“I can’t believe you,” Justin groaned, as they got out of the Jeep. “We’re late to our own bachelor party.”

“It’s called arriving in style, Sunshine.” Brian threw an arm over Justin's shoulders, guiding him inside.

Tom, the bouncer, stopped them just before the chain curtain, talking in his wrist mike.

“I had no idea I had become a celebrity overnight,” Brian commented.

“Humor us, Brian,” Tom said, smiling. He touched his ear piece, then pulled aside the chain curtain. “Have fun!”

King of My Castle started playing loudly, which made Brian laugh. “Pretty accurate.”

“It was my idea.” Justin wrapped an arm around Brian's elbow.

Brian peered at him, grinning. “It makes me feel like a boxer about to head into the ring. I always loved this song.”

“I know,” Justin said, snuggling into Brian's side and kissing his cheek.

“About time you arrived,” Emmett exclaimed, joining them. “What the fuck did you do?”

Justin winced, hoping the obvious answer wouldn’t get Emmett's panties in a twist.

Brian shrugged, pushing his tongue in his cheek. “Your party was going to be lame. I wouldn’t have enjoyed it with only ten people.”

“And you had to let random people attend your bachelor party?” Emmett cried out, waving to the men scattered across the dance floor.

“They’re not random people. They’re my former sex partners.” Brian patted Emmett's cheek, heading to the bar to greet their other friends.

He could hear Emmett sputtering in rage, and Justin trying to pacify him. As always, cleaning up after him, which Brian hated. Justin wouldn’t have to apologize in Brian's name because he had decided to liven up the party.

“Justin,” Brian said over his shoulder, stopping several feet away from their friends, waiting at the bar.

Justin hurried to his side, pursing his lips. “Emmett is really upset. And…I’m shocked. When did you do this?”

“I’m sorry for not wanting to have a lame bachelor party. They’re here for decoration, filling up the place, take you pick,” Brian explained.

Michael joined them hugging both of them. “I must admit,” he whispered, glancing in Emmett's direction, fearfully. “This party is tons better than a small gathering amongst us.”

“Hear that, Honeycutt?” Brian called out, rolling his eyes. “Even Michael thinks this party rocks.”

Emmett huffed, heading to the bar and snatching an already prepared cocktail.

“Let’s not fight with Emmett. We need him tomorrow,” Justin reasoned, rubbing Brian's elbow.

“I know what the fuck we have to do. He’s been on my ass for the past couple of months constantly. Nothing I said or did pleased him,” Brian complained.

“Come on.” Justin took his hand, leading him toward the rest of their friends and family.

“I guess, it’s a good thing Jennifer decided to play babysitter,” Debbie said, amused, hugging them both.

Brian sneered. “I’m giving a farewell in style to all my fucks.”

“It’s not too late to change my mind,” Justin joked.

“You’re stuck with me, Sunshine.” Brian brought him closer, kissing his lips. Then he faced their friends. “I dare anyone to comment on the other guests.”

“As long as you won’t entertain any of them…” Ted commented.

“The only one I plan on entertaining is Justin.”

“It’s a miracle you gave up tricking. You’re an amazing influence.” Ted patted Justin's shoulder, returning to his drink.

Brian picked two shot glasses from the bar, handing one to Justin. He touched their glasses.

“Cheers.” Brian downed his Jägermeister, then picked another and another.

Justin pulled Brian to the dance floor, when Brian was ready to empty his fifth shot. “The night is young.”

“Have I taught you nothing? It’s always best to start the night buzzed.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather we don’t get wasted tonight. I want to remember tomorrow…and I don’t want either of us to be sick.”

Brian placed his forearms on Justin's shoulders, as they started moving with the rhythm of the song playing. “I don’t do hangovers.”

“It’s a miracle. I remember how much you used to abuse yourself.”

Brian grinned lazily. “I trained my body from a young age.”

Justin laughed, linking his arms around Brian's neck.

After a few songs, Justin started peppering kisses on Brian's throat. “I want you to apologize to Emmett.”

“I want you. Period,” Brian stated, claiming Justin's lips in a deep kiss. “I need another drink,” Brian said when they separated.

“I’ll mingle,” Justin offered.

“Enjoy.” Brian swatted his ass, returning to the bar.

He found Ted leaning against the side of the bar, like in the golden days. Brian grabbed a glass of whiskey, leaning next to Ted, resting his elbow on top of the bar.

“Where’s your husband?”

Ted glanced at him, rolling his eyes. “Blake doesn’t believe in marriage. And that’s something I don’t wait, either.”

“It was a matter of speaking, but thank you for keeping me up to date with something I’m not interesting in. Wanna dance?” Brian downed his glass.

“We…you and me…” Ted stuttered. “We’ve never.”

