Blue Or Red

 

“I can’t believe I’m going with you guys.”

 

“Mikey, stop whining already.  You’re going and you’re gonna have a great time.  Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone hot to fuck and forget all about the wayward professor,” Brian said, trying his best to sound patient when he was so fucking sick of hearing his best friend go on and on about how distraught he’d been since his boyfriend had picked up and moved to Tibet.  He’d had enough and he was going to MAKE Mikey hook up with someone at the party, even if he had to go and shove the guy’s dick up his friend’s ass himself.  Well, maybe not HIMSELF.  Mikey might enjoy THAT a little too much.

 

“Yes, honey, you’re going to find a fabulous man tonight.  I can just feel it.  In fact, I just know that we’re ALL going to find someone wonderful to have a little fun with.  Don’t you think so, Teddy?” Emmett asked his quiet friend.

 

“Yeah, sure…well Michael, just think about it…if Em is sure that even I will find someone then you should have no trouble,” Ted said with a weak smile.  The chances of him finding someone to hook up with were always slim to none, but you never know.  There could be someone at the club that was just as desperate as he was.  That thought alone caused the man’s hopes to soar a little higher.

 

“Well, I’m sure I’LL have no problem finding Mr. Right.  After all, aren’t they ALL Mr. Right, at least for the night?” Brian told his friends with a wicked grin, but cast his glance sideways and winked playfully at the man sitting in the passenger seat, receiving a knowing smile in return.  “Besides, as long as there’s a nine-inch cock attached to the guy, he’s never Mr. Wrong.”

 

“At the rate I’m going, I’d settle for a four inch dick if I could get one,” Ted droned back.

 

“One to match your own?” Brian quickly returned and everyone couldn’t help but laugh. They’d all seen Ted’s dick and it was pretty much true.

 

“Well, I just wanna dance.  I’ve had enough dick to last me a lifetime and after the week I’ve had, I need to unwind.”

 

“And what the fuck’s THAT supposed to mean?” Brian asked, brows deeply furrowed.

 

Smiling sweetly, Justin replied, “Never enough of YOUR dick, Bri…never.”  The blond moved his hand slowly up and down his lover’s thigh soothingly, trying to take the sting out of his words.

 

Brian just nodded and concentrated on the road again.  When they’d gotten back together, Justin had told him that he was done with all the tricking-games and three-ways and Brian respected that.  He wasn’t quite sure if Justin had given up tricking all together and the truth was that he was a little afraid to ask him.  Not that he’d be crushed if he knew that Justin still got a little on the side, hell, he still did, but something inside of him just didn’t want to know.  Maybe it was jealousy?  Maybe it was fear that the boy would leave him again if he found someone better?  He wasn’t sure.  All he knew was that some things were better left unknown.

 

But one thing they had agreed on, no exceptions, was that when they were out, it was just THEM.  No running off to the backroom for a little fun…no disappearing with someone else.  Not that they couldn’t have a little innocent fun though.  That was sometimes good. Seeing one another dancing a little provocatively with someone else got the blood racing and the adrenaline pumping.  But they both knew that when it came time to leave, they’d be going home together without question.

 

“Ohhh, we’re here!” Emmett exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands together for full affect.

 

“Just relax before I throw you out of the car without stopping,” Brian said impatiently.  Usually five minutes with Curly, Mo, and Larry jammed into the backseat of the jeep was more than he could take, but they’d been driving for almost an hour to get to the club and he was well past his tolerance level.  He shook his head and wondered for the thousandth time since they’d left the city WHY he’d agreed to take the jeep and all drive together instead of just him and Justin going alone in the corvette and letting the three stooges fend for themselves in Ted’s car.  He never should have bought the jeep for Justin in the first place and then he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in.  But as he looked beside him, catching the bright-blue eyes looking back at him, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread throughout his body and he knew that he would do ANYTHING for his boy.  Even if it meant putting up with the whining trio in the back.

 

“Now, here’s the rule.  You act like the fucking loser’s that you REALLY are, then you walk home.  Don’t embarrass me…or Justin,” Brian told the three other men as he led everyone into the club.

 

“Wow, this is amazing!” Emmett shouted, trying to be heard over the deafening music.

 

“Yeah, it’s really cool,” Justin added with a smile, looking up at his boyfriend who had his arm wrapped possessively around his shoulder.

