To know you is to love you. You're everywhere I go and everybody knows to love you is to be part of you…

Brian and Justin were dancing to Madonna's "Beautiful Stranger" later that evening at Babylon. Since Justin didn’t have any clothes that Brian deemed suitable for club wear, the two of them had gone on a shopping spree at Torso before dinner. Emmett was thrilled to have his own “Twinkie Ken Doll” to dress up. Brian, in Justin’s slender body, was clad in a silver polyester button-up shirt and tight black jeans. Justin was wearing Brian’s most fabulous sleeveless black cashmere shirt with dark-washed jeans.

To say they both looked utterly fuckable would be an understatement. However, the way the two men were dancing together told everyone around them they were off limits. They were making out and dry humping under the disco balls and flashing lights, with many of the men around them mesmerized by the show they were putting on.

Two of the spectators were Michael and Emmett. Ted was doing his usual job of propping up the bar and being ignored by everyone he tried to talk to.

Michael curled his lip in disgust as he watched his best friend dance with the blond twink. “Ugh, do they have to do that out here for everyone to see? They’re practically fucking.”

“They’re no different than any other couple here,” Emmett pointed out as he watched the two sexy men grind together. “I'm sure they'll go back to the loft later and fuck like bunnies. Doesn’t Justin look delicious? I picked that shirt out for him, thank you very much.”

Michael snarled again. “Go over there and have Brian go to the bar with you. I’m sure you owe him a few drinks and I know you got paid yesterday.”

“The only thing he looks thirsty for is Justin’s saliva and maybe another bodily fluid,” Emmett said with a chuckle.

“Just do it!” Michael said as he shoved Emmett over toward the dancing couple.

Emmett hesitantly walked over and tapped the Stud of Liberty Avenue on his shoulder. “Uh, Brian, can I buy you a drink while I have the extra money? I must owe you at least twenty.”

Justin turned to look at the man in annoyance. “I’m kind of busy here.”

Brian, who knew to never turn down a drink from the usually broke queen, motioned for Justin to go with him. “Have him make it a double. I’ll be right here.”

Justin gave Brian one more kiss before wading through the crowd with Emmett. Brian closed his eyes and swayed to the music until he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey Justin,” Michael said a few inches from his face.

“May I help you?” Brian asked, wondering why Michael would want to talk to “Justin”.

“Look, there’s something you need to know about Brian, okay?” Michael began. “He’s not your boyfriend. Brian doesn’t do boyfriends.”

Brian cocked an eyebrow. “He doesn’t?”

“No, because he’s a selfish prick who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. He’ll say and do anything to get laid. I have no idea why he’s still keeping you around, because he doesn’t do repeats. Maybe he feels sorry for you since you’re having problems with your folks. I don’t care how good you are in bed, he’ll get tired of you eventually. You could probably get with any other guy in here and most of them would treat you better than Brian ever could. If I were you, I’d just forget about Brian and leave before you get hurt.”

“If he’s such a selfish prick, how come you’re always following him around?” Brian asked.

“I’m not always following him around!” Michael yelled offensively. “We’re best friends. We accept each other for who we are. No judgments, no obligations, no questions asked.”

Brian knew that was total bullshit after years of Michael being attached to him like a tick, constantly questioning what he was doing and why, and his obvious discomfort over Justin’s presence. Michael had given “Justin” the stink eye at the diner earlier that evening. He had later continuously tried to isolate “Brian” while the gang was at Woody’s for drinks without success. Now there he was, trying to run Justin off while his friend’s back was turned.

Of course, Michael was right about Brian. If he could be relied on for anything, it would be that he put his needs first, especially when it involved his cock. Brian rarely had to try to get laid, with most men bending over or getting on their knees for him with very little nudging on his part. As a result, he went through men like they were toilet paper and he treated them as such. While he did actually care about his small circle of friends, he wasn’t completely surprised to hear that his best friend held him in such low regard. He often went out of his way to appear cold and distant from everyone as a way to prevent them from hurting him, including Michael.

