Chapter 1

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Brian

I close my eyes and feel the pulse of the music flow through me. The air around me is thick with the smells of liquor, smoke and sweat from the hundreds of men that fill the club. This is Babylon and it is my home away from home. On the other hand, if that age old adage, "home is where the heart is," is indeed true, than perhaps this is actually my real home. If I even fucking have a heart, and believe me, there are plenty of people who will tell you I don't. Most of them are my closest friends and family.

Honestly though, Babylon is where I feel free. It's here that I can suck and fuck to my heart's content without anyone pissing and moaning about relationships and commitment. I'm a fag for fuck sake; that's not what I'm about. I am wanted by everyone here and that's a powerful drug. Oh, did I mention that there are plenty of drugs here too? Just another perk in my book.

I glance over to the bar where Mikey, Theodore and Emmett are still standing like a bunch of fucking losers. How three fairly attractive fags, and I'm being generous to Theodore on that one, can come here night after night and only occasionally get laid is beyond me.

I turn my eyes back to the guy I'm dancing with. He's all right, but I've had better. I know I don't want to take him home, but I wouldn't be opposed to a blow job in the back room. Of course, I'm never opposed to a blow job in the back room, or a blow job anywhere for that matter.

I know I better hurry because it's a weeknight and the three stooges are going to start ragging me about going home soon. Not that I would give a fuck what they want if I found a really hot trick to take home, but that hasn't happened, so I might as well make mother Mikey happy and go to bed alone at a decent time.

I grab what's his name by the waistband of his pants and drag him to the back room. As soon as we clear the chains hanging over the entrance, we find an empty spot against the wall. Wouldn't you fucking know it but as soon as the guy slides down my body to his knees fucking Mikey shows up.

"We need to go. We want to eat."

I raise my head to look at my best friend. "I'm just going to give him my number," I smirk.

"What'd you do? Write it on your dick?" he snarks at me. "How long is this going to take?"

I smile at him then reach down and turn my trick's face up to look at me. He flashes me a leering grin. "Ten minutes," I look back at Mikey and shove the guy's face back against my cock. "Tops."

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Justin

Okay, I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a little freaked out right now. I mean I know I'm gay and have known it for awhile, but now that I'm here I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

This, being Liberty Avenue, the gay Mecca of Pittsburgh.

I've decided it's time to lose my virginity. There's a need inside of me that my hand can't satisfy anymore. I want to explore the sexual side of me and I know this is the place to do it.

Now that I'm here though, I have no fucking clue how to go about this. It's just amazing, not to mention liberating, to see men holding hands and kissing in the street. I mean, fuck! Was that a woman or a guy that just walked by? I have no idea and that's totally cool. It's a far fucking cry from my suburban life, that's for fucking sure.

I pull my cigarette from behind my ear and light it, hoping it will calm my nerves. I can just hear what those fuckers I go to school with at St. James would say if they saw me here. Suddenly, I wish Daphne was with me, she always makes me feel more confident, but I haven't told her about me yet. We've been best friends forever and we talk about everything, but I still haven't found the courage to come out and say it.

I spy a guy leaning against a pole across the street and gather my courage. I'm seventeen years old and it's time to grow up and get this over with. I step off the curb, splashing water over my new Nikes, and head across the street. Some asshole bumps my shoulder, but I just glare at him and keep going.

I walk up to the man. "Excuse me, uh, could you tell me like, where's a good place to go?" Could I sound more nervous?

"Depends on what you're looking for," he answers. "You want twinkies, go to Boytoy, you want leather, go to Meathook, you want snotty conceited assholes who think they're better than everyone else, try Pistol." He looks at me and smiles. "Kind of late to be out, isn't it? Especially on a school night?" He reaches his hand up and cups the back of my neck. "Why don't you come home with me?"

I back up a bit and smile, trying to be nice. I know this asshole is not who I want tonight. "No, thanks."

He tosses an irritated smirk at me. "Why don't you go home to your mommy?" He moves his chin. "Go on."

I just stare at him for a second and move back across the street. Well, that could have gone better. I guess there's no hiding my age, it really sucks to look young. My mom says I'll appreciate it when I'm older, but right now, it's frankly a pain in my ass. I take another drag on my cigarette and try to decide what to do next.

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Brian

I walk out of Babylon and fling my leather jacket over my shoulder. Predictably, Mikey, Emmett and Ted are right there waiting for me.

I fling my arm around Mikey's neck. "That was quick," he comments as we start to move off down the street.

"Well, when you've had as much practice as he's had," I hear Ted comment from somewhere behind me.

I look back at he and Emmett. "I got bored."

"I know," said Emmett, not bothering to mask the sarcasm, "because getting your dick sucked can be so tedious."

"Well, he looked pretty hot to me," commented Mikey.

I turn to look at him. "Anybody would look hot to you." I move to get in my Jeep when something, or someone I should say, catches my eye.