 

“It’s alright,” Brian replied with a casual shrug.  He quickly looked around the huge crowded room, taking in all the dancing men, and was struck by how many fucking people there were.  Then something else caught his eye and just as he was about to speak, he heard…

”Blue or red?”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Blue or red?” the bouncer asked impatiently.

 

They all looked at each other, having no idea what the fuck the guy was asking, but when Brian looked around the room again, the answer became clear.  “Blue,” he said confidently and the guy nodded and handed him a blue armband.  He took it, looking at the four men who were still completely dumbfounded by the question, and told the bouncer, “four red.”

 

The bouncer nodded again and handed each of the others a red armband, waving them into the club.

 

Brian moved off to the side and slid the armband onto his left bicep.  He adjusted the tight band until it was comfortable then motioned to his friends to do the same thing.  “Uh, no, on the right arm,” he told them as they all began to put it on the same arm as he had.

 

“What, why?” Justin asked, totally NOT understanding the whole color and arm thing at all.

 

Speaking loud enough so that they all could hear, but not wanting to be too loud as to draw attention to their little group, Brian told them, “Blue is for tops, red for bottoms, the arm corresponds to the color.“

 

 “Really, are you sure?” Michael whined, looking around the room at all the other men.

 

“Brian’s right.  Look at all the blue-banded men, then all the red ones.  Notice anything different about them?” Ted asked.

 

The other three still slightly confused men looked at the bar area and the dance floor and noticed that the men that were wearing the BLUE armbands on their left arm seemed to be more dominant, older, taller, some even beefier.  And the ones wearing the RED bands on their right arm seemed to be…well, bottoms…many of them twinks.

 

“Ohhhhhh,” Justin, Michael and Emmett all seemed to say at once.

 

“Well, looks like the ratio is majorly in favor of blue, so I think that even WE might get lucky tonight, boys,” Emmett told Michael and Ted hopefully.

 

Brian had noticed that blue seemed to be the domineering color as well.  As he looked over the club, he’d have to say that there must have been at least three blues to one red.  He felt a slight twinge go up his spine knowing that there were SO many alpha-males in the room with him.  It made him feel a little threatened for some reason, but he quickly pushed the feelings down and stood a little straighter, making sure that EVERYONE knew that he was still top-male.  “Let’s get a drink.”

 

“Okay,” Justin said with a smile, glad that Brian’s arm was still wrapped around his shoulder.  He also noticed the ratio of blue to red, but he still only wanted one particular blue and that was the one beside him.

 

They received their drinks and were enjoying them, casually looking out over the dance floor, while watching the action unfold.  Michael, Emmett and Ted were trying their best to NOT look desperate, waiting to see if someone would approach them, but after about twenty minutes they gave up.

 

“Come on boys, let’s go show them what we’ve got,” Emmett said, shaking his hips, as he headed toward the dance floor.

 

“Well, there’s no time like the present to find out how rejected I can get,” Ted grumbled and followed his friend.  He was glad to even be there after all he’d been through.  Now he was clean and even if Emmett and he couldn’t be lovers, they were friends and that was enough for them both.

 

“I…I guess I’ll go too.  Come on you two,” Michael said, heading onto the floor.

 

“Come on, Brian, let’s dance,” Justin said, taking his lover’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor.

 

“No, you go, I’m just gonna finish my drink and then I’ll join you,” Brian replied, holding up his glass.

 

Justin stopped and looked at his lover’s face.  He was searching for something, some little bit of information to reassure him that Brian wasn’t about to go and look for someone else to have a little fun with.

 

“Justin, go, I’ll be there in a few minutes…promise.”  His hazel eyes locked onto the intense blue ones, knowing what the blond was thinking and trying to make him understand that he wasn’t about to go and find a trick.  He was with Justin.

 

Nodding his head, Justin smiled brightly, obviously getting the reassurance he needed, then turned and entered into the sea of bodies gyrating on the dance floor, moving to join his friends.

 

Brian watched his boy go and smiled.  He couldn’t believe that after all this time the blond STILL had doubts about him.  But then, he knew Brian well, sometimes too well, and he knew that being in a room full of half-naked, writhing men could reek havoc on his mind, tempting him a little too much, testing the limits of his self-control.  ‘Justin still gets jealous…how cute,’ he thought.

