As much as he tried, Brian couldn’t keep his eyes away from the young man at the counter. He had felt someone staring at him almost as soon as he sat down. He thought he’d let the guy get his thrills before giving him the ‘it’s never gonna happen’ look that he had perfected over the years. He had not expected to be met by such an intense pair of eyes. Nor had he expected the rest of him to be just as mesmerizing. What had impressed him the most however, was the boy’s confidence. He hadn’t looked away once, not even when the group of them had been staring at him. Instead he had just given them a shit-eating grin and then proceeded to eat a lemon bar. Brian noticed that he kept his tongue out a fraction longer then he needed to every time he licked crumbs from his bottom lip. As Brian watched him he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to suck on that lip. The boy gave him a smile that said he knew exactly what he was thinking and yes, it would be THAT good. “At least have lunch first.” Brian whipped his head round to look at his best friend. He had almost forgotten there was anyone else there. Brian tried to play the innocence card. “What the fuck are you going on about?” “You. You practically haven’t stopped staring at that guy since we sat down. Can you at least wait till we’ve all eaten before you fuck him?” Michael sounded annoyed and Brian rolled his eyes. “I have not been staring at him, I do not stare at guys, they stare at me.” Emmett snorted at that and Brian had to try very hard not to stick his tongue out at him. “Oh no, you haven’t been staring at him at all. You’ve just been checking out the dessert menu. Seen anything you fancy?” Ted’s words were dripping with sarcasm. Emmett laughed out loud at that and Brian once again wondered why he spent his lunch hour with these morons. “Your just jealous because there’s nothing on the menu that your weak widdle ‘stomach’ could handle.” Brian gave Ted one of his most dazzling smiles just as Debbie brought their food over. Brian was relieved at the interruption. He now had time to compose himself. What was wrong with him? He might have denied it upon pain of death to the others, but the truth was he *had* been staring and he knew it. He just couldn’t stop himself. He was using all the willpower he possessed not to look at him right now. He had never felt so drawn towards anyone in his life. Well, almost anyone. What was it about him and hot blonds? He knocked his napkin on the floor and took the opportunity to have another quick glance as he bent down to pick it up. The boy had turned around and now had his back to the brunet. Not that he was complaining as he now had a nice view of his ass. And what an ass it was. His black Levi’s rode low on his hips and Brian could see the top of his black briefs. He quickly looked back at his plate before anyone noticed, though he wasn’t so sure it had worked when he heard snickering. “I wonder who he is?” Emmett suddenly asked as they all finished up. “I’ve never seen him before,” Ted put in looking admiringly at the boy’s body, “but I wouldn’t mind finding out.” It was now Brian’s turn to snicker. “Only in your wildest homosexual fantasies would that EVER happen.” “Don’t listen to him Teddy, he would be lucky to have you.” Emmett gave Brain a look that said, “If I had a gun I’d shoot you.” Brian looked highly amused by this and took it as a challenge. “Oh really? Maybe we should ask park boy about that? That’s if he hasn’t reached Mexico already.” Emmett’s look now said that he was going to ask around about that gun. “He is hot, though he kind of reminds me of someone.” Everyone looked at Michael waiting for him to elaborate. “Justin,” he stated confidently, though refused to look Brian in the eye. Brian felt a stab in his chest. He really didn’t want to associate this kid with his ex, especially as he was pretty sure he was going to fuck him sooner or later. “The only thing he and Justin have in common is the fact that they’re both blond.” He watched as the boy in question stood up, gave him a come hither look and proceeded towards the men’s room. “And the fact that they’ve both been lucky enough to have my dick up their ass, or soon will have,” he smirked, as he watched the younger man walking off, his jeans hugging his ass as if they were painted on. “If you’ll excuse me boys, I think its time for dessert.” With that he got up and headed after him, leaving his friends to wonder, as they often did, how he always managed to do that.