Chapter 12 - Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

By Wednesday night, Brian was feeling trapped just sitting at home with Justin. It wasn’t Justin’s fault; he mostly enjoyed being around the blond, even if they couldn’t have any real conversations yet but, between Gus’ visit over the weekend and the past two nights of working late to catch up after taking all that time away from the office, Brian hadn’t been out to a bar or club for way too long. All that enforced domesticity was starting to get to him. So Brian decided that a night out at Babylon was definitely in order. 

After using his phone to look up what he needed to tell Justin, he wandered up to the rooftop deck to find his houseguest. Justin was again lounging around in those ridiculously skimpy swim trunks, catching some sun, and lazily playing in the sketch book he always seemed to have close by. Brian had taken a peek at the drawings in there and been quite impressed by the kid’s skills. If they hadn’t been playing this stupid game where Justin was pretending he didn’t understand Brian, with Brian pretending he didn’t know that Justin knew what he was saying, Brian might have made a point of asking him about it, but that just seemed too difficult under the circumstances. What he had seen was good, though.

Justin looked up and smiled that bright, shiny, innocent grin at him the moment Brian opened the door to the roof. Fuck. This kid really was far too hot for his own good. Not to mention how distracting he was when Brian was still trying to come up with a good way to interrogate him about Kacmar. He still had no idea how to do that while maintaining their game of deception. But who could blame Brian for losing focus when the kid always looked so fucking beautiful that it caused all the blood to drain out of his brain and into his dick? 

“Youstin,” Brian greeted his guest with a smile of his own and tried to ignore the fact that even just a glimpse of that sleek, lightly-muscled body, and the acres of pale skin, made him want to drop to his knees and eat the kid alive. “I thought we’d get out of here tonight. You up for a little entertainment? I figured we’d hit the Diner for dinner, then maybe Woody’s for pool and a visit to the club afterwards?”

Justin, as expected, pretended to be confused at Brian’s little speech. Brian remembered his phone where he’d already typed it all out and proffered the device to his visitor so Justin could play act that he was reading the translation. After scanning the words on the phone, the boy sat up straighter and, with another totally disarming smile, nodded his acceptance of the offer of a night on the town. 

“Da! Is good,” Justin said, again with the laughably fake accent. 

“It’s very good. And seeing you shaking your ass at the club, hopefully in something tight and slutty, will be even better,” Brian commented, rather enjoying the blush he was always able to rise from his victim. Just because he could, and because he enjoyed the power trip he got from those blushes, he gave the kid his most lascivious wink and added, “Hurry up and get dressed. I’m hungry . . .” 

Brian supposed that, even if Justin didn’t speak English, he would probably have gotten Brian’s meaning from the way he growled after declaring his hunger. It was pretty clear that he wasn’t as interested in the menu at the Diner as he was in the possibility of biting into his delectable house guest. The sight of Justin’s cock plumping up so nicely under those skimpy shorts was all the evidence Brian needed that the kid clearly understood his real meaning. 

If only Brian could act on those words.

But, instead, Brian grumbled and took himself off to the shower for some private time with his own, poor, neglected dick.  

Once they were both showered and dressed, Brian led the way downstairs to the garage and held the door for Justin while the blond got in the Jeep. Brian had almost decided to forget going out, and just drag Justin off to bed, when he’d seen what the younger man was wearing. The blond had come downstairs adorned in a pair of midnight blue leather pants that looked like they had been spray painted on and a skintight net shirt the same cornflower blue as his eyes. Brian had teased the kid about wearing something tight and slutty but the outfit he’d appeared in went beyond Brian’s fondest wish. As it was, he’d had a hard time concentrating on the road, what with the smell of leather, some crazy sexy cologne that gave off hints of bergamot and patchouli, and the aroma of the blond’s clean skin, all mixed together, wafting off the man sitting next to him. Damn. If he’d thought Justin was appetizing before, he was practically ravenous after that short drive together. 

