin swung the door open and grinned, completely forgetting the fact he was almost naked and soaking, “Hey, come in and I’ll be right with you. If anyone comes you can play gatekeeper”, he flashed a sunshine grin before heading back to the stairs, leaving Emmett and Ted with their jaws on the floor and an uncomfortable tenting in their pants. He’d shut the bedroom door and glanced about, trying to decide what to wear. His head was stuffed in his closet when the music downstairs started, a yelp escaping his lips as Madina Lake blared through the speakers. Yeah he was glad he had no neighbours. Deciding on a pair of cream cargo pants that hung off his hips and a red t-shirt which stopped just above his navel to show his taut stomach. Toeing on a pair of trainers, he ran some gel through his hair giving it the mussed ‘I-just-got-outta-bed’ look he was famous for. Now he looked perfect so it was time to grace his friends with his presence. Pausing to slip on the brown leather cuff, he headed down the stairs where his friends were all dancing like they’d been drunk already. The only one missing was Michael. He’d barely hit the bottom step when Lindsay was tackling him, planting kiss after kiss on his cheeks as he laughed under her, his arms round her waist as he glanced about at the crowd, “Booze is here”, he announced, opening the liquor cabinet and lining up shot glasses for each person as everyone started to help themselves, downing shot after shot. Emmett was dancing on the coffee table, his hands above his head as he bumped his hips. Ted sat on the chair, drinking his drink and watching the party. Justin was sandwiched between Daphne and Lindsay, grinding with them, his head tilted back against Daphne’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck as he laughed. Then the doorbell rang, startling him as Emmett dived for the stereo, turning the sound down as Justin warily made his way to the door and opened it just a crack. It was Michael, but Justin’s attention was drawn to the person behind him. It was Brian. Justin POV Seems King Kinney decided to grace his humble followers with his presence. I plaster a rather drunk looking grin on my face as I bow, motioning for them to enter, “King Brian, of all the parties in the Pitts, what brings you to our humble little get together?” I asked, smirk plastered on my face before I casually slam the door before brushing past him to my dancing buddies, “The happy juice in there, help yourself”, is all I say before I slip back between the girls, back to grinding. He’s watching me. Why the hell is he watching me? Daphne’s hands slide down to rest on my hips, her thumbs stroking the skin as Lindsay’s arms slid round my neck, playing with the hairs on the back of my neck. It’s time to give my friends a show. The music changes, a familiar song starting as I sneer, grinding some more, leaning forward, my lips teasing the skin on Linds’ neck. We seem to move in one fluid movement together, I’m slightly crouched, one of my legs is bent between Linds’, the friction of my thigh rubbing against her crotch, Daphne’s practically dry humping my hip. And I know Brian’s still watching. Then again, so are Ted, Emmett and Michael. And they all look uncomfortable in the lower areas. My work here is done. The song finishes and I saunter over towards the ‘bar’ and down a few more shots. I turn away and my face connects with Brian’s chest, “Watch it…” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead as I glare up at the older boy, my blue eyes glazed as I look at the pill he’s offered. Taking it, I pop it and wash it down with another shot before shuffling off without so much as a thank you. I’m polite like that, not. I can vaguely tell we’re all rather drunk and high, Emmett and Ted, of all people, are making out on the sofa, Michael’s ranting about comics to a bored looking Daphne and Linds’ is coming towards me. My inhibitions are non existent at the best of times but right now they’re definitely in the negatives. She entwines our fingers and leads me towards the stairs, least I think it’s the stairs. Where are we going? And why don’t I care? ************* The blonde’s enter Justin’s bedroom and Lindsay shuts the door before pushing Justin onto the bed. She’s hoping they aren’t interrupted as her hands trail across the boys stomach, her lips pressing against his hungrily. An action Justin’s all to happy to reciprocate. His hands slip up her shirt, cupping her breasts gently as his tongue meets hers in her mouth, his shirt being tugged off. Now his hands are up her skirt and getting higher. ~Meanwhile downstairs~ Brian glanced around at all his friends, an eyebrow raised. They were missing two and one of those two was the most high and drunk of them all and that’s never a good mixture, “Hey Mikey, where’s Linds’ and Blondie?” he found himself asking, Michael pointed upstairs causing Brian to bite his lip and furrow his brow, Justin was out of it and Lindsay had hardly had anything to drink and certainly no drugs. What was she up to? Daphne’s by his side as the two ascend the stairs towards what Daphne knows at Justin’s room, “Justers?” her meek voice calls as Brian pushes open the door and he freezes. Brian POV What. The. Fuck!? My gaydar is surely fucked I mean, Justin’s gay and out and proud. So why is his cock shoved in my best friends pussy!? My stomach churns as I watch this act of breeder copulation, Daphne’s hand is in front of her mouth and she looks ready to throw up. Justin’s grunting and groaning and, under any other circumstances, it would be so fucking hot I’d be the one fucking him but this is wrong. He’s half unconscious and she’s riding him like a horse. “Lindsay?” I half bark, causing her to yelp and quickly clamber off Justin who immediately yanks up his cargo pants and darts to the bathroom to empty his stomach, Daphne hot on his heels as I turn back to the girl, “What are you doing? You can’t fuck a gay guy!” I’m in a state of shock as it dawns on me that Lindsay, Queen Dyke of Mucherville just fucked Justin, Prince Fag of Queerville. He’s only the Prince cause I’m the King and proud. She mutters something and, after dressing, runs off downstairs to the party leaving me to locate the bathroom. It’s not difficult, just follow the sounds of the retching. He’s there and he looks awful. Still fucking hot, but awful nonetheless. I send Daphne down to keep the guests happy before kneeling beside him, holding his hair out his face. Poor boy. ************* With one last groan, Justin flopped back into the strong arms of the person holding him as he buried his face in the fabric of the persons shirt. His rescuer smelt nice, “Here have some water”, wait, he knew that voice. Why was he topless? What the hell was going on here!? Throwing himself backwards and away, he scrambled to his feet, “What the fuck? Lemme guess, you’re gonna tell Hobbs how much of a lame fag I really am? That I can’t hold my booze and whatever the fuck you gave me!?” He was livid, eyes darting around like a mad thing as he leant against the wall. Brian held out a hand, “No, I just want to help. I already managed to stop you having breeder sex with a dyke”. Maybe not the best thing to say as Justin suddenly goes green and dives over the toilet and upchucks again. Nervously, Brian rubbed the boys back, thankful the door was shut as he whispered soothing words to Justin, running his fingers through his hair softly. Brian bent over slightly to see if he was okay just as Justin turned his head slightly, their faces inches apart. Then they just stared at each other. It was Brian who leant forward, pressing his lips against Justin’s gently. He kissed him for a few seconds before pulling back quickly and looking about frantically before excusing himself, running from the bathroom. And leaving an even more confused Justin behind.