BRIAN

Justin wanted to play games with me. I decided to see how long it would take him to realize, if he wanted me, he had to be the one to find me. I walked into the place I once owned, thinking it was really not all the shit my head thought it was when I prowled here in the life before. Guys were checking me out, because I rarely showed up here, and never toured the backroom. It's not like I didn’t occasionally trick, but I had the best this place offered, and it didn't really work as well when I knew how little talent there was in each guy who eyed me. I found Emmett, who'd been hiding since telling me Justin’s idiotic plans.

He really thinks being with the gang will keep me from getting back at him for not telling Justin it was a stupid plan. I guess it will, because being around Ian wasn’t a plan I would ever agree to. He was standing at the bar, spouting bullshit about the publisher just being pissed that he didn’t fall on his knees and suck his dick, to get his book published. Maybe I could let Emmett go this time, since listening to Ian while Michael fawned was punishment enough in my book. I ordered, and stood next Ben. Marty was right about one thing, why was Ben so ready to write the book, when he tends towards more self help books disguised as emotional journeys?

“I want to go find that publisher and tell him Ethan wouldn’t whore himself to some piece of shit who couldn’t get someone without using his power.” Michael spouts to everyone around us.

“Babe it doesn’t matter, soon I’ll have it published and you’ll be able to quit the Big Q while I give you the life we dreamed about.” Ian tells him, while looking around at other guys.

“I don’t like that he thought you weren’t more than a sexy piece of ass.” Michael tells Ethan, snuggling into him.

“This is worse than any punishment you could come up with.” Emmett whispers, sliding in the spot the guy who realized I wasn’t going to give him the time of day just vacated.

“I’m still going to make you sorry.” I whisper, wincing when Michael whines at Emmett for not listening to him talk shit about Justin.

“Why did you even come with us if you wanted to talk to him?” Michael says, glaring at me.

“He’s our friend Michael.” Ted tells him, as if talking to a child.

“He’s a downer when we all want to have fun.” Ian tells them, as if it’s a joke.

“I guess I am, when it seems the only reason you come here is to have Michael kiss your ass while you look at other asses.” I whisper to Ian as I walk away.

“What did he say to you?” Michael asks, glaring at me while Ian looks like he didn’t like that I knew all about him.

Justin was standing in the middle of the catwalk staring at the dance floor. He didn’t look directly at me, but purposefully looked around me. I didn’t waste time getting his attention, because it would guarantee we'd waste time with him pretending he wasn’t interested, and making sure I knew it. Emmett ran up the catwalk and slid in next to Justin, who looked but turned back to the crowd. I smirk at Emmett, who looked put out that Justin didn’t hit on him, but it wouldn't matter what life we lived, or that Justin doesn’t remember, my Justin knows the rules.

Emmett tilted his head towards what was coming at Justin. Why he thinks Justin ever needed my help when it came to Michael, really shows how little he knew his Baby.

JUSTIN

I couldn’t not see him, even when I looked everywhere but at him. I was ready to just grab a guy and get on with the fun portion of the evening when he finally walked in and looked as if he was debating holding up the bar with the little group that only seemed to do that all night. It made it easy to look away when he stood next to Ben, because I really didn’t want to spend time telling him that his book was giving me a headache. Then there was the wannabe novelist standing with the boyfriend who seemed to think he couldn’t get close enough while the boyfriend seemed to be eyeing every other ass in the crowd. I was really questioning why I would even consider a guy who would hang out with the guys no one looks at, unless they’re trying to get past them to get a drink. I know why, he’s doing what no one ever did for me, giving a kid a home.

I was standing here debating the merit of going home rather than playing the game with a guy who seems really decent, when someone slides up next to me. I look and yeah he’s got the goods, but something in my brain put a large bold NO in front of him. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, I paid attention.

“Hi Ba… I mean hi, I’m Emmett.” He tells me.

“I’m not interested, but nice meeting you.” I tell him, looking around.

“Not even a little?” He asks.

“You have ‘love me’, written all over you. Not my thing.” I tell him, seeing Brian look at Emmett.

I turned to see Emmett tilting his head at something while looking at Brian. “Are you two together?” I ask, thinking threesomes were fun, but I didn’t really get into it when it involved couples.