He's walking through the steam coming up from the street and then steps into the light of the street lamp. He's a twink. I can see right away that he's young. Probably fucking jailbait or close to it. His blond hair is close cropped and he's dressed like something out of a Gap ad.

He moves up to the lamppost and leans against it, almost as if in defeat. Fuck if it's not the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Suddenly his head pops up and he makes eye contact with me.

He's hot, but nothing like I would ever go for, so that's why I'm wondering why I can't keep my eyes off him. And now I'm fucking walking over to him; really not sure what in the hell I'm doing. I can smell that he's trouble, but it's been a slow night and shit, he's hot. Did I say that already?

I step into his space. "How's it going? You have a busy night?"

He looks away from me for a second and then answers. "Just, uh, checking out the bars, you know? Boytoy. Meathook." He's trying to sound cool, but I know he has no fucking clue. Usually, that would be annoying, but somehow on this kid, it's cute. Did I just fucking say cute? Well, fuck me raw.

I decide to play along. "Oh Meathook, really? So you're into leather?"

And no shit he looks me right in the eye. "Sure."

That's it. I want him. "Where you headed?"

He's still looking me in the eye. "No place special," he answers with a small smile.

"I can change that."

I lead him over to my Jeep where the three stooges are still standing, watching the show. My entertainment for the evening climbs in the passenger side and I hop in and start it up.

"Hey," calls Emmett. "What about us?"

"You can ride with Ted," I call back.

"Thanks a lot," yells Ted.

The last thing I hear as I pull away is Mikey screaming, "asshole!"

Oh well, places to go, twinks to fuck.

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Justin

I need to calm down. This totally hot guy has picked me up and I'm in his Jeep. I'm pretty sure he's taking me back to his place, and I'm freaked out and excited at the same time. This is it; after tonight, I'll be a man, or at least I'll be a kid who's had sex.

I study hot guy's profile. Jesus, he is beautiful. My artist's fingers are itching to sketch him. His profile is strong in the classic Roman sense. His nose is straight and his jaw line is square and strong. His chestnut hair is perfectly tousled and his lips are stained the most kissable red color. It's his eyes though, that I can't get over. At first, I thought they were brown, but as he was talking to me under the streetlight I realized that they are a really awesome color of hazel. He has really beautiful eyes.

He doesn't talk so I don't either, which to be honest, is really fucking hard for me. I figure though, the less I say, the less likely I am to make an idiot of myself. It would really suck to get tossed out of his Jeep before I can even get laid.

It's not long before he's pulling up in front of a building and parking his Jeep.

"Come on," he says and I follow him inside.

We get into this like, ancient elevator and when we get out, he steps in front of this funky sliding metal door. I start to feel worried about what kind of shit hole he's taking me to, until he slides the door open and reveals a fucking fabulous loft.

He steps inside and rips off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto his white leather couch. "Coming in?" he calls to me as I stand hesitating in the doorway.

I jump a bit. "Huh?" Fuck, get it together Justin. "Oh, yeah," I answer him as I step inside.

"Shut the door," he calls out from where he is standing in front of his open fridge.

I look at him for a second and then turn back to the door. I hesitate for a moment, thinking this is my last chance to escape. I take a deep breath, grab the door and slide it closed with a resounding thud.

When I turn back around to look at him he pulls off his shirt, then takes a drink from his water bottle.

I decide to try and make conversation. "This is, uh, a really nice place." I smile.

He takes his water bottle and dumps it over his head. I'm a little surprised by the move, but then he shakes his head and all I can do is stare at his gorgeous body and the droplets of water that are making their way down his perfect pecs and abs. He's staring at me and I feel like a baby antelope being stalked by a lion, you know, like you see on those nature shows?

"I like your kitchen," is the only thing I can think to say. Stupid.

"Do you like special K?" he asks as he leans over to take off his shoes.

I wonder what the hell he's talking about. Am I spending the night? Does he want to know what I want for breakfast? "It's okay," I answer, "I like Cheerios better."

He looks at me and smirks. "I don't mean the kind you eat with bananas." He reaches into his pocket and holds up a packet of something to me. "My disco pharmacologist cooks this up for me."

Oh. Drugs. I am an idiot. I prove my point when I start babbling again. "I'm really allergic to a lot of drugs. The doctor gave me penicillin once, it nearly killed me. And…" I pause for a second, realizing I must sound like a dork, "Tylenol."

"Tylenol?" he questions with mild disbelief, "no one's allergic to Tylenol. Tylenol is what they give you when you're allergic to everything else." He punctuates his sentence by opening his pants and my eyes are immediately drawn there.

I try to maintain some semblance of coolness, which doesn't work when I open my mouth again, "Oh. Well, codeine; codeine's the worst. Like I get diarrhea and start vomiting uncontrollably at the same time." I laugh a little, but inside I'm kicking myself in the ass repeatedly.

