Sunday Nov. 19th 2000 at 9:27 pm

The normally colorful diner today sprout out mostly orange, yellow and black décor, turkeys with signs that read “Eat cock this year” or “Why not a sausage?” were hanging around the diner and posted outside the windows for passersby to see.

“Who did this?” Emmett gasped in a half offended half amused voice.

“Hey ma,” Michael greeted as he walked in with Emmett and Ted.

As if any other person could be responsible for the ghastly décor. Brian thought, whom was already sitting in the usual booth sipping coffee in his club clothes with Ben sitting across from him.

The three men made their way over to them after a much too enthusiastic hello from Debbie, and as Michael scooted next to Ben, both Ted and Emmett squeezed themselves (much to Brian’s displeasure) next to him.

Emmett who was by far one of the flashiest person he would ever associate himself with was sporting leather orange pants and a black mesh long sleeve under a very furry red coat. Ted, the conservative of the bunch was wearing boring slacks and-well who fucking even cares. Ben was looking exquisitely scrumptious with a well fitted red shirt with the first three buttons undone and skin tight black jeans. Michael was wearing his usual assortment; a blue fitted t-shirt and blue jeans, to his credit Brian had to admit these were tighter than usual and his best friend looked pretty darn good in them.

“So, what will it be boys?” Debbie asked the three new arrivals once she made her way over to their table.

After their orders were placed and before the food could arrive Brian made his escape by not so politely saying, “Move, I’m out of here,” and shoving Ted who was closest to him.

“Where you going Brian, we just got here,” Michael said as soon as Brian stood up to leave.

“Meet you at Woody’s,” he said in a form of an answer but before he could make his escape alone like he’d intended Ben said, “I’ll go with you, there is something I need to talk to you about.”

Brian didn’t answer he just continued to walk out of the diner, hoping beyond hope that Ben would not follow him, but no such luck.

The walk to Woody’s was made in silence but as soon as the pair had taken the first swig of their beers Ben began with the same dreaded talk. At this point he was like a broken record stuck on that song you can’t stand but that you also couldn’t get out of your head.

“Whatever is been eating at you, it has something to do with Taylor, doesn’t it?”

“Again, with the same song. Can we stop fucking talking about that kid.”

“Sure, once you come to your senses.”

“I have all of my senses thank you very much.”

“Whatever it is, he has upped his normally subtle flirting with me, I think it pleases him to know it bothers me.”

“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” he said a bit amused despite of himself.

“Well whatever it is, it seems to correlate with your recent foul mood.”

“I have been in a great mood.”

“Saying it aloud does not make it true Brian.”

Turning back to the bar Brian ordered a double Jim beam instead of the previous beer he had downed.

“Fine I’ll change the subject. Are you going to Deb’s for thanksgiving?”

“Like I have a choice, aren’t you?” he asked turning to look at the tall blonde for the first time since they arrived at Woody’s.

“Can’t. McAdams’ son is visiting him for the holiday and I promised I would cover those five days for him.”

“Isn’t he the one always complaining about his “cunt ex-wife”?”

“That be him.”

“And why you?”

“I traded Christmas.”

Brian signaled the bartender for two more shots and as both he and Ben swallowed the amber contents the door to the bar opened and Michael, Ted, and Emmett entered.

“I’ll cover Thanksgiving Day for you,” Brian said placing the glass on the counter.

“Really but-Brian it doesn’t have anything to do with-“

“Of course not, not in the slightest,” he responded and no he wouldn’t admit that the fact that Ben didn’t even have to utter the kid’s name for him to begin to deny it was rather telling. Good going Kinney.

“If you say so,” Ben responded a bit too amused to Brian’s liking as the rest of the gang reached the bar.

“What does Brian say?” asked Michael, whom never quite seem to notice that he sometimes tended to pry. Like mother like son, right.

“He’s covering Thanksgiving Day at the school for me.”

“Really?” said Ted and Emmett together as if there was something that they were clearly missing.

But Michael didn’t even question it, instead he literally jumped up and down and embraced Brian in a hug placing a big fat one on his lips. Brian couldn’t help but smile at his best friend whom was now engulfing his boyfriend in a very public display of affection.

“Oh love!” Emmett said excitedly as Ted said, “Will you two get a room.”

At that very moment Brian’s eyes caught sight of a beautiful chocolate skinned muscle bunny wearing such tight black leather pants that Brian couldn’t fathom how he actually pulled it over the very round ass that was now on full display as he bent over the pool table to aim a shot.

