Meant to Be

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"Hello."

"Justin, sweetheart, how are you?"

"Mom, I'm great. How's dad and Molly? How was camp?"

"Oh, your sister had a ball. She can't wait to go back next year." Clearing her throat, Jennifer took a deep breath and said, " So, your father and I were wondering if maybe you'd be free for dinner Sunday night. You and Brian, of course."

Smiling, knowing how difficult it was for his mother but loving the fact that she understood enough to invite Brian as well, Justin said, "Sure, I think so. I'll check with Brian when he gets home from work and call you back. Okay?"

"Great. I know that Molly's excited to see you. I just hope she goes easy on Brian."

Nodding, knowing how much of a terror his sister could be, Justin replied, "Me too."

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"Honey, I'm home," Brian called out with a smile on his face as he walked through the front door, sliding it closed behind him.

"Just in time, darling. Your pipe and slippers are over by the fire and I have a brandy waiting for you, just like you like."

Both men broke out in laughter, coming together in a sweet kiss.

"You're a nut."

"Takes one to know one," Justin taunted.

"Forget the nut part, you're a brat," Brian countered.

"Well…" And Justin just shrugged, because really…he was.

Moving back to the kitchen, checking that the pasta was ready then draining it, Justin called out, "My mom called to ask us for dinner Sunday night. Is that alright?"

Brian stopped undressing, frozen as his mind quickly flipped through all the scenarios possible for a dinner at the Taylor home. Wincing visibly, the vision of him sitting at the table dressed in a tacky polyester jacket, hair slicked back, horn rimmed glasses, while Justin served him roast and potatoes, a lace apron tied snugly around his slim waist, flashed through his mind. "Urghh," he shuddered, forcing the images away.

"Bri, did you hear me?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, Sunday's fine."

"Great, it'll give you a chance to meet Molly."

Rolling his eyes, having heard all the stories about his terror of a sister from Justin, Brian moved into the bathroom, splashing a handful of cool water on his face, mentally preparing himself for the countdown to his visit to Pleasantville USA, and wondering if he'd make it out in one piece.

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"Hey, boys, how's tricks?" Brian asked, sliding up to the bar to join his friends. Babylon never changed. The music was loud, the room stifling and the men…fuck…Brian tried to ignore the hot man cruising him as he walked by, but…"Hey!" he muttered, turning abruptly toward the tugging on his arm, finding Justin's unhappy face looking back at him. Smiling apologetically he wrapped his arm around the blond and kissed his forehead.

"Honey, you look fabulous tonight," Emmett offered, his eyes roaming the length of Justin's body much to Brian's dismay.

"Thanks, Em, you too."

"Oh, this old thing? It's just something I threw together."

"Right, modest as always," Ted droned, receiving a sound jab to the side from his friend.

"So, where's Mikey?"

"Out there, with Ben."

Nodding, searching over the crowd and spotting him, Brian took hold of Justin's hand, pulling him through the sea of men toward his goal.

"Hey," Brian shouted.

Michael turned and practically leapt toward them.

"Brian, you made it."

"Yeah, I said we'd come. What would the masses do without the appearance of Brian Kinney at Babylon on a Saturday night?"

Suddenly Michael noticed Justin and his smile dampened. "Hey," he offered.

"Hi, Michael…Ben."

Ben smiled and nodded, shouting, "I'm gonna get a drink. Michael?"

"Nope, go ahead. I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay." Ben headed off, glancing back warily at his lover, wondering if the man would ever let go.

"Dance with me?" Michael asked Brian.

Brows furrowed, Brian looked from Michael to Justin then back again.

Michael shrugged and started dancing with Brian…and Justin.

Justin didn't think that he'd ever been more uncomfortable in his entire life. It was clear that Michael wanted him gone. With every move of his body, the dark-haired little man moved closer and closer to Brian, trying to edge him out.

Well, two could play that game.

Closing his eyes, Justin let the beat move through him. His hips swayed suggestively back and forth, his tongue darting out to lick at his parched lips, his head tilted back slightly. He knew it was only a matter of time.

Feeling the warmth of his lover's arms around him and the press of his firm body against him, Justin smiled. Opening his eyes they were met by a set of deep-hazel, smoldering ones.

"Where's Michael?" he asked.

"Who the fuck cares?" Brian answered.

But over by the bar Michael definitely did care. He'd been so hopeful. Dancing with Brian…and okay, Justin. He'd felt so at ease as his body moved closer and closer, trying to force Justin out, but for every inch that he gained toward his mark he felt Justin gain two until Michael was standing alone while his best friend's arms were full of the blond.

"Hmph, looks like Brian's got all he can handle," Emmett pointed out, sipping on his cosmo.

Turning, Michael glared at his friend then pulled Ben out onto the dance floor, right next to Brian and Justin. Deciding that maybe if he tried hard enough he could avert Brian's attention, he moved up against Ben, his hips swaying just like the blond's were, his mouth taunting and teasing like Justin's.

But Brian was oblivious, just as the rest of the crowd on the dance floor was. The only thing that seemed to interest any of them was Justin.

"Fuck, baby, you're so hot," Brian purred against his lover's ear, running his tongue along the rim before pulling back.

"Ahhhh," Justin moaned. His body felt like it was on fire and his dick was so goddamned hard. He felt the eyes of the men surrounding them focused on him and he liked it. But even more, he liked the way it felt as his body moved against Brian's.

Running his hands down his lover's back, sliding them over the swell of his perfect ass Brian took a firm globe in each hand and squeezed, feeling Justin's body shiver.

"You feel so good. Mmm, you taste so good," Brian purred, licking down the pale expanse of Justin's neck then back up again to his ear, gently taking the lobe between his teeth and biting it.

