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Brian’s POV
Reverend Tom, had just finished giving his morning service, and i'm sat next to my mother bored as hell. I smirk when people started putting money into the collection plate. “Suckers,” I say, earning me a disapproving look from my mother.
“Brian! Will you please stop using those words? God will punish you for it one day,” Joan tells me.
I just roll my eyes at her. “God is a bastard anyway,” I respond. “I doubt he would even care.” I watch the Reverend speak to his follows. Look at all the sheep following something they are taught to hate, it’s pathetic. I try my best to ignore my mother’s ranting, but to no avail. Christ! Does she ever shut up.
“Brian Kinney!” my mother rages. “Do you want to go to hell? Because that is exactly where you will be going if you don’t change your ways.” With that said, she gets up, and walks over to Reverend Tom. Millon dollar bet she's going over there to tell him how much she enjoyed his service today. I’m so bored, I wonder what Justin is doing right now. Hearing a woman scream, I raise my head to see my mother, and the rest of the sheep staring at the flyers for the church fund raiser. Joan stares at the flyer of Reverend Tom, her hand covering her mouth from shock. I don’t need to look at the flyers to know what’s on them. I know they’re images of Reverend Tom being sucked off by another man.
”Oh my God,” she whispers. Fainting, and falling to the floor with a loud thump. I’m surprised she’s never given herself brain damage, the amount of times she’s passes out onto the floor, through drink or other means. I lock eyes with Reverend Tom and smile. Ha! Fucker! I silently laugh, as I get up and walk out of the church. Once outside, I light up a cigarette and walk towards the direction of my car. Mommy dearest can fucking hitch a ride for all I care. I turn around when I hear the Reberand call me name.
”You’re not going to get away with this. Do you hear me?”
”I already have,” I reply, with a satisfied smile on my face. Climbing into my car I take one last look back at the Reverend. “See ya Rev,” I say, pulling out of the church car park and heading for Justin’s place.
Justin’s POV
“I was so happy that he got accepted to St James Academy. Good schools are so hard to find these days,” Teresa says, taking a sip from her tea. Oh yes, good school’s are hard to find.
Beside her sat her one and only son Ethan. His parents owned a chain of diamond jewellery stores across the globe. His parents decided they needed to widen their social circle. Only the richest and most popular would do. That’s why they're here; Us Taylor’s are one of the richest families in the whole of New York. I quite like the fact that I’m part of one of the richest families in New York. I’m sat in front of Tereesa, bored out of my mind.
“I know, but I have to say that being at St James Academy has changed my whole perspective on life.” Yeah, meaning I’m a slut for the queer side. “If I feel sad or alone, I always know I can go to the academy’s chapel at any time and pray for guidance,” I say smiling sweetly. Pray my ass. Well… I’ve heard of some boys dropping to their knees in the chapel.
“I’ve heard it has the highest test score rating in the Upper East Side.”
“That’s correct. The teachers there are exceptional. They will do anything to help.” I smile, thinking about a conquest Brian told me once. Where the fuck is he anyway.
“Are there gay boys at St James?” Ethan blurts out. It takes everything in me not to laugh.
Laughing, Teresa says, “Forgive him. He is just going through... a phase at the moment.” Yeah right. ‘A phase.’ Oh please.
“It’s not a phase. I...” Ethan begins.
“Ethan we will discuss this later,” his mother replies abrupt, cutting him off.
“No. Most of the boys at St James are straight. Although there are a few that are… confused,” I say, staring at Ethan, which causes him to shift in his seat.
“Like that friend of yours, what’s his name… Brian… Brian Kinney. I don’t know how his mother is coping?”
At that moment Brian decides to make his presence known. About fucking time! “I hear she is coping okay. Her Minister helps her out all the time,” Brian responds, moving to stand behind me.
Brian, I would like you to meet Mrs. Gold’s son, Ethan.”
“Not bad.” Brian gives Ethan the once over and winks at him, making Ethan to blush.
“Brian!” I scold.
“It is… err... nnicce to meet you,” Ethan stutters, giving Brian a shy smile.
“Ethan, we better be going. Your father has made reservations for dinner. We don’t want to be late.” She gets up and begins to walk away, with Ethan following close behind.
Hearing the door shut I take off my shirt and Brian wraps his arms around my waist. “Christ! You could have warned me it was loser visiting day, before I came over,” Brian complains, kissing me on the neck.
“Must have slipped my mind,” I reply, and lean back into his chest.
“What’s the reason?” Brian asks, pulling himself away from me, and walking over to the liquor cabinet. “Well?” he presses, pouring himself a shot of Beam and downing it.
“I don’t know what you mean?” I reply, acting innocent.
“Oh come on Jus.”
“Fine,” I say with a sigh. “Remember the first guy who I lost my virginity to?”
“Yeah, you mean the loser you wouldn’t stop stalking.”
“I tried everything I could to be with him, but he always said the same thing, I don't date whores."
Brian just raises his eyebrow at me, “So?” Damn, I wish I knew how to do that.
“I found out that he is going to ask somebody to be his new boyfriend.”
“Ethan?” Brian says laughing.
“It’s fucking typical,” I yell, getting up and pacing the room. “When I like someone I get turned down for innocent little twats, like Ethan. It’s not fair.”
“So… what do you need me for?” he asks, while pouring himself, and me a glass of champagne. He walks over to me and hands me a glass.
“I want you to fuck him. Make it good. I want him to crave sex. I want him to fuck anything that moves.”
“Like you?” Brian counters with a smirk.
I glare at him, “Will you do it?” I ask, pressing my body close to his.
“No,” Brian says, moving away.
“Why the fuck not?” I ask angrily.
“It’s so easy. Can’t you at least give me a challenge?” Brian answers in a bored tone.
I place my glass down on a nearby table, and walk over to where Brian is standing. Wrapping my arms around him, I begin to kiss along his neck and face. “Please for me,” I beg, sneaking my hand down his pants to cup his balls.
Moaning, he gives in, “Fine I’ll do it.” Brian smiles, watching my face light up.
“Thank you,” I purr, giving Brian a kiss on the lips. He retrieves our glass, and starts refilling them.
“But you owe me.” I can already see him thinking of ways for me to re-pay him. “Cheers,” Brian toasts, clinking our champagne glasses together and smiling