Ted, Emmett, and I made a quick visit to Woody's where, much to Emmett's chagrin, Ted met up with Blake. I looked for Brian, but he was not there.

Being VIPs, Ted and Emmett (along with Blake and I, their guests) were later let in the door at Babylon ahead of the long line. Wanting to stay as far away from Blake as possible, Emmett dragged me away from the couple and out to the dance floor after we checked our coats.

We danced through one song before I said to Emmett, "You know, I think you ought to cut Blake some slack."

Emmett took a step away and glared down at me. "Excuse me?"

"Well, Ted's your best friend and as long as he's dating Blake, you're going to have to be around the two of them. Ted has obviously forgiven Blake for what he did-"

"I will never forgive Blake," Emmett snapped. "You didn't see Teddy lying in that hospital bed in a coma, hooked up to a bunch of machines. Brian was just about to pull the plug before Teddy woke up."

"Brian? Why would Brian pull the plug? I mean, why would it even be his decision to make?"

"Because Teddy gave Brian his power of attorney in case he was ever unable to make his own medical decisions."

This surprised me, as I did not see Brian and Ted as that close of friends.

Emmett continued, obviously seeing the confusion on my face. "Teddy knew Brian would be the only one who would have the guts to do it."

I slowly nodded in understanding. "Ah."

"Because Brian's a heartless asshole," he added.

It was my turn to be offended. "No, he's not! Brian is the most caring person I've ever met."

Emmett barked out a laugh. "Well sure, he's fucking you, so of course you'd think that he's sweet as pie."

"We're not fucking!" I blurted out.

"You're... you're not?" he asked in shock.

"And he definitely has a heart!" I continued, not wanting to get into the particulars of my and Brian's sex life if I didn't have to. "You didn't see him after he finally said goodbye to his father. You weren't the one who held him when he cried!"

"Okay, okay!" Emmett said, trying to make peace. "I'm sorry. I've just never thought of Brian as anything more than a guy that lives to party and fuck."

I was holding back tears as I said, "That's only a small part of him. He's so much more than that, but he doesn't let anyone see it. He acts all big and bad, but it's just an act to keep people at a distance so they can't hurt him."

Emmett tried to hug me, but I pulled away from him and started to shove my way through the crowd, which seemed to be growing thicker by the second. The "Big Dick Contest" that night had apparently brought in homos from every corner of the state.

I went over to one of the dancing platforms and stepped up on it to get a better view of the room. I looked over the dance floor and up on the balcony for Brian but did not see him.

I eventually made it to the bar and asked one of the bartenders if Brian was there. All I got was a "yeah" before said bartender started to mix a drink for someone.

Not wanting to search for him in the backroom and finding him balls deep in some lucky bastard, I took the stairs up to the second level and walked to the door of Brian's office. I noticed the door had a peephole and I made sure to stand in front of it as I knocked.

I saw movement behind the peephole a few moments later, but the door did not open.

"Brian!" I yelled. "I know you're in there, so open up!"

He finally opened the door, looking sexier than I ever thought possible in a sleeveless black shirt and jeans. He also looked positively pissed to see me.

"I should have known that you'd be coming tonight," he said in annoyance.

"I caught a ride with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern," I quipped as I tried to move past him into the office.

Brian blocked me with his arm in the doorway. "Did I say you could come in?"

I looked into the office and saw that there was a man I did not recognize sitting on the couch. There was a mirror on the coffee table and it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what it was for.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That's none of your fucking business," he growled. "Now, take your little ass back downstairs before I throw you out of here myself."

I stumbled back a few steps as if he had just hit me. "What's your fucking problem, Brian? My dick was down your throat just a few hours ago and now you're treating me like I'm a piece of garbage!"

He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. "I'll be on the balcony at twelve for the contest. Try to stay out of trouble until then."

Brian then slammed the door in my face.

I understood completely why the others thought he was a heartless asshole, though that was certainly not the first time Brian had been a shithead to me for seemingly no reason. Just because I wasn't surprised, that didn't make me feel any better.

I stomped down the stairs and went back over to the bar area, which was busier than Grand Central, to get a drink. I was about to give up being served any time that week before I saw Emmett's sparkly hat a few feet away.

I soon had a martini glass with some kind of red liquid in my hand, which I discovered upon drinking was a Cosmopolitan. I didn't much care for cranberry juice because I always associated it with the time I got a painful urinary infection as a kid, but I tossed the cocktail back nonetheless and handed the empty glass to Emmett.

"Lord ham turkey!" he said. "Trying to get drunk, are we?"

Instead of answering him, I took his glass that had more of the piss juice in it from him and gulped it down.

"I'm guessing that you ran into Mr. Sweet and Caring?" he asked as he took the second empty glass from me.

