Disclaimer: Don't own them! Chapter 7 – The Inescapable Us 'Now that's fate Looking our way' Emmett + Emmett glanced up from his magazine when he heard the bell that announced a costumer had walked into Torso. It was the same guy who’d been coming here almost every day for two weeks, Ted. He usually looked around, grabbed a few shirts to try on which he wouldn’t try on, and ended up buying a pair of white socks, lube and a dildo. “Hi, Ted. How are you today?” Emmett greeted him. “Um… uh, hi Emmett. I’m good, you?” Ted answered nervously. “I’m fabulous,” Emmett smiled. “So, what are you looking for today?” “Oh, nothing in particular. Just looking around,” Ted answered, picking up a leather harness without really seeing it. “I think I’ll try this on.” “Oh, you’re into leather? My, my… I do like my men mysterious and versatile.” “Leather?” Ted asked, confused. Emmett pointed at the harness he was holding. Ted glanced down at what he’d picked up and dropped it quickly. “I think I’ll just buy a pair of socks,” he mumbled. “Teddy? Can I call you Teddy?” Emmett asked. Ted cringed, but nodded. “Listen, you’ve been coming here for two weeks. Not that I mind, I love a loyal costumer, but you never buy anything but socks. And this isn’t exactly a sock store,” Emmett gestured to the many piles of glittery shirts, the multi-colored leather pants, the feather boas and sequined accessories. “What are you really looking for?” Ted was silent for a moment. Then, with a miserable sigh, he said, “I want to buy some club clothes, ‘cause I want to go to a club, but…” “Say no more,” Emmett took Ted’s hand and led him to the dressing room. “I, Emmett Honeycutt, will set you up with the most fabulous club outfit ever.” He made his way around the store, picking up a few things and returning quickly. “Ok, try this on.” Ted took in the clothes Emmett thrust into his hands. Sheer fabrics, leather, sequins, vibrant colors. “Um, this isn’t really my style…” Emmett looked Ted up and down, critically examining the old-fashioned chinos, the solid blue polo shirt, the respectable looking belt and shoes. “Maybe you need a new style, honey. You can’t go into Babylon looking like an accountant.” “I am an accountant.” “Oh! Well… the whole point of dressing up to go clubbing is to forget who you are during the working day,” Emmett said. “Go on, try those things on.” Ted shrugged and went inside the dressing room. He came out after a few minutes, wearing tight purple jeans and a plum t-shirt one size too small. “You look wonderful, honey!” Emmett clapped. “I don’t think purple’s really my color,” Ted said, looking himself over in the mirror. “Hmm, purple is a difficult color,” Emmett agreed. “Not everyone can wear it. It’s like tangerine.” Ted went back inside and tried on a different outfit. This time, he was wearing orange jeans and a slightly ruffled white shirt. “You know, I don’t think orange or any of its derived colors are my thing, either.” “Well, how about this?” Emmett gave Ted a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. “Hmm… yeah, this is good,” Ted smiled. He and Emmett headed to the cash register. “Great! So, how would you like to wear your new outfit tonight?” Emmett asked, marking up the clothes. “Tonight?” “Yeah. I’m going to Babylon with my roommate and a few of his friends. Would you like to come?” Ted hesitated. “Oh, I’m not sure…” “Come on, Teddy, I swear you’ll have fun. What’s the point of owning fantastic club clothes if you don’t go clubbing?” Emmett cajoled. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll go,” Ted said. “Wonderful! Meet me outside of Babylon at ten, alright?” + 'Dance, Dance We're falling apart to half time' “So who did you invite to Babylon?” Michael called out, putting on his blue Superman t-shirt. “This guy, Teddy. He’s a great costumer at the store, he’s been in more times than me in the past two weeks,” Emmett replied. He was in the bathroom, giving his hair the last touches. “Oh, so he could have the hots for you,” Michael grinned, walking into the bathroom. “I don’t think so. He was just really nervous, ‘cause I think he’s never been to a club before.” “How old is he?” Michael frowned. “Actually, I think he’s older than you,” Emmett said, examining his face closely in the mirror. He didn’t want to walk into Babylon sporting a zit or something equally embarrassing. Not that the face was what the guys checked out first… and thankfully, Emmett had a fabulous ass. The pants he was wearing really showcased it, too. “And he’s never been to a club?” Michael asked incredulously. “Well, not every guy blooms at the same time,” Emmett said reasonably. “I mean, he probably didn’t come out too long ago.” “That’s true. We should have him meet my mom, she’d make sure he’s as out and proud as he can be.” “Honey, we don’t want to scare him off the first night he goes out with us. We can take him to breakfast tomorrow,” Emmett grinned. “So, are Brian and Justin coming?” “Brian is definitely coming, he’s been going out like crazy this week. Making up for lost time, I guess. I’m not sure if Justin is… he and Brian are going through a weird moment.” “Those two need to get their heads out of the sand and fuck,” Emmett muttered. “What?” Michael