Brian dragged his friend to the dance floor. “I asked you to dance, not fuck, Theodore.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever danced together,” Ted said, bewildered.

“All the more reason. Tomorrow will be the first day of my life or some shit. I’m putting my old life behind in style.”

A couple of songs later, Brian's best drug dealer caught his eyes from across the room. Brian abandoned Ted, following Slick toward the hallway leading to the Backroom. Slick palmed him a tiny pill of E in a plastic bag.

“The best stuff, like I promised.”

“Thanks, buddy. I owe you,” Brian said.

“Nah. Consider it my wedding gift.” Slick winked.

“It’s the best present.” Brian gave him old friend a one-arm hug.

Slick leaned closer to Brian's ear so he would be the only one to hear, since the usual crowd had gravitated to the Backroom. “Thanks for allowing me to do my business here.”

“As long as you keep your nose close, we’ll still be friends,” Brian said seriously, turning to meet his eyes.

“Just the pills, like we agreed,” Slick promised.

Brian nodded. “Well, I better head back to my party.”

He barely managed a couple of steps when he saw Justin standing under one of the multicolored lights, his face painted in all colors, but Brian could see the familiar look in Justin's eyes. He hadn’t seen betrayal reflected in his blue eyes in years.

Brian strolled to him, but Justin held a hand up. “I don’t want to hear it,” Justin said in a tight voice.

“I wasn’t in the Backroom.”

Justin stared at him incredulously. “I saw you coming from there.”

Brian clutched Justin's elbow, when he tried turning around. Brian pulled him closer. “Would you stop this? I thought you trusted me. I got us something.”

“What? Crabs? Syphilis?”

Brian refrained from calling his partner a twat in that moment, because whatever Justin thought he saw had shaken his trust in Brian so badly that he decided to bring up old history.

“What the fuck do you think you saw?” Brian humored him.

Justin narrowed his eyes at him. “Emmett pointed out to you following someone in the Backroom. I told him he was crazy. I kept dancing and talking to Michael…then I saw you. Just outside the door, chatting with this guy.”

“That’s Slick. I think I’ve never formally introduced you. He’s my drug dealer.”

“I don’t care who you just fucked.”

“Christ, Justin. What the fuck did Emmett say to shake your trust in me this badly?”

Justin looked away, shoulders slumped. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No, you’re not. I understand why I might have given you the wrong impression…my past has come to bite me in the ass,” Brian sneered, wrapping both arms around Justin.

“I trust you, Brian. It’s just…Emmett saw this guy nodding to the Backroom and you were so quick to abandon Ted. I saw you were dancing with Ted, which was a shock itself, then you weren’t there. I thought you’d gone to the bathroom.”

“For what it’s worth, I only had good intentions. I got us some good shit – the best E.”

“One last hooray to our lives before we embrace marriage…the doom of gay and straight people?”

“I was a really bad influence on you, Sunshine,” Brian laughed.

“I need some vodka if we do E.” Justin turned to go in the bar’s direction, but Brian held him in place.

“Are we okay?”

“Yes. Apparently, I’m easily influenced.” Justin scowled in Emmett's direction. But Emmett was busy chatting and laughing with Debbie and Drew.

“I don’t blame you.” Brian kissed Justin's brow.

They made it to the bar, entangled in each other. Ted and Blake were nursing a glass of whiskey, each.

Justin asked for vodka, while Brian downed two shots of Jägermeister. They had become his favorite drink, second to whiskey, in the recent years.

Brian watched as Justin chugged two glasses of vodka, then picked Brian's glass from his hand, and downed the contents, slamming the glass to the bar top when he was done. 

Brian slid against Justin's side, taking the pill from his pocket, holding it on his finger, offering it to Justin. After a moment of hesitance, Justin licked Brian's finger, taking the pill in his mouth. Brian pushed Justin against the bar, pressing his lips to Justin's, opening them to search for the E and get a taste himself.

“Do you two ever get enough?” Michael asked, amused, hopping on a stool next to him.

“There’s no such thing as enough, Mikey. Especially, when it comes to Justin.”

Justin smiled widely, combing his fingers through Brian's hair. “It’s refreshing to hear you’ll never get tired of me.”

“Sunshine, we’re about to tie the noose around our necks. It can’t get any more serious than this.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m wearing a bowtie tomorrow. If you choose a rope, don’t come crying to me when Emmett starts chasing you with a broom,” Justin teased, sneaking his hands under Brian's shirt, touching his collarbone and shoulder. “It’s hot in here,” he said suddenly, and proceeded to undo three buttons from Brian's black shirt.

“How much did you have to drink?” Michael asked curiously, eyeing Justin, worried.

“Not enough.” Justin waved the bartender closer, asking for more vodka.

“Is this such a good idea?” Michael turned to Brian.