“Brian and me?” He asks, as if that was the last thing anyone could think would happen.

“You're both tall.” I tell him, not able to think of a reason they should be together, but it seemed to have him laughing his ass off.

“Baby, there are just times when things never change.” He tells me, like that made sense to him.

“Justin, not Baby.” I tell him.

“I like Baby, and you’ll get used to it sooner or later.” He tells me. “Hopefully sooner, so your ass gets spanked and not mine.” He mumbles. “I’m going to apologize now since it’s probably my fault.” He tells me, and I was going to ask what he took tonight since he seemed to just say random things that I didn’t understand.

“You think because you publish people’s books you can take advantage of them!” A guy comes up and tries to get in my face.

“Babe, not here.” Evan, or was it Ian tells the guy.

“It’s bullshit that you have to put up with assholes hitting on you, when the only thing you want from someone like him is to give him the opportunity to publish something that would make him money.” Babe tells… Ian sounds good.

“Did you just accuse me of hitting on Ian?” I ask.

“It’s Ethan!” Ian yells at me.

“I don’t care, just like I didn’t care when you offered to suck my dick. I doubt your mouth was worth the amount of money I would have to pay to get your book published.” I tell him.

“You’re a fucking liar! Ethan wouldn’t look twice at someone like you!” Boyfriend tells me.

It was weird, for a second I saw a violin in Ian’s hands, but it disappeared. “He looked, and offered, trust me, I have assistants who were spying on the whole thing. So why don’t you two go find a corner in the backroom and see if you can figure out why he thinks your blows jobs suck.” I tell him, turning back to see where Brian disappeared to.

“Babe, there will be a better publisher, one who will make him wish he said yes... to my book.” Ian pulled Babe away when he tried to lunge at me. I really wanted him to try, I figured the dancers below could break his fall when I threw his whiny ass over the catwalk.

Ian yanked Babe behind him, and I almost want to ask if he said, ‘come along pig” in his head, but well, I was busy. I wanted to bang my head on the railing when Ben stood next to me with, I’m sure his boyfriend, let’s just hope he didn’t say something that would make another drama when I was just here to get laid.

“I hate asking, but have you had a chance to read it?” Ben asked hopefully.

I looked up from where I laid my head on the rail, and decided if I got a headache it should involve vast amounts of alcohol, not dealing with writers who seem to be running around trying to ruin my night. “Yes, I have actually spent time reading through it, I skipped some parts but plan to go back and possibly leave notes in the margins to get you to explain what caused you to write it where it didn’t naturally flow in the book. While I’m giving you my opinion, you said the book was about two guys trying to get their lives right, but you seem to be pushing the kid at another guy, who in truth would bore a seventeen year old to tears with all his parental advice. Which isn’t very sexy and sort of sounds like the kid would have Daddy issues if he was even interested in the guy.” I tell him, then look down at Brian looking up at me with a two drinks in his hands.”Sorry, it seems I have a previous engagement. I’ll call you when I decide what my answer is. By the way, don’t ask an opinion if you don’t want to hear it.” I tell him, walking toward the drink I need after this.

“It looks like you’ve had a busy night.” Brian says, handing me a drink.

“I’m starting to think writers are a breed of elitists who don’t like hearing the truth.” I tell him downing the shot, and deciding I wasn’t into this tonight.

“Where you headed?” He asks, and I keep feeling like I’ve heard this before.

“No place special.” I said, when I didn’t plan to say anything, but just leave him standing there.

“I can change that.” He tells me.

“I’m sure you think you could, a lot of people try, but it just ends up being the same thing, different night. Good luck on adopting your son, but my life doesn’t include what you seem to want.” I tell him, trying to get away before I give in to him.

“I wanted to show you something, it won’t take long.” He tells me, following behind me.

“Really? It would have sounded better if you said it would take all night.” I tell him, letting him walk with me to my car.

“Can we just go where I want to and you see what I want to show you? If you decide to leave, then I won’t stop you.” He tells me.

We both turn when Babe starts shouting at us. “I bet that’s the real reason, Brian pulling bullshit because he’s jealous that we have what he doesn’t.”

“I love how he doesn’t get that yelling shit that pisses me off only makes me want to call the other publishers and tell them what comes with Ian.” I tell Brian.