He was relieved when they arrived at the Liberty Diner and he was finally able to put a little distance between himself and the blond. If they’d been trapped together in that car for much longer, Brian might have broken his promise to himself and fucked the kid out through the top of the sunroof. Brian never thought he’d be grateful for the familiar funk of the greasy-spoon diner. At least while they were eating, that too-tempting aroma would be dampened enough to be bearable. 

Justin smiled at his host as Brian held the door to the Diner open like the gentleman he was. The minute they were through the door, however, Brian was further distracted from his delectable guest by the sound of someone yelling his name from clear across the restaurant. With a groan, Brian huffed in resignation before ushering Justin over to the booth where Michael was waving frantically at them.

“Brian!” Michael jumped up to kiss his best friend, pulling Brian down so that he could leave a wet one on the taller man’s lips. “I didn’t know you were coming out tonight. It’s about time. I was beginning to think you’d disappeared.”

“You really need to get a life of your own, Mikey. We’re not in high school anymore. You ARE allowed to go out on your own a few nights a week. Besides, don’t you have a husband hidden somewhere?” Brian asked as he gestured to Justin to slide into the empty side of the booth before following quickly so that he wouldn’t be pulled down to sit next to Michael. 

“Ben is being kind of a bitch lately. He keeps giving me shit about wanting to go out dancing ‘on a school night’. Which just totally pisses me off, you know, because I’m not in school. And even if I was, he’s not my mother . . .”

“Uh, don’t you think he means that it’s a ‘school night’ for him?” Brian suggested. “Ben’s a teacher, right? I’m assuming that means he has early classes that he has to teach most weekdays, so perhaps he’s trying to tell you that he doesn’t want to go out partying all hours when he has to work the next day?”

“But you go out all the time and still make it to work in the mornings, Brian,” Michael insisted, aiming an adoring grin up at his hero.

“Not everyone is me,” Brian stated succinctly. “I work for myself, so it doesn’t matter if I come in all fucked out and hung over. Nobody can fire me. And, I’m sorry to break it to you, Mikey, but even I can’t party every night like I did back in my twenties. We all need a night or two off every now and then.”

Michael immediately launched into a multitude of denials, refusing to believe that Brian Kinney was anything less than a superhero, able to fuck his way through Gayopolis by night while still taking the advertising world by storm come day, and doing it all without benefit of sleep. Brian ignored his babbling. He’d already heard Michael’s, ‘you’ll always be young and beautiful; you’re Brian Kinney, for fuck sake’ speech far too many times. He didn’t need to hear it yet again.

Brian knew he remained hot - even as he was knocking at the door of thirty-five - and was happy that he could still pull practically any guy he wanted whenever he wanted. But even he knew he’d have to slow down sometime. At a certain point everyone grew up, despite themselves, and eventually even Brian had realized there was more to life than the next circuit party. He was a successful businessman with a multimillion dollar company to run and a son to provide for. There were people who depended on him to be rational and in control. He’d fought it for a time, but by that point in his life Brian was reconciled to the fact that he had better things to do with his life than troll the clubs night after night. 

Michael, however, seemed stuck in some perpetual juvenility. And he wanted nothing more than for Brian to join him in that pursuit. Brian actually felt a little bad for Ben, who had to be a fucking saint to put up with Michael when he acted like this.

Of course, he didn’t bother saying any of that to Michael, who was congenitally incapable of hearing anything he didn’t want to hear, especially when it had anything to do with Brian not being at his beck and call to go out whenever he wanted to drag him out. 

“You know what you want to eat, Sunshine?” Brian asked his blond dinner companion instead. 

He typed, ‘what do you want to eat’ into his phone and then showed the device to Justin so the young man could pretend to read the Croatian translation. Justin only gave the phone a perfunctory glance and then pointed to his menu. Brian held back a laugh; he didn’t think it prudent to point out that, if Justin really didn’t speak any English, he wouldn’t have been able to translate the words ‘Bacon Cheeseburger’. Ridiculous little twat. Good thing he was hot.

“Brian? Brian, are you even listening to me,” Michael demanded when he finally realized that his friend was paying more attention to the mute blond in the corner than to him.

Luckily, Brian didn’t have to answer since Debbie arrived just then with her usual cheery banter and an offer to take their orders. 

