Brian got home from work around his usual time of quarter ‘til six and walked through the front door. As always, Adrian was there to greet her master and followed him into the kitchen, where the mail was waiting for him on the island. Lupe was sautéing a skillet of peppers, onions, and skirt steak.

"Hola, Lupe," Brian said in his usual greeting. "Are you making fajitas?"

"Sí, Seńor Kinney," Lupe answered. "They're almost ready, but Seńora Kinney won't be joining us."

Brian paused as he was tearing open an envelope for the electric bill. "Did she say why not?"

"She brought Seńor Gus home a couple hours ago and said she was having dinner with a friend," she answered as she transferred the food into a serving dish. "She seemed to be in a bad mood."

"You mean, worse than her regular bad mood?" Brian asked, feigning astonishment.

Lupe laughed as she walked over to the home intercom system and pressed the button to call Gus's room. "Ey Señor Gus, la cena está lista," which translated to "Hey Mr. Gus, dinner is ready."

A few moments later, Gus answered, "Bueno, voy a estar abajo en un minuto," which translated to "Okay, I will be down in a minute."

"His pronunciation is getting much better," Brian remarked to Lupe as he washed his hands at the sink. "If only he would turn in his homework, maybe he'd have an A in Spanish... or any other class."

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"I say that it's about damn time she get a job," Michael said as he sat at a table with Brian and Ted at the Palace Bar.

"Yeah, but I doubt she wants to work with that bull just because she's tired of being a society wife, like she claims," Brian explained as peeled the label off of his beer bottle.

Ted chuckled. "Linds has known about you being a fag almost since you two met, but wouldn't it be ironic if she turned out to be gay herself?"

"Dun dun dunnn," Michael sang out.

Brian avoided looking at his friends as he got up from his chair. "I'm bored, let's go to Twist."

A minute later, they ran into Justin and Emmett in the parking lot behind the building. "Hey!" Justin said to Brian. "I thought I was going to meet you here?"

"I didn't say I would meet you here; I said I was meeting Michael and Ted here."

"Well, I thought that-" Justin began to say.

"Brian, come on," Michael urged as he stood next to Brian's Ferarri. "I told you that I have to be at the store at six tomorrow morning."

"Let's go then," Brian said as he walked the rest of the way to his car.

Justin followed Brian and asked, "Are we going to Twist?"

"Hell yes!" Emmett yelled out as he turned around to get back in his car.

"We're going to Twist," Michael said. "I don't know where you-"

"Mikey, ride with Ted," Brian said as he took out his keys to unlock the Ferrari.

"Why can't he ride with Emmett?" he asked, indicating Justin with his hand. "That's how he got here in the first place."

Brian ignored him as he got into his car. He started up the engine when Justin got in next to him.

"Is something wrong?" Justin asked as he put on his seat belt.

"Why do you ask that?" Brian said in a slightly irritated tone as he pulled out of his parking place.

"Uh... because you're acting like you're pissed that I'm here?" Justin answered, looking at Brian in concern. "Did something happen after we got off the phone earlier?"

Brian gripped the steering wheel and sighed. "I just had a bad day, that's all."

Justin squeezed his shoulder. "Well, good thing we're going dancing then. It's a good stress reliever."

Justin and Brian got to the club a few minutes later and went right in, not waiting for the other three to get there. "Hopefully, Michael and Ted walk to the door with Emmett, or else they'll be waiting in line all night," Justin said as they pushed through the crowd.

"Are you insinuating that Mikey and Ted aren't hot enough to be let in ahead of the line?" Brian asked.

"Why, do you think they are?" Justin incredulously asked as he linked arms with Brian.

Brian chuckled. "Mikey's cute, in a boy-next-door kind of way, but you're right- theywill be in line all night if Emmett doesn't say they're with him."

They made their way up to the Main Room and danced through two songs together before they saw Emmett walk over to the bar. Sure enough, Michael and Ted weren't far behind him.

"Hey, look at that- Peter, Paul, and Mary made it in," Brian said. "How about you go and hang out with Emmett? I'll catch up to you later."

"Okay," Justin said, giving Brian a kiss before they parted. Brian soon disappeared into the crowd.

Justin was walking over to the bar to meet up with Emmett when Michael grabbed him by his shoulder. "Where did Brian go?" Michael asked.

Justin looked around, not seeing Brian anywhere. "I don't know, he said he'd find me later."

"Well, that was really fucking cute how you made him ditch me back there," Michael snarled.

"I didn't make him do anything," Justin said. "He told you to ride with Ted, so it's not like you didn't have a way to get over here."

Michael put his tongue in his cheek and looked around, hoping to see Brian. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are-"

"This is Brian's boyfriend, Justin," Emmett cut in, putting a protective arm around his roommate. "But if you have a problem with Brian, I suggest you take it up with him."

"Boyfriend?" Michael laughed obnoxiously. "No, Brian doesn't do boyfriends."

Emmett smirked at him. "Well, they've been fucking for the last three days, and that's like a five-year relationship around here."

"Then I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but Brian is married," Michael revealed.

Emmett gasped. "He's what?"

"He's married, Em, to a woman he met in college," Justin said.

Emmett and Michael both said, "You know?"

"Yes," Justin answered. He then looked at Michael and said, "And I know he only married her because she got knocked up and his father threatened to disinherit him if he didn't marry her and be faithful to her."

"Wow. His dad and yours would get along great," Emmett said as he took a sip of his Cosmo.

"But his dad died last week, so he doesn't have to sneak around anymore. Plus, his wife knows that he fucks guys," he told Emmett.

