Boys of Liberty Ave.

Chapter 1

Authors note: This is for Tina who voiced this great plot bunny. Also to the real Mr. Adams who treated me like a daughter. This story mirrors the movie Get Real. It's killing me to write Chris and Brian as best friends!

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Justin confidently strolled into the Liberty diner glancing casually at the patrons. He slid into a booth. He didn't see the regular waitress who was always loud and boisterous. Justin ordered a coke. He took out a book that he was supposed to read for English class. He opened the book pretending to read while he cruised for tricks and sipped his coke. He sucked on the straw erotically hoping to gain some attention. Just then he could feel someone approaching. His heart started to race. The guy slid into his booth. Justin looked up through lowered lids; he was in awe of the guy sitting at his table.

"Are you doing your homework?"

Justin nodded. "Trying to."

Ben smiled. "Then you might find it easier with the book turned the right way up."

"Fuck!" Justin cursed himself silently; he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He shut his book and sure enough he had been holding the stupid thing the wrong way. Daphne would laugh herself silly if she ever found out.

"I'm Justin."

"Ben."

"So what do you do?"

"I'm a professor up at the college and in my spare time I like to write."

Justin nodded. "That's cool, I've written a few things. I don't know if they're any good."

"I'm sure they are."

Justin took a deep breath. "So wanna fuck?"

Ben leaned in. "I thought you'd never ask."

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After his hot afternoon with Ben he just had to tell his best friend Daphne all about it. The two were inseparable and shared almost everything with each other. The two of them lounged on her bed. Justin's head was cushioned with a pink fuzzy pillow.

"You're a big slut, Justin."

"You're just jealous. Fuck he was hot."

"Slut!"

"He was so built. You should have seen the abs on this man."

Daphne sighed, "Justin, he could have been dangerous. You could get hurt or worse."

"Daph, you know I'm always safe."

"I just wish you wouldn't pick up older guys."

Justin rolled his eyes. "He's a teacher."

"Serial killers can be teachers."

"Now you're just being a drama queen."

The curiosity finally got to Daphne. "So where did you guys do it?"

"The wooded park outside of town."

"The woods! You could have been…"

"What? Queer bashed by squirrels?"

"He could have done anything to you there."

Justin smirked, "Yeah he sucked my dick and I'm going to see him again."

Daphne crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, you're going to do what you want regardless of what I say. But if anyone hurts you I'm going to make a change purse out of their balls, deal?"

Justin winced. "Deal, I pray that never happens. Geez, you're twisted."

Daphne grinned. "Thank you."

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As Justin tried to get to class Chris Hobbs and his band of homophobes pushed him roughly but he stayed on his feet. Later he'd probably have bruises on his arms. Chris tugged on his messenger bag and snatched it away. Justin watched as Chris slam dunked his bag into the garbage.

"Fag," Chris growled.

Justin silently fumed as he picked his bag out of the garbage and dusted it off. He was late to English and slunk to the back of the room where he didn't pay much attention to the lecture Mr. Adams was teaching. He took out his sketch pad and started doodling little naked men. He couldn't wait to graduate then he would get as far away from Hobbs as he could. He was sick of getting picked on every day. He shuttered to think what they would do to him if they found out he really was gay.

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Justin caught up with Daphne at lunch. They ate outside since it was a nice day. Hobbs and his pack of jackals were playing soccer near by. Suddenly the ball was speeding towards Justin's head. He lifted his hands up in time. Justin fumbled the ball but still caught it. The ball stung his hands. Chris stalked over to him.

"Stick to your own balls," Chris growled.

Daphne glared at the boys as they passed by. "Are you sure they don't know about you?"

"Oh yeah, didn't you hear I made a public announcement on the pa this morning? Nobody knows but you, Daph. I get picked on because I don't play sports and have an IQ over 10. This whole school is full of fuck heads."

"Uh huh," Daphne said distractedly. She was checking out Brian Kinney's ass as he walked by, only half listening to her friend rant. "Don't you think Brian Kinney is hot? God he's sex on legs!"

Justin scrutinized Brian. "Yeah, I'd fuck him. Except he's Chris' best friend."

"I wouldn't kick him out of my bed," Daphne sighed.

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After school Justin headed for Liberty Ave. When he entered the diner he was crushed into a big hug by Deb.

"Have a seat, Sunshine."

Debbie brought him a burger and fries, his favorite. He ate while he waited for Ben. They were supposed to meet here. After waiting forty-five minutes he got the idea that he was being stood up. He got up and casually walked through the back where the bathrooms were and went in. It was a great way to pick someone up or hook up. It might not be conventional but it worked. He looked around and saw a few older guys; none were to his liking. Justin entered a graffiti covered stall. He was still in his school uniform and the place was a bit on the skuzzy side so he leaned against the partition. Justin coughed hoping his signal would be answered.

He didn't have to wait long. A pen poked through the little message hole with a toilet paper note wrapped around it. Justin took it and for a second he could feel the pull of the other person as the note passed to him. He unfurled the note.