“Evening Boys.” Debbie did a double take when she saw the hot little twinkie sitting in the booth next to her lone wolf pseudo-son. “And just who is this adorable little morsel, Brian?” Deb asked. 

Before Brian could even take in a breath to answer, Michael started whining, “He’s just some immigrant one of Brian’s new clients sent him as a ‘bride’. One that has been taking up ALL of his free time so that he barely gets to leave home to go anywhere,” he groused, annoyed as always when Brian’s attention wasn’t focused on him.

Brian gave Michael a withering look. But, since the whiney man had finally stopped to take a breath, and Brian was at last able to get a word in, he explained, “Deb, this is Youstin. He arrived here from Croatia just a few days ago and, as far as anyone knows, he doesn’t speak English. We’re still trying to work out with my newest client exactly why he was sent to me. Unfortunately, your son is being a little bitch about things because he feels left out. Apparently he thinks we are still in Middle School and shouldn’t ever not speak for more time than it takes to sleep,” Brian told her while wrapping his arm around Justin, just to annoy Michael. 

“I don’t care where he’s from or what language he speaks,” Deb declared with an exaggerated wink at the blushing blond. “He’s fucking adorable, that’s what he is!”

Justin looked down, pretending to be involved in his menu in order to hide the fact that the waitress’s words were making him blush such a deep red that it felt like his skin was going to melt off. 

Brian laughed in spite of himself. He had to agree that the kid really was fucking adorable. Those impossible blushes that seemed to light Brian’s dick on fire somehow got to him every damn time. He’d never thought of himself as particularly prone to romantic thoughts, but when he was around Justin, Brian didn’t seem able to help himself. He just couldn’t stop the word ‘adorable’ from popping into his head all the fucking time. And, now that Debbie was echoing those thoughts, he figured he was done for. He’d probably have to cut off his dick and resign himself to becoming a fucking lesbian since he couldn’t stop all these ridiculously romantic sentiments from invading his psyche every time he looked at the annoyingly adorable blond . . .

In a vain attempt to derail all those invasive lesbionic thoughts about how cute Justin was, Brian busied himself with ordering dinner for the both of them. He got himself his customary turkey on whole wheat, dry, and a cup of coffee, and ordered Justin the bacon cheeseburger he’d requested along with fries and a soda. Michael, meanwhile, sulked on his side of the booth as he ordered a burger and fries for himself. Deb shook her head at her hard-headed son but didn’t bother to comment as she went to put in the dinner orders. She knew that her son was never going to get what he wanted from Brian, but no amount of talking or trying to reason with him ever seemed to make any difference.

Once the food was delivered, everyone ate quietly. Michael was still sulking. Justin ate like he was starving, although with much better table manners than Michael had ever displayed. Brian merely picked at his own food, seemingly very intent on watching Justin’s mouth as the younger man ate. He didn’t want to voice his thoughts aloud and set Michael off again, but the whole time Brian was busy thinking of several, much better, uses for the tongue that kept peeking out to lick away any stray juices that tried to escape from Justin’s plump pink lips. He was seriously worried by that point because his brain just kept repeating the word ‘adorable’ over and over and over again and he didn’t seem able to shut it up. He’d never experienced anything like this before. He’d heard of ear worms, but this was more like an ear serpent, and he couldn’t even blame his condition on being drunk because he hadn’t had a drop of alcohol yet that evening. What the fuck was happening to him?

After they finished and Brian paid the tab, he ushered his wordless blond out, planning to make a stop at Woody’s for an hour or two of drinks and pool before heading to Babylon. The entire walk over to the bar, Michael kept up a constant stream of babbling, trying to usurp Brian’s attention. The few times that Brian stopped to ask Youstin a question or pay any attention to the blond, Michael would protest and his eyes would emit laser-sharp beams of hatred in the kid’s direction. Brian was borderline alarmed at how much blatant animosity Michael was displaying. He’d always known that Mikey was a possessive little shit, but this was taking things a little too far. Brian feared he was finally going to have to do something to wean his friend of this envious streak. Enough was enough. 