“Michael thinks the louder he becomes, the more likely he’ll get his way.” Emmett comes over to us. “Can I get a ride, Ben and Ted are sort of getting on my nerves?” He asks Brian.

“Take my car, I was going to show Justin something.” Brian tells him, handing him the keys.

“I’m really just ready to go home, tonight was a mistake.” I tell him.

“Five minutes and Emmett can follow if you want to leave me stranded.” Brian offers.

“Let's go, hopefully Hunter kept my keys.” I mumble.

“Hunter?” Brian asks, when he got in my Jeep.

I looked at Ian and Babe flipping us off and most likely calling me all sorts of wonderful names while standing around. “Hopefully they won’t follow us.” I tell Brian.

“They’d have to get Ben and Ted to agree, since neither of them have a car.” Brian laughs.

“Where to Brian?” I ask.

“Kinnetik Galleries.” He tells me.

“I don’t think they let you just wander around there in the middle of the night.” I tell him.

“Have you been there?” He asks.

“I keep meaning to go, but just end up doing something else.” I tell him. I don’t say I avoid it because it reminds me of what I wanted to do.

“Tonight you can finally get to do it.” He tells me.

We pulled up and I waited while he opened the doors and let us in, locking it behind him. I walked around, looking at the walls and the way the paintings were set up, with seats so you could study the painting. “I like the way it’s done, people can stop and really look at them.” I tell him, marveling at the ability painters had.

“Are you an art lover or artist?” He whispers, as I sit in front of one.

“I wanted to be an artist, but starving until I made it wasn’t something I planned.” I tell him.

“Painting is something you could still do, it’s not like being a publisher means you gave up your dreams.” He tells me.

I got up, not liking the way he seemed to think he knew what I needed in life. “While this was interesting, I wasn’t really looking for a tour of ‘this could be your life’.” I tell him, taking off my shirt and pants. I walked over and helped him out of his clothes, he didn’t stop me when I pushed him into the chair and spread his legs, kneeling in front of him. He was hard and I wanted to taste him. I licked down to his balls then took each into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue while running my hands down his chest. He leaned his head back when I licked the vein until I got to the crown and took him down my throat until I had all of him.

“You’ve always been the only one who could do that.” Brian whispers at me. Making me pull back and look at him. “It’s hard for most guys to manage.” He says.

“You’re a lot for any guy.” I tell him, ignoring what he said and continuing to fuck him with my mouth.

Brian started moving as I stilled, letting him do the work while my I twirled my tongue. Before he came he pulled me off of him and onto his lap. Normally I’m the top, but I really wanted to feel him in me. He grabbed his wallet next to the chair and pulled out the lube and a condom, using the lube on his fingers and pouring what was left over the condom he put on.

“You can top if you want, you just seem to want to do it this way.” He tells me, fingering me.

“Just fuck me.” I commanded, moving his hand and impaling myself on him, I screamed, but loved the burn before the pleasure takes over.

He held me still as I winced, but slowly moved my hips to adjust to him. I’ve always liked a little pain, because the pleasure becomes intense after. I raised enough that he was pulled out half way before gliding back down on his cock. He left me to move for us, and enjoyed everything I did while riding him. I reached to stroke myself back to hardness and his hand was below me massaging my balls. The pace picked up and Brian held me as he turned us so I was on my back while he was on his knees and able to thrust in faster, watching as he entered and exited me. I felt him thickening and when he started slamming into me, I jerked my cock too, because I needed to cum. He held off until I came between us before slamming in three more times and cumming into the condom.

It took a while before we were moving again, but it was into the shower in his office where we cleaned up and fucked again. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him, and bent him over his desk before I fucked him for the next hour. We both ended up falling asleep on the couch in the Gallery, and I woke up at two thinking it was time to get the fuck away. Brian tried to keep me with him while he slept, but I managed to get away and get dressed. I was opening the door, when he spoke from behind me...

“Walking away when it scares you, doesn’t change what it is.” He tells me, letting me out.

“It’s fucking, not love.” I tell him, going to my car.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself. I’ll see you next time.” Brian tells me.

“One time only.” I tell him.

“Breaking rules is what I do best.” He tells me, closing the door.

.