He is pushing his pants down as he talks. "Well, we'll make sure we keep that one on the top shelf, out of reach." There goes his underwear and suddenly he's standing in front of me completely naked and all I can do is stare at this fucking gorgeous man. He raises his arms out to his side. "So, are you coming or going? Or, coming and then going? Or, coming and staying?"

He just stands there looking at me and of course, there's really no question. I shrug off my jacket and make my way across the short distance to him. When I reach him, I stand uncertainly until he pulls me to him and then tugs me in even closer, placing his hand on my crotch. Oh, holy hell. He kisses my neck and then my pants are undone, and he teases my lips with the barest whisper of a kiss. Suddenly his lips are on mine and I am completely undone.

Despite my inexperience, I have kissed before; girls and boys. This kiss, though, is like nothing I've ever felt before. He tastes of booze and cigarettes and, God, something wonderful that I can't even really describe. He takes my lips again and again, and then begins to pull my shirt up and I know there's no going back, even if I wanted to.

I honestly can't tell you how I got here, but now I'm naked on his bed and he's straddling my thighs and slowly stroking my dick. His bed is this huge monstrosity set on a platform and covered with dark blue velvet bedding. We are bathed in blue neon lights that serve as a headboard of sorts and it's all very sensual.

So he's stroking my dick and I'm panting, obviously enjoying myself, then he says, "don't come yet."

I'm kind of surprised because seriously, isn't that sort of the point? And if he doesn't want me to come then why in the hell is he touching my dick like that? "I'll try," is all I can say in response. He keeps stroking and then I have to stop him or I will come. "Stop," I say as I reach my hand out to his.

I smile at him and he smirks back. "So, what do you like to do?"

"Do?" Oh, I guess he wants to get to know me a little. "I don't know. Watch TV. Play Tomb Raider."

He snorts out a laugh. "I mean in bed."

Stupid, stupid me. "Oh!" I exclaim brightly, trying to recover, "this is fine."

"Are you a top or a bottom?"

Shit! I have no idea. "Top…and bottom." Is that the right answer? Can I call a friend or poll the studio audience?

"Oh, you're versatile then."

"And ambidextrous, which was really confusing at first because I could never figure out which hand to throw with." Jesus, Justin, shut up. Shut up now.

"Do you like to rim?"

Huh? What the fuck is that? Ok, be cool for once. "Sure, I love it."

"Okay," he leans down. "Go to it." Fuck, he caught me. He's still waiting. "Well?"

"Um, what exactly do you mean?" I am so lame.

He smiles at me, and then his phone rings. He reaches over to get it and starts stroking my dick again. "Yeah? What?" He's still stroking. “When? Are you kidding me?" Well this is starting to feel really good and I'm trying to get his attention, but he's really into his conversation. "No, of course you're not kidding me. When did it happen? Why didn't you call me?" Okay, now I'm going to come. "Well, of course I was out. I can't believe it." Then I explode everywhere and it feels pretty damn good, but he is pissed. "Jesus Christ! I told you not to!"

I lean up trying to clean up my mess. "I tried, I'm sorry. I tried."

"All over my new duvet!"

"I tried."

He looks at me. "Thank you very much."

"It'll wash out, won't it?" I smile at him. "I mean, you should see my sheets at home."

He's talking into the phone again. "Just some kid." He looks at me. "What's your name again?

"Justin," I answer.

"Justin," he repeats into the phone. "I'll be right there." He hangs up and moves off of me.

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Brian

Shit! I'm a father and I missed it. I dial Mikey's number and wait impatiently for him to pick up.

"Parts department." What the fuck?

"Melanie called. It's happened," I tell him.

"What? Oh my God! When?"

"I don't know, I had my damned cell phone off. I'm picking you up in two minutes!"

"Now? I've kind of got my hands full."

I hear a male voice say something in the background. "Who's that?" I ask.

"No one," comes his too quick reply.

I smile for my friend. "Mikey, you've got someone there with you. I can't believe it."

"You should only be here."

"Forget about it. Don't let me bother you. Fuck the shit out of him."

"No, wait, pick me up. I'm ready. Now!" Good old Mikey.

I hang up the phone and run up to my bedroom, picking up clothes along the way.

Blond boy is still sitting on my bed. "What's going on?"

"Everything!" I throw his clothes at him. "Come on, get up. You gotta go."

"Where?"

"Home."

He looks a little panicked as he's pulling on his underwear. "I can't go home. My parents think I'm at a friend's."

"You live with your parents?" Alarms start going off in my head as I pull on a white wifebeater.

"Well, I'm still in school," he stumbles a bit, "I mean college."

Right, kid. I pull a shirt out of my closet. "What year are you in?"

"Junior…sophomore, between my junior and sophomore year." Well, I'll give him an E for effort anyway.

"How old are you?" I head down the steps and look at him through one of the open glass panels that make up my bedroom wall.

"Twenty-one."

"What year were you born?"

He pauses for a moment. "Nineteen seventy-nine," he finally answers.