The minute they walked through the doors of Brian’s favorite Liberty Avenue bar, they spotted Emmett waving to them from over near the pool table. 

Emmett ran to them and effused “Oh, good! You brought Youstin. Can I play with Baby tonight Brian, please?” 

Brian thought about it for a moment before replying. “Fine, Honeycutt, but only if you keep your hands to yourself,” he told the tall queen. 

“You take the fun out of everything, Bri,” Emmett commented with an exaggerated pout while totally ignoring Brian’s warning, linking his arm through Justin’s, and immediately leading the young man away without a glance back at the bossy brunet. 

Brian smiled at the departing duo but almost changed his mind when he heard Michael mumble, “About fucking time. Now I get to play with my best friend.” However, since Em and Justin were already halfway across the bar, Brian just rolled his eyes and followed in their wake without commenting on Michael’s jealousy.

As soon as a table was available, everyone grabbed a cue and Brian set up the table. Justin broke. He and Emmett got stripes. Brian could tell Justin was intentionally playing down to the level of the other players, though, when Justin missed the next easy shot. Brian moved over so he could stand next to Justin and kissed his temple as Michael stepped up, took a shot, and promptly missed. 

“What the fuck Brian, you’re supposed to be playing with me,” Mikey complained. 

“Well, if you would look at the balls on the table and not the pair between Youstin’s thighs, maybe you could sink a few,” Brian answered snarkily. 

Em tittered and Justin looked away to hide his own smile. Michael glared at everyone before stomping away to gulp down another beer. Meanwhile the game went on. 

Emmett sank two balls on his turn and then missed a third. When Brian went to shoot, Justin stood at the corner of the table where Brian was aiming, his crotch snugged up tightly against the corner pocket, with his very visible bulge right in Brian’s sight line. Cheeky little fucker!

“Hey, Sunshine, you better hope I don’t miss and hit the ball into that huge package you’re displaying,” Brian commented, taking the shot very carefully while Justin pretended not to know what he’d said. When the ball clunked into the hole, the impertinent little blond gave a dramatic little groan and shook his hips so that his leather-encased dick waved back and forth. Brian momentarily forgot about the pool game. He envisioned how he wanted to push the irritating little twinkie face down over the green felt baize of the pool table, peel those fucking leather pants off, and sink into the hole he knew was hiding inside until his own balls slapped against that perky ass. Now that would be a hole in one! 

“Brian? Brian! What are you waiting for? It’s still your turn,” Michael interrupted the filthy fantasy Brian had been having with his vexatious grumbling, causing the stud to shoot his friend a scathing look that was just as accurate as his next pool shot. 

The game continued with both Brian and Justin teasing and baiting each other the whole time despite the fact that neither said a word out loud. The silent teasing was fucking hot, though. Brian was hard as a rock before they’d even finished game one, and by the time they were done, he felt like his dick was ready to bust out the fly of his jeans. Thankfully, just before the end of the third game, Ben called Michael and asked if he could bring him something to eat from the Diner to tide him over while he finished grading the papers he needed to get back to his students the next day. Brian was more than happy to get rid of the bitchy man. He happily loaned Michael the jeep, grateful to have a small reprieve from the nasty looks and snarky comments, at least for a while. Michael promised to come back as soon as he’d taken care of Ben, and would meet them at Babylon. As soon as Michael was out of the picture, the others walked over to Babylon to get started on the rest of their evening. 

Brian would have loved to be going there to get laid - except for the few relatively tame encounters with Justin, his dick hadn’t seen much action yet this week - but unfortunately, unless Ted or Emmett were willing to watch over the blond, he couldn’t leave the kid alone while he went off to get himself serviced. And, yes, he knew that ‘Youstin’ wasn’t really as helpless as he pretended, but he couldn’t just leave the guy there where he would have to continue to play mute. Although, Brian supposed, it might be kinda humorous to watch. Whatever. Brian supposed he could figure it out later, but in the meantime he’d just stick close and keep an eye on his guest. 