 

Brian looked around the room, taking in all the men, and something else suddenly struck him.  It seemed that most of the red-armed men, the bottoms, were, well, rather homely.  Okay, not that they were ugly, even HE had to admit that.  But they were definitely nowhere near HIS standards.  He laughed to himself and thought that maybe even Ted would get lucky tonight, with the major lack of competition. 

 

But then something else occurred to him.  Most of the blue-armed men were quite good looking.  Not in his league of course, but not too bad.  And they well outnumbered the reds, therefore allowing the blues to be even pickier than they normally would have had been. 

 

Just then he felt a nudge at his side and looked down to find a red-armed twink standing next to him, his hand resting on Brian’s arm. 

 

“Hi, I’m Mark,” the dark-haired, green-eyed, olive skinned guy said.

 

“Hi, I’m not interested,” Brian said with a smirk, pulling his arm out from under the other man’s hand and returning his attention back to the dance floor.

 

“Oh, come on, I’m sure that we could have some fun.  I think you’re amazing looking and I’d really love to dance with you,” the younger man continued.

 

Not even bothering to turn his head, Brian said again, “Not interested.”  He heard the man sigh, then out of the corner of his eye he saw him walk away.  Good.  Not that the guy was too bad looking.  It’s just that when you’ve had the best…speaking of which…where the hell was Justin?  He tried to find the blond head and finally spotted it, in the middle of the floor, bopping away.  He looked for his friends, who were supposed to be with Justin, and found them each off in their own direction with a blue-armed man of their own.  He snorted, knowing that in a room full of trolls, even those three would stand out and get a man.

 

But then his eyes traveled back to find Justin and widened at what he saw.  Even at Babylon, where the ratio of beautiful men was very high, Justin ALWAYS stood out amongst the crowd, because let’s face it, the man was GORGEOUS.  But there, on that dance floor, in that room of less than stellar men, Justin stood out like a beacon in the night.  So what he found that caused his heart rate to increase and his blood to begin to boil, was HIS red surrounded by a group of blues.  Okay, it didn’t feel so cute when it was HIM getting jealous.

 

“What the fuck?” he said a little loud, slamming his drink down on the bar and drawing the attention of several of the men standing near him who quickly moved away, not wanting to mess with the angry looking man.

 

Brian saw that Justin’s eyes were closed.  He probably hadn’t even noticed that his friends had left him there, by himself, in the middle of the dance floor.  His body swayed, his hips moving provocatively back and forth, tempting all that dared to look his way.  Brian knew the blond had suffered through a difficult week and was trying to blow off steam, but he didn’t like the way the other men were leering at him…like he was a tempting treat when he wasn’t even on the fucking menu.

 

“Isn’t this place faaaaabulous?” Emmett asked with a huge smile, coming up next to Brian, not noticing the angry flush that had spread across his face.  He was too busy with the man that seemed to be hanging on his arm, running his hands suggestively up and down his back.

 

“Yeah, just peachy,” Brian said mockingly.

 

Emmett heard the tone of Brian’s voice and noticed his angry scowl.  He followed his friend’s line of sight and found exactly what the problem was.  Justin.  Of course.  The boy was surrounded by several tall, beautiful men who were quite obviously tops and Brian felt threatened, even jealous.  “My, my, my, looks like our baby’s getting a lot of attention out there.”

 

Brian turned toward his so-called friend, his hazel eyes blazing fury at the man’s words.

 

Emmett just ignored the warning and continued.  “I wonder then, what the hell are YOU doing here?”

 

“He doesn’t need ME to rescue him,” Brian said harshly, realizing that he’d let some of his anger and obvious self-doubt seep through.

 

“No, you’re right, he doesn’t, but he does need YOU.” 

 

Brian turned, receiving a warm smile from his friend then a slight wave as the man took his blue’s hand and pulled him back onto the dance floor.  Letting Emmett’s words sink in for a minute, Brian stood tall, pushed off the bar and headed out to get his man.

 

Justin was lost in the music.  He closed his eyes and let the invigorating thump of the bass move through him.  He’d had such a difficult week and all he wanted to do was dance.  He knew his friends were around, so he didn’t worry about getting lost in the crowd.  He just let himself drift away. 