asked. “Oh, nothing, honey. I hope they make up soon.” “They’re Brian and Justin. They always make up,” Michael shrugged. “Come on, let’s go.” There was already a line of guys waiting to go in when Michael and Emmett arrived to Babylon. Emmett looked around for Ted, and found him somewhere near the end of the line. “Teddy! Over here!” he waved. Ted noticed him and walked over. “Hi, Emmett,” he said. “Hi! Teddy, I’d like you to meet my roommate, Michael,” Emmett put a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Michael, this is Teddy.” “Theodore Schmidt,” Ted amended, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Theodore Schmidt. I’m Michael Novotny,” Michael smiled, shaking his hand. “You look great.” Ted blushed. He was wearing the last outfit Emmett had given him, and he seemed to be a bit self-conscious. Perhaps it was due to the fact that ‘I Love Boys’ was spelled out in the front of his t-shirt with hot pink glitter. “Well, shall we go inside?” Emmett took him by the arm. “Don’t we have to wait in line?” Ted asked. “No, sweetie. We know the bouncer. Come on.” The minute they walked in, Ted stared around him with open-mouthed fascination. Michael and Emmett smiled at his obvious delight. “Welcome to the thumpa-thumpa,” Michael said. They walked to the bar and ordered drinks. Ted couldn’t take his eyes off the go-go boys, or the half-naked guys dancing and walking around. “So, what do you do, Ted?” Michael asked. “I’m an accountant. I actually just started working in a really good firm, Wortshafter’s,” Ted replied. “Wow, that’s great. Congratulations.” Ted blushed again. Emmett looked at him suspiciously. Ted couldn’t have fallen for Michael, could he? His speculations were interrupted by the arrival of Brian, who looked delicious in a sleeveless black shirt and tight, dark jeans. “Hi, Brian!” Michael greeted him, smiling. “Mikey,” Brian said, and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. Emmett glanced at Ted, and the look of disappointment and slight jealousy he could see on his face confirmed his thoughts; Ted had a bit of a crush on Michael. “Hello, Brian. You look great tonight,” Emmett looked Brian up and down. Brian smirked. “When don’t I look great?” Emmett laughed and rolled his eyes. “This is Ted Schmidt, a friend of mine.” Brian raised an eyebrow and pointed to Ted’s t-shirt. “Stole that from your closet, did he?” he asked Emmett. “Oh, shut up,” Emmett gave him a little shove in the arm. “He looks wonderful. Why don’t you go fuck someone, or something?” “Oh, I intend to. But man cannot live on fucks alone,” Brian raised the drink he’d just ordered. He drank the Beam in one go, and giving them a feral grin, said, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Their eyes followed him as he made his way to the dance floor and grabbed a trick by the waistband, leading him into the backroom. “Who’s he?” Ted asked. “That is none other than Brian Kinney,” Emmett replied. “The hot, young stud of our illustrious Liberty Avenue.” “And my best friend,” Michael added. “Oh,” Ted breathed out. + 'Why don't you show me the little bit of spine You've been saving for his mattress. I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me' Justin + Brian had been avoiding Justin all day long. When Justin went back to the apartment to change after spending the night at Daphne’s, Brian was nowhere to be found. Justin made his way to school and tried to forget the night before, throwing himself whole-heartedly in his classes. Still, the anger and pain he was feeling were never far from the surface. He worked a shift at the diner, and avoided Deb’s questions as to why he was sad and rather short-tempered. He hated how he couldn’t keep himself from glancing up and hoping every time the damn bell rang. He thought he might catch Brian in the late evening, but again, Brian didn’t show up. By the time Justin had finished with dinner and a movie, it was ten thirty, and he knew Brian was probably already inside someone’s ass in Babylon. With a sigh, Justin walked into his room. He undressed, and he was about to lie down on his bed, when he made a sudden choice. “No. Need to see him.” He needed to see Brian, to yell at the asshole, to tell him how fucked up and fucking horrible he’d acted. He’d gone against the rules, knowing full well Justin was going out and might bring Ethan back to the apartment. It couldn’t stay like this. They had to talk, and talk now. Throwing on some jeans and a blue sleeveless shirt, Justin went to Babylon. He walked in, scanning the place for Brian. He didn’t see him, but he did notice Michael, Emmett and some guy he didn’t know leaning against the bar. “Hey,” he greeted them after he’d made his way over. “Hi, Justin,” Michael nodded. “Hi, sweetie!” Emmett smiled. “You look fabulous!” Justin snorted. “I was about to go to sleep, Emmett. I really doubt I do. But thank you.” “This is Ted Schmidt,” Emmett said, gesturing to the guy next to him. