Justin and Molly wandered down the alley, looking for stuff to use for a metal sculpture she was working on. They both looked like hobos since they were dirty, smelled a bit off, and both had been drinking. While Molly's boyfriend Dean sat waiting in the truck the siblings giggled as they trespassed a few dumpsters, passing a bottle between them. Which is how they ended up out at two in the morning, still thinking it was a good time dumpster dive for scrap metal. Justin just hoped they had room in the warehouse to store what Molly swore she could use. She would eventually use everything, while their mother complained about what Molly hadn't used.

They'd almost filled the back of the truck Justin borrowed, and realized they should stop before Molly needed a new place to store all her finds. Justin wondered what The Stud was doing tonight, then letting go of the thought since he really didn't get why anyone would want the reputation the guy had. Maybe it was more that Justin wished he could be that free, but he wanted more than a one night stand. Justin turned in time to catch Molly when she almost slipped into the dumpster and then almost let her go when a voice behind him scared the shit out of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Asked the angry voice behind them.

Justin turned to see the face of the guy he'd be willing break a few rules in his life for, only without the scowl. Justin had a few answers he could have given but decided against them, opting for a joke, in hopes the guy would just let them leave. He really didn't know why they bothered to stop at a dumpster behind a gay club anyway.  

"Checking that all the men in the club are practicing safe sex?" Justin snickered, hiccuping.

"It's kind of obvious we're digging in the dumpster, unless you're blind." Molly smarted off, falling when she stumbled to the ground, looking like a grubby urchin.

"Right now I wish I was blind, had lost my sense of smell, and hadn't said no to a blowjob. Instead I'm out here because I was told there were people diving in my dumpster." Brian told them.

"Oh... yeah I guess that's what it looks like... okay so it is what we were doing, but it's for a great reason... which I'm sort of not sure what it is yet, how about we get back to you with it later okay? So um... we'll just get going." Justin told him, not wanting to have to call his mother again to bail their asses out. It wasn't like they didn't pay her back, but to her the two of them landing in jail was the real problem. Which really didn't matter since the object was to get Mr Sexy Scowl to let them go.

"Yeah, not much in there other than used condoms anyway. Although I think I just figured out a new top shitty job to add to the top ten of all time shitty jobs." Molly giggled, trying to hi-five Justin and missing.

Brian worried, since they both looked like they needed help. Maybe he was getting soft. He looked as the blond kid turned around inching away and decided maybe not, when his dick stood at attention while he noticed an ass that could definitely launch a thousand hard-ons. Brian reined in his thoughts, he'd wanted to help, not lust after some teen. He got closer to the guy and realized he wasn't as young as Brian thought. Brian liked that the guy met his eyes, and felt the same pull Brian was feeling. Only the guy managed to act like he wasn't just checking Brian out, while Brian didn't care if the guy saw him leering. Brian got his head out of the gutter, going back to his original plan to see if he could help them in some way.

"Wait. Look, if you two need help..." Was all Brian got out before the police arrived.

"Fuck. Mom's going to kill us." Justin groaned as Molly giggled.

"Briiiian, let the police deal with them." Michael said, coming out and glaring at the kids who interrupted Michael's party that he insisted Brian throw for his birthday. Michael had been thrilled to see all the guys below him, jealous that Michael had Brian all to himself tonight. Michael got angry when the bouncer interrupted his party to tell Brian about the kids in the dumpster, and decided to deal with it his way when it dragged Brian's attention away from him. Getting pissed that Brandon didn't do anything but flirt when he walked up and Brian couldn't seem to drag his eyes away from the guy.

"Justin, we should stop meeting like this." Brandon laughed.

"Yeah, but if we did, you wouldn't be able to get my brother's ass anywhere near you." Molly snickered, grabbing the bottle and finishing it off.

"Are we going or are you two going to jail again?" Dean asked from the truck full of junk, not worried about jail since Brandon was the one here.

"Briiiian, are we going to jail?" Molly whined imitating Michael who was still glaring at her and Justin.

"Brian, let it go. I'll make sure they don't come back." Brandon offered.

Justin was disappointed that this was Brian, not that he had any reason to be. It made sense that Brian would be this gorgeous and that Justin wanted to lick him from head to toe. What didn't make sense was that he seemed to be a whole like nicer than Justin thought he would be.

"You know, Brandon's not so bad, really." Molly told Justin, not really wanting to face their mother if Brandon didn't get them out of this.

"He's the best, but unfortunately too pretty for me... why not help us out and show Brandon your goodies." Justin snickering when she flipped him off.

"Sorry Molls, but girl parts scare me." Brandon teased.

"So are we good to go?" Dean asked.

"That's up to my brother, Brian. Although why would you think you'd find anything here?" Brandon asked.

"I think Justin wanted to see The Stud." Molly snickered.

"How about letting us go, Stud?" Justin asked, hoping for it not to sound like he was flirting even though he really wanted to, since he was seeing the God of men for the first time up close. He had to reminded himself that Brian was a player in order to get his alcohol soaked brain back from the idea of offering a blow job to make up for the one Brian missed.

"I think it's time to get you two home, instead." Brandon said, pulling Justin to him, after seeing the way Justin couldn't take his eyes off Brian.

"How about I get them home instead." Brian said, not ready to let Justin leave.

"No you're not Brian, you're going to make Brandon deal with them for trespassing." Michael ordered when Brian and Brandon looked like they were going to pee circles around the blond kid.

"Dean will get us home, but thanks Brandon. Sorry about ruining your night Brian!" Justin told him, grabbing Molly and running to the truck. He needed to get some space between him and Brian before he did anything stupid, like forgetting Brian was all about one time only.