"Actually, she knows that he used to fuck guys, before they got married," Michael corrected. "She doesn't know he still does. At least, she hasn't caught him fucking any more guys."

"Yeah, so I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you're not going to drive me away from him," Justin told Michael.

"Well, even if he told you about his wife, you're still not his boyfriend," Michael said. "I've known Brian for almost seventeen years and he has never had a boyfriend."

Justin stepped closer to Michael and looked at him in his eyes. "Yet."

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Justin spent the next hour walking around the club trying to find Brian and turning down numerous drink and/or dance offers. When he attempted to call him on his cell, it went straight to voicemail, indicating that Brian had turned the phone off. Justin was about to run outside to make sure that Brian's car was still in the lot when he found the stud in question lounging on a couch with another guy's head between his legs.

Justin pushed some spectators out of the way. "What the fuck is this?" he yelled.

Brian looked over at him, his eyelids heavy with relaxation. "I'll be done with this one in a minute, then you can have your turn," he slurred as he combed his fingers through the trick's scruffy hair.

"Wha... what the fuck are you on?" Justin asked as he tried to contain his anger.

"Just a little trail mix, no biggie," Brian answered as he leaned his head back, clearly enjoying himself.

"Trail mix?" Justin asked. "What the hell is that?"

Before Brian could answer him, the trick servicing his cock brought him to climax, causing Brian to moan as he shot his appreciation into the man's mouth. A moment later, Brian pushed the trick away without even a thank you or goodbye. "Alrighty," Brian said as he waved Justin over. "You're turn, Sonny Boy."

Justin stared at Brian, who still had one hell of an erection, in disbelief for a moment before turning around to leave.

"Who's next, then?" Justin heard Brian yell over the music as he retreated, forcing himself not to look back to see who the next lucky customer would be. Desperate to get as far away from Brian as he could, Justin didn't bother to attempt to find Emmett in the crowd and instead ran the five blocks back to their apartment, tears streaming down his cheeks the entire way.

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Michael parked the Ferrari in Brian's driveway and shut the engine off, then got out of the car and walked around to help Brian get out.

"What happened to the music?" Brian slurred after Michael opened the passenger door.

"Party's over, Buddy," Michael said as he unhooked the seatbelt. Ted, who had followed them in his car, walked over after parking behind the Ferrari.

Brian cackled. "The party's never over, Mikey! Not as long as I'm there."

"Well, you're home now," Ted said as he and Michael pulled Brian out of the car.

"Eh, fuck this place," Brian said as the two men helped him over to the front door. "Hey Mikey, you ‘member when we used to say that when we got old, we'd move to Palm Springs?"

"Yeah," Michael said, fumbling with Brian's keys to find the house key to unlock the front door while he simultaneously tried to hold up his swaying friend.

"We'd wear mumus and sip mimosas," Brian added, leaning his head on Michael's shoulder.

Michael gave up on the keys and rang the doorbell instead. "Yeah, so?

"What's stopping us from going now, while we're still young and beautiful?" Brian asked. "I mean, I could sell my company and we could live like fucking kings for the rest of our lives. Hell, even Theodore could come with us. Wouldn't that be fun, Teddy?"

Before the guys could address that, Lindsay, who was holding a glass of water, opened the door.

"Hey, Linds," Michael said as he and Ted dragged Brian through the door.

"Why you say hi to her?" Brian slurred. "You don't even like her."

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Lindsay asked as the men led her husband to the stairs.

Brian pushed Ted and Michael away and attempted to walk up the stairs on his own. "She don't like you, either."

"He had a little too much to drink," Michael told Lindsay as he walked behind Brian.

"Nuh-uh," Brian said as gripped the banister with one hand and had the other hand on the wall to keep himself steady. "I had a few beers, and then I took a few bumps from some drag queen and now I'm fuuucked up."

"A what from a... what?" Lindsay asked as she followed the three men up the stairs.

"Uh..." Ted said, searching for the best explanation. "He met us in South Beach and we decided to go dancing for a bit."

"Uh-huh," Lindsay said. "And you let him do drugs?"

Brian successfully got to the top step and said, "They didn't let me do anything, I'm a grown-ass man!"

"Shh! You'll wake up Gus," Lindsay said as Brian staggered down the hall to their bedroom. She then turned to Michael and Ted and coldly said, "Well, thanks for getting him home alive, at least."

Michael handed her Brian's keys and he and Ted left without another word. Lindsay then walked into the bedroom, where Brian was sitting on the bed, struggling to untie his shoes. She sat Brian's keys and her water glass on the nightstand and walked over to him.

"Here," Lindsay said as she got down on her knees to help him with his shoes. "Let me."

Brian laid back on the bed while Lindsay pulled off his shoes and socks. "How did we end up like this?" he asked, his voice raspy.

"End up like what?"

"You know what I mean," Brian said. "Like this. Married... miserable. Shit Linds, we fucking hate each other."

Lindsay stood up and looked at him. "We don't hate each other, Brian."

"We sure as hell don't love each other. We never did... now, we hardly even like each other. If it wasn't for Gus, we would have never gotten married."

Lindsay reached over to undo his pants. "I did love you... before... you know."

Brian lifted his hips so Lindsay could pull his pants off. "I know."

"Sit up," Lindsay instructed. When he did, she pulled off his t-shirt and added, "And before that, I did dream that maybe someday we could get married and have a family; after we got out of college, of course."

"Well, I never did," Brian said, looking into Lindsay's eyes.

"I know." She then bent over to gather up his shoes and clothes. By the time she put his things away and got herself ready for bed, Brian was asleep under the covers.