I hiccupped and gave him a fake smile. "Indeed, I did. Um... do you know if Brian has ever been diagnosed with any kind of mental disorder? Like, bipolar or something?"

Emmett laughed. "Not that I know of, but that would explain a lot. But first, he'd have to go to a shrink, but I doubt that would ever happen unless he was brought into the looney bin wearing a straight jacket."

I really needed to ask Brian if I could get one of those VIP cards, because Emmett was soon able to get himself another Cosmo ahead of all the other thirsty queers.

"This one's mine, you silly goose," he told me before taking a sip to claim ownership.

I rolled my eyes before looking at my watch. There was still more than an hour left before the contest was supposed to start, and despite the loud music and all the men dancing around me, I was bored.

"Hey," I said to Emmett. "Do you ever go to the backroom?"

He nearly choked on his drink. "Once in a while. I usually find something that tickles my fancy out on the dance floor, and we either go back to my place or his to fuck in privacy. The backroom is just so... Brian."

I grabbed Emmett's hand and started pulling him towards the backroom, causing him to spill the rest of his Cosmo on himself and the floor. We eventually made it to the long blue-lit hallway where we walked past a blonde twink getting taken from behind by a very large gentleman.

"Hey Todd, how's it going?" Emmett said.

"Fine!" the twink replied.

I led Emmett further into the room and stopped when I found an empty patch of wall. I pushed Emmett against the wall and started to kiss him.

"Whoa, little doggy," he said as he pulled away from me. "I'm only supposed to be your pretend boyfriend, remember?"

"So?" I said before kissing him again.

Emmett let me devour his mouth for a few more seconds before he pulled away again. "So... we can't do this, Honey."

"Why the fuck not?" I said, my words slurring slightly from the alcohol, which was beginning to make my tongue, teeth, and eyebrows tingle.

"Because this is not the place to make out; it's the place to suck and fuck. And you're my friend, and I don't fuck my friends."

I rested my forehead against his chest, feeling like a complete jackass. "You're right... I'm sorry, Em."

"Don't ever apologize for kissing me," he said before grabbing me under my chin and tilting my head up to look at him. "Your teacher taught you very well. Speaking of the devil, how about you go find him, bring him down here, and have him ravish you as he rightfully should in a room like this?"

"He's upstairs in his office snorting coke or whatever the fuck else you snort off of a mirror," I said.

"So, a typical Friday night for our dear Mr. Kinney. Now, I'm going to go and get myself another Cosmo and hopefully I'll be able to drink it all without getting it stolen or spilled."

Emmett gave me a little peck on my lips and departed, leaving me alone in the darkened orgy room.

Although I wasn't particularly attracted to Emmett in a sexual way, my dick couldn't help but stand at attention in response to our little make out session. I recalled how easy it was for me to find a willing cock sucker the last time I was in that room and decided that I was going to see if I could duplicate my previous outing.

I walked around the room for a little bit, checking out the action. There was a guy getting his ass eaten, another getting a blowjob, and a guy in a sling getting fucked. I saw three guys engaged in a threesome where one guy was being fucked while the guy that was fucking him was being fucked by the third guy... a train, as I had learned from porn.

I watched the three guys in utter fascination, amazed by how well the three of them worked together in pursuit of their common goal of orgasm. The guy in the middle of the train must have been having the most fun, since he was not only fucking someone but was also being fucked simultaneously. It was also a position with a lot of responsibility, lest he cut the fun short before the front guy and the caboose were finished.

It wasn't until the guy in the middle, whose pants and underwear were pooled around his ankles, turned his head in my direction that I even thought to see if his looks warranted that much attention from not one but two gentleman. I thought that his profile looked familiar and I found myself walking closer to the group to get a better look at the juicy center of the train.

That was when I locked eyes with none other than Chris Hobbs, the juicy center in question.

"Tay-" he began to say, but lost his ability to speak when he came with a loud groan.

Just as I thought it would, his orgasm stopped the entire operation. The caboose shot his load in response to Hobbs cumming, but the front guy was apparently not finished yet.

"Hey!" the front guy yelled over his shoulder.

The poor guy was left unsatisfied after Hobbs rudely pulled out of him without so much as a hand to help him finish. The caboose was apparently content, since he pulled out of Hobbs and silently went on his merry way.

Hobbs turned towards me in shock, his half-hard cock still covered in the used condom.

"Taylor?" he was finally able to say. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What am I doing here?"

It was as if he suddenly realized the position he was in, because he quickly yanked the condom off, threw it on the floor, and pulled his pants back up.

"This... you... I..." Hobbs babbled.

I made a show of tilting my left ear towards him so I could hear him better. "Yes? I'm listening."

He looked as if he was going to cry. "You can't tell anyone about this."

And that was how Chris Hobbs became my bitch.

I draped my arm across his shoulders. "I would never tell anyone about this, Chris... provided you do something for me."