“And we lost him,” said Ted noticing where Brian’s attention was directed.

“See ya later boys,” was Brian’s response as he made his way towards the delectable trick.

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Monday Nov. 20th at 0600 am

Brian’s alarm blared as he struggled to roll over and turn it off but a solid form stopped his movements and without thinking he shoved at the solid mass until he could reach and turn off the alarm.

A thud and simultaneous “what the fuck” were heard at the same time that the alarm was shut off.

Brian finally opened his eyes and stared at the tangled and angry mass on the floor. The same chocolate skinned muscle bunny he had pushed to his knees on the bathroom floor of Woody’s and a petite blonde (and no the guy looked nothing like that kid) were tangle in his duvet on the floor.

“Fuck, what are you still doing here?” Brian yawned as he stretched his long and naked limbs stepping over them to the bathroom. “Get out.”

“Can we at least take a shower?” chocolate skin asked as he managed to disentangle himself and stand up on his full and glorious height.

“Umm no, I have somewhere to be, don’t you two have a job,” Brian said dismissively shutting the door to the bathroom.

He heard a muffled “asshole” and some other assortment of curse words as the two men searched for their scattered clothes.

It wasn’t as if the night before wasn’t one to remember, those two tricks were exceedingly hot and both not only had talented mouths but asses as well. He just didn’t do morning coffee let alone morning pleasantries. And if he didn’t have a onetime only policy he would consider inviting those two back into his bed, because as threesomes were concerned they were at the very top.

Brian sighed and let his head fall back into the warm water forcing himself to not think of that darn blonde kid but his self-control in regards to him seemed to be almost non-existent and that irked him to no end. He would of course never admit it to anyone and especially not to himself, and yet he couldn’t feasibly deny that when he had first laid eyes on the blonde trick from last night he had done so because the long blonde hair and something about his movements on the dance floor had reminded him of that fucking kid. Because that was what he was a fucking kid, he was craving and drooling over a fucking piece of chicken and no matter how many times he told himself how stupid that was the outcome was still the same. He wanted him in his bed.  

Henceforth by the time that Brian pulled up to the school he had convinced himself that fucking the blonde twink was indeed his best course of action, not only because the kid was one more rapturous beauty to add to his collection but because it was the only way to gain the upper hand, the only way to get back his sense of control.

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Tuesday Nov. 21st at 1259 pm

“Well if it’s not the giving King of Proteus himself gracing us with his presence,” Emmett quipped as he leaned against the bar sipping on a cosmo with Ted (whom Brian had watched getting turned down for the-who knew how many times now) next to him at the bar.

Brian ordered a double JB and turned to the duo with raised eyebrows after he had consumed the contents in his shot glass. “What are you going on about Honeycutt?”

“Oh you know, filling in for Ben and missing the Thanksgiving wing-ding at Proteus, and don’t call me Honeycutt.”

Brian shrugged. “Beats having to sit through a dinner at Debbie’s with the likes of you.”

“Ha ha ha, still doesn’t explain why you would miss all the tasty morsels that Proteus has to offer this Thursday.”

Brian shrugged again scanning the crowd for an enticing escape. “What a pack of trolls who have nowhere better to be? I’m sure that to someone like you they might appear hot but since I’ve already had pretty much every fuckable guy in Buffalo I won’t miss much.”  

“What if that little blonde you love to dance with so much pops up in here, or is he the reason for your generosity?” Emmett teased. Brian made no sign that these words had strike a chord with him except for clenching his teeth and ceasing the scanning of the dance floor.

 “Another double,” he called to the bartender as both Emmett and Ted eyed him expectantly.

It wasn’t like he was soulless, he would have probably filled in for Ben even without the blonde being an incentive (maybe). But what was he even thinking, of course that twink had nothing to do with his generosity, he was just being a good friend. What did he want with a teenager who had somehow mastered the art of the “cat and mouse” chase and whose most recent technique had consisted of completely avoiding him and more times than he cared to admit, even ignoring him? The answer was of course nothing more than a quick onetime fuck.

As he chugged his shot the distraction he was looking for walked past by him with a more than obvious come thither look as he ran his fingertips over Brian’s side as he went by.

Brian raised one eyebrow and smirked then turned to the two men, one looking peeved and the other slightly in admiration as he said, “Well boys, I believe duty calls.”

Before the guy even realized that Brian had followed him he was dragging him by his shirt to the backroom. Where he proceeded to fuck the tall, dark haired brunette roughly into the wall with barely any preparation. All he wanted was to feel the release and exquisite ecstasy only sex could give him, and if he brought his companion to completion while he was at it, the better.

