Emmett’s POV

When I first arrived in the Pitts from Hazlehurst Mississippi and stepped foot on Liberty Ave, Brian Kinney was the name constantly on everyone’s lips. I heard the name so much that I thought damn, he has to be some kind of local celebrity or at the very least someone of great importance. After months of playing the often heard of but never seen game, I came face to face with the big bad himself, and holy shit he was fucking gorgeous. His hair was a beautiful mix of gold and brown, body and lips to die for, and the man could dress his perky little ass off...even if it was a bit on the conservative side

I was sitting in the diner introducing myself to our resident den mother; the one and only Debbie Novotny, as well as a stack of blueberry banana pancakes (yum), when Mr. long, lean, and luscious came sauntering through the doors. My breath caught in my throat when he came and sat his beautiful frame next to me. I couldn’t help but stare at his soul stealing hazel eyes and full raspberry lips. Debbie had warned me about ‘God’s gift to gay PA’ but I thought she was over exaggerating...that is until he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey Deb, how about a little service before my ass falls asleep from sitting on this piece of shit stool. Some of us do have a job to get to you know.”

“Keep your pants on asshole...at least until after you’ve had your breakfast. And what do you call what I’m doing huh? I’m not exactly standing around here with my thumbs up my ass ya know.”

This line of banter went on between them for several minutes and I couldn’t help but wonder why she would put up with his bullshit. Brian didn’t really seem to treat Debbie or anyone else for that matter, with any kind of respect. In fact, it wasn’t until I became friends with Debbie’s son Michael and was so graciously invited into the family fold that I began to understand the dynamic a little better. 

Now I won’t bore you with the details of every little fight we’ve had over the years, but I can honestly say that every conflict between the family always leads back to Brian. If I had to name one incident that epitomized the whole shebang, it would have to be that time when Brian almost let his homophobic client, Stockwell, take down my Teddy. See, at the time Stockwell was our glorious chief of police but he figured he was too high in the saddle to keep that position so he decided to run for Mayor. His whole campaign was pretty much dedicated to stripping away the right of every red blooded American fag to fuck whom he wanted, when he wanted, and as many times as he pleased...with or without an audience. Yep, Stockwell pretty much had a big old straight-boy hardon for anything gay!

What does this all have to do with Teddy you ask? Well, while Brian fucking Kinney was busy helping the bastard climb the ladder that would lead to his pedestal, Ted’s internet porn site, Jerk@Werk.Net, was heading for destruction. Ted had gotten arrested and charged with corruption of a minor after Stockwell had his studio raided and it turned out that little weasel Eddie had lied about his age and given Teddy a fake ID! I never liked Eddie, myself - if there were a picture next to the word ‘asskisser’ in the dictionary, it would have been that little twerp!

Anywho, Ted had gone to see Brian and asked him to try and talk Stockwell into showing him just the tiniest bit of mercy - you know, being that it was his first offense and all. It shouldn’t have surprised me in the least that the selfish prick wouldn’t even bother to lift his pinky finger to help Teddy out. Ted was in danger of going to prison for God knows how long, and Mr. Sensitivity couldn’t really give a fuck. He basically sent Ted away, hat in hand, with nothing but a Lah-di-dah! At the time, Ted was my partner, and I was damned if I was going to let him give up without a fight, even if I had to do the fighting for him. So the very next day I paid a little visit to the resident devil’s advocate.

I’m pretty sure that by now you know how our little tete a tete went down...Ted needs help...He fucked up...please help him...fuck off...etc...etc...etc. But when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Ted somehow, miracle of miracles, managed to dodge the restraints of a prison cell. He wasn’t left without scars, though. Ted was broken, incredibly, irreparably broken and it broke my heart to see him so lost. I was almost as lost myself. 

I could have lost Ted completely had Mel not come over a few days later to tell us that the state was willing to cut Ted a deal. My first thought was that maybe they recognized what a great man Ted was...but on the other hand, when had the state of Pennsylvania ever recognized a queer as a great man? Deep down I knew who had probably kept Teddy’s ass out of the sling...the unsung hero Brian Kinney had apparently had enough courage and integrity to step in and save the day after all. I mean, nobody other than Brian would really have had that kind of sway over Stockwell, would they? It had to be Brian’s influence that made the difference. 

But if that was true, why would he continue to let us believe that we’re nothing to him? I guess it could be possible that Brian cares about us more than he lets on....maybe he’s just too afraid of appearing weak and vulnerable to show his affection openly. Wow...I really never thought about it like this before. I think I’ll try treating Brian with a bit more kindness and understanding from now on.