Things felt different with Justin, however. Brian never thought he could spend an entire day with someone that he wasn't friends with without fucking them and actually enjoy himself. It seemed that the more he talked to the boy, the more he grew on him. The fact that Justin was walking around in what was actually Brian's body didn't gross him out as much as it had the night before. Brian found himself growing more attracted to him with every kiss exchanged. The fact that Justin looked exactly like Brian Kinney wasn't a bad thing.

Brian was crafting a witty retort to Michael in his head when Justin and Emmett came back over to them. Justin planted another kiss on Brian, which tasted like bourbon. Brian swirled his tongue around the inside of Justin’s mouth. His cock was painfully hard as a result of kissing and dancing with Justin for the past hour, and the taste of alcohol on him made him even hornier.

“I’m gonna go take a piss,” Brian said into Justin’s ear after they had danced through another song.

Justin stayed behind and danced with Emmett, who really knew how to move.

"You've never danced with me before," Emmett pointed out.

"I think we'd make a nice couple," Justin said, referring to Brian and Emmett. "We're both... tall."

Michael joined in, but Justin ignored him.

A guy that had been cruising Emmett all evening came over and snatched him away from his dancing partners. The guy was very sexy and Justin nodded in approval before Emmett waved goodbye.

“Finally! It’s just you and me,” Michael said as he draped his arms around Justin’s shoulders.

Justin tried to keep some distance from the smaller man despite the hold he had on him. “Where’s, uh… Justin? How long does it take to take a piss around here?”

“Oh, I took care of that clingy twink for you. You’re welcome,” Michael answered, looking quite pleased with himself.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin asked, shoving Michael away.

“What you were doing to that poor kid was really shitty, you know. He had ‘virgin’ written all over him. Were you keeping him as a pet or something? Yeah, he’s adorable, but we all know that you would have hurt the poor little guy after you tossed him out on his bubble butt.”

Justin used Brian’s six feet, two inches in height to his advantage, standing on his toes as he looked over the heads of the surrounding dancers. “Where did he go?”

Michael shrugged. “The little chicken must have flown back to his coop.”

Justin was worried. He knew Brian could take care of himself, but he didn’t know what he would do or where he would go.

He started walking through the crowded club as he searched for his own blond head. He ignored the groping hands, the offers to dance, and whatever else the men around him yelled in his direction. He went back to the bar and asked Ted if he had seen "Justin” lately, getting a negative answer in response. He eventually found the men’s room, where he did not see Brian.

Justin walked out of the restroom and waded through the crowd toward the entrance of the club, where he planned to ask the coat check guy if the young man he came in with left without him. He ran into Emmett and Michael in the middle of the dancefloor.

“God, he was enormous!” Justin heard Emmett recount to Michael. “I’ll probably be walking bowlegged for a week.”

Emmett then looked over at Justin with a pitiful gaze. “Hey, Brian. It’s too bad about your little twink from earlier. You guys made a cute couple.”

“Did you see him leave?”

“Um, no,” Emmett said, biting his lip nervously. “I saw him…”

Justin stood nose to nose with the flamboyant man. “Where? Where did you see him?”

“In the backroom, just a few minutes ago,” Emmett replied, looking genuinely scared of the angry stud yelling his face.

Justin still didn’t know where this “backroom” was.

“Show me,” he demanded.

Emmett led Justin to a dark hallway off the side of the bar, with Michael following behind them. Justin had walked past it earlier but didn’t go in since it wasn’t marked as to what it was. The hallway opened up to a larger room with blue lighting. There was a twink being taken from behind over to their right.

“Hey Todd, how’s it going?” Justin heard Michael call out to the twink.

“Fine!” Todd happily replied.

Justin’s eyes wandered around the room in awe. He read online about orgy rooms in clubs before, but of course had never seen one in person. The sights, sounds, and smells were astonishing. You could almost taste the testosterone in the air.