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Thursday Nov. 23rd 2000 at 0900 am

After relieving Ben of his duty Brian sat in the office checking the rollcall and the list of students whose parents had signed them off for the Thanksgiving holidays. Pleased he noticed that both of the blonde’s roommate were signed off but as he looked over Gold’s name he noticed that his parents had also signed off another student, Justin Taylor.

“Fucking Ben,” he grunted under his breath. Now he understood the smug expression from last Sunday night.

Brian let out another disgruntled breath as he continued to look over the rollcall, writing down what rooms he needed to check and what students he needed to keep an eye out for throughout the day. Sure, he was pissed but he wouldn’t let Ben know how annoyed he was with his lack of information though he would get his payback.

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It was a little before 1 am when Brian found himself roaming the halls of St. Francis as he made his random room checks, he almost hoped for some sort of mayhem to shake off the intense boredom that had settled and wouldn’t give. As he passed the dynamic trio’s hall he noticed a light coming from their door but he had sworn that on his previous rounds the lights had been off. So, with that horrible sense of boredom slightly melting away he pushed the door open without even bothering to knock, noticing that the door was no longer locked though he perfectly remembered locking it, but what was more surprising was the imperceptible shaking coming from the form on the blonde’s bed.

“Justin?” he called out and sure enough the blonde in question turned his tear stained face towards him and then quickly away again as if embarrassed.

Brian moved closer to the twink and said again, “Justin?”

“What do you want?” was the blonde’s snappish reply.

The brunette chose to ignore his rudeness as he asked genuinely concerned, “What’s wrong? Did something happen to you?”

Justin turned to face him again and perhaps it had been the worry in his voice that made him want to acknowledge him as he wiped away the tears from his face. “I’m fine, I’m just being a silly little faggot.”

“Justin, talk to me,” Brian said almost pleadingly surprising even himself as he sat at the foot of the blonde’s bed.

Justin eyed him skeptically and sat up before taking a deep breath and talking so fast Brian had a hard time catching most of what he said.

“It really is nothing. I really am just being stupid. But it’s that Ethan’s family is so great you know, they really don’t care that he’s gay, they’re so supportive, they’re so fucking proud of him and my parents couldn’t even be bothered with me, not even today, I mean during dinner his parents kept saying how they’re so thankful for Ethan and his brother and all I could think of was how my parents shipped me away as soon as they found out I was gay. It’s like I really am an abomination to them. And I know I’m being overly emotional and I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it did and I just had to get out of there and since I had nowhere else to go, here I am. And what are you doing here I thought McAdams was on mischief patrol today.”

“Long story, but fuck your parents. If they won’t accept you for who you are then their fucking idiots.”

The blonde smiled broadly at him, not teasingly, not seductively, just a genuine sunshiny smile that Brian couldn’t help but return.

“Thanks Brian. I think I’m gonna take a shower now,” the blonde said and stood up suddenly, well barely considering he wobbled on his feet a little, and if Brian had suspected he had been under the influence now he was sure.

“You think you could manage it on your own?” Brian teased.

“Was that an invitation?” the blonde asked and that seductive smile was back on his face.

“Not at all.”

Justin pouted and then shrugged. “I’m sure I can manage.”

“Goodnight blondie.”

“Goodnight Mr. Kinney,” he said and surprisingly did not stumble on his way to the bathroom, leaving Brian sitting on the foot of his bed feeling confused and not at all bored.

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Not even ten minutes after he had settled into his computer chair to look through his email there was a soft knock on his door. Brian wondered, more like hoped that it’d be one particular person, and this time it seemed that luck or perhaps the blonde’s tenacity would be on his side since on the other side of the door was indeed the blonde in question. Without a word, he pulled the kid inside and closed and locked the door behind him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was bored,” was the simple answer that he was given.

“And you thought I would entertain you?” Brian scoffed pretending to be peeved by the situation. It wouldn’t do well to give in so easily.

“More like I was hoping to entertain you.”

“So, are you back to chasing me around?”

“Do you prefer I continue to ignore you?” the devil may care blonde teased.

Brian couldn’t help but smirk as he sat back on his computer chair.

“Well get to it.”

