The Horror of it All!

"Hey Boy Wonder."

"Hey Michael."

"What brings you here?"

"Do I need a reason to come to Woody's and have a drink?"

"On a Thursday afternoon, all by yourself, maybe."

"We had a fight."

"Another one? Jeeze, what's that, five this week?"

"Seven, but who's counting."

"So what did he do now or who?"

"Nothing like that."

"Then what?"

"He went on a business trip."

"Justin, he always goes on business trips, he owns the business, he has to."

"Not this time, he didn't. It wasn't like a new contract, just a re-sign, and it was all done. He coulda sent Ted or Cynthia, or just faxed the fuckin' thing like he always does. But nooo, the great god Kinney had to go himself to New York to personally tend to it. Mikey, the doctor told him to rest, this not resting."

"You know he likes to do the signings himself, this is no different and it's not that far away. You're just pissed cuz he didn't take you. You're always trying to get him to do what YOU think is best for him."

"That's not true and, I, I was busy."

"Sure you are, so busy that you're drinking all by your little self."

"Fuck off, Michael, you don't know shit. And why are you here, no happy little family dinner to make, no Tofu burgers to grill, or homework to check?"

"None of your business."

"Ha, I'll bet. What, the professor finally wised up and threw your whiny ass out. Come on Mikey, fess up, what was it this time. He couldn't take another one of your jealous outbursts about me and Brian or maybe it was about Hunter. Yeah, that was it, he found out you're upset that you didn't get the chance to plow his tight whoring ass before you adopted him."

"YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE SHIT, TAKE THAT BACK!"

"Make me, you whiny ass wipe."

"I'll bash you myself."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!! You guys cool off or take it outside."

"Fine, I'm outta here!."

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"Fucking shithead, that's what he is, doesn't know shit about me and Brian. Asshole, wish he'd crawl off a bridge somewhere. What the fuck? How'd you get in here?"

"I have a key or don't you remember, I am his best friend."

"GET OUTTA HERE, MIKEY!!! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT."

"No wonder he doesn't take you anywhere, for someone who's supposed to be so smart you have a limited vocabulary."

"Fuck. Off."

"Not until you take back what you said about Hunter."

"Fuck. You."

"I'm not leaving."

"I'll make you."

"Try it."

"Out!"

"Huh, all that training with the Pink Pussy and you can't move me."

"Get out or, or..."

"Or what, you'll tell your boyfriend, like that's gonna mean anything, not after I tell him what you said, he might think twice about your so called relationship."

*SLAP*

"You hit me, you fuckin' little shit, you hit me!"

"Mikey, I'm sorry."

"Sorry is bullshit. I'm bleeding, is that blood, my blood? Oh, I feel dizzy, I, I...."

"Shit! Mikey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean, FUCK."

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"Augh, what happened?"

"You passed out."

"How did I get to the couch?"

"I caught you before you fell on the floor and brought you here. Good thing you aren't as big as Brian, I can't move him."

"Yeah, I know. When he used to pass out I'd have to try to wake him or drag him to the bed. He may be skinny but he weighs a ton."

"Tell me about it. One time after, you know, he kinda passed out on top of me... I thought I never was gonna ever breathe again. I was stuck under him for hours, I think I was blue when he finally got off of me."

"Ha!"

"Yeah. Mikey, I'm really sorry for what I said and for hitting you. I didn't mean it, you just got me so angry."

"I know I did, but Justin you know I spoke the truth. I know you're just looking out for him but if you don't loosen up you're gonna smother him and you know what will happen then."

"Yeah, the asshole Brian will be back with a vengeance."

"Right, then all of us and Liberty Avenue will get screwed."

"Big time."

"Justin, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Um, what's it like with him?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. What's it like doing it with him? How does it feel?"

"Mikey, I can't talk about that, he'd kill me. What happens in the loft, stays in the loft; besides you've seen him in action more than I have, you know what he's like."

"No, I don't and that's different. That's the ‘stud on the prowl' Brian. Not the ‘in love with my boyfriend' Brian. There's a big difference, he's different with you. Justin, I want to know, I need to know. He'd never do it with me, I'll go to my grave not knowing what half the fags in Pittsburgh including MY boyfriend knows. Please Justin, you gotta tell me."

"Mikey, I...wait, do you want a beer? And go get his stash."