“Don’t be a party-pooper.” Brian took his offered glass of whiskey, and after touching it to Justin's vodka, they downed the contents. “Let’s dance.” Brian led Justin in the middle of the dance floor, between half-naked and sweaty men.

Justin tugged at the front of his shirt, making all buttons pop in all directions, before he threw his arms in the air, dancing with his shirt hanging open. Brian rolled the sleeves of his own shirt, touching Justin's hips as he fell in rhythm.

Justin pulled Brian closer, licking at his mouth. “One last fuck in the Backroom.”

“We can fuck in there anytime you want,” Brian pointed out.

“As bachelors,” Justin said sternly, then cracked up at his own joked.

“I think you got the best of our present.”

“I think I swallowed it before you kissed me,” Justin admitted. “Pleeeease.”

“Who am I to deny my future husband?” Brian asked mockingly, spinning Justin around and wheeling him toward the Backroom.

A chorus of catcalls followed them, and Brian even bowed and waved at the crowd. He ignored the scandalized looks on their friends’ faces, especially the enraged look on Emmett.

Brian leaned to press his lips to Justin's ear. “I was hoping you’d want to come here. I have something prepared.”

Justin smirked over his shoulder. “Aren’t you thoughtful?”

“I’m nothing if not thorough.”

Brian led him to a secluded area where a sling waited for them.

“Oh, God. Are you serious now?” Justin laughed loudly, going to touch the sling.

“What did you call it? One last hooray fuck.”

“Will it hold me?”

“It can hold up to three hundred pounds, which makes me shudder to think what bear designed this.” Brian dropped his hands to unzip Justin's pants. “You’re so hard.”

“I’ve never had the desire to be fucked in a sling more than now. How the fuck do I get in it?”

“First, work with me here, and step out of your pants.”

It took a little fumbling from both of them, before Justin was lying in the sling, back horizontal with the floor. His head was thrown back, and his mouth open, as wanton sounds left his throat with each thrust of Brian's hips.

Brian held onto the strings, but the swing still moved around, and Justin suddenly flailed his hands wildly, unable to anchor on anything as a powerful orgasm washed over him. He shouted for the whole Backroom to hear Brian had satisfied him once again. It didn’t take much longer for Brian to find his own release, leaning down to lay against Justin's sweaty chest.

“We need one of these at home,” Justin slurred out.

“It might not be wise,” Brian said softly, helping him up.

“Yeah, you’re right. Keep it here then. Make sure no one else gets to use it.”

“Behind a protection glass, like some of these famous paintings?” Brian asked, amused.

“I’m serious,” Justin said, cleaning up with his boxers, before stepping into his dress pants without any underwear. “Damn, I haven’t been so stoned in forever.” He touched his cheeks. “Why did I rip my shirt?”

“Don’t worry. I’m happy you are having fun.” Brian pulled him closer by the hem of his shirt.

They kissed for endless minutes, before leaving the Backroom in applause and more catcalls.

Emmett was waiting for them at the door, arms folded across his chest. “I’ve never been so humiliated in my life!” His eyes narrowed, and Brian wasn’t sure if Emmett might burst into tears, because he could see tears in his eyes. “I had planned this beautiful bachelor party for you. I thought it was the appropriate thing to do, after the flop from the last time.”

“It was a fabulous party, Emmett,” Justin said cheerfully.

“I expected more common sense from you, Justin. After what we saw…”

“You saw wrong,” Justin huffed, trying to hold his shirt closed.

“Just look at you – both of you! Even when I’m beyond upset with my clients, I still see the event through until the end. So expect me bright and early at your house. You better not be hangover and throw up during the ceremony,” he said, upset.

“Whatever, Honeycutt. I hurt your sensibilities by trying to liven up the party. You know this is our scene. When I heard Justin had convinced you to hold the party at Babylon, I knew you would turn the event into an obituary about our lost freedom.”

“That’s not true, Brian. There were drinks for everyone. We were going to dance and share memories.”

“Lame,” Brian mouthed, holding Emmett's eyes. “Look, Justin had fun. And I did, too.”

“You call this fun? You got trashed, like when you were the King of Liberty Avenue…the Stud…” Emmett waved around. “Well, congratulations for making a fool of yourselves.”

“Emmett, we really didn’t mean to upset you and ruin your party,” Justin said softly, touching Emmett's shoulder. “Come on. Admit it, this was way hotter than your idea.”

“What the fuck did you give him?” Emmett demanded, glaring at Brian.

Brian pulled Justin closer, returning Emmett's glare, aware of their friends close, hovering, about to interfere. “The E…the D…none of your fucking business. Leave your presents in my office, there will be no wedding tomorrow. We’re eloping.” Brian took Justin's hand firmly, taking him out of Babylon.