 

Suddenly he felt a body bump up behind him and then one in front.  He stiffened and his eyes flew open.  He looked up and his eyes found a pair of dark-brown ones focused on him.  The man smiled and ran his hand down Justin’s arm, landing on his hip and leaving it there.  The man behind him did the same thing, running his hand down his other arm and laying it to rest on his other hip.  Justin tried to move, but they had him pinned between their bodies and wouldn’t allow him to get out.  “Move,” he said harshly, his eyes boring into the dark ones in front of him.  All he received in response was a smile and a playful shake of the man’s head.  He thought Justin was kidding, just playing hard to get.  “Fucking move, NOW,” he shouted, leaving no room for misunderstanding, but the men still didn’t release him.  He started to panic a little.  He looked around for his friends, but couldn’t see them.  He went to yell for his lover, but before any sound could come out, the dark-eyed man’s mouth came down on his.  He pulled back sharply and tried to shove him off, but the hand on his hip quickly grabbed his arm and held it firmly in place.  Okay, now he really was panicking.  He figured he had to fight dirty and just as he was about to raise his knee to the guy’s groin, he felt them being pulled off of him, first the guy in back and then the guy in front and he heard a loud, growling voice…

 

“Get the fuck away from him.”

 

“Brian,” Justin gasped, never more happy to hear his lover’s voice.

 

The guy that was in back of Justin moved away quickly, but the one that was in front stood in challenge of his claim, his hand still wrapped firmly around Justin’s arm.  “Fuck off, I saw him first.”

 

Brian laughed at the guy’s words, having been reminded of an earlier time when Michael and Ben’s protégé had used pretty much the same words about him to Justin.  He stood at his full height, towering over the other man by several inches and got right in the guys face.  “I said, get the fuck away from him.”  Brian’s voice was strong and his tone carried an unmistakable warning.

 

Glancing to the side, the trick saw the blond’s face, and even though the boy was trying to be brave, the fear in the clear blue eyes was evident.  He loosened his grip, dropping his hand to his side and glared back at the man in front of him.  “He’s all yours.”

 

“I never had a doubt,” Brian said confidently, but with the same tightness still present in his voice as the man finally walked away.  Justin rushed to his side and he took the boy into his arms and held him in a strong embrace.

 

“Brian, I…they wouldn’t listen.  I’m sorry,” Justin said with his head buried against his lover’s neck.

 

“Don’t worry, Sunshine, he’s gone now and I’m here.  I’m always here,” Brian said, hoping the man would understand, realizing that he did when he felt the unmistakable feeling of his lover’s smile against his skin.  “Do you want to go?”

 

Moving his head so that he could see his hero’s face, Justin said, “No, I want to dance.  Dance with me, Brian.  Please.”

 

“Okay, baby…okay.”

 

Both men tried to push the unfortunate incident aside and enjoy themselves.  They got lost in the music and in each other, as they always did.  Brian kept his eyes out for anymore signs of trouble. He had to fend off a few guys who were moving in a little too close for his liking a time or two with a warning glare.  He figured that soon enough word would spread that HIS red was definitely off limits and that they should just stop trying.

 

Of their own accord, their bodies began to move closer and closer, grinding against each other in time with the music.  Brian felt Justin’s erection rub against his and he moaned from deep within his chest.  Justin purred softly and wrapped his arm around his lover’s waist, bringing them even closer together.

 

“Brian, I want you,” the blond whispered into his lover’s ear.  Letting his mouth wander freely along the graceful column of the man’s neck, he littered sweet kisses over the sensitive flesh.

 

“Mmmm, I want you too, baby.  Let’s get the boys together and leave.”

 

“No, now… I need you now,” Justin whimpered, his hand sliding down from Brian’s waist to his ass, grabbing a firm globe in his hand and squeezing.

 

“Ahhhhh, Justin,” the brunet growled.  He reached back and took his lover’s hand off his ass then pulled the man roughly along behind him towards the backroom.  He’d seen the entrance when he was at the bar and just hoped that it was at least halfway decent.

 

Once inside, they realized the backroom was pretty much like Babylon’s and all the other clubs in Pittsburgh.  It seemed the hours drive to find something new and exciting turned up nothing any different from what they had at home.  Moving through the room to find a free spot, they were bombarded with loud moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure, making them even more turned on then before.

 

“God, Brian, hurry,” Justin panted, following behind his lover.

 

Finally finding a spot, Brian quickly turned around and pulled Justin to him, attacking the boy’s mouth with his own in a fierce and demanding kiss.  Their tongues battled for dominance, and interestingly enough, Justin seemed to win.

