Bleeding Emotions

Chapter 4

Justin looked up and locked eyes with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He ached to run his fingers through the chestnut hair and trace his sharp, chiseled features. He had a bone structure that Michelangelo would have marveled over. He was dressed in a tight black tee under a black velvet blazer, a pair of faded 501's hugging his long legs. He looked like a god disguised as a rock star. Justin was vaguely aware of his jaw dropping open, but he was frozen by the image before him.

Brian sat down on the stool and adjusted the microphone. Suddenly Justin was startled out of his trance by Emmett and the four people he had just introduced to them jumping up and cheering. Surely this couldn't be who they were referring to, he thought. Justin's gaze traveled back to Brian and he leaned slightly towards Daphne when he felt her tap his shoulder.

"That's the Brian Debbie was talking about. I saw him at the diner the other day. The Michael we just met must be her son," Daphne exclaimed. Her eyes joined Justin's on Brian's elegant face. "He's gorgeous."

"Small world," Justin replied. He looked up to see a smiling Brian scanning the crowd, squinting against the harsh spotlight. His smile faltered slightly when he locked eyes with him.

Brian stared down at the gorgeous blond in the front row, sitting so close to all his friends. He looked so small and frail, but his intense eyes reflected strength and determination. He was oddly fascinated by the blond and found it hard to pull his eyes away. His honey blonde hair framed his face, pieces tucked behind his seashell ears. Brian's smile spread across his lips again, and Justin blushed and offered up a smile of his own. It blinded Brian more than the spotlight.

Suddenly he remembered where he was. Onstage, with his guitar in his lap and a microphone within inches of his lips. He licked his lips nervously and leaned forward a little, one eye still trained on the blond.

"Hey guys. I'm Brian Kinney. Most of you blokes know me, but not like this. This is my first time playing in front a large audience, so be gentle." He gave a little chuckle and people applauded once more.

He cleared his throat and played a few notes, before opening his mouth to sing. Suddenly he stopped, earning curious glances from the crowd. He placed his arm on his guitar and looked back to Justin. He raised an eyebrow and sucked his lips into his mouth for a second. He furrowed his brows again and smirked in his direction, as if the blond was an old friend that he was confused to see.

"I had a song in mind walking on stage," Brian stated. "But I've suddenly changed my mind." He glanced around the room, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "This new song is called Love Song for No One, and I wrote it for someone I haven't even met yet. Who knows, maybe I even wrote it for one of you." His eyes landed hard on Justin at that, and the blond blushed. It was Brian's turn to blush when several girls cheered. He laughed and scanned the crowd once more before returning his gaze to Justin. "I hope you like it."

Justin returned the intense gaze strongly. The look the brunet was giving him made him nervous, confused him, and turned him on all at the same time. The Irish accent Brian spoke in made every word travel straight down his spine to his groin.

"Isn't that accent sexy?" Daphne sighed. He could only nod his head in agreement. His eyes were glued to Brian as if he were a dream, unattainable. He stared openly, as if he would disappear if he dared to look away.

Brian kept his eyes on Justin as he began to play. The notes flowed from his fingertips gracefully, beautiful tones filling the large space. He closed his eyes and gulped before he started to sing, a nervous habit he performed whenever he had an audience.

Staying home alone on a Friday

Flat on the floor looking back

On old love

Or lack thereof

After all the crushes are faded

And all my wishful thinking was wrong

I'm jaded

I hate it

Brian opened his eyes as he played towards the chorus. All eyes were on him, the gazes making him nervous yet exhilarating him all at the same time. He decided he liked being the center of everyone's little world. He looked down at his guitar for a moment, before taking a deep breath and looking back at the mysterious blond. He didn't know why he found him so intriguing. He just knew that when he looked at him, he felt a pull in the pit of his stomach. It was that sensation that made him choose this song. There was the inkling of a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wrote this song for him.

He was glad to see that the blond didn't seem in any hurry to stop staring back at him either.

I'm tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

So tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

Justin watched the brunet with great interest. He was beautiful, his playing was beautiful, his voice was beautiful, and the words he was singing, well, those were beautiful too.

Searching all my days just to find you

Not sure who I'm looking for

I'll know it when I see you

Until then I'll just hide in my bedroom

Staying up all night just to write

A love song, for no one

Brian gazed at Justin longingly as he played. Somewhere deep down, Justin knew the song was for him. He felt the lyrics tug at his heartstrings. Brian's voice was so intense, so amazing. His voice was deep and raw, emanating from his throat with passion and intensity. He sounded so sexy. Justin knew he could never get tired of listening to him. He watched Brian's strawberry lips as they moved, then lifted his gaze to meet Brian's hazel eyes. There was something so strong in those eyes, and it was directed right at him.

I'm tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

So tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

Brian felt the pull in his stomach spread through his whole body, linking him to the blond in a way he couldn't explain. Justin felt it, too. He had an overwhelming desire to run on stage and kiss the life out of him. Somehow he didn't think that would be very appreciated.

Could have met you in a sandbox

I could have passed you on the sidewalk

Could I have missed my chance

And watched you walk away?

