~*~ There was a slight skip in Justin’s step as he walked down the hallway of the apartment complex after a long, boring day at work. Last night had been good. They’d danced, they’d talked and Brian actually spent the rest of the evening with him. There were more kisses, better kisses and Justin could have sworn there was a little… something, maybe a bit of intimacy in the last few. Sure, he’d always kissed him, as a friend, but last night, things felt different, leaving Justin on cloud nine all night. He couldn’t wait to get home. He’d been thinking way too much, bad thoughts that had him hard all day. Hoping it was early enough before Brian got home to have a nice, hot shower, the key was in the door and his body was tingling with anticipation. Maybe a little lube and one of his favorite toys? That was always good for a fantasy or two. Justin slowly pushed the door open and heard voices coming from the living room. Walking inside, his mood went from cheerful to pissed in a record 3 seconds. Brian had Michael bent over the sofa, balls deep inside his ass. His sofa! The place where he sat, watched TV, the place where he ate! They hadn’t noticed he was there and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t turn away. He had a morbid desire to see Brian’s face, to see his body flex and move as he pumped in and out of the other man. He needed to see that expression, the sheer look of pleasure that so many others had seen but that he’d never had the chance to. He watched, half hidden by the corner of the wall, mesmerized. Justin would have been ashamed to admit it, and as jealous as he was, he’d fantasized about joioning in when Brian was with Michael. It was hard not to when he was lying against a wall, night after night listening to them fucking on the other side. Although in his fantasies, as soon as Brian turned to him, Michael would disappear- history. After the initial curiosity had passed, the anger came surging forward again. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with Brian, or with himself for allowing his mind to play tricks on him. What was he thinking? That Brian may have actually felt something for him? He felt like a fool. He closed the front door loudly, trying to look more pissed than flushed as he made them aware that he was there. He so couldn’t deal with this right now. “Un-fucking believable. You know, it wouldn’t kill you to lay off for just one fucking day!” He walked past them, becoming even more aggravated when they continued as if he wasn’t there. Justin made his way down the hall and disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him. ~*~ It wasn’t too long, maybe fifteen minutes later before Brian was knocking on his door, trying to coax him out into the apartment. Reluctantly, he went, deciding it was time to finally set some friendly ground rules. “He gone?” Brian, dressed in only a pair of low riding jeans, grabbed an apple and a knife and plopped onto the sofa. “Yeah.” Justin waited, sat down on the recliner beside the couch and waited some more. “So that’s it?” “What’s it?” “No sorry?! You were fucking him right here on our couch!” Brian shrugged. “So?” “God, Brian. At least if you’re gonna bring someone home, you can keep it to your room. The last thing I wanna see when I walk through the door is your fucking groupies!” Brian slowly looked up, turning his eyes toward Justin and raised his eyebrow in question. “Groupies?” “Yeah, you know, the guys who would pay just to say they sucked you off.” “Justin…” “No. Everyone looks at you like you’re some kind of god. I think they actually have you believing it! Just because you’ve fucked every guy from here to Nova Scotia doesn’t mean you can do whatever the fuck you want!" Brian stared, wide-eyed, listening to the rant, letting Justin speak his peace before finally interrupting. “You done now?” “I guess that depends on you.” “Who I fuck is none of your business.” “It is when it’s in my fucking apartment!?” “Funny, I thought it was our apartment.” Standing up, Justin yelled, “You’re just lucky I’ve put up with the shit I have. Anyone else would have kicked you out on your fucking ass!” Brian stood, facing Justin down. “I pay my share of the rent. As a matter of fact, I’d say my 70% to your 30% makes it mydecision who and where I want to fuck! So get off your high horse, Justin.” He tilted his head and asked, “Or is that the problem?” “What?” “You aren't getting off. I’m getting laid, you’re not and that's what's pissing you off, isn't it.” “Fuck you! Don’t turn this around on me, Brian.” “When I say this, Justin, I mean it with the best of intentions.” He moved in closer, narrowing his eyes. “Go find some tight little twink and fuck the shit out of him.” Justin shook his head. “Sorry, Brian. One whore’s enough for this apartment.” Brian took a step back, refusing to fall for the bait. He calmed his voice, trying to ease the situation and asked, “What exactly is the real problem here? You want me to not bring guys home? Fine. Done. Happy?” Justin sighed and sat back down in the chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down. “I don’t care who you fuck, Brian. We just need to set some house rules, okay?” Brian sat down on the couch, leaning back, reaching for his cigarettes that were lying on the table. “We don’t need any fucking rules. I’ll be more considerate, you stop being such a pain in my fucking ass. Deal?" After a long, quiet pause, Justin nodded. It was the best he could hope for.