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Justin,” he said, giving him a small smile. “Nice shirt.” Ted blushed furiously and muttered something intelligible. “Have you seen Brian?” Justin asked. Emmett looked a bit mortified, but Michael answered, “Backroom, as usual.” Justin nodded, and walked across the dance floor. He stepped into the backroom, dodging the hands reaching out for his ass. “Hey, Todd,” he greeted one of the guys being fucked. “How’s it going?” “Uh- good,” Todd gasped. Justin kept walking until he saw him. Leaning against one of the walls, eyes closed, getting a blowjob. Justin stopped in front of him, shoved the trick out of the way. “You should get in line, like everyone else,” Brian said, not opening his eyes. “I don’t want to get in line. I want to know why you’re such a fucking asshole,” Justin hissed. Brian opened his eyes, all traces of cool unconcern gone. + 'When I hit the bottle, ‘Cause I’m afraid to be alone, Tear us in two, is all it seems to do. As the anger fades, This house is no longer our home.' Brian + Brian had unceremoniously kicked the blond trick out right after coming. Which had been harder than he’d admit, since he couldn’t stop thinking about Justin’s face when he’d seen them fucking on the couch. After the trick was gone, he’d sat in the living room, waiting for Justin to come home. He never had. Dawn came, and with a sigh, Brian set up the coffee maker and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Justin still wasn’t back by the time Brian was dressed and consuming more than half of the coffee pot. He didn’t have breakfast, perhaps in an unconscious bait, hoping that Justin might be drawn from wherever he was to bug the shit out of Brian and make him eat something. Brian was twenty minutes late for class because he’d hung around the apartment longer than he should have, and even Lindsay’s good natured ribbing about staying up too late fucking didn’t make him smile. However, somewhere in the middle of a lecture on Consumer’s Psychology, Brian stopped being worried and started getting pissed off. What the fuck was Justin’s problem, anyway? I mean, yeah, Brian had broken the tricking rules, but it was the first time ever. Justin was out with Ian, anyway, so he had no business walking into Brian’s fuck. And what the hell was his problem, not coming home? Didn’t he know Brian would worry? Brian shouldn’t have worried. The little twat wasn’t his responsibility. Fuck him. Intentionally busying himself with classes and finishing a project in the library, Brian didn’t go back home. He had a change of clothes in his locker, he was always prepared, so he didn’t leave school until almost ten. He picked up a muffin in the Liberty Diner on his way to Babylon, and willfully ignored all of Deb’s ill-concealed hints about why “Sunshine was in such a bad mood today.” “Sunshine’s not my fucking responsibility,” Brian replied, and left. He walked into Babylon and headed to get a drink and say hello to Mikey. Emmett was there as well, looking as flaming as ever, but Brian kinda enjoyed how out there he was. There was another guy with them, Tad or Ted or something, who looked sinfully boring and quite ridiculous in a sequined t-shirt that obviously belonged to Emmett, or should. After kicking back a Beam, he found himself a trick and headed to the backroom. Brian was trying to enjoy the blowjob, but the guy was mediocre at best, even after Brian took a bump to heighten the experience. He felt the guy being shoved out of the way by someone, and without opening his eyes, said, “You should get in line, like everyone else.” “I don’t want to get in line. I want to know why you’re such a fucking asshole.” Shit. Justin found him. Brian opened his eyes, took in his glaring roommate, wearing old jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt at least one size too small. He looked fucking hot. “It comes naturally,” Brian finally replied with a grin. “Don’t give me that fucking grin, Brian!” Justin yelled. “And I’ll have a real answer, no sarcasm on the side. You broke the rules, you know full well you did.” Brian shrugged. “I thought you weren’t gonna get back so early. Plus, Ian seemed to be enjoying the show.” “That’s not the fucking point!” Justin stepped closer to Brian. “You knew I was going to see you. Why did you do it?” Brian didn’t answer, he simply looked at Justin. The blue lights of the backroom made his blue eyes glow strangely, made his hair look white… made him look beautiful. “Why? Answer me!” Justin demanded. Brian swallowed, and closed his eyes. He felt Justin turn, and quickly reached out to hold him by the arm. Justin looked back at him, pissed off. Brian tugged him close, and kissed him. After the briefest hesitance, Justin kissed him back, pushing Brian against the wall of the backroom, running a hand inside Brian’s half-open shirt, caressing his stomach. Brian grabbed the back of Justin’s head, tugging his hair slightly. The kiss was deep, wet, and beyond fucking hot. Justin suddenly broke the kiss, leaning back. He was breathing rapidly, as was Brian, and his eyes were dilated. He gazed at Brian with a question in his eyes, with more than one question. Unwilling or unable to answer verbally, Brian buttoned up his jeans and took Justin by the hand, leading him out of the backroom. + 'Don’t give up on the dream, Don’t give up on the wanting, Because I want you too.' The ride back to the apartment in Brian’s Jeep was silent, and the silence was charged and heavy with