I eyeball him and finally start to call him on his shit. "Bullshit. You had to think before you answered that. How old are you really?"

He shrugs a bit. "Twenty."

I step to the next panel and just look at him.

"Nineteen," he says with less confidence.

Another panel and I'm still just looking.

"Eighteen."

"Well, what is this, a missile launch?"

He looks away from me. "Seventeen."

I roll my eyes and exhale. Fucking jailbait kid. I knew he was trouble. "What is it with kids today?" I ask as I head back up the steps and sit on my bed next to him so I can pull on my boots.

"We just want to get laid like everybody else."

It's hard to argue with that really. I look over at him. "Have you ever been with anyone before?"

"Sure," he says like I'm an idiot. Then he decides to finally fucking go with the truth for once. "Well, not exactly." Another pause. "This is sort of my first."

"I figured. Kind of young, aren't you?" He just shoots me that what-the-fuck-do-you-know look that teenagers do so well. "Well, I was fourteen my first time," I tell him.

"That's really young."

"With my gym teacher." I don't really know why the fuck I'm telling him this, but here I am giving my life story to some pubescent twink. I must be fucking crazy.

"I bet he was some old perv."

"That old perv was probably the same age I am now." He raises his eyebrows at me and I continue. It's almost like I can't stop myself. "It was in the locker rooms," I sigh and lean back on my elbows. "He was taking a shower. I went back for something. A book, a jockstrap, I don't remember. Anyway, there he was, all naked, soaping himself. He saw me there with a big boner under my chinos." I huff out a laugh. "Shit. I walked right into the showers with all my clothes on."

"No!" exclaims the kid in amazement.

"I got down on my knees and sucked him off right there."

"He let you?"

Now it's my turn to look amazed. "Let me? He loved it."

"I bet you were scared."

That's an understatement, kid. "Well, I guess we're all a little scared our first time." I look at him pointedly and then stand up and decide story time is over. "But I don't remember anymore."

We finish getting ready and I decide to let the kid come. Can't have him getting busted by his parents. Who knows, maybe he'll prove to be useful later on this evening.

We pull up to the curb in front of Mikey's place and he's standing there like the dutiful friend, with his camera in hand. I screech to a stop and he comes over and leans against the Jeep, eyeing the blond in the passenger seat. "You brought him?" Christ, he sounds like a fucking jealous girlfriend.

I don't have time for his shit right now. "He's got nowhere to go. Get in!"

"Jeez," Michael sighs heavily and throws himself into the back of the Jeep.

I drive like a fucking maniac and we’re at the hospital in no time. Soon we're running through the hospital corridors, making our way to the maternity floor. We find the room number Melanie gave me over the phone and burst through the door.

Suddenly we are faced by a room full of lesbians. They stare at us and part like the fucking Lesbian Sea, giving us a clear view of Melanie, Lindsay and my new son.

Lindsay smiles at me proudly and I'm rooted to my spot at the door. "Oh my God," is all I can think of to say.

"Say hello to your son," Lindsay says as she holds the tiny newborn in her arms.

I'm still standing there and Mikey turns to me and smiles. "Well, go on."

I snap out of my daze and make my way over to the bed, enduring lesbian death glares as I pass. "When did it start?" I ask.

"Around seven," Melanie snaps.

"Six hours later, there he was," continues Lindsay.

"I wish I would've been here," I say sincerely, but I remember that I don't do mushy, so I have to add; "how often do I get to see snatch?"

I hear groans around the room, but Lindsay laughs a little. She looks down at the baby. "He looks just like you."

"I guess he must be mine then."

She smiles softly at me. "Wanna hold him?"

I reach for him, making sure to support his head. "Careful! Don't drop him," Mel bitches at me.

Christ, what a bitch. "That's just what I was planning on doing," I retort.

"We've been thinking of names," Lindsay says. "Mel wants to call him Abraham after her grandfather." She throws a polite look in Mel's direction and then continues, "But I like Gus." Great, Linds, put me in the middle of this and give Mel one more reason to hate me.

I look at my son for a few moments and then for some fucking reason that I cannot explain I look over at blond boy. "What do you think?"

Michael looks perplexed and all the lesbians turn their attention to the kid, who doesn't seem all that afraid to give his opinion. He's got balls, I'll give him that. "You wouldn't survive a day at school being named Abraham, but I guess Gus is okay."

Mel lets out a little snort. "Thank you very much and who the hell are you?"

"His name is J…" I stop. What the fuck was his name again?

"Justin," Mikey supplies, covering my ass as usual.

Shit, that's right, Justin. "You were on the phone when he shot his load all over me."

The lesbians all groan again. Lindsay half moans half laughs. "Ohh, Brian!"

"He can't help it," I answer. "He's only seventeen."

"You and Lindsay each had an infant tonight," Mel bites out.