“Whoa! What just happened?” Justin asked, once they were outside.

Brian lit himself a cigarette, breathing harshly. “I’m done with this fucking charade.”

“Come on, don’t do this. You know how Emmett gets.”

“I’m going to call the minister.”

“It’s…whatever ungodly hour of night. Don’t be a dick. Besides, I don’t want to elope. I want everyone there for when we get married. I want to see Michael as your Best Man, and Ben as mine. I want to see Nick bringing our rings to the aisle, I want to see Mom and Debbie…and Emmett crying in their handkerchiefs as we say ‘I do’ and share our first kiss as legally married.”

“No one uses handkerchiefs anymore,” Brian scoffed.

Justin took the cigarette from Brian's hand. “Emmett was under a lot of stress with preparing our wedding, Brian. He’s our friend. He was so worried about making us happy and making sure everything turned out fabulous. He told me on several occasions how he wants us to never forget these beautiful moments.”

“Well, he threw us a party we’ll never forget,” Brian sneered, snatching his smoke back.

“I’m so sorry!” Emmett wailed, running out of the club and throwing himself at Brian. “I was a tool. Don’t elope. I don’t want to ruin your wedding…the most anticipated event of the century.”

“Then take your snot off my shirt.” Brian pushed him at arms’ length. “And Justin has already convinced me why eloping is counterproductive with all the stress from the past few months.”

“Oh, baby!” Emmett turned to hug Justin.

“It’s okay, Emmett. We’ve all been stressed. It was a great party.”

“Fabulous.” Brian joined their hug, wrapping an arm around Emmett. “But next time, you think you see me going after a trick, keep your opinions to yourself. Those days are the past.”

“Of course. I know that, Brian. I was so upset with what you had done…I didn’t get to think beyond you ruining the party I had planned so carefully. It really felt like the most appropriate farewell to your former life.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Now, can I take my man home? We have to nurse our hangovers before our wedding planner comes shouting at the crack of dawn.”

“The wedding isn’t until five. So, we’ll appreciate to sleep until noon,” Justin quipped.

“Noon?” Emmett repeated in horror. “There’s so much to do in the morning! Remember our schedule? We went over it yesterday.”

“Right now…all I remember is my name…barely.”

Emmett pursed his lips, and Brian planted a wet kiss on his cheek. “See you tomorrow, Princess.”

“We’ll be the ones in white,” Justin shouted over his shoulder.

“I’m still not sure why we have to wear matching, white tuxes,” Brian said, amused.

“Because I want it.”

“Of course.” Brian pushed Justin against the side of the Jeep, pressing his lips to Justin's. “Anything for my prince.”

Justin smiled widely, then started laughing. “And you’re the king of my castle.”

“Christ. I forgot how funny you are when you’re drunk and high.”

“Just wait for when I get sick in a few hours.”

“I haven’t vowed to any sickness and health issues yet. You’re on your own,” Brian teased, helping Justin in the passenger seat, when he stumbled as he tried to climb inside.

“Shit.” Justin turned to look panicked at Brian, once he got behind the wheel. “I don’t remember the vows I wrote for you.”

“It will come back. We have another problem.”

“You lost the car keys,” Justin gasped, covering his mouth.

“No, you twat. I might be too drunk to drive. Watch this.” Brian winked, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Michael’s number, waiting for a couple of rings before the call connected.

“Hey! What’s up?” Michael asked curiously.

“We need a lift home.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come out here, and drive us home. Ben can follow you to take you back.”

“Reliving our lost youth thoroughly, huh?” Michael joked. “I’ll be right there.”

“Want to move to the backseat?” Justin asked, his eyes twinkling.

When Michael got in the car, he threw them a dirty look. “If you start fucking on the way home, I’m leaving you on the side of the road. Ben will be right behind us. He’ll take me, while you get to find a way to get home.”

“Wow. Who pissed in your drink tonight, Mikey?”

“Don’t drive too fast. I’m feeling queasy,” Justin begged.

“If you throw up on me, I’m throwing you out of the fucking car, Justin,” Brian threatened, but he wrapped his arms around him.

Not five minutes into the drive, Justin had fallen asleep on Brian's shoulder.

“Now, this is a far cry from the first night you met Justin, and I drove you home.” Michael met Brian's eyes through the rearview mirror.

“It was Justin's idea to reenact that night. Apparently, he’s all talk, no action.”

Michael shook his head. “I haven’t seen him so trashed in my life.”

“It’s not the first time we had such fun,” Brian explained. “It hasn’t happened in ages, though. I hope to mend him before the wedding, or Emmett will never forgive us.”

“That was crazy,” Michael commented.

“We’re okay, don’t worry. He understood I was right, once again.”

Michael laughed, making Brian poke his tongue out.