Something More

Chapter 7

The two blonds settled in across from each other in a booth near the door. Jake stood up and shrugged off his thick coat, revealing a body Justin was having a hard time finding any flaw in. He was wearing a deep green tee shirt that set off the color of his eyes, coupled with a pair of old jeans. He had a swimmer's build, arms strong from years of surfing.

Jake slid back into the booth with a smile, pulling off his gloves. His fingers were long and elegant, silver bands sparkling on his middle finger and thumb. Justin tore his eyes away from the beautiful boy and let his eyes scan the familiar diner.

He saw Brian across the diner, obvious as the smell of grease and lemon cleanser in the air.

"Fuck," Justin breathed, the word tasting like vinegar on his lips. He brought his eyes back to the table and hid his face behind the menu. Jake looked around the diner with confusion on his face, trying to see what had perturbed his dining companion.

"That asshole," Justin muttered angrily to himself. Jake's brows furrowed in confusion. "I know he made Emmett lie. Fuck him."

"What is it?"

"Well," Justin replied, peeking around his menu. "See the tall brunet in that booth on the far wall that is too beautiful for his own damn good?" Jake looked over, seeing the profiles of two good looking brunet boys.

"I see two of them," Jake replied, his eyes still across the room. Justin blinked and shook his head.

"The one on the right. That's…the bane of my existence." Justin lamented, fingers toying with the corner of the menu. Jake looked back at him and nodded.

"Enemy?"

"Worse. Best friend."

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"Is he looking over here?" Brian asked. Emmett risked a glance and saw the two blonds deep in conversation, heads bowed in towards each other. Em gulped and turned his attention back to his best friend, looking into sorrowful pools of hazel.

"No, and you shouldn't look over there. Now, what looks good? Blueberry pancakes sound heavenly. Dammit Brian I said don't look."

But it was too late. Brian's head whipped around to see Justin and this other…person leaning towards one another, talking and laughing. Brian felt his blood boil and his heart clench. He turned back to Emmett.

"Who is that guy?" Brian asked, tearing a napkin in his fingers.

"I don't know," Emmett replied, staring across the diner at Pittsburgh's latest addition to the gay population. "But he sure is," he trailed off upon catching Brian's murderous glare, "so not attractive. Nope, not in the slightest."

"Ass."

"Sorry." Brian shook his head and looked back over.

"Fuck, he is hot," Brian whispered, eyes squinted in frustration.

"Just a little." Emmett's eyes widened and he reached over and smacked Brian in the shoulder.

"What the fuck was that for?" Brian exclaimed.

"If Justin sees us he is going to know I lied to him. And that you're avoiding him. And that we both all around suck." Brian sighed and let his head drop to the table again.

"I've got an idea," Brian said a few moments later. He sat up and fished his cell phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open and held down the '2' key until it dialed Justin's number.

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They will see us waving from such great heights

'Come down now,' they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away,

'Come down now,' but we'll stay...

"What the fuck?" Justin muttered, pulling his cell phone from his jeans. He smiled apologetically at Jake and answered. "What Brian? You're fifteen feet away."

"What? Am not. Oh my god Justin. I didn't see you come in!"

"Uh…huh…"

"I just met up with Emmett here and wanted to know if you wanted to meet up and look there you are. Problem solved."

"Right," Justin replied, dragging out the word. "I'm busy." He hung up the phone and slipped it back in his pocket. He looked to the side in time to see Brian's cotton covered torso sliding into the booth next to him. Emmett dropped in next to Jake and Justin's head dropped to the table.

"What's up?" Brian asked, eyes trained accusingly on Jake, who sat up straighter and looked around innocently.

"And you are?" Emmett asked Jake, batting his eyelashes.

"Um, I'm Jake."

"Where did you come from? And why are you here now?" Brian asked, glaring at the boy. Jake gulped and his eyes landed on Justin pleadingly.

"Brian!" Justin chided. "What are you doing?"

"Just making friends," Brian replied coolly. The two boys stared at each other for a long time, anger and despair in their eyes. Brian's fingers dug into the vinyl booth as Justin dug his fingernails into his palm.

They were searching for answers, a resolution.

Finally, Justin turned away.

"Jake, want to get out of here?" Justin asked, locking eyes with the new boy. Jake saw something flash in his eyes, something like lust, regret, and pain all rolled into one fucking amazing shade of blue.

He knew he was about to make a mistake, but at that moment, he didn't care.

"Sure."

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Jake landed on the bed with a thud, naked skin against cool sheets. Justin climbed on top of him and kissed him fiercely, thrusting his tongue into his willing mouth. Jake's hands tangled in his hair and he flipped them over, so Jake was on top. Green eyes stared into blue for a moment before Jake slid down, running his tongue in one straight line down Justin's chest and stomach.

Justin put his hand on the back of Jake's head as the taller boy engulfed his cock. Justin gasped at the sensation the cool metal of his lip ring created against his heated flesh.

"Fuck," Justin whispered, his lips wet with spit. He lifted his head, expecting to see a mop of chestnut hair. When he instead saw sandy blond, he shook his head and thrust his hips up. Jake bobbed up and down on his dick, rolling his balls between his fingers and palm.

Justin closed his eyes and let Jake bring him to the edge of reality. He teetered along the line until he felt himself cross it, spiraling into a world where nothing mattered but the electricity running through his veins.

He didn't think of Brian once.