"Okay."

While Mikey finds Brian's emergency stash and starts to roll a joint, Justin grabs the six-pack out of the fridge. He chugs a bottle then opens two more and hands one to Mikey as he goes into the bedroom, first turning off all the lights throughout the loft. In the bedroom he turns on the blue neons. Their light fills the loft with an eerie glow.

Justin enters the bathroom, gazing into the mirror. ‘What the fuck am I doing?' He rationalizes, ‘it's for Mikey and for me, I'll never be rid of him if he doesn't know how it can be with Brian, besides it's not like I know what I'm doing. I'm drunk, stoned, yeah, that's it. I don't know what I'm doing.'

He takes another swig of beer then starts to strip, first toeing off his sneakers and socks then donning his tightest pair of black jeans leaving the top button undone. He fishes the black tank that Brian wore the previous night at Babylon out of the hamper, sniffing at it. Smelling the unique scent of Brian, cigarettes, Babylon , and sex; Justin slips it over his head.

Justin goes back in the bathroom, using a little of Brian's styling gel, he slicks back his hair than daubs a little of Brian's favorite cologne on his chest. He chugs the rest of the beer hoping that a buzz would dull his senses and his guilt. Finding a pack of Brian's cigarettes on the bedside table, Justin lights one and inhales deeply. With the cigarette smoke swirling about his head Justin saunters to the steps. In a Kinneyesque tone...

"Hey Mikey."

"Oh shit, Bri, Justin?"

"Shhh."

"What the, how?"

"Shut up, Mikey."

Justin takes another drag on the butt then continues his saunter over to Mikey, sitting on the floor, sucking on the joint. Justin takes the joint as he grabs the nape of Michael's neck holding him still, then he shotguns.

They both lean against the sofa, letting the effects of the beer and pot overtake them.

"You remind me of him, smell like him."

"You're so pathetic."

"Sound like him."

"Maybe I'll fuck you like him. Turn over."

Mikey begins to roll over, Justin lightly skims Mikey's lips with his tongue, not kissing but stealing a little taste. He positions Michael so that he's kneeling, his head and chest resting on the sofa seat, ass at the right height. Justin pulls at the snap of Mikey's fly and lowers the zipper. He shoves Michael's jeans down his thighs then he removes a condom and lube from his own pocket.

Michael hears the pop of the tube and the rip of the condom packet.

"Shit, that's cold!"

"It'll warm up."

"Hold on Michael, this is gonna be one hell of a ride."

Placing one hand on Mikey's hip to steady him, holding his sheathed dick in his other hand, Justin plunges his full length into Michael's tight tunnel. He begins to fuck the shit out of Mikey, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust.

"Oh my god, Brian! JUSTIN!"

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"JUSTIN!"

"Brian, Brian, wake up."

"Oh shit."

"Nightmare?"

"Oh man, the worst one ever."

"The surgery again?"

"No, worse."

"Worse than having a ball cut off, what can be worse than that? Oh, god Brian, you didn't dream about having the other..."

"No, no, nothing like that. But thanks for planting that mental picture forever in my brain. Fuck."

"Well, what then?"

"It's too horrible to put into words."

"Brian you can tell me anything, you know that."

"Yeah, I know but not this. Listen, this trip I have to take. Don't say it, I know, I really don't have to go. But I have an idea. I was going to leave early so I could drive but how about I book us a couple of airline tickets, on Kinnetic of course, and we spend a few days in the Big Apple. The signing won't take long, we'll have the whole afternoon to walk around, spend it in the Village. There's this great little German restaurant on E.20th between Broadway and Park. It's got great food, their potato pancakes are to die for and it's fag friendly. What do you say? You don't have other plans do you, I mean you're not busy with, with things?"

"I'd say..." *kiss*

"I take it you approve of my change of plans?"

"Uh huh, but what brought this on?"

"I don't know, I guess the horror of that dream kinda knocked some sense into me."

"Well whatever it was I'm not going to complain about it. Come on Bri, let's go back to sleep."

"Okay. Jus?"

"Hmm?"

"Is that my cologne you're wearing?"

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, I ran out of mine, I just reached for yours out of habit."

"No, I don't mind, smells nice on you."

"Michael seemed to think so too."

"What?! Michael? Oh fuck!"

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