I'm still looking at my son as I reply. "But mine doesn't suck on my tits." I look over at Justin. "Not unless I want him to." He smiles in reply. I hold the baby up. "Gus!" I exclaim in a deep voice. "It's a good butch name." His mommies smile and I gaze down at Gus. "Give your daddy a smile,” I say quietly. Suddenly Mikey is snapping a picture of us. I turn a smile of gratitude to my best friend.

After a bit, I leave the confines of the hospital room, not to mention all the lesbians, and make my way up to the roof for a smoke.

I'm leaning over the ledge when I hear Mikey's voice behind me. "It's disgusting, all those lesbians fawning over him and making goo goo talk."

"That's what women do over babies."

"Who's talking about the baby? I mean Justin." I send a sardonic glance his way and stand up straight. "It's kind of weird, you having a kid. But it's exciting, isn't it?" Mikey is being his typical merry sunshine self again.

"What? Having some wrinkled time clock ticking away? Reminding you that you're getting older by the minute. By the second."

"Keep thinking like that and your going to end up prematurely gray," he singsongs as he reaches up to pluck out a non-existent gray hair out of my head. "I see one." He pulls out a hair.

"Ow!" I exclaim and push him away from me. I take another drag. "Why didn't someone try to stop me?"

"Hello? Somebody did, but you wouldn't listen. You had to let Lindsay fill your head with all her bullshit flattery." He raises his voice an octave. "Oh, Brian, you're so good looking. Oh, oh, Brian, you're so smart. Oh, oh, you've got such good genes, Brian, and I don't mean 501's. And now you're stuck with a kid. For life."

Well, that's fucking making me feel better. I look down to the street and then turn to Mikey. "There is always one solution." I jump up and stand on the ledge. "I could end it all right now!"

"Oh, that'd be dramatic. It's like ER. Birth and death in the same episode. Now get down!"

"No, you have to come get me." I know I'm being a drama queen, but Mikey and I always have our best moments when I'm being a bit dramatic so I let myself play it out.

"I'm serious. Stop clowning."

"Or I'll jump!" I yell. I turn to him and hold out my hand. I know he can't tell what the fuck I'm thinking and after only a slight pause, he takes it and lets me pull him up next to me. I move him in front of me and wrap my arms around him. "Come on, Mikey, let's fly. Like in all those comic books. I'm Superman. I'll show you the world."

"Why am I always Lois Lane," he asks and I smile against his ear.

He turns around and hugs me, well more like clings to me, then pulls back to look at me. "Congratulations. Dad." He's smiling like he's so fucking proud of me. He pulls me into another hug and I just let him hold me for a few minutes.

Finally, we climb down and head back to Lindsay's room. I spy a hot doctor in the hall and move over so I bump into him. "Sorry," I smile at him. He turns and smiles back before heading off down the corridor again.

"Honestly," Mikey gripes good naturedly.

"Fucked him."

"You did not. You looked at him."

I'm still walking backwards as I watch hot guy disappear around the corner. "That may appear to be what happened, but we did it all."

"Oh, yeah? And how was he?"

"Faabulous." I hold a tablet out to Mikey. "Want one?"

He puts up his hand. "No, thank you."

"More for me." I pop the tablet in my mouth and we head through the door that leads to maternity.

Mikey starts into lecture mode. "Listen, you're going to go say good night to Lindsay and you're going to go home and go to bed and get up and go to work for the next twenty years to support your kid."

We turn another corner and there's blond boy standing there having his palm read by some dyke. I grab his ear and pull him down the hall. "It's far too lesbianic out here for a young boy." I push him toward the door. "Out!" Mikey comes up on us. "I'll meet you out front," I say to him, then I grab a wheelchair and head towards Lindsay's room.

When I burst in the room in my chair, the nurse who's holding Gus looks at me. "I'm sorry sir; you'll have to come back tomorrow. The mother needs her rest."

I raise up my arms. "So does the father."

"It's okay, nurse." Lindsay nods and then rubs a finger against Gus' head.

The nurse starts to move out of the room and I stand up to stop her. "Sweet dreams, Sonny Boy," I say to my son. "First night on earth."

The nurse leaves and Lindsay turns to Mel. "Hon, could you get me some ice and maybe something fizzy?" She reaches up and takes Mel's hand.

"How about some ginger ale?" Lindsay makes a blissful face and Mel leans down to kiss her hand. She stands up to leave the room and then turns to me. "Uh, anything for you?"

"Uh, if you see any Amyl Nitrate lying around?"

She just shoots me a look and turns to leave, closing the door behind her.

I hop onto the bed next to Lindsay. "Alone at last."

"Careful," she whispers, placing a hand on her stomach.

I place my hand on hers. "Well, here we are. Ma and Pa." I'm shocked when she starts to cry. I put a gentle finger up to catch her tears. "Hey."

She chuckles tearfully. "Don't mind me, just feeling a little vulnerable."

Our foreheads touch and we both laugh. "I promise not to tell," I whisper.

