Chapter 1

“Wow,” Justin muttered after he had his breath under control again.

That had been one mindblowing orgasm. Brian Kinney really knew how to fuck, that was for sure. This had been the best fuck of his life. Even better than that time so many years ago.

“Not bad,” Brian agreed as he rolled away from his trick of the night and turned towards the nightstand to grab his pack of cigarettes, so he could light one.

As he was puffing on his cigarette, he turned back to the trick. “You've got skills.”

Justin snorted as he slowly sat up. “That's high praise indeed coming from you.”

He then stood up and walked over to the bathroom of the hotel suite they were currently in to get himself cleaned up.

He had met Brian Kinney several hours ago at a night club when he had been out dancing. He had caught Brian's attention and after a blowjob in the backroom of the club, Brian had asked him to come back to his hotel for some more fun. And knowing that it would be an enjoyable night if nothing else, Justin had agreed.

He took a quick shower to clean himself up, then walked back into the bedroom. Brian was half sitting, half lying on the bed, watching in amusement as Justin picked up his clothes and put them back on.

“What are you doing?” the older man asked in mild interest.

“I know you don't like your tricks to hang around afterwards. So I am getting ready to leave,” Justin replied, pulling up his jeans as he spoke.

“And how would you know that?” Brian raised an eyebrow in mild interest.

“In and out with a maximum of pleasure and minimum of bullshit, right?” Justin asked as he put on his shirt, looking directly at Brian and meeting his gaze head on.

Brian frowned, looking at the younger man in slight confusion. Had his reputation preceded him that much? Yes, he was the Stud of Liberty Avenue, but this was New York. In New York he was pretty much a nobody. Who cared about his stud status in Pittsburgh?

“Are you from Pittsburgh?”

Justin couldn't help but laugh. “You don't remember me, do you? I can't say I am surprised, really, but I guess it would have been nice to be remembered...”

“Remember you? From what?”

“How is Gus? He's what... five now?”

“Gus?” Brian frowned even more. “How do you know about Gus?”

Justin shook his head in amusement, then sat down on the sofa in the room to put on his shoes.

“That unexperienced virgin you fucked the night he was born? The annoying brat that couldn't go home because his parents couldn't find out where he had been all night, so you took him to the hospital with you?”

Brian frowned for a second and confusion showed on his face.

Justin nodded. “Yep, that would have been me.”

Brian looked beyond surprised and it was obvious that he was trying to remember any events from that night.

“I know that you were high, but were you really that high that you wouldn't even remember the man that named your son?” Now Justin also sounded slightly hurt.

“You? That was you?”

Justin had by now finished getting dressed. “Yep, me. Only that it has been a couple of years and much like Gus, I have grown up as well.”

“Gus is fine,” Brian finally said after the longest awkward silence between them. “He's with his moms and has a baby sister now.”

“Yours as well?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“God, no!” Brian exclaimed. “I would never let my sperm get close to that witch's twat. Michael is the father. You remember him? My best...”

At the same time as Brian was about to say 'best friend', Justin finished the sentence saying the same.

“Your best friend. How could I forget?” he rolled his eyes for good measure.

Brian frowned, but didn't say anything.

“Don't worry, he gave me the whole spiel the first time. He's a real good watchdog.”

“What do you mean?” Brian now asked, looking at the younger man with curiousity.

“You don't know?” Justin couldn't help but laugh once more. “Didn't he ever tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“How I came back to Liberty Avenue the night after you took my virginity? I was a teenager, I guess you could call me a lovesick fool. I wanted to see you again, but before I could, he crossed my path and explained to me how you only ever had sex with a guy once, how you didn't believe in love, but fucking, how you were a real asshole and how I would do well to stay away from you.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “That's what he said?”

“To be honest, he seemed more like a jealous lover than your best friend. If you were such an asshole as he said, why would he be friends with you and insist on telling everyone that he was your best friend? And why would he sound so damn smug and proud about it?”

Brian seemed to contemplate the question. “Yeah, why indeed?”

“Anyway, I got the message and left you alone. I saw you a couple of times on Liberty Avenue, but it was clear that you didn't remember me, so what was the point in saying anything?”

Brian just nodded.

“Well, I better leave you to your wicked ways. I guess I was lucky that you didn't recognise me or I wouldn't have had the pleasure of being fucked by you a second time.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Brian said quietly, before he took a second cigarette and lit it.

“I am not sure whether I wish that you will forget me again, so we can do this again or whether I wish for you to remember me this time...,” Justin mused as he placed one last long look at Brian, taking in his naked torso. He then turned around and left Brian's hotel room without another word.