Emmett tapped Justin’s arm to get his attention. “He’s over there.”

Emmett was pointing to the left side of the room. Justin walked a few feet farther and found Brian fucking a muscular brunet against the wall. Justin could only stand there with his mouth hanging open as the brunet grunted and moaned through his orgasm. Brian moaned out his own release soon after, tossing his head back in ecstasy.

“What the fuck?” were the only words Justin was capable of saying at that moment.

Brian slowly turned his head and smiled guiltily. “Oh… hey.”

Madonna’s words popped into Justin’s head.

I looked into your eyes and my world came tumbling down…

For the second night in a row, Justin ran out of Babylon, pushing Emmett and Michael out of his way as he left the backroom. He claimed Brian’s leather jacket and ran down the street to the Jeep, nearly hitting the car parked in front of him as he pulled out of the spot. Hot tears were running down his cheeks as he sped back to Brian’s loft. He wished that he could go back to his actual house, but he doubted he’d be welcome in the strange body he was in, especially after the revelation to his mother that morning.

He cried, chain-smoked, and aimlessly puttered around the loft for about an hour before hearing someone try to open the locked door, followed by a knock. He knew it was probably Brian, but he was the last person he wanted to see or talk to.

“Open the fucking door!” he heard his own voice yell, followed by more knocking.

Justin shuffled barefoot over to the door and opened it for the owner of the place.

“That was really cute how you left me at Babylon without a ride,” Brian grumbled as he walked in. “Mikey dropped me off, that was a fun conversation.”

“Fuck you,” Justin said, not feeling the least bit sorry for him.

Brian took off his jacket and sighed. “Stop being such a twat.”

Justin put his hands on his hips and shot him a death glare. “You just lost my virginity for me, you asshole! I have every right to act like a so-called twat!”

Brian burst out laughing. “Well, technically it wasn’t you that was fucking that trick, it was me. It just happened to be your dick that was up the guy’s ass, but it was under my control, so it doesn’t really count as a notch on your belt. You should be proud, I picked him up just as easily as I do when I’m in my own body. Nobody could say no to your sexy ass, not even a top. Maybe after we get our bodies back, I’ll teach you a few pickup lines.”

Justin took several calming breaths as he mulled over Brian’s defense, which he had to admit did make logical sense. He held back the pride he felt over being irresistible to gay men.

“Well, what you did was not okay. Do you know how many diseases you exposed to my body? You probably didn't even know that guy or where the fuck he’s been.”

“I always wear a condom when I fuck, so don't worry,” Brian said as he walked up to the bedroom and started stripping off his clothes.

“Condoms don’t protect against every sexually transmitted disease and they do break sometimes, dumbass!” Justin yelled. “STDs aren’t just spread through semen and blood, they’re also spread through skin-to-skin contact. You can still get HPV, herpes, syphilis, crabs-”

“What are you, a public service announcement?” Brian asked before walking into the bathroom. Justin was glad to hear the shower being turned on a minute later. At least Brian wanted to wash any remnants of the trick off of him.

Justin found a plain black t-shirt and a pair of baggy athletic shorts to change into. By the time Brian got out of the shower, Justin had settled onto the couch with a throw pillow under his head.

Brian wordlessly brought a folded lightweight blanket over to Justin and sat it on the coffee table. Justin pretended to be asleep. Brian then turned off the lights around the loft and went to bed.

After lying on the couch for several minutes, Justin started to get a bit chilly and was grateful for the blanket that was offered. He tried to fall asleep but was too upset to settle into a peaceful slumber. Despite being pissed at Brian, he couldn’t help but want to be close to him. Plus, Brian’s bed was ridiculously comfortable and the couch felt like a block of cement in comparison.