"It's not a problem, since I'm off duty now. We could go eat since you probably need something to absorb all the alcohol sloshing around." Brandon said as they made it to the truck.

"Dean can take us, and I'll take you up on lunch after I get back. It was nice to meet you Brian." Justin told him, jumping in to escape.

"Jesus, I should ask Carl what his cops are doing instead of their jobs!" Michael threatened.

"Michael go inside, and deal with the party you wanted." Brian growled, wanting to find out what Brandon knew about Justin.

"Not until you come with me." Michael said crossing his arms, waiting for Brian to do what he wanted.

"Brian, leave Justin alone. He doesn't need your brand of bullshit." Brandon told him, ignoring Michael.

"Please. Brian has better taste than you do." Michael sneered.

"If Justin wanted me, I'd consider myself lucky. Of course I think anyone is a leap up from someone like you." Brandon told him.

"Maybe Carl should know you like little boys too." Michael said, pissed that the kid managed to get the attention of not only Brian but fucking Brandon too.

"Why don't you go run your mouth like you always do, then once again you can look like the idiot you are." Brandon said, wondering why Brian was still friends with the fucker.

"At least I won't look I'm desperate, the way you did wanting some street trash!" Michael yelled.

"You don't need any help with looking desperate, since you cling to my brother when you know that's the only reason I put up with you." Brandon told him.

"Brandon." Brian warned, tired of the two fighting.

"He'd just jealous of you." Michael said wrapping his arm around Brian.

Brian stepped away to get Michael off of him, wanting more information on Justin. Which Brandon seemed reluctant to give him. Which meant Brandon really cared about Justin, and Brian needed to tread carefully. Brian and Brandon had agreed a long time ago to rules, and one was to respect certain friendships. Brian gave Brandon a pass on Michael, only because Michael went out of his way to alienate Brandon. Michael hadn't been happy when Brian didn't turn his back on Brandon when he found out Jack had two families that he shit all over. Brian and Brandon never talked about it, but they both carried the scars of Jack Kinney.

"Are you sure Justin's going to be okay getting home?" Brian asked quietly.

"Brian trust me, he doesn't need you riding to rescue him. He also wouldn't be interested in being another conquest of yours either. Justin is the kind you keep, not the kind you play with." Brandon told him.

"Like Brian would be interested in a loser like that." Michael said, not liking the fact that Brian and Brandon were ignoring him.

"Yeah, he wouldn't be interested in someone like Justin at all, since he likes losers like you. By the way, the guy you just called a loser owns one of the biggest animated and graphics companies in the business. Which means he wouldn't expect Brian to pay for his life like you do." Brandon said, angry that Michael really thought he had the right to say anything about Justin.

"Right. And when he's not running some ‘company' he's jumping in dumpsters." Michael snorted rolling his eyes.

"Jaybird?" Brian asked Brandon, ignoring Michael.

"Brian, let it go." Brandon said, not sure Brian could give Justin the things neither he or Brian believed in.

"You want him?" Brian asked, not sure he could back off for Brandon.

"I like him as a person, but I'm not sure I could be who he would want me to be. Which I'd at least try to do for him. Unless you can say the same thing, leave Justin Taylor alone." Brandon told him.

"I can't." Brian told him, honestly.

"Brian, he'd want monogamy, which is something you don't agree with, and he knows about your reputation." Brandon told him.

"How?" Brian asked, unsure of why he wasn't happy to hear that.

"I didn't tell him anything. Your reputation for one time only is pretty much the talk of Liberty Avenue. I mentioned we were brothers, and he asked if the shit people said about you was true. I didn't lie, just told him you'd never been interested in more." Brandon told him.

"Was he interested in me for a reason?" Brian asked Brandon.

"He just seemed curious about you, since he knows about Kinnetik." Brandon told him.

"Why the fuck would you bother with the twink, he isn't worth giving up your reputation over." Michael told Brian.

"Michael, either go to your party or go home, but either way go somewhere else." Brian told him, walking him to the backdoor and pushing him through it before slamming it in Michael's face.

Michael stood there, not liking the way Brandon smirked as Brian had dragged him to the door. He was also pissed that Brian seemed interested in the twink, more than Michael has ever seen before. He ran back into the club, trying to think of something he could do to make sure the kid didn't want anything to do with Brian. Michael didn't like the way Brian was acting, as if he would really give up the reputation he was famous for over a blond piece of ass. Michael thought about it and realized if Justin didn't like games. Which meant that Michael's idea would guarantee Brian didn't stand a chance with the guy. Michael smirked and went to Emmett since he wanted this spread all over the place.

"Hey Sweetie, where have you been?" Emmett asked, ready to bail on the lame ass party Michael wanted.

"Brian and Brandon were out back making a bet over who could get some new guy in bed first." Michael told him.

"Really, did they say who?" Emmett asked, not being able to resist the gossip.

"I think his name is... maybe I shouldn't tell you, but it's just between us right?" Michael said, watching Emmett get excited. "Justin Taylor. Apparently they thought it would be fun to play the game with only one name instead of ten this time." Michael told Emmett.

"Justin Taylor?" Emmett asked, to make sure he had the right name when he told Teddy and maybe a few of the others, who would be happy to bet with Brian and Brandon.

Michael sat smiling as the rumor started to spread over the whole club. By the end of the night, Michael was satisfied that Justin Taylor wouldn't give Brian the time of day. He didn't even notice that Brian hadn't come back in the club, until he needed a ride home and was told Brian had left hours ago. Which meant he didn't have a clue what Michael had done.