Brian's POV Music pounded through me. It was one of the things I liked about this place. It was the only place I had ever been where you did not just listen to the music; but let it become a part of you. You could feel it in the floor under your feet. It was in the air as you breathed the thick, smoke laden stuff deep into your lungs. The pulse of the music was there in the taste of a thousand cigarettes and the never absent sweet undertones of marijuana. Reason was not welcome here and the music filled your mind, coloring it with a hundred images each more erotic than the last. I leaned back against the bar, propped by one elbow on its dark surface as I lounged and looked out over the crowds. I took a deep draw off the half smoked cigarette in my hand as I waited for something about one of the gyrating bodies out on the dance floor to catch my attention. I could always count on Babylon to keep my cock hard and one thing I did not suffer lightly or long was an unsatisfied itch to have my dick sucked. My eyes passed over my best friend, Mikey. He and I had gone to school together, had suffered through the discovery of being gay together…well his suffering and discovery…I really didn't remember a time when I hadn't known that I had no interest in chasing pussy. When the other boys had been trying to sneak peeks in the girl's locker room I had been content to hang out with the boys getting my eyeful of all the prime cock a little queer could ever ask for. My lip lifted into a smirk as I remembered those now long gone days. Today Mikey knew he was gay, even if he was still afraid to come out and face the world. His new boyfriend, now there is a word to give a queer hives, was on the floor with him. A non-descript chiropractor much older than we were, but one thing Mikey could always be counted on to do was to go out and find himself a father figure. Mikey's friends Emmett and Ted were also on the floor. Ted, the accountant with his self effacing two step…or whatever you would call that non-dance he was doing and Emmett the queen everyone had to love…While I was unsure how I had come to adopt and to be adopted by Mikey's friends that is what has happened and when Emmett met my eyes and waved in my direction he leaned and whispered in Ted's ear. The accountant turned, what could have actually been a pair of sultry dark eyes if they had not been so puppy dog wounded, in my direction. I flipped him off and watched his expression change to "fuck you Brian" before turning my back on the dance floor and calling for another drink. It looked like I was going to need it. Yeah, it was a typical night at Babylon. Typical except for one thing; I turned my head and with no effort looked dead at the thing that made this night anything but typical and the reason for my horrific mood. Justin. The only male in the room my radar would pick up tonight. No matter where I turned my attention I could have thrown a dart without looking and hit him at any time. I knew where he was, who he was talking to, who he was dancing with and who had fucking touched him and it was driving me to the brink of suicide. The blonde haired little faggot had somehow dug under my skin and no matter how often I fucked and sucked him or let him suck me I couldn't get him out. A glimpse of that tight round ass, the flash of his eyes, hell the goddamn sound of his laugh made me hard instantly. The reason I was still hard now was that I had already pulled him to the backroom once and I would be damned if all of Liberty Avenue was going to know that Brian Fucking Kinney kept a raging hard on for this stereotypical blond twink. I groaned and threw back my drink in one toss. For god's sake he could have had the decency to have dark hair or to have left me the fuck alone. I called for another drink and tried to ignore the fact that Justin had decided to plague me with his presence once again. He leaned against the bar next to me, his body language a careful copy of my own. Forearms against the edge of the bar, expression clearly stating "I don't give a fuck and it was doubtful that anyone could make me" a major difference between us. I really didn't give a fuck and he was only pretending. A half naked hunk took up the position on Justin's other side. "Come here often?" the lame-ass said in what I supposed he imagined was a sultry voice. The hair on the back of my neck rose. Didn't that asshole know a minor when he saw one? I moved between the two fluidly. The trick growled at me and left. Justin didn't even look at me just turned to face the dance floor but that irritating knowing smile played on those those oh so kissable lips made me want to smack him. "Jealous?" he sniggered staring at the mass of male flesh contorting under the flashing lights of the dance floor. "You're too young for him." Blunt, to the point, what the fuck did I care anyhow. If the kid wanted to troll Babylon I should just let him. He snorted. "He's probably six years younger than you are." The officious little prick had the nerve to comment. God he gets on my nerves. "So you want him? Go get him. Who's stopping you?" I also turned to look at the dance floor and as expected Justin didn't move; there was only one fag he was interested in and we both knew it. I just hoped that my inability to stop fucking him didn't give him the wrong idea. I don't do relationships. I realized that Justin was staring at something with a very strange look on his face. I tried to follow his line-of-sight but could see nothing out of sorts. I can't say I didn't see anything strange but it was all the normal strange stuff nothing new nothing to cause that look. "What?" I asked casually, not that I cared or anything but what if some creep had been being…shit creepy or something. "Who's that?" he muttered never taking his eyes off the dance floor. He sipped his drink distractedly, so distractedly he didn't notice I had switched it to a coke, When it was clear that I didn't know what he was talking about he frowned at me. What? Like I'm supposed to read his fucking mind or something? "That guy with Michael." He said as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Why the hell was he so interested in that bland…he could not possibly want to…so what if he does? I asked myself in disgust. He's not yours. You don't do…oh shut up… I told myself and knocked back another drink. "Him? He's just Michael's latest 'I wish I had a daddy' collectible." I told the boy at my side dismissively but Justin's expression didn't change if anything he actually looked concerned. "He's creepy." He told me turning to meet my eyes for the first time since he had returned to my side. Almost as if it was safe to look at me if we were not discussing sex. I caught myself touching his face and jerked my hand down. How the fuck had that happened? I set my empty glass on the bar. It was the liquor. I frowned into Justin's trusting face, the liquor it had to be. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked distractedly, good god how in the hell could it be possible for me to smell him in here? There was no way that was the scent of his soap combined with the musk of the sex we had indulged in earlier making me dizzy. How could I smell anything but booze and cigarette smoke in this place? Mmmm…maybe because my face was in his hair. God it was soft, stupid schoolboy haircut made getting my fingers tangled in it nearly impossible. When he graduated I would make sure that he…that he nothing what the fuck was wrong with me?? I wouldn't even remember his name by graduation. I nuzzled his cheek and focused on the feel of his hands on my bare arms. Hot and cold, the one seemed to burn me where he touched and the other was icy from holding the drink contrast like the two of us, opposites. What was it they say about opposites…that they fuck a lot…I nibbled the corner of his mouth…yeah I'm pretty sure that's it. "He gives me the creeps." I lifted my head to look at the couple on the floor again. Justin sounded really weirded out. Maybe I had missed something. No there was Mikey all bright and shiny for his Dr….what was that boring prick's name? Danny? Daisy…David that was it the charming and totally unfuckable Dr. Dave. God how could Mikey get a boner over that bland piece of…Justin's tongue traced the line of my jaw and my breath hissed between my teeth despite my best effort to appear unaffected. He had pressed his hot little body against mine and there is no doubt that he felt the full extent of what he does to me with so little effort digging into his belly. He pulled back to grin at me but I was in no mood at all for games. I kissed him, a hot wet open mouthed kiss and he wrapped himself around me. Babylon disappeared, the noise, the smoke, the lights all of it gone, there was nothing but…him. I tried to devour him. His tongue tangled eagerly with mine before I pulled back to suck and bite at his lips. His groan was like liquid fire straight to my cock. His hands cupped my butt and he ground himself against me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the backroom, fuck Liberty Avenue. I was going to get my cock sucked. TBC