V is for Vacuous, Vicious and Victorious
Brian leaned against the bar at Babylon. He was watching Emmett and Justin dancing up a storm on the main floor. A small grin played at the corners of his mouth. Emmett was a good dancer but no one could hold a candle to Justin when he was revved up. They were having a great time shaking their booties. A lot of Babylon was watching them.
Brian took a swig from his beer, just as two good looking men approached the bar. He gave them the once over as they ordered drinks. In the old days he would have been all over them, but ... not anymore. His eyes turned to Justin who would be a real handful in his bed later. Dancing always made his twink really horny. That was better than anything he would find at Babylon.
"Look at that tall vacuous queen. I bet he thinks he's hot stuff," one of the men said.
"You are so bitchy, Kyle," the other man said with a grin, "but I can't fault your comment."
"Look at those tangerine pants. It's a wonder he can breathe, they're so tight ... and ugly. In fact, they take my breath away," the first man added, "from how disgusting they look."
The other man laughed as he sipped his drink.
Brian had heard all of these nasty comments about his friend. He could feel his anger rising with each insult. He was just waiting to see if they became more vicious in their comments or if they said something bad about Justin. That would be the final straw.
"The twink dancing with him is pretty hot though, Kyle," the other man said.
Brian smiled to himself.
"Hm," Kyle replied. "I guess he's okay, Joel, but I've seen better." His eyes turned toward Brian and he smiled in recognition of something that he approved of.
Brian felt the forced smile creep onto his face, but he knew it wasn't coming from any kind of good place. He swallowed the venom that he was feeling toward these stupid asses. "Gentlemen," he said trying to make it sound like an invitation, while attempting to keep the sneer out of his voice.
"Oooh," Joel replied obviously wanting what Brian appeared to be offering.
"You're Kinney, aren't you?" Kyle asked studying the man in front of him. Brian nodded. "I've heard of you."
"Everyone has," Brian replied immodestly.
"Are you as good as they say?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle, you shouldn't be so bold," Joel chastised.
"I do and say as I please," Kyle stated haughtily.
"There's one way to find out how good I am," Brian said, getting tired of listening to this idiot who thought so much of himself.
"How's that?" Kyle asked.
"The back room."
"Is ... is that an invitation?" Joel asked excitedly.
Brian glared at him. And these dolts have the nerve to call Emmett vacuous, he thought. "I don't have time to waste," Brian said out of the blue. "If you're interested, go to the backroom and get yourselves ready. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Bo...Both of us?" Joel asked.
"Think I can't handle you both?" Brian bragged.
"No, not at all," Joel replied, hoping he hadn't screwed things up. "I'll be ready."
"Good," Brian said. "And you?" He raised the infamous Kinney eyebrow as he turned toward Kyle.
"I'll be there."
"And you'll be ready?" Brian demanded.
"What do you mean by ready?" Kyle asked with a frown.
"Pants down, ass in the air, cock hard," Brian stated.
Kyle frowned. That wasn't usually how he liked to do things, but this was the Stud of Liberty Avenue talking. This was his chance to find out if Kinney deserved the reputation he had. If he didn't, Kyle would love to be able to spread that piece of gossip. He would play it for all it was worth. And if Kinney was a fabulous fuck then that wasn't to be sneezed at either. He could tell those who would listen that he had the best. "I'll be ready," Kyle said trying to keep his voice steady.
Brian watched as the two men headed for the back room. He had a few things to take care of before he joined them.
*****
Exactly five minutes later Brian strode into the back room. It didn't take him long to find the two men he had sent in there. They were side by side leaning up against a wall with their asses bare, pants around their ankles, playing with themselves. Neither of them had a cock that Brian would normally be bothered with. However, he had a plan to carry out.
"Hm," he said, standing back and staring at the bare asses in front of him. "I thought you might have slightly better stuff to work with."
There were chuckles from some of the nearby denizens of the back room who paused in their fucking when they heard Kinney's voice. There was a little rumble as word was passed along that something was going down, something involving Brian Kinney.
"What the fuck!" Kyle demanded starting to stand up.
"Stay where you are," Brian ordered. "I'm just about ready."
Kyle frowned and tried to peer over his shoulder to see what Kinney was doing.
"Eyes front," Brian ordered.
A few seconds passed and nothing happened.
"What are you waiting for?" Kyle demanded.
"I brought my friends in to observe," Brian said. "They don't think you're worth wasting my time on, and I have to agree."
"What the fuck?!" Kyle exclaimed standing up and quickly pulling his jeans up over his now deflated penis. "Joel," he said, "stand up. We're going."
Joel pulled up his pants and turned around to find Kinney, the guy in the skin-tight tangerine pants and the twink he had been dancing with all standing staring at them.
"I don't think you've met my friends," Brian said with his tongue in cheek. "In fact, I'm sure you haven't or you would have chosen your words more carefully out at the bar."
"Let's go," Kyle said to Joel and the two men brushed past all three men.
"Have a nice day," Emmett called cheerily after them.
"You're far too kind," Brian told him.
Emmett merely shrugged and grinned.
"Why did you do that?" Justin asked with a frown.
"I can't stand people with big egos who have nothing good to say about anybody or anything. And really have no reason to think they're hot stuff."
"As opposed to you who has every reason to think he's hot stuff."
"Exactly," Brian agreed, "but I don't brag."
"No, no you don't," Justin said with a chuckle. "You don't have to. Other people do the bragging for you."
"Precisely. Are you ready to go home?" Brian asked. Justin nodded.
"I think I'll go back and dance a bit more," Emmett informed them.
"Have a nice night, Emm," Justin said.
Emmett grinned at them both and headed back to the dance floor.
Justin looked up at Brian's face. "What did they say about Emmett?" Justin asked.
"What makes you think they said anything?"
"You wouldn't have brought Emmett in here to see their humiliation unless he was somehow involved," Justin said.
"It doesn't matter what they said," Brian replied. "They're just a pair of vacuous fools."
Justin studied Brian's face for a moment. He knew there was more to the story, but it didn't really matter, and Brian seemed happy with his victory over the two men for whatever they had done. Justin supposed that they had deserved it. Brian didn't do that kind of thing lightly. "Let's go home," Justin said. "I have something special for you tonight."
"I was hoping you might." Brian slung his arm over Justin's shoulder and they walked away, heading to a much happier place.
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