It read: "How old are you?"

Justin wrote underneath the message, "I'm young."

He sent the message back through the hole and waited what felt like forever. Finally the note passed back to him Justin read it.

"Where can we meet?"

Justin tried to respond but just his luck the pen they had been using decided to give up the ghost and quit working.

"Fuck!" Justin mumbled. Giving up he leaned down and whispered next to the hole. "Meet you outside, near the bench."

Justin left the Liberty diner and casually leaned against the brick wall. He was getting a bit anxious waiting for his trick to show.

"Come on, come on," he mumbled to himself.

His eyes widened when none other than Brian Kinney exited the diner. Suddenly he needed to sit down. His secret was out and there was no going back. Justin wondered for a moment if Brian would beat the shit out of him. Then he sat up straighter. This was his turf; what the hell was Brian doing here?

Brian's stomach was doing back flips and his hands were ice cold. He visibly paled when he saw just who he had propositioned. He had no idea what he was doing here; he didn't belong here. Now someone from school knew, but nothing had happened…. Yet. Brian sat down on the bench next to Justin. Suddenly he was in dire need of a cigarette. He fumbled with his pack. His hands slightly shook as he lit up.

"Taylor, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Justin said quietly. "Brian what happened in there…"

"Just forget it; I don't know what came over me."

Justin laughed. "In there it's usually a question of not knowing who came over you. I had no idea it was you."

"Well I certainly didn't know it was you. So uh, you really are gay? Chris and the other guys call you names but I never really thought there was truth to any of it."

"Brian, please don't say anything to Chris or the others. It's bad enough now as it is. Who knows what they would do to me if they knew?"

"I won't say anything if you won't."

Justin smiled. "Deal, well I guess I should get home."

"Are your parent's home? Brian asked suddenly.

"No." Justin tilted his head to the side studying Brian. "Want to come over?"

Brian just nodded his head unable to speak.

On the way home Justin's mind was reeling. Brian fucking Kinney track star and soccer stud extraordinaire was gay. At least it seemed like a very big possibility. Brian was scared though; he could tell a mile away. Justin couldn't help but wonder why Brian would hang around a fuck head like Chris. Then it occurred to him that Brian never once joined in on the teasing and the beatings he got almost daily. At the very least he hoped he could be friends with Brian.

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Justin let Brian into his house and inevitably they ended up in his bedroom. Both boys shed their school jackets. Justin loosened the knot in his tie. There weren't a whole lot of choices to sit. Justin took the desk chair, which left Brian the bed. Brian sat down and stretched out his long legs. Justin shifted in his seat trying to hide the fact that he was hard.

Brian tried to keep calm as he sat on the bed. A bed that belonged to a gay boy. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He just knew that he wanted to talk to Justin some more. At least Justin wasn't coming on to him. Brian looked around the room. He took in all the drawings. Justin was an amazing artist. There was a mural on the back wall of professional soccer players. That got his interest.

"I didn't know you were a soccer fan."

Justin shrugged innocently. "I'm not."

"Then um…. Oh." A few seconds elapsed before he got it. "Does anyone know you're gay?"

"Only my best friend Daphne and now you."

"What about your parents?"

"Haven't got a clue."

Brian shifted his weight on the bed to find a more comfortable position. He felt a lump under the covers. Brian reached under the sheets and laughed with glee at what he had found. Justin's cheeks turned scarlet. Brian found his teddy bear.

"That's Daphne's; she's always leaving her crap here." He knew it was lame when he said it.

"What was it doing in your bed?"

"Please!" Justin made a frantic grab for the bear. Brian held it out of reach.

"A gay teddy bear!"

"Brian!" Justin pounced on the bed trying to rescue Gus. "I'll have you know teddy bears do not have a sexual preference. Now give me back Gus."

"So you admit it, he's yours?"

"Grrrrr!"

They wrestled on the bed for the bear. Brian landed on top of Justin. Suddenly they froze. Justin panted as he looked up at Brian wondering what he'd do next. Justin felt Brian's hard on against his own. Justin choked back a moan. His heart raced as Brian's fingers brushed against his groin. Brian's long fingers tugged at Justin's belt. His pants were half open when Justin moved in to kiss Brian. Before their lips could meet Brian pulled away at the last second like a skittish horse that could bolt at any moment.

Justin took the initiative and wiggled out from under Brian. Brian sat quietly wide eyed on the bed. Justin slowly unzipped Brian's pants. The sound of the metal teeth was incredibly loud. Justin licked his lips and reached inside to take Brian's dick out. Justin's breath hitched when he saw how big Brian was. He grasped Brian's erection and slowly jerked him off. At first Brian was tense but his eyes fluttered shut and he let himself relax under Justin's touch. He was lost in the moment. Brian panted and Justin stroked him faster. His slit was leaking freely, Brian moaned with pleasure. A self satisfied smile crept across Justin's lips. Brian didn't care where he was or who was touching him. His balls tingled and his breath hitched. He gave a little grunt and came in Justin's hand.