Justin grinned broadly as he moved to stand in front of the older brunette with his back pressed against the desk, letting the older man admire the tight fitted dark blue tank top and tight wash blue jeans that adorned the ambrosial compact body. Brian stood still as he leaned forward until their lips almost met and then stopped a hair away from kissing him. The brunette grinned knowing the blonde was giving him control over the situation, so of course he rewarded him by gripping the back of his neck and closing the remaining distance. The kiss was anything but soft, it was hard and needy and feasibly too telling for Brian’s liking but at that moment he was too consumed in all things blonde to care. His hands seemed to have a mind of his own as they travelled over the flawless porcelain skin.

When Brian pulled away to draw breath and thus gaining some clarity he realized that the blonde was rubbing his exquisite bubble butt against his straining hard-on (he hadn’t even noticed when he had climbed on him), and upon that realization it was like all clarity evaporated and the attacking of the cupid bow lips began again. This time he did notice when he stood up lifting the boy with him without bothering to even break for breath as the blonde twink wrapped his legs around his waist. Who needed to breath after all when there was a twink sucking your face?

He struggled trying to get the door to the sleeping quarter open and only for that reason did Brian break contact making a sound that sounded a lot like a frustrated growl as he pushed open the door, thus instead of resuming the kiss he threw the blonde on the bed. Justin didn’t even have a chance to protest before he was upon him recapturing his lips in a tortures kiss. With deftly movements the jeans followed the tank-top to the floor as the blonde kicked off his convers fumbling with Brian’s button with shaking fingers. It was only then that Brian regained a little essence of sanity and pulled away from where he had currently been sucking and biting on the kid’s neck. The angry red mark was almost enough to drive that sanity away again, almost.

“Justin,” he said in a questioning raspy voice and the blonde instantly locked eyes with him, and there he saw a combination of lust and perhaps a bit of fear.

The blonde seemed to know exactly what he was asking though because he hesitated barely a second before saying, “Please don’t stop, I want this.”

Brian didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled off his gray sweater before capturing the reddened lips and pushing his tongue into the welcoming mouth, loving the taste and the exploration of the sweet mouth. He pulled the ever-present condoms and packets of lube out of one of the pockets of his jeans and tossed them on the bed before pulling them down all the while kissing along Justin’s chest and naked belly. The small pleased noises that the twink was making only added to Brian’s lustful daze and he only craved to hear more and more, and more.

The brunette pushed the younger blonde down so he was now lying on his back flat against the bed as he finished undressing him by slowly pulling down his blue briefs, mainly to revere the succulent beauty that laid before him waiting and willing. He might chastise himself for it later but he might’ve let out something close to a moan when the blonde’s manhood popped out of his brief, the large purplish head glistening with precum. Brian leaned over and licked off the precum nearly savoring the taste as much as the gasping moan that came from the blonde. Then getting into a more comfortable position he licked along the shaft from his balls to the tip of his cock. Justin practically trembled under him so it goes without saying that he did it again, and then again. And when the blonde’s noises became more needy and desperate Brian decided to take mercy on the lad and engulfed his cock whole into his mouth, having to train his throat to relax to take the large head in. The pace began low and steady as he relished in the way Justin gripped the blankets with his fists to keep from thrusting his hips forward. Hence, because of his good behavior (but mostly because Brian wanted badly to taste his cum) he fastened his pace, bobbing his head ferociously and bringing forward most of the tricks in his arsenal. Justin really had no chance as he came hard crying out Brian’s name and pushing his hips forward in abandonment and then practically collapsing in on himself as Brian milked him dry.

“Turn over,” Brian ordered and was pleased to see no hesitancy except perhaps for the fact that Justin seemed to move a little lethargically, but that only pleased him more.

Brian licked his lips still tasting the blonde in his mouth as he admired the bountiful mounds of his ass and the dimples that adorned his back. He regarded the blonde as his body slightly stiffened waiting for the pain he expected would soon come. But Brian seemed to startle him when he kissed the back of his neck and then licked a trail down his back, then up, and back down again just as he spread apart the enticing buttocks licking along his crack until he found his price. Justin gasped and moaned as Brian circled the puckered hole with his tongue, he did this a few more times before he pushed the tip of his tongue inside. Justin gave a tiny surprised moan that only managed to drive the brunette’s need forward, and fuck did he taste good. Brian would lick around the tiny hole before pushing his tongue in further until Justin was making these whimpering moaning sounds while arching his back, thus Brian took that as an indication to move things along so he flattened his tongue and shoved it inside the pulsating hole.

“Fuck!” Justin cried out but made no move to move away from Brian’s probing tongue.