She nods. "Who would have thought? You and me, parents?"

Not me. That's for fucking sure, Linds. "It's pretty scary, boys and girls," I answer. "Do you think it's too late to return it?"

"We could try," she whispers and then laughs as she puts a hand up to her face. "I guess this means we're finally grown-ups."

"Don't say that, Wendy," I answer, my voice earnest, "We'll never grow up."

"Don't be scared," she responds, "hell if our parents can fuck up, so can we."

That's what scares me the most, Linds, but I don't go there with her. I sigh and then look at her again. "I don't want you to worry. About money, I mean. If you need anything…"

She shakes her head. "No, we'll be all right, but thanks." She kisses me on the cheek and then brushes her hand against my face.

"I would have fucked you, you know." I state and she rolls her eyes and laughs. "If I wasn't afraid your lover would beat the shit out of me."

"Stop."

"I mean it. She could take out Oscar de la Renta."

"You mean La Hoya," she responds as she gives me a fake punch to the chin.

"Whatever," we both laugh.

"You had plenty of chances."

I look up at her slyly. "I took advantage of a few I recall."

"Wasn't half bad."

"Now, you tell me. You mean I could have been straight this whole time?"

She plays with my chin. "I wouldn't say that."

"Well, then, I guess it's just as well." We look at each other for a minute and let the emotions of the night catch up to us, not to mention all this talk of our brief foray into hetero sex when we were in college together. We lean into each other and share a kiss.

I hear the door open and Mel is standing there. "Ice?" she asks as she holds out the pitcher.

Lindsay and I break apart and look at her lover sheepishly.

I say my good byes and make my way out to the Jeep. The E I took in the hallway earlier is kicking in and Mikey decides he better drive. I climb into the back with the kid.

We're speeding down the street and I can feel myself really tripping. "Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick."

I have my arm around blond boy and our heads are close together. "What are you doing?" he asks.

"I'm just repeating the first words my sonny boy said to me. It wasn't Dada. It was tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick." I lean my forehead against his. "Smart little fucker. Can tell time already."

Michael adjusts the rearview mirror and looks back at us. "Brian, what did you take?"

I decide to sing it for him. "A, B, C, D, E-E-E." I snuggle up to blond boy again. "I'm just teaching my kid the alphabet." God, blond boy is so fucking hot. I nuzzle his cheek. "I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you all night." I grab his cock and then unzip his pants. He's so fucking hard already. I move down to give him the best fucking blow job ever.

Suddenly, the Jeep is swerving all over the place. "Shit!" I yell at Mikey as I sit back up.

"Sorry, I didn't want to hit that doggy." Fuck that shit. He's not sorry at fucking all.

"Fuck the dog!" I yell.

Mikey ignores me. "Okay, boy wonder." He looks in the mirror at blond boy. "I'm taking you home. Where do I turn?"

Fuck that shit. "He's going with me," I say.

"Ohh, no, he's not," replies Mikey in that fucking parental voice he always gets when I want to have fun he doesn't approve of.

"Pop Quiz. No talking. Here's your question," I'm talking to blond boy now. "Multiple choice. You want to come home with me. A, yes. B, yes or C, yes." I look pointedly at my friend in the driver's seat. "Tick, tick, tick, time's up, pencil's down. What do you say?"

"None of the above," yells Mikey, "he's going home."

Blond boy looks up. "I'm going with him."

"Good boy!" I smile. "You get an A plus." I run my thumb along his chin and kiss him. He is so fucking hot. I kiss him some more. In fact I kiss him all the way home.

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Justin

We finally make it back to Brian's loft, no thanks to his uptight friend, Mikey. Oh, excuse me, Michael, as he made sure to tell me while we were waiting for Brian in the Jeep in the hospital parking lot. Apparently, only Brian is allowed to call him Mikey. Could he be more junior high?

Anyway, we're back in the loft and Brian's bed again. I'm not sure I could even tell you how I got here because Brian got me and himself naked really fast. It was kind of like a magic trick really.

He turned me over onto my stomach and now he's trailing his tongue down my spine. Wow, it feels really good. I mean really good. He keeps moving lower until, whoa! He's not…oh yes, he is. His tongue is in my ass and that's kind of gross, but who gives a shit because it feels fucking incredible. Oh, my God, I didn't know people really did this kind of thing.

"Now you know what rimming is," he says smugly.

Brian flips me back over. "Are you ready for me to show you something else?"

All I can do is nod.

"Okay," he says. He's being really nice to me, not like the asshole he was when I came on his duvet or the brat he was being in the Jeep with Mikey. He's being kind of like he was at the hospital with Gus. I'm really glad, because I think I know what's coming next and I don't mind saying I'm a little scared.

He's kneeling on the bed. "Put your legs up on my shoulders." He gently puts my legs into position. "That's it." He moves his head close to mine.

"Wait." I don't care if he thinks I'm a dork because I have to say this. He stops and waits. "In school, we had this lecture. About safe sex."