anticipation, with lust. Brian’s hands were shaky on the steering wheel, and he nearly crashed into a tree when Justin placed a hand high on his thigh. Justin chuckled, but Brian could see the nervous energy coursing through him in the way he kept drumming his fingers against the car door. They both practically leapt out of the car when Brian parked in his space, and they almost ran up to their apartment. Once inside, Justin stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at Brian with expectation, and just a touch of fear. It reminded Brian of the very first night they’d met, how Justin had stood exactly the same way, afraid and incredibly brave at once. Brian closed the door and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it by the doorway. He slowly walked toward Justin, until he stopped right in front of him. He tilted his head down, but paused just before kissing him, asking permission wordlessly. Justin gave the smallest of nods, and Brian captured his lips. Justin moaned, melting into the kiss quickly, clutching Brian’s arms. “Your room or mine?” Brian breathed into his ear. “Yours.” Brian nodded, relieved. He might’ve felt too pressured in Justin’s room. They made their way clumsily to his room, kissing and licking while trying to walk. After Brian caught Justin before he tripped, he smirked and said, “See, this is why I’m always telling you to pick up your shit.” Justin rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up and fuck me, Brian.” Brian gave Justin a heated gaze. “You got it.” Once they were in his room, Brian undressed Justin, slowly taking off his t-shirt and his jeans. He kissed every inch he uncovered, licking and nipping, twirling his tongue around Justin’s nipples. Justin moaned, and tugging Brian’s shirt, said, “You, too. Wanna see you.” Brian grinned and unbuttoned his shirt and jeans. He took them off, and Justin sat down on the bed, gazing up at him with undisguised lust. “Like what you see, Sunshine?” “I’ve always liked it,” Justin whispered, and brought Brian closer, grabbing his hips and taking his cock into his mouth. Brian couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Justin sucking his dick, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. “Fuck, Justin… I didn’t know you could suck dick like that.” Justin hummed around his cock, and Brian gasped. He brought Justin up, desperate to kiss him, to fuck him. He made Justin lie down on his stomach, and licked a trail from the very top of his spine to his ass. Justin was nearly incoherent, rubbing himself against the bedding. Brian smirked at the effect the rim job was having… he’d waited two fucking years to give it. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he made Justin turn. Justin whimpered at the loss of Brian’s tongue in his ass, but when he understood he’d soon have Brian’s dick inside, he stopped complaining. He followed Brian’s movements with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, and smiled when Brian grabbed the lube and a condom from the bedside table. Brian gently lifted Justin’s legs onto his shoulders. “Uh, Brian… go slow, okay? I’ve only done this once, a while ago,” Justin said, quietly. Brian raised an eyebrow in surprise, but then remembered he’d only ever seen Justin top in the backroom. So he nodded, giving Justin a small smile. He put on the condom, and opened the lube. When he squirted a generous amount on Justin’s hole, Justin gasped, “It’s cold.” “It’ll heat up,” Brian assured him, then kissed him. Slowly, but steadily, he entered Justin. He gasped at the heat that surrounded him, and Justin winced at the intrusion. Brian kissed him again, and said, “I want you to always remember this, so that no matter who you’re ever with… I’ll always be there.” Justin bit his lip and brought Brian’s face close to kiss him. When Brian felt that Justin had adjusted, he started moving rhythmically. Soon, Justin was arching up, meeting his thrusts. Brian adjusted his angle to hit Justin’s prostate, and when he did, Justin moaned loudly. Fuck, Brian couldn’t believe Justin was under him, looking debauched and fucking gorgeous. All too soon, Brian felt Justin tightening around him, and with a gasp, Justin was coming. Brian came immediately after, resting his face against Justin’s shoulder. “That was amazing,” Justin breathed. Brian looked up, and smiled. He gave Justin a long kiss before slowly pulling out. He tied the condom off and threw it into the trash-can by the bedside table. When he glanced at back, he noticed Justin was asleep already. He brushed his hair out of his forehead, and kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight, Sunshine,” he whispered, and lay down next to him. TBC A/N: Title from song by Matthew Good Band. Songs quoted are The Inescapable Us by Matthew Good Band, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy and Because I Want You by Placebo. I'm kind of spamming with this story guys, sorry, but every time I read your reviews, what you're thinking (especially after that last scene in chapter 6) I just have to keep going! I hope you like this one, and, um... keep in mind these *are* Brian and Justin. So, they're always bloody complicated... and it's still TBC, lol.