Once Brian felt like the twink was ready he ripped open a pack of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers warming it up before he slid his index finger in ever so slowly, nearly coming when he watched his finger disappear completely into the much too tight ass. Every time that Justin began to push back against his finger he added another one until he was three long fingers in, priding himself in the fact that he had kept his orgasm at bay the whole time. Which if he were to actually analyze that he would consider himself to be fucking pathetic.

Unable to take it any longer Brian pulled his fingers out and in a growl commanded Justin to turn around again, the lad did so instantly.

Brian grabbed both of Justin’s legs and said “Put your legs up, on my shoulders,” then whispered as the blonde complied, “that’s it.”

The older man grabbed a condom from the bed while keeping eye contact with blue eyes as he ripped it open with his teeth.

“Put it on me, go on,” he said, “slip it on my dick.”

Justin broke eye contact and took the offered condom and then slid it along Brian’s proud and glistening 9 and ¾ inch dick. Brian grabbed another pack of lube and this time without bothering to warm it up he placed it over the puckered hole he was dying to sink his dick into. Almost instantly the blonde twink gasped and said almost breathlessly, “It’s cold.”

“It’ll heat up,” he assured him.

“Go slow okay,” Justin said like he was unable to stop himself from uttering the words. Brian only smirked and placed his aching cock at his entrance before pushing in.

Justin groaned, his mouth open in pain as he gasped out, “It hurts, I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”

“It’s all a part of it, at first,” Brian said assuring him as he mustered all the self-control he could to keep from moving. “Now relax,” he instructed and Justin nodded his head locking eyes.

“I want you to always remember this,” Brian said as he pushed further inside, Justin’ face however, still registered pain but Brian knew that it wouldn’t be for long, so he went on with his uncharacteristic speech, “so that no matter who you’re ever with,” he pulled almost all the way out and then back in, “I’ll always be there.”

He pulled back out slowly letting out even and steadying breaths as he pushed back in, it took one more time of repeating this cycle before Justin’s fists loosened and he let go of the sheets to place them instead over Brian’s triceps. Just as his face registered the first hints of pleasure Brian found the bundle of nerves that was his prostate. The brunette pushed in a bit harder that time and captured Justin’s moan with his mouth, kissing him at the same pace he fucked him.

Needing to quicken his thrusting movements Brian pulled away from the blonde’s lips as the latter moaned running his fingers over the brunette’s face and earlobe and then placing his hand on his shoulder as Brian moved in and out of him, rubbing his prostate with each backward stroke. He was so incredibly tight and warm that he couldn’t have moved faster nor harder without instantly coming. As Brian pushed in again he watched as Justin let out a gasping moan as he turned his head to the side, a smile gracing his beautiful face, this smile was one he’d never seen before and it might have just been one of his favorites. Brian leaned down to kiss his neck and was more than pleased when Justin’s devil may care nature returned as he kissed Brian back with as much fervor while running his long artistic fingers through his dark and sweaty hair. He moaned when he pulled away and the blonde licked his lips, was there ever something more appetizing than the blonde under him, at that very moment Brian couldn’t come up with anything.

Needing to come with a desperate intensity Brian placed one arm on the side of Justin’s head and with the other he began to jerkoff the delicious thick cock without once losing his pace.

The blonde began to chant an assortment of “oh my god, and so good,” as Brian quickened his pace, fucking him faster and harder than he previously had been.

Justin came crying out his name much like he had done earlier that night as he shot his load onto his belly and Brian’s hand. Feeling the muscles of the blonde’s ass tighten almost painfully around his engorged cock Brian managed to thrust in one, two, three more times before he came deep inside the blonde and into the condom, and thus he couldn’t be held responsible for what he might have said during that time. Still moving his hips slowly in and out of the amazing ass he rode them through their orgasms. Out of breath and panting Brian collapsed on top of the blonde as Justin’s legs slid off his shoulders and to the bed. However, before darkness took over him he pulled out of the blonde, whom groaned as the brunette took off the condom, tied it and tossed it sleepily aside.

Justin on the other hand was still laying on his back struggling to open his eyelids, until finally he lost that battle and they no longer fluttered, it seemed that the same thing had happened to Brian because before he knew it he was laying on his stomach half on top of the dainty blonde and fast asleep.