"And now we're going to have a demonstration." He reaches over to a bowl on his nightstand, grabs a condom, and rips it open with his teeth. I'm so fucking relieved that I don't feel that nervous when he hands it to me. "Put it on me. Go on. Slip it on my dick."

Oh God, I can't believe I'm really doing this. I put the condom on his hard dick and I love the feel of it, so hard and masculine. Brian reaches over and flips open a tube of lube. He squirts some onto his fingers and then rubs it around my hole. I cringe a little and laugh. "It's cold."

"It'll heat up." He smiles.

"Just go slow, okay?" Surprisingly, he doesn't make me feel stupid for asking. He just slowly starts to push his way inside me. And now I'm starting to really rethink this whole sex thing, because it hurts. I don't mean a little bit; it hurts a lot, a fucking lot, like I'm being ripped in two. I can't help but cry out as I tense up. "It hurts," I pant out. "Does it always hurt?"

His voice is calm and gentle and I am grateful as I try to work my way through the pain. "A little bit," he answers, "but that's a part of it." He keeps pushing and it's still painful. "Now relax," he says as he pushes again. "I want you to always remember this, so that no matter who you're ever with, I'll always be there."

He thrusts hard and then does it again, leaning down to kiss me. It's painful, like, I can't describe it, but it's a kind of a good pain now, if that makes any sense. He kisses me again and my knees are up by my ears, but I don't care because all I want is his mouth on mine. Another thrust and oh…oh God, that felt really good. He kisses me again and I run my hand through his hair and grab his shoulders as he keeps thrusting…

And that was the beginning of my first night with Brian Kinney.

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Brian

My fucking alarm goes off and seriously, it cannot be time to get up yet. I feel like I haven't slept at all. I roll over to turn it off and flop back down on my pillow. Shit. It's going to be a long fucking day.

I feel a hand on my chest and it's nice. I roll into a warm body and an arm goes around my shoulders. The hell? I lift up my head and look at the blond boy, who I am apparently sharing a fucking morning cuddle with. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You said I could stay," he says with a puzzled look.

I run through my data bank to try to figure out that scenario and then it comes to me. "Right," I laugh, "your parents. They think you're at a friend's." I lie on my pillow for another second and then sit up, shading my eyes from the morning sun. Then I get a good look at my loft. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?" The place is a fucking mess. Blond boy laughs and I raise a finger. "Don't tell me. I was doing handstands."

"And juggling," he adds. "You're not very good."

I tilt my head back. "Shit! Why do I do these things? I'll tell you why," I answer my own question. "It's that fucking pig Anita. She told me that was E. That wasn't E. It was some fucking shit they cooked up in a bathtub in Tijuana." Next time I see her, she is a dead man. Woman. Man. What the fuck ever.

"That's why you should never take drugs that aren't prescribed by a physician or recommended by a reliable pharmacist." He looks at me earnestly as if he's really helping to straighten me out.

I laugh at him. "What are you? A public service announcement?" He looks away. "Get dressed. I'll drive you home."

"You can't. Michael has the car."

"Why has he got it?"

"You were too…"

But I don't let him finish. "I know what happened. I was there. I remember everything. Perfectly." I look at him, "what was your name again?"

His face falls and he looks away. "Justin," he answers quietly.

"Yeah, right." I let my head drop back on my pillow.

"Can I take a shower?"

"Yeah, hurry up." I point to the bathroom. "It's through there. I think." He goes in the bathroom and I get out of bed and go to listen to my messages.

I hit the button and the first message plays. Ah, so lovely to hear Melanie's voice first thing in the morning. "Where the hell are you? I've been trying your cell, but it's turned off. If you're there, pick up. Brian? Listen, Lindsay's water broke, she's having contractions, we're at the hospital…"

I stop the machine when it hits me. "Fuck! I have a baby." I hear the shower turn on and Justin yelling. "Two babies," I say out loud. I head into my bathroom and he's standing in the shower. Okay, even stone cold sober, Justin is still hot. I open the shower door and step inside. "Why didn't you tell me I had a kid?"

"You said you remembered everything."

"It all happened so fast," I get my head wet and shake out my hair. "What's his name again?"

"Gus," he replies. "I'm the one who decided." I scoff at him as I grab the soap and start washing his back. "Did you actually fuck her?" Apparently, besides being hot, Justin is very nosey as well.

"Who?"

"Lindsay."

"You're awfully rude."

"Well, did you?"

"I jerked off in a cup and they squirted it up her."

"Gross."

"She must have really wanted a kid."

"Most women do."

"Even lesbians?"

"Lesbians are women. Sort of."

"My mom says sometimes she wishes she never had me."

"That's probably because she's stuck with this annoying brat for the rest of her life."

He turns around to look at me. "So, you gonna raise him?" Jesus, make that nosey as hell.

