******************************* He wandered along Liberty Avenue. His grey cargo pants hung low off his hips, the tops of his boxers showing as he manoeuvred through the crowds. His shirt was open, showing his bare and pale torso, nipple ring and everything. The only thing not right about him was the scar going down the side of his face. A smile graced the boy’s lips as he walked into the diner. As expected, he was already here, sat in their normal booth with Emmet and Ted. Everything looked relatively normal. However, beside Ted was a stranger. He looked no more than about 16 or 17. His hair was styled differently too, it was straight and hung over his eyes at the front in black strands but the spiked back was bleached blonde. Ted has his arm draped over the boys feminine shoulders almost protectively, the boy was nervously chewing on his lip ring. Walking over to them, he was almost rugby tackled by the over enthusiastic redhead. “SUNSHINE!” came the screech, causing said boy to wince and smile sheepishly, “Hey Debbie…” he greeted, wavering with her name momentarily but getting there. The three boys, well two men and a boy, looked up, “BABY!” Emmet squealed, jumping to his feet and gathering Justin up in a hug. Ever since the blonde had started dating Ethan, he’d kept his distance from the group. Or, namely, Brian. He’d always felt weird around him, like he knew something the older man didn’t. Ted nodded politely as the diner door opened, silence hanging over the place as Emmet looked nervous. Ethan had arrived, followed closely by the ‘fan’. The stranger slid out the booth, ready to come to the aid if it was required, “Ethan…” Justin whispered, his eyes resting on the boy with the Gold boy. That was when Justin saw the pink tinge to the stranger beside him‘s eyes, well, in the one he could see that wasn’t covered by the hair. Everything was quiet, until of course, Ethan opened his big mouth, “Just…baby…” he whispered, nervously looking from Andrew, to the boy. Justin shook his head, “Leave it…” he hissed, then decided flirting was the best course of action, “Hey, you’re cute…” he said, flashing a grin at the boy. Ted snickered, getting up and resting a hand on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t bother if I were you Sunshine”, he said in amusement. Justin looked confused, turning in time to see him gather up his coat, which he noticed was a black leather biker one before stalking out the diner. Yes, and I mean like a predator. Ethan and Andrew retreated to a booth and the trio went back to their food, “Who was that?” the youngster questioned, motioning to the door. Emmet grinned brightly, “That was my little Flynnie…” he gushed with a nod. The accountant rolled his eyes, “Actually, legally, he’s still mine”. Poor Justin was so confused. Ted noticed this and grinned brightly. “He’s my son”. Meanwhile… Flynn winced against the bright sunlight, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes as he looked up and down the avenue. He missed Dublin. After his mom died, the social services had sent him here to his pop due to the fact, legally, he was still underage. Since when was 16 underage!? He stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else was in summery outfits but not Flynn Schmitt. No, he wore his black jeans which were so tight, you’d think they were cutting off the flow of blood to his lower half. The deep red band shirt was practically hidden by the form fitting leather jacket. The only bright thing being the one red and one bright green converse on his feet. He’d never cared for what he looked like. He watched a jeep pull up, one he recognised immediately. When the owner got out, he watched him, only finally tearing his gaze away when his blue eyes met hazel, mainly not wanting to be recognised in any way, shape or form. Brian Kinney. The man approached him, not yet knowing he was his friends son, “Can I help you?” he asked, cocking his head in a somewhat cocky fashion, one that made the youngster want to smack him. So Flynn did what Flynn does best. He ran away as fast as he could, hurtling up the crowded Avenue, almost knocking a few people over. He’d heard of Kinney’s reputation, it obviously preceded him, not that that was hard, he seemed to have had sex with every male in Babylon. All except Flynn, of which he was slightly proud. And of course, worried. Why had Brian not tried to fuck him yet? Will he ever? He shook his head as he slipped into the car lot, looking for his dad’s vehicle before sliding into the backseat to find his bag. He removed the glasses, looking into the rear view mirror, catching sight of his eyes. Were they the reason Brian never looked twice at him? He sighed, sliding them back on and removing his jacket, before slinging the backpack on and locking the car. He’d have to return his keys to his dad so it was off back to the diner, Sunshine and Brian. Great. This time, he was in no rush, none at all so it took a lot longer to get back to the diner. A pale hand pushed the door open and he entered, only to get bowled into by a fairly angry Ethan. Landing hard on his ass, he grunted as his head hit the glass of the door, “Son of a bitch…” were his only words that day so far, his Irish accent catching the attention of a few of the diners. Even Ted looked shocked having not heard his son speak since he arrived. Dropping himself onto a seat in the booth across from Brian, he lowered his gaze as he sat there, retaking his unfinished coke from earlier. “So are we Babylonning tonight?” Emmet’s sickly happy voice rung in his head, a telltale sign a headache was coming on. Everyone chorused their yes’ (well all but Justin, he was heading out with Daphne) before looking at Flynn, who in turn rubbed his temples but nodded. He needed a trip to the backroom with a trick. It was either that or sit in his dad’s apartment all night watching lame ass porn movies that cost about $10 to make. Ted grinned widely at his boy before excusing himself from the table, “Need a lift Flynn?” The youngster shook his head claiming he could walk. After all, home wasn’t that far away. Watching as everyone exited the diner to go their own ways, the raven haired teen let his head hit the table, grunting as he removed his sunglasses. His eyes were closed, causing him to momentarily (and thankfully) forget the fact that Brian was still sitting there. That’s when his cell started to ring. Groaning, he slid his hand under the table to relieve his poor member of the vibrations coming from his jeans pocket as he flipped it open, “Schmitt…” he growled, un-amused by the interruption. “Flynn, its Nick, where are you?” Flynn raised his head, forgetting his sunglasses as he cocked an eyebrow. “The diner…why?” “I’m sending someone to you with a disc, do not let anyone, and I repeat, anyone see the exchange between you, do I make myself clear?” “Crystal is….Nick”, he quickly corrected himself as he hung up, slipping the phone into his pocket as he put his sunglasses on. “So Brian, doing anything interesting?” he asked the older man curiously, who in turn shrugged, “Not really no, want a lift?” Before Flynn could answer, he noticed a man watching him, who nodded and walked towards him. Excusing himself, the boy got to his feet and passed the man, the dick being slipped in his back pocket as he did. By the slyness of the exchange, it was evident it had been done before. Now he had to go home and check what exactly was on it. “A lift would be nice!”