He got up and tip-toed over to the bedroom steps, finding that Brian was awake and looking at him. They stared at each other for a few beats before Brian pulled the duvet back, silently welcoming Justin to get into the bed with him. He laid down beside Brian with his back to him. Brian covered him up and let his right arm linger over his upper body, spooning behind him.

“It’s not just that you fucked a total stranger with my dick,” Justin said after a couple of minutes. “It’s that… well, I thought you and I were getting close. We’ve only known each other for like, a day and a half, but it was a long day and a half. You helped me come out to my mother, I helped you stand up to Lindsay and Michael, we kissed, like, a lot, we jerked off with each other, you taught me how to parallel park, we had a tickle fight... Well, you were the one doing most of the tickling, but...”

Brian snuggled closer to him and gave him a squeeze. “I know. I’m… I’m sorry.”

Justin rolled over to his back.

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't kiss that guy or anyone else but you tonight," Brian said.

He started kissing Justin very slowly, nibbling his bottom lip and flicking his tongue against his. An involuntary moan escaped Justin’s mouth, which Brian took as encouragement to go farther. He put a hand under Justin’s shirt and swirled his index finger around Justin’s nipple. He soon replaced his finger with his tongue.

“What… what about the ‘ick factor?’” Justin asked, his toes curling under the duvet.

Brian looked up at him. “Do you find this ‘icky?’”

Justin shook his head. “Although you still look exactly like me, I don’t see myself when I look at you anymore, if that makes sense. I see you - Brian.”

Brian gave him a little smile before helping him out of his clothes. There was some more kissing and nipple licking, which Justin very much enjoyed.

Suddenly, Brian stopped and rolled over.

“What’s wrong?” Justin asked.

Brian rummaged around in his nightstand drawer and pulled out a slender wand-looking thing along with a bottle of lube. He then tossed the duvet off the bed.

“If you tell anyone I use this on myself, I’ll spank you until your lily-white ass is bright red and then I’ll spank you some more.”

Justin eyeballed the wand, which was gray with an angled tip. “What is it?”

Brian positioned himself between Justin’s legs, which were bent slightly at the knees. “A prostate massager. I use it when I get the itch to bottom.”

Justin wanted to ask how often that was but refrained. Instead, he watched as Brian poured some lube onto the massager.

“Have you ever put a finger or something else up your ass when you jerk off?”

Justin couldn’t help but blush when talking about something so private. “No.”

“Well, you’re gonna love this,” Brian said, giving Justin a kiss before putting the tip of the wand at his entrance.

It was cold and felt odd, so Justin’s sphincters involuntarily clamped shut to keep the foreign thing out.

Brian gave him another slow, sensual kiss. “Relax, Sunshine. Breathe.”

Justin took some deep breaths, closed his eyes, and imagined how Brian helped him conquer his fear of parallel parking earlier that day. Brian was able to slip the massager inside of him.

“There you go, good boy,” Brian said before turning on the massager to the lowest vibration setting.

Justin inhaled sharply, surprised at how amazing this new sensation felt.

“You like that?” Brian asked.

Justin nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

Brian turned the vibration setting up a tiny bit, making the boy whimper. He had to bat Justin’s hand away when he tried to grab his cock, which was already dribbling pre-cum onto his belly.

“Uh-uh, you don’t need to do that. You can come from just your prostate being stimulated. This thing nearly made me black out one night, I came so much and so hard. I never had to touch my cock.”

He then turned the dial up a bit more, causing Justin to cry out and buck his hips up. Brian put his free hand on Justin’s belly to hold him down and he could feel his abdominal muscles contracting. It was less than a minute before Justin exploded, thick streams of cum nearly shooting up to his chin.

Brian pulled the massager out and washed it in the bathroom sink. He came back into the bedroom with a warm wet washcloth to clean Justin up, who was still shaking in the aftermath of the strongest orgasm of his life. Brian returned to bed and wrapped his arms around the boy.

“That was… holy shit,” Justin sleepily said.

Brian kissed him on his forehead. “Good night, Sunshine.”