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A knocking at a door seemed to awaken Brian from his slumber as if he had been expected it but when he tried to sit up he found that he couldn’t. He turned to his left to see the sound asleep blonde figure with his head on his chest and his arm around his waist. He hadn’t even remember waking up during the night and changing positions, he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or extremely peeved so he settled instead for pulling gently away from the blonde without awakening him (why he even did this he couldn’t be sure). Again, there was a set of three knocks as he stood up from the bed pulling over his clothes as he picked them up from the floor. Making sure to close the door behind him he went to open the door of his office almost tripping over his own shoes, which were somehow right outside of the door.

When he opened the door Ben’s quizzical face greeted him.

“What took you so long?”

“Why are you here so early?” Brian yawned.

“I’m not, I’m actually late I thought you would rip my head off when I got back.”

“Oh,” was Brian less than ingenious reply.

Still looking bemused Ben stepped through a small gap that Brian’s body wasn’t covering since he was giving no indication of moving aside. Groaning Brian closed the door and followed Ben inside.

“Want to go to the cafeteria for a coffee?”

“Why? You hate that coffee.”

“Right about now I’ll go for anything caffeinated,” Brian said trying to go for nonchalant as he sat on the computer chair and pulled on his leather boots sockless.

“Uh huh,” said Ben now eyeing Brian with increasing suspicion. “Did you invite a trick over? Cuz I mean Brian even for you that’s bordering on insanity.”

“No, of course not,” he said a little too quickly and before Brian could reach him in time to stop him Ben pushed open the door.

Before them was the figure of the still sleeping blonde, breathing softly as the white blanket exposed most of his back and dancer legs while barely covering the bountiful mounds of the perfect young ass. It wasn’t Brian’s fault that the sight caused him to have an instant woody, though he will later tell himself it was nothing more than his usual early morning woody. Ben too noticed the strain in Brian’s jeans and the hungry look he bestowed upon the sleeping teenager.

“What the fuck Brian!” Ben hissed probably unaware that he had done so in a somewhat whisper (that was Ben always so considerate) as he punched Brian hard on the arm.

“Hey, calm down,” Brian scolded rubbing his arm as if Ben was the one breaking about a dozen school rules.

“How could you and in school grounds no less! What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Well my dick was doing most of the thinking to be honest,” Brian answered as if that was the most rational thing in the world as he watched the blonde groan and begin to stir.

Justin yawned and sat up stretching as the blanket revealed his morning woody (Brian’s couldn’t help but twitch in response) before he finally opened his eyes. The blonde stared horrified at the pair before suddenly becoming modest and pulling the blankets to his chin. And then that’s when the worst and not to mention lamest explanation of how it was that he found himself naked and in his teacher’s bed began. Ben stopped him short by saying, “Save it Justin, the scent of sex is telling enough” since the brunette was too amused to say anything.

“Dammit Kinney, this is not a fucking joke!”

“I didn’t say it was,” Brian replied as his grin vanished. “Look, I know it was extremely irresponsible of me but it’s not like I can change what happened now.”

“Put you clothes on and get the fuck out Taylor!” Ben snapped at the twink as he slammed the door shut.

“You’re putting not only your job but also mine in jeopardy! I get that you have another-“

“Look, I won’t fuck him here again, okay.”

“How long have you been actually fucking him?” Ben demanded.

“Not that is any of your fucking business, but I’ve only fucked him once.”

“Oh, that’s rich, and it had to be here of all fucking places.”

Brian knew he had seriously more than crossed the line where Ben was concerned because he had never heard the man utter so many curse words in one single conversation, if ever.

“It’s not like I planned it, since you conveniently forgot to inform me of that little tidbit of information or did you forget.”

“Oh, please you and I both know why you opted out of your nightly prowl at Proteus so don’t fucking tell me it didn’t more than cross your mind when you offered to fill in for me.”

“Okay, fine. What the fuck do you want me to say Ben?”

Ben said nothing and only stared daggers at him as a very sheepish Justin stepped out of the room and to the now crowded office.

“Umm, I’m sorry, I really am” he mumbled looking at the floor as he showed every indication to want to get out of that office as fast as it was physically possible. However, this time before Ben could even think to stop him Brian grabbed Justin’s wrist to keep him from leaving and leaned forward to whisper (though he was sure there was no way Ben couldn’t have heard him) “grab some clothes and meet me at my jeep.”

Justin looked up then giving Brian a tentative look before nodding and avoiding looking at Ben he was gone.

If looks could kill Ben Bruckner would have killed Brian Kinney dead.

“What, he needs a ride back to Gold’s doesn’t he?”

“And when would that be when you get bored of fucking him?”

Brian shrugged and made no further comment as he went into the sleeping quarter in search of his socks.