 

“I want to fuck you,” the blond growled into his partner’s ear.

 

Pulling back, completely floored by the admission, Brian said, “No fucking way, Justin.  Not here.”

 

Moving his mouth up to Brian’s ear and gently nipping on the incredibly sensitive lobe, earning a gasp and moan from his lover, Justin purred, “Please, Bri…I need to feel you…be inside you…fuck your tight ass…I need it so badly.”

 

“Oh, God…Justin,” the older man whimpered.

 

It seemed that the tables were turned.  It’s not like he didn’t bottom for Justin, because he did, quite often actually, but doing it in a club where anyone could see was something totally different than doing it in the privacy of their own home.  Brian moaned again when he felt his lover’s hand slip inside his jeans and his warm fingers wrap around his painfully hard erection. 

 

“Please, Bri…I need you,” the younger man begged.  He knew it was a lot to ask, to fuck Brian in public, but he felt like he was going to die, right there on the spot if he didn’t get inside the man. 

 

Realizing that it was going to take more to convince his partner, Justin tugged Brian’s jeans down around his hips then took the man’s hard cock in his hand again and slowly began to pump up and down along the shaft.  Feeling his own erection throb and leak in the tight confinements of his jeans, he opened the button and fly on his pants, sighing when his dick was finally free.  He reached for Brian’s hand and placed it on his sensitive cock, moaning at the delicious contact.

 

“Baby…you’re not playing fair.”

 

“Don’t you want to feel all of this inside of you?” Justin asked, rocking his hips forward, causing his dick to slide in Brian’s grasp when he did.

 

“Mmmm, you know I do, I just don’t think that…”

 

“What, you care what anyone here thinks?  No one knows us and they’re all so busy that they wouldn’t even notice if you had the president come in here and give it to you up the ass.”

 

Laughing softly, Brian felt himself begin to sway and knew that he would give in.

 

“Please, Brian…let me fuck you…I’ll fuck you so hard and so good that you’ll be screaming for more.  My hot, hard cock deep inside your tight ass…oh, God…I wanna come just thinking about it,” Justin panted.  He didn’t think he could wait much longer. 

 

Without a word, not really trusting his voice at the moment, Brian turned around, splayed his hands on the wall, bent at the waist and stuck his ass out, offering it to his lover. 

 

The sight almost made Justin come on the spot.  Quickly, the blond reached into his pocket, drew out a condom and a small tube of lube, ripped the packet open between his teeth, and rolled the latex onto his aching cock.  He flipped open the lube, squeezed a generous amount into his hand and placed the tube back in his pocket.  He warmed the slick liquid between his fingers then placed his middle finger against his lover’s inviting pucker.  “Ready?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

 

Brian didn’t answer, put pushed his ass further out, opening himself up and letting Justin’s finger slide into him.  He gasped at the intrusion then settled down, breathing heavily with excitement.  He felt his lover pull back, then push in again, adding a second finger and moving in a little harder and deeper than the first time.  He moaned and grunted as his boy’s fingers scissored inside of him, opening him up. 

 

Sensing that Brian was ready, Justin pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with the head of his cock, begging for entrance to the tight hole.  Again, Brian pushed back, allowing his cock to slide in, slowly but steadily until he was fully encased in the man’s tight, warm channel.

 

“Oh, fuck…Bri…so…so…perfect,” Justin moaned.

 

“Baby…please…fuck me,” Brian purred.  He knew when his boy was inside of him that he lost all semblance of control and he gave into the fucking so whole-heartedly.

 

Hearing his lover’s words…almost begging him…well, as close to it as Brian would ever get, made Justin crazy with desire.  He pulled out then thrust back in, over and over again, going deeper with every move.  Both men were panting heavily and fucking each other with wild abandon.  Every time Justin pushed in, Brian would buck back, meeting him with equal force, ripping an equally loud moan from deep inside of both of them.

 

Justin’s hand came down and wrapped around Brian’s aching cock.  Using his profusely leaking precum as lube, he jerked him off roughly, keeping in time with his constant thrusts into the man’s spasming ass.

 

“Justin…almost…so close…just…just…ahhhhhhh,” Brian screamed, not caring who the fuck heard him anymore as he came with such force that he slammed backwards.  At the same time, his ass clamped down on Justin’s cock, sending the blond spiraling into his own mind-blowing orgasm.