"Brian," Justin groaned, pushing his groin forward, groaning again as his lover pushed on his ass, guiding it so their erections ground together.

Able to hear the sounds pouring out of Justin even over the deafening music, Michael turned and his heart fell. The look of total devotion…consumption…love, so clear on Brian's face. Giving up he turned and walked away, pulling Ben behind him as he headed for the bar. He needed a drink.

"I need to fuck you," Brian panted.

Justin moaned.

"Now!"

"Oh, God."

Brian wondered if Justin was ready for the backroom. But more importantly he wasn't sure if he wanted to share his lover that way with the hordes of men back there…but…

"Brian?"

Looking down, his eyes meeting Justin's…so dark and glassy, dripping with lust and desire, Brian growled and decided, fuck the rest, he wanted his baby NOW .

Pulling the smaller man behind him, Brian headed off the dance floor and into the backroom. He felt Justin stop, tugging him back slightly and he turned. "What's wrong?"

"What is this?" the younger man asked, his eyes wide with apprehension and excitement.

Shaking his head, Brian realized his mistake. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back here. It's just that I want you so bad and didn't want to wait. Let's go home."

"No…no, it's…I'm okay." Justin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd heard about such places, even seen a picture of one on the internet, but to be there in the flesh…so to speak…with all the hot, naked men fucking and sucking so openly around him was intoxicating.

"Are you sure?"

Meeting his lover's eyes he smiled and said, "I'm sure." Moving in closer, brushing his rock-hard dick against Brian he asked, "So, you gonna fuck me?"

Brian growled and pulled Justin to an empty space, pushing him back against the wall, instantly covering his mouth in a heated kiss. Sliding his hand up under the front of Justin's shirt Brian took hold of the little gold bar through his tit and pulled, loving the loud moan that filled his mouth.

Justin felt frantic. The smell and the sounds bombarding him were driving him crazy. The feel of Brian against him, his fingers playing with his hard nipples, running teasingly down his belly, sliding down the front of his jeans and…"Oh, God, Brian," he moaned, breaking the kiss, his head tipping back against the hard cement wall as his lover's fingers wrapped tightly around his leaking dick.

"Feel good?"

"Yesssss," the blond hissed as the motion sped up and a thumb brushed over his slit, causing his entire body to jerk forward.

"Calm down, baby or you'll explode before I get inside. You want me inside, don't you?" Brian knew he was making Justin's head spin but he was so fucking horny and the thought of taking his fine ass back there, in the loud, crowded room where he knew that anyone could watch made him feel out of control.

"Brian, please, fuck me now," Justin whimpered, feeling Brian's dick jump against his hip.

Turning him quickly and pressing him into the wall Brian tugged open Justin's pants, swiftly pulling them down to expose the man's full, ripe ass. Growling he grabbed a condom and the lube from his jeans before wiggling them down to his thighs.

"Hurry…hurry," Justin panted.

Ripping open the condom, Brian slid it over his cock while the other hand flicked open the lube, placing it against Justin's hole and squeezed.

"Shit, that's cold," Justin gasped.

"Don't worry, it'll warm up quickly," Brian breathed against his lover's ear while slathering some more lube on his aching cock. "Are you ready for a rough ride?" he asked, positioning himself at Justin's opening.

"Urghhhh, yes…fuck me…fuck me hard." Bracing himself, his hands splayed against the cool cement, getting ready for…"Ahhhh," he moaned loudly, his face screwing up as Brian slid into him.

"Justin," Brian growled, pulling back halfway then thrusting back in. Feeling the vice-like grip lessen slightly as Justin relaxed, he pulled back again, right to the tip then rammed in so fucking deep.

"Oh, God!" Justin shouted, his body jerking from the direct hit to his prostate.

Smiling, Brian angled his hips as before and went to work. Rocking back and forth relentlessly he fucked his partner hard and fast, his hand slinking downward, his long fingers wrapping around Justin's pulsing dick, stroking it at a maddening pace.

Justin knew he was screaming…he felt the tension in his neck and the pressure in his throat but all he heard was a strangled sort of cry as Brian pounded into him from behind. Lights and colors swirled behind his eyelids and his fingers flexed uncontrollably, searching for something to hold onto. Feeling Brian's hot breath puff out against his neck was the last thing he remembered, the added sensation becoming more than his body could take and he exploded.

Just as Brian slammed in, his balls so tight, every nerve in his body sparking, Justin's ass clamped down and he shouted…"Urghhhh." The cum ripped out the end of his swollen dick over and over again as Justin erupted in his hand, making it feel like he was actually coming out the end of his lover's cock.

"Justin…"

Smiling, Justin removed his right hand from the wall, slumping even further against it, reached back and ran his fingers along the smooth skin of Brian's sweaty thigh as he waited for the strength to move.

On the way out of the club, neither Brian nor Justin seemed to notice the fallen look on Michael's face…or maybe they just didn't care.

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Lying in bed, Brian's mind couldn't help wandering. He remembered the look of pure lust in Justin's eyes as he gazed around the backroom, taking in all the hot men and he wondered…

"Justin?"

"Hmph?" came a tired reply.

He knew that he was going to sound needy and insecure, but he couldn't help himself. Things had moved so fast with Justin and he was so young. Maybe he was missing things, being with Brian? Maybe there was more out there that he wanted to experience? Taking a calming breath he asked, "When we were in the backroom tonight, did you see anything you liked?"

Bracing himself for the truth, Brian hoped he didn't sound quite as pathetic as he felt.

Shifting slightly, resting his head further up on Brian's chest Justin smiled sleepily and said, "Yeah, you."

Brian released the breath he'd been holding.

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