Bypassing the long line of hopefuls out front, Brian’s group headed through the chains that served in lieu of a door and into the throng of gyrating bodies. Brian and Justin quickly pushed their way up to the bar. Brian ordered drinks for himself and Justin then leaned back against the bar to watch the parade of men passing by. They were soon joined by Emmett, who had stopped to talk to someone, with Ted and Blake showing up a few minutes later. Brian nodded at the trio and bought a round for all. They all stood around and did the club thing for a bit, making snarky comments about various men they knew or admiring the attractive qualities of anyone considered fresh meat. It was a familiar scene and, without Michael there constantly jabbering in his ear, Brian actually let himself relax and enjoy it all. 

When Justin seemed to be paying more attention to the dancers than to Brian, he leaned over to Ted and Emmett and quietly said, “Hey, could you guys keep an eye on Youstin for me? I’ve got some business I need to see to in the back.” 

“Sure thing Brian,” Em responded at the same time that Ted answered, “Not a problem.” 

Not even waiting for Brian to leave, Emmett took advantage of the twinkie protector’s imminent departure to wave for Justin’s attention and pantomimed dancing. Justin looked at Brian, who nodded and motioned for him to go with Emmett. Em clapped and jiggled with glee, like he’d just be given a present. 

Brian shook his head at the tall queen, adding with a shout over the noise of the crowd, “hands above the waist, Honeycutt.”

“Fine, your highness. And don’t call me Honeycutt,” was the response Brian got. 

Once the two dancing queens were out of sight, Brian quickly headed for the backroom. When he got there all he had to do was lean against the wall; soon enough he had a couple of guys lined up to get him off. Brian couldn’t choose so he did the ‘eenie-meenie-miney-moe' thing, landing on a rather nice looking ‘Moe’ who had wide lips, a lanky swimmer’s build, and who acted like it was an honor to drop to his knees and service the Stud’s cock. Brian was more than happy to indulge the poor man’s fantasies, running his hand through the mousy brown hair of his newest admirer as the man made quick work of undoing Brian’s belt and then diving down to suck at the treasure he found there. 

And it was good. Really, it was. I mean, Brian didn’t have any trouble getting off - he never did - and an orgasm was an orgasm, right? But it wasn’t exactly anything mind-blowing. It was just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill, backroom blow job. Which should have been more than enough to satisfy him. If he caught himself a couple of times looking down and feeling vaguely disappointed that the head bobbing at his crotch wasn’t blond, what did it really matter? Although, it wasn’t like him to be so picky when it came to a hook up. 

Back out by the bar, after he’d emerged from his time getting to know Moe, Brian noticed that Michael had arrived. He frowned and took a deep breath, forcing himself to continue towards the group of friends. He kinda wished that Ben hadn’t been busy grading papers that night so he could have been there to distract his husband. It would have kept him away from Brian at least.  

As he neared the group, Brian overheard Michael shouting at Ted, “Have you seen Brian? He didn’t find tonight’s fuck and leave already did he?” 

To which Ted shook his head and replied, “he’s around somewhere.”

Brian hung back, using a group of leather bears as cover, while watching what his friend would do. Looking around, Michael scanned the crowd eagerly. Brian could tell when Michael spotted Justin and Emmett dancing. When he didn’t see Brian out on the dance floor with the other two, Michael’s smile grew. Finally, he looked behind him and must have spied Brian heading toward the bar, apparently coming from the backroom, because the smile on his face seemed to get somehow crueler as it stretched from ear to ear. 

Pretending he didn’t see Brian, Michael turned his back on his friend, waiting for the best time to comment. Brian wasn’t sure what was about to happen but figured he’d already been found out so he might as well face the music. He cut through the den of bears and continued to make his way back to the bar. Once Emmett saw Brian headed towards the others, he led his blond dance partner back to the gathering at the bar. 

Michael spoke up first, before Brian had a chance to get a word in, commenting, “Hey Em, did Brian at least pay you to babysit the foreign whore while he visited the backroom?” 

To which Emmett replied, “he didn’t have to. I like Youstin. Now, don’t be a jealous little bitch just because someone else has a toy that you won’t ever get a chance to play with, Michael.” 