I laugh. "Me? No way. The munchers are, but I'll be around to provide the masculine influence so important in every young boy's life." Am I still soaping him like I actually want to take care of him or something? I seriously need to get a grip.

"I bet Melanie could do it better than you," he taunts. Fucking little shit.

I smack his ass. "Don't get smart or I'll have to spank you."

"Really?" He says it like it’s a challenge.

I kiss him and then we both look down at his cock. He looks back up at me with a sly grin. "You up for one more?" I ask. Before he can answer, I have him shoved up against the glass shower wall and am fucking him silly once again. He has an incredible ass.

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Justin

I'm getting dressed, or at least as well as I can with Brian attached to my lips, when Michael comes into the loft. He comes up to us and starts bitching. "Christ, didn't you get enough last night?"

Brian moves away from me and out of the bedroom. "There is no such thing as enough."

I'm trying to finish getting dressed when Michael comes back to the bedroom and looks at me. "Will you come on? I'm not going to be late because of you." What a bitch.

I look down at the bed and see Brian's underwear from the night before. I pick it up and study it for a minute, smiling as I remember our night.

Michael comes back. "I said hurry up!"

I quickly shove the underwear in my pocket and finish getting dressed.

We go downstairs and out the door of Brian's building. Brian and I stop when we get a look at his Jeep. "Oh, that's beautiful, Mikey. Just beautiful," Brian says as Michael tosses him the keys.

"It's not my fault. I told you about those two psychopaths down the street."

"What? A couple of twelve year olds?" Brian is pissed.

Michael shrugs. "They start early these days." I can't help but laugh at them both and Michael turns on me. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," I try to sober up. "You." I look between them both. "You sound like my parents fighting."

Brian shares a look with his friend and rolls his eyes as he sticks his hand in his pocket and walks around the front of the car. "It doesn't matter anyway, it's a company car." Michael and I just stand there looking at him. "Well, come on," he says to Michael, "we have to take the child to school." Thanks a lot.

"In this?" Michael asks.

"Do you care?" Brian looks at me.

Um, yeah I do. Kind of a lot, but I need to be cool and I really need a ride. "Fuck no!" He smiles at me almost like he's proud of me and I know I said the right thing. For once.

We speed up to St. James Academy with Brian honking his horn and sending uniformed teenagers scattering. He screeches to a halt by the front entrance with the word FAGGOT spray painted in huge pink letters across the Jeep, on display for all to see.

I spy Daphne and hunker down in the back seat as I realize that my life is about to change in more ways than one.

"Here we are, sonny boy," says Brian.

"And be sure to come home right after school," Michael adds sotto voce.

"And no lingering on the playground or in the locker room with the gym teacher," continues Brian, looking at me pointedly in his rearview mirror.

"Oh, you did not tell him about that!" snarks Michael as he looks back at me. I just raise my eyebrows and smile.

"It's the most famous shower scene since Psycho," Brian responds.

Fuck, now one of the biggest assholes in the school is walking by. I try to sink lower in my seat, but I can't get down any further. "Hey, Justin," he shouts while his friends laugh. "You want to suck me off?"

Brian opens his door and stands up. "No, but I'll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard you won't sit down for a week," he yells at him. My hero. I think.

"Can we get out of here?" pleads Michael.

I jump out of the Jeep and move up to Brian. "When can I see you again?"

He smiles and straightens out my jacket. "You can see me right now."

"No, I mean later. Tonight?"

He chuckles. "Who knows where I'll be later tonight?"

"We better go," calls Michael and Brian gets in the Jeep, slamming the door.

I don't want to let him go. "Please?" I say as I stick my head in the window.

"I'll see you in your dreams," is all he says. Then he smiles at me and, just like that, they're gone.

I walk up the steps to the school and everyone is staring at me. "Where have you been?" asks Daphne as she reaches down to hand me my backpack. "Your mom called. I didn't know what to tell her. I just said you were still asleep."

Where have I been? That's a fucking loaded question, isn't it? I almost want to say, 'where haven't I been in the last twelve hours?' I look past Daphne down the street where the Jeep had gone. "I just saw the face of God," I say to my best friend.

"Huh?"

"His name is Brian Kinney."

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Brian

Mikey and I speed through the streets of Pittsburgh. "Thank God he's finally gone," Mikey comments about Justin.

"He almost wore me out," I say and it's fucking true. That little twink kid very nearly killed me last night.

"Somebody wore you out?" Mikey asks with disbelief in his voice.

"I said almost," I shoot him a look. I put my sunglasses on. "I'll drop you off at the store."

"The hell you will," he says. "You better get this thing re-painted before you go back to the office."

"I'm not having it re-painted. I like it this way."

"Are you crazy?"

I can see all the pedestrians gawking and pointing as we speed by. "No, they are. Well, I say fuck 'em! They can write it in neon across the sky! FAGGOT!" I scream out the top of the Jeep.

We both laugh as we continue on our way. Fucking proud to be who we are.