Justin listened intently, his heart fluttering against his ribcage. Brian was singing to him, he just knew it. His voice dropped a little, and he began to sing in a hopeful, pleading tone.

You'll be so good

You'll be so good for me

Oh, oh I know you'll be so good

For me

For me

Brian played the last few notes and lowered his guitar. He held his gaze with Justin, biting his bottom lip softly, like he was wondering what Justin thought. Justin stared right back into his eyes. Both men wore strange expressions, reflecting their confusion, fear, and excitement. Brian was startled out of his trance by cheers and applause. He broke his gaze with the blond and stood up, a smile playing across his lips and a deep blush rising up from his collar. He swept his eyes across the crowd, surprised to see them all standing. He said a quick "thank you" into the microphone.

Once Brian broke the gaze with him, Justin quickly jumped up and clapped until his hands were screaming at him to stop. Daphne looked over at him, surprised by the wide grin on his face. Her eyes widened when Justin put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle.

The applause died down and Brian started to walk off the stage. He paused and looked over his shoulder at the blond, who was nodding at something his friend was saying and still watching him. He smiled softly when Brian locked eyes with him again. He turned his eyes away from the man that caused the pull in his stomach.

The man he knew he had to meet.

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"Holy shit!" Emmett exclaimed to the crowd, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Brian was so fabulous! I had no idea he could even play, let alone play like that. He looked so sexy!"

"I know. He's so hot," Daphne added, biting her bottom lip.

"He's also so gay," Emmett added, not so helpfully. Daphne merely sighed.

"Of course he is. He's talented, has a hot accent, an even hotter body, and is gorgeous as sin. Why wouldn't he be?" Justin leaned forward, a little more interested in the conversation. His gaydar had started pinging like crazy the second Brian walked on stage, but it was nice to have it confirmed. "And I bet he has a gorgeous boyfriend and they're completely beautiful together and all girls fall to the floor in spontaneous orgasm as soon as they walk into a room."

"Daphne is a little bitter about the whole 'all the best guys are gay' thing," Emmett told them. Daphne crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Justin smiled and patted her shoulder.

"Nope, Brian is single. Always has been," Lindsay offered. Justin's ears perked up.

"I can't believe a gorgeous creature like that is still single," Emmett said, shaking his head as if it were a crime.

"Why Em, aren't you sweet?" All seven heads turned to see Brian standing there with a huge smile on his face. He could feel his friends practically vibrating in their seats so he rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out, beckoning them forward with his tongue in cheek smirk.

Lindsay, Michael, Graham, and Juliana all jumped up, squealing with delight. They all engulfed Brian in a group hug, practically lifting him off of the floor. He laughed and relaxed in the embrace, thinking that nothing could come close to that feeling. He felt loved, accepted, jubilant, gleeful, wonderful, and every other word for happy in the thesaurus. It was made even better when he caught pretty blonde boy smiling at him over Graham's shoulder.

His overly excited friends pulled away and reclaimed their seats. Everyone was all smiles, and that plus the rush he had gotten from playing put him in a particularly good and playful mood. He dropped into the only empty seat at the two tables, right next to pretty blonde boy. He blushed, and Brian smiled. The group worked to push the tables together. The next act came up and started to set up their instruments.

"Who are the new additions?" Brian asked, gesturing to the girl and who he was quickly growing accustomed to referring to as pretty blonde boy. Emmett nearly choked on his drink as he jumped up to answer.

"Where are my manners? Well, this is my gorgeous fag hag, Daphne." She shook her head and smacked Emmett on the arm.

"It's so nice to meet you. You were really great up there." Brian took her proffered hand and shook it.

"You're too kind."

"And this delectable little morsel over here," he stood behind Justin and placed his hands on his shoulders, "is Justin."

"Justin," Brian repeated, tasting the name on his lips as if it were a delicious wine. The two boys locked eyes once more, silence washing over the table. They stared at each other shamelessly, and the rest of the group did little to hide their amused smirks. Brian shook his head and smiled widely. "Justin, it's so great to meet you."

He turned his chair towards Justin, and the blond did the same thing. Their knees brushed together as they shook hands. The both felt a jolt of fiery electricity run through their bodies, scorching their hearts. Their hands fit together perfectly, Brian's long fingers sliding lazily across the back of Justin's hand. Brian looked down at their entwined hands, noting the contrast of their skin colors, the neatness of Justin's fingernails, and the callus that marked in inside of his middle finger, creating a perfect inlay for a pen or pencil. Slowly and with a hint of regret, they released each other's hands, but not their gaze or the strong hold they seemed to have on each other.

"Likewise," Justin managed to mumble out. His lips protested the word, as all they wanted to do was taste Brian's lips. Soon the rest of the group rolled their eyes and abandoned the pair, falling into their own conversation. The lights dimmed and the band started up, a fast paced tune with a lead singer that liked to scream.

Brian and Justin were oblivious. They couldn't stop looking at each other, couldn't form words, couldn't breathe.

"Look at them," Daphne stated with a laugh. "They've gone retarded over each other."

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Author's Note: The song Brian sings is Love Song for No One by John Mayer. I'm not creative enough to write lyrics, so I stole them. : No copyright infringement was intended.

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