But after he came, he opened his eyes and saw Brian on top of him, lips crashing down on his. He closed his eyes and kissed back, tasting himself on a foreign tongue.

Not Brian's tongue. Not Brian.

Never again.

Justin pulled away from Jake, pushing that harsh reality to the back of his mind. He let his eyes wash over Jake's toned body. Here was this body, so fucking hot, so fucking there…and all Justin could think about was the tiny freckle on Brian's right hip.

Brian. He looked up and hazel eyes changed to green. Tan skin turned even more tan, brown hair turned blond. Jake.

Justin pushed him down onto his back and fished a condom from the bedside table, handing it to him. Jake rolled it down onto Justin's cock as he licked the boy's skin. Jake still tasted of saltwater, as if he were a part of the ocean he spent so much time in. Justin grunted his approval as Jake stroked him, biting his shoulder.

Leave a mark. Make it hurt.

Justin squirted some lube into Jake's hole and plunged in, moaning as he sunk into this…stranger.

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"Hey Brian," Johnny greeted him as he approached the entrance to Babylon. "Where's your blond better half?"

"Who gives a shit?" Brian spat, pushing past Johnny and into the place where the thumpa thumpa never died, where boys never grew up, where you could close your eyes and feel no pain.

His eyes stayed locked on the chains leading to the backroom, his fists clenching and unclenching as he got closer. He held back a sigh as he ventured into the dark room, shrouded in black light and the smell of sex and broken hearts.

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"Oh fuck. Justin." Jake lifted his head and bit down on Justin's collarbone. Justin held onto his hips as he slid in and out, fast and hard, trying not to think or feel.

"Are you serious?" Justin asked, fingers closing around the condom Brian had just tossed him.

"If you want to top, you can top," Brian replied, face uncaring but eyes unsure. "Just…take it easy. It's not like I do this every day."

"I promise."

Justin closed his eyes and saw hazel, opened his eyes and saw green. Dream…into reality. He alternated between worlds every time he blinked. Sweat clung to Jake's skin as he wrapped his strong legs around Justin's waist and lifted his hips to meet his thrusts.

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Brian sunk into the willing opening in front of him, face buried against charcoal colored skin. Why was the skin so pale and white when he closed his eyes?

He reached up to tangle his fingers in silky blond hair, but his fingertips found bald scalp. He gulped and thrust harder.

Those grunts weren't Justin's. This body wasn't Justin's.

He growled deep in his throat and pulled almost all the way out of the trick. He paused for a moment and slammed back in, hitting the trick's prostate and making him cry out in pleasure.

Brian's balls tightened as the lump in his throat grew bigger.

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Justin forced himself to keep his eyes open, focusing on the metal ring in Jake's bottom lip. Jake morphed into Brian beneath him and Justin growled in frustration.

Justin looked into Brian's eyes as he slammed into Jake's ass. Brian was in bed with them, Brian was in his heart, in his head.

Brian was fucking everywhere.

They moved together fast and hard, water splashing around them. Justin held onto Brian tightly, digging his fingernails into his flesh. Brian slid in and out faster, never taking his eyes off of Justin's.

Then Justin did what he swore he would never do.

"Brian!" He screamed out, moaning in ecstasy. "Brian. Brian." He chanted the taller boy's name over and over, as if it were a mantra he used to make it through the day. Brian bit down on Justin's chin and thrust harder, staring up into big blue eyes.

"Justin. Justin!"

"Oh god, Justin."

"B-" Justin bit down on his tongue, preventing the name from rolling off of his lips. Jake's eyes remained closed and he cried out as he came, splashing their stomach with thick ropes of cum.

Justin closed his eyes and saw Brian's face, twisted in ecstasy, the moment before he came.

He collapsed on top of Jake and instantly realized how much rougher Jake's skin was. He pulled out of Jake and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and feeling just as empty as before.

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Brian tied off the condom and threw it into a dingy metal bin. His eyes burned and his chest ached. He stared at the trick in front of him, panting against the cum stained wall. His eyes widened and he zipped his pants. He made his way to the front of the club and out the front door. He went to step down to the sidewalk when a strong hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back.

"What is your problem, Brian?" Johnny asked. Brian pulled out of his grasp and shrugged, eyes skimming the ground.

"Hey! Are you going to let us in or what?" Johnny turned to the man at the front of the line and glared at him.

"You can wait a fucking minute." He turned back to Brian and crossed his arms. "Start talking or I'll sic all these angry queens on you." Brian looked from the line and back to the large bouncer, sighing.

"It's Justin." Johnny nodded and Brian rubbed the back of his neck.

"What about Justin?"

"He loves me." Brian's eyes spilled the contents of his heart all over the ground, displaying them for everyone to see.

"And?"

"And I think I love him."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I…" He stopped, trying to find a suitable answer. What was the problem? His eyes hardened suddenly. He looked Johnny right in the face. "There is no problem."

"Good," the bouncer smiled. "Then go get him."

"No."

"What?"

"No. There is no problem because there is nothing going on between us." Brian paused, swallowing the lie. "And there never will be."

Johnny watched as Brian disappeared into the crowd, head bowed towards the ground. He shook his head. That kid was so fucking stubborn.

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Justin lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling long after the body that was so completely not Brian's curled against him and fell asleep.

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Brian stayed awake until morning, visions of a smiling Justin dancing under blue and purple lights tattooed behind his eyelids.

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