 

“Oh, fuck…YEEEEAHHHHHH!” Justin shouted and exploded inside his lover’s ass.

 

When both men finally stopped shooting, they were exhausted.  Justin fell forward, slumping down along his lover’s back, wrapping his arms around the taller man for support.  Luckily Brian had the wall to hold onto or he might have fallen flat on his face.  They stood there, breathing hard and still unable to stop the occasional soft moan that escaped their open mouths as the aftershocks of their orgasms played through their tired bodies.

 

“I love you.”

 

“I love you too, baby.”

 

“Well, look at what we’ve found.  Now I must say that this is an interesting development.  I guess that maybe those blue and red armbands should be switched right about now,” Emmett said with his usual flair.

 

“Holy shit,” Michael gasped, not believing his eyes.

 

“Michael, close your mouth.  Someone might mistake it for an invitation and come up and stick something in it,” Emmett told his friend when he noticed the way the man’s mouth was hanging open in shock.

 

“I guess we finally get to see a side of Brian that we never would have believed to be true.  Pittsburgh’s most profound top isn’t really any different than the rest of us,” Ted said with a little sarcasm and a lot of envy.  Not only did he get to fuck Justin, who was probably the most amazing thing that Ted had ever seen, but he got to be fucked by him, a dream that Ted secretly harbored and had spent many nights jerking off to.  “Lucky bastard,” the man said under his breath.

 

“I think that we should just leave them alone and wait until they come out and join us.  No sense in disturbing them now,” Emmett said, taking one final look at the two beautiful men together and smiling as he turned and headed back out to the dance floor.

 

“Yeah, we’ll leave when they’re done.  Come on Michael,” Ted said, turning to follow Emmett out.

 

Michael didn’t answer and didn’t follow.  He stood, silently, staring at the two men.  His best friend and the man that he obviously loved enough to let fuck him…in public.  Michael was stunned.  He’d seen Brian fuck countless numbers of tricks and even walked in on him fucking Justin a few times, but this…this was totally different.  He couldn’t seem to move or take his eyes off of them and instantly felt a bolt of terror shoot through him when he found himself locked in a gaze with Brian. 

 

Brian turned his head towards his lover, placing a sweet kiss against the top of his soft, golden hair and caught sight of his best friend watching them.  Brian stood up, letting Justin’s softened cock slip from his hole, and turned around to take the blond possessively into his arms, shielding him from Michael’s eyes.  His brows furrowed, wondering just how long the man had been spying on them.  He couldn’t help but see the longing and disappointment in the man’s brown eyes.  His gaze hardened, warning his friend that he was not welcome, that he had overstepped his bounds, and that he should leave before it was too late.

 

“Brian, what’s wrong?” Justin asked quietly.  He was so tired and loved being held by the man but the tenseness in Brian’s body was something that he couldn’t understand.

 

The older man loosened his grip and looked down, meeting his lover’s sated blue eyes.  “Nothing, baby…nothing at all.  Come on, let’s get dressed and get out of here.  It’s time to leave.”  When Brian looked back up, Michael was gone.

 

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“Well, thanks for a lovely evening.  I had a ball.  We’ve definitely got to go back there again sometime soon,” Emmett said as he and Ted piled out of the backseat.  “Goodnight, baby,” he said, kissing Justin on the cheek as the man stood on the sidewalk, holding his seat forward so that they could get out of the jeep.

 

“‘Night, Em, bye, Ted,” the boy said with a smile.

 

Michael was the last one to get out, but before he did, he reached forward and handed Brian his red armband.  The man turned around, his hazel eyes blazing only to find a pair of soft, warm brown ones in return.  “I hope you’re happy,” Michael said softly.

 

“I am.”

 

“Good,” was all Michael said, climbing out of the jeep and giving Justin a slight smile as he moved past him.

 

“What was that all about?” the blond asked once they were driving again.

 

Placing the red armband in his lover’s hand with a smile, Brian replied, “I think Mikey’s finally let go.”  He understood the significance of what his best friend had given him.  He was no longer waiting for Brian to fuck him, to be his top.  He handed it over, finally giving up on the fantasy and accepting the reality that Justin was it. 

 

Justin was Brian’s bottom…his top…his lover.

 

 

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