Not Meant To Be

“Get out.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Get.Out.”

“But why?”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

I stared in disbelief. No one ever turned me down. I’m sitting naked on his bed, already half hard, and he’s telling me he doesn’t want me. I can’t believe it.

“I mean now, not an hour from now,” he said belligerently.

I shook my head in disbelief, but I started to pull on my clothes. What the fuck was he thinking? I’m the Stud of Babylon. Nobody sends me away. I pulled on my shoes and stood up.

“You really are a fucking asshole,” I felt compelled to tell him.

“I’ve been called that by better than you,” he retorted.

I walked towards the door my head held high. I wasn’t going to let him know that his actions had hurt. I had almost pulled off my exit with some dignity, at least in my own mind.

That was when he said, “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Not from the likes of you,” I snapped as I turned to face him. God, he was beautiful. I could feel my body respond even though he was treating me like less than the dirt on his boots.

“A word of advice … although I usually wouldn’t bother.”

“Don’t do me any favors,” I said sarcastically.

“The advice is free.”

“Then it can’t be worth much.”

He sucked in his lips for a moment, and I thought maybe he had changed his mind and was going to let me escape in peace. I was about to open the door when he opened his mouth.

“There are other things to aspire to besides being the Stud of Babylon,” he said.

“Is that so? Like what?”

“If you can’t think of any then I’m wasting my time.”

“You’re wasting my time,” I shot back.

“Fine. Get out,” he repeated and I finally left his bachelor pad.

As I started down the stairs, I heard the elevator coming up. I stopped on the first landing and turned to see who it might be, who he had turned me away for. The door to his place was still open and he stood there with a little smirk on his face. Moments later his arms were filled with the blond that I had often seen him with at Babylon.

The kiss was hot, turning loving and then needy as they tugged at each other’s clothes. Arms and hands ripped at buttons and material, their mouths still locked in the erotic kiss. Before I could see them naked, they broke their embrace and slammed the door shut, sealing them away from my view.

I started down the stairs remembering all the rumors and stories about the legendary fucks of Brian Kinney. I wouldn’t be one of them, even though he had won the bet fair and square.

I stepped out into the street and hailed a passing cab. I needed to get to Babylon and re-establish my reputation, if only for my own self esteem, as the new Stud of Babylon.

As the cab took me closer to my goal, I couldn’t help but think about the kiss I had witnessed. A small doubt crept into my mind as I got out of the cab. Did Kinney have something I didn’t?

Naw! I decided that I had everything I wanted as I grabbed the first likely prospect and headed to the back room. While he obligingly sucked my dick, I couldn’t help but give a bit of thought to what might be going on in Kinney’s loft. Even though the thought made me harder than ever, I pushed it away. Kinney didn’t know what he was missing by turning me away. He’d never know, and I had to admit that he didn’t seem to give a fuck. He apparently had everything he needed.

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