Brian glanced at Justin to see if he would react to Michael’s comment. The blond’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and he darted a withering look at the bitch in question. It was only a quick flash, but Brian saw it. He liked the feistiness he saw there and, if it hadn’t meant he’d be giving away the fact that he knew the kid’s secret, Brian would have praised him for it. 

Instead, Brian’s response was to grab that fiery little blond and give him a toe-curling kiss before threading his fingers through the blond’s. “Come with me, Sunshine. I need you to translate for me. I need to know how to say, ‘on your knees and get your hot mouth on my cock’ in Croatian.” 

While Ted snickered and Emmett pretended to be shocked, Justin flashed a quick smirk at Michael. He didn’t resist at all, though, when Brian started towing him away from the group. Brian led Justin to the backroom, navigating his way to a more secluded spot near the back, the compliant little blond willingly trotting along at his heels. When he found an open section of wall he leaned back, pulling Justin against him for a very thorough kiss, before ostentatiously opening his pants and then pressing down on the blond’s shoulder. 

Justin quickly got the message and smiled up at his host as he gracefully dropped to his knees. He made a show of licking his lips, with that same teasing little grin that seemed to drive the brunet wild. Brian felt something in his gut clench and he shivered despite the muggy heat in the room. He’d just had a perfectly decent blow job less than ten minutes before but the second Justin looked up at him like that he was instantly hard again. He didn’t know what the fuck it was about this kid, but somehow the youth managed to invoke a response from Brian that was wholly unexpected. 

Brian didn’t have time to examine his reactions for very long though. Justin seemed eager to have a full taste of the huge cock he’d only gotten to toy with up till then. He dove down on Brian’s prick with the same relish as a starving man served a feast. Brian was more than happy to let him have at it, enjoying every lick and suck. And, when the talented blond swallowed around the sensitive head of his cock, hollowing out his cheeks and creating enough suction that it felt as if was going to physically extract Brian’s orgasm out of him whether or not the Stud was ready, Brian completely forgot to think at all. After that, all he could do was moan and shake as his body rocked through pulse after pulse of pleasure until he felt completely drained. When Justin was done, he daintily wiped his mouth on the cuff of Brian’s jeans and then efficiently tucked Mr. Happy away before doing up Brian’s fly. 

Brian concentrated on making sure his knees didn’t give out before his brain could come back online and, in the process, decided that Justin gave pretty amazing blowjobs. Better by far than Moe, if he was being honest. He hoped that, regardless of whatever was going on with Aleksi, he’d be able to continue to enjoy more of the same for the foreseeable future. 

It was Justin who was leading Brian as they headed back to the bar. Brian noticed the scowl on his best friend’s face as they approached so, as soon as they stopped, he wrapped his arms protectively around Justin from behind and commented, “I should have just started with the best. It’s not often that you find someone who can edge you until you are ready to beg to cum. Youstin has the best mouth I’ve had in forever.” 

Michael looked like he had just eaten rotten sushi. Justin smiled innocently, giving his best clueless imitation, as Brian kissed his neck from behind. Ted, Blake, and Em were giggling amongst themselves. 

Brian was very confused by his feelings for the blond, who he hadn’t yet even had any kind of real conversation with. It didn’t make any sense. He had never in his life been drawn to slight, young, blond men; he usually preferred men similar to himself or even more muscular. But he couldn’t seem to get enough of this young man, and it seemed like the more he touched him, the more he wanted from him. Also, why the fuck did he keep warning Emmett to not touch Justin and to keep his hands above the kid’s waist? The only thing that did make sense was how much he was enjoying the way Justin’s presence seemed to annoy the fuck out of Michael. Now that was amusing. 

And so, because he loved to make a dramatic exit just like any other queen, especially when it would get Mikey’s panties all in a twist, Brian took that opportunity to lean down, kiss Justin’s ear, and stage whisper loudly enough that Michael couldn’t help but overhear, “I think we should do more of that when we get home.” 

Even though Justin schooled his face so as not to betray any emotion, he wasn’t able to stop the excited shiver that ran through his whole body at Brian’s comment. Brian felt it, of course. And suddenly they both wished that they were at home, alone, rather than in some hot, crowded, and noisy club.