Brian opened his eyes. With a sickening crash of reality he realized where he was and what just happened. He leaped off the bed and zipped up his fly.

"I'm not gay!" Brian screamed. "I don't know what… I" He pointed a finger at Justin. "This never happened; you understand it never fucking happened."

Brian grabbed up his school jacket and ran from the room. Justin stood there stunned.

"Brian."

He watched from his window as Brian tore off down the street running as if his life depended on it. Justin's pants were half open and he was still achingly hard.

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At school the next day Justin saw Brian coming towards him.

"Hi, Brian."

Brian's jaw clenched as he walked by Justin never saying a word. He wouldn't even look at him. Justin walked to his next class depressed. He liked Brian but he got the sinking feeling he fucked everything up.

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Jennifer had noticed how down her son had been lately. She wanted to cheer him up a bit so she invited him to go grocery shopping with her. Ever since Justin was a little boy he loved to help out in the kitchen. He generally liked to go shopping with her to help pick out what they would have to eat. At eighteen he was already quite the cook. At the grocery store they split up the list and each headed off in a different direction. Justin was picking out some apples when he saw someone familiar.

"Hey Ben, nice seeing you again."

"Uh Justin, hey," Ben said distractedly.

"What happened the other day? You were a no show."

"Uh, something came up."

Justin arched a brow. "Another man?"

"Jus.."

Suddenly a woman with a crying baby came up to Ben.

"Honey, I need your help. They stacked the water on the top shelf again." The woman paused noticing Justin. "Oh hello, who's this?" she asked Ben.

Ben nervously cleared his throat. He shot Justin a desperate look. "Oh this is Justin; we've been going over his college options."

"Yeah," Justin gritted out. "I'm actually thinking that maybe an out of state college might be the way to go." He spun around and stalked off feeling like he had been played.

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Since Justin had a free period he wandered down to the track field with his camera. Since he was good with a camera he took pictures for the school paper. He figured he'd better just get the photos done and out of the way. Justin snapped pictures of the track team warming up and in candid groups. No one said anything to him.

"Uh Brian, I have to take a few photos of you for the paper. Do you mind?"

Brian shrugged looking uneasy. "No, go ahead."

Brian was an amazing subject to photograph. Justin thought he would cum in his pants when Brian took off his shirt to change into his team shirt for him.

"Thanks I… I think I got some really good shots. I'll let you get back to practice."

Brain never said a word and jogged off to join his teammates.

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Justin was on his way to the school library to meet Daphne. She was all tapped out of ideas to write about for the school paper. That's where the rest of the journalism class was meeting. The problem was there wasn't a whole lot to write about that was exciting and new which apparently was what they were aiming for. Suddenly he was grabbed by his lapels and slammed into a locker, hard. His head hit the back of the vents. Chris Hobbs was up in his face.

"Queer fuck!"

Justin flinched wondering if he was going to be pummeled. He also wondered if Brian had broken his promise and told. Just then Brian came around the corner.

"Chris, quit fucking around and come on."

Chris backed off and followed Brian like the faithful dog he was.

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Craig went into Justin's room. He had developed the pictures that Justin had taken of the track team. He flipped through the pictures. Quite a few of them were of Brian all hot and sweaty. Craig had to admit his son had an artistic eye. When he put the photos on his desk he noticed something in the trash. He pulled it out and smoothed the wrinkles out of the pages. It was Justin's essay. The one he was supposed to submit for the school. Justin had said he hadn't liked how it had turned out. Craig began to skim it. Despite what Justin said Craig thought it was a very well written article and decided to take it with him.

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Justin walked into the boy's bathroom and stopped abruptly when he saw Brian at the sink.

Brian nodded his way. "How's uh, how's tricks?"

Justin walked up to Brian. "Fine," A little smile played on his lips. "We have to stop meeting like this," indicating where they were.

Another boy came in at that moment and passed between them. Brian quickly left more flustered than ever.

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Justin was hanging out in Daphne's room bored out of his mind. She plied him with snacks while he secretly brooded over Brian. He didn't even know why he was attracted to someone who clearly wasn't emotionally ready to have any kind of a relationship. The whole situation was just fucked up.

"Justin."

Uh oh, he knew that tone in her voice. It was the one she used when she wanted him to do something he knew he wasn't going to like.

"What?"

"I want to go to the school dance."

"So go."

"Jussstiiiinnnn!"

"I don't want to go to a stupid dance. Frankly I don't know why you would either. You never have any fun. You always complain that the guys are pigs and end up having a horrible time cuz no one will dance with you besides me. Also, the probability that at least a few people will get food poisoning is pretty good."

"That's why I want us to go together, dance, not partake of any food and have at least a semi ok time. Also, there's not going to be anymore school dances. Afterwards we can do whatever you want."

Justin looked at his best friend. "Fine, fuck, why do I always let you talk me into shit like this?"

Daphne flopped back on the bed giggling. She knew Justin was putting on an act. He loved to dance and was good at it. He just hated school functions with a fiery passion. She really couldn't blame him, he was right they were pretty dreadful.