Only Seventeen

~ 8 ~

*~*~Justin's POV~*~*

As I walk into Babylon, Brian's arm slung over my shoulder, my senses overload and I gasp audibly at the scenery. It's amazing and to say it's like nothing I've ever seen before, though it would be true, seems trite and cliché. There are so many lights and people, writhing bodies, one on top of another as far as the eye can see. Music playing so loudly that I can't hear myself think and, I swear, I can see the sound waves pulsing through the air.

I love it.

"What do you think?" Brian shouts in my ear.

I turn and give him a big grin before stealing a kiss. He looks taken aback when we pull apart, but I don't give him time to think about it before pulling him towards the mass of people dancing. He protests, keeps shaking his head, but it only makes me more determined and I don't let go. We find the middle of the crowd and I can feel the music in me. There's nothing like this back home, well, that I've experienced anyway, but I never did venture down to West Hollywood. To be honest, I never ventured anywhere. I mean, sure I'd sneak into the occasional bar, but nothing as invigorating and mind numbing as Babylon.

Brian's not a horrible dancer; I think he knows that, but he's still sexy as hell. He's not really dancing more like swaying from side to side. Fuck if I care, I can move enough for the both of us and I do. I love dancing and I'm good at it. Being here makes me feel free, like I can lose myself in the music, the crowd, and in Brian, and more importantly that I want to let that happen.

Brian grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, grinding himself against me. Instant hard-on from that, thank you very much. I wrap my arms around his neck and move with the music, showing him that I can stand my own, that I'm not just some dumb kid. I can feel Brian, he's growing hard against my thigh, and I fight the urge not to smirk because of it. He realizes it too and stops dancing.

"I want something to drink." Brian says barely loud enough for me to hear. He grabs my arm and leads me through the crowd to the bar, where Michael is currently reclining, sipping on a beer.

I hate beer, but I don't mind Jim Beam, Jose Cuervo, and Jack Daniel's, well, basically I'm up for anything as long as it's in a shot glass. I prefer vodka, but he'll never know that, he might take advantage of it.

"What's your poison, kid?" Brian asks.

"Whatever you're having." I answer back, which could be dangerous considering I have no idea what kind of drinker Brian is, but I'm fairly positive I'm not going to have a Cosmo in my hand any time soon.

The bartender gives a wink and a nod in Brian's direction when he slides the shots over. Brian does nothing so, I pretend to not notice and reach for my shot. Brian knocks my hand away and looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"You sure you can handle this?" He asks with a touch of concern.

"I'll be fine, Dad." I answer back with a sweet smile. Brian rolls his eyes and pushes the drink my way. I grab it and slam it back, feeling the burn as it slides down. I should've known he was a Jim kind of guy. I make Brian order another and he does, but not before telling me that I'm responsible for my actions tonight. I already know that and am not quite sure why he feels the need to remind me. I down this one, too, and then another.

"Let's dance." I yell and grab Brian's hand, yanking him away from the bar and towards my moving body.

"Brian." A whiny voice calls out. I forgot that Michael was here. Damn!

"Mikey." Brian says, turning to look at his friend.

"Are you going to leave me alone all night?" Michael frowns.

"Not all night, Mikey. Just most of it." Brian smirks and wraps an arm around my waist. I follow his lead, but not before looking back at Michael over my shoulder and sticking out my tongue. I'll deny it later or blame it on the drinks, whichever comes out of my mouth first.

We fight our way back to the middle of the crowd and I, once again, wrap my arms around Brian's neck, bringing my body close to his, letting him feel the heat. His hands are on my lower back, well, one of them is; the other has wandered into my back pocket. I can feel my fingers playing with Brian's hair and I wonder when they started doing that. Brian's staring at me and it's really unnerving, but I let him do it because I'm buzzing and a bit of a pussy. He sucks in his lower lip and his eyes sparkle with every flash of the lasers and lights. I know what he's going to do and he knows that I know what he's going to do, so I help him with it. Standing on tiptoe, I bring him closer to me and our lips meet, sparks ensue and we build a fucking fire right in the middle of Babylon.

He has a way with kissing that rivals any other. He's the snake charmer and I'm the snake, moving and gliding in any direction he commands.

Move up and to the left.

Swirl and glide.

And I comply with every order; there's no hesitation. There's no question whether I should or not, I just do and it works. We work.

"Gentlemen and Gentlemen." A queeny man calls from the stage. Brian and I break from each other with a little more protesting from me, so we can watch the show. The lights above us have dimmed and a spotlight is fixed on the stage. The MC is wearing a sequined covered, black coat with a pair of red, leather pants. No shirt underneath just a bare, pale chest. He could have just stepped from the stage production of 'Cabaret'. "Welcome to Babylon!"

It's quite the introduction if you ask me.

He walks along the front of the makeshift stage and one by one, ten guys each different, but still hot, step up and turn around. They wear only a pair of boxer briefs in an array of colors.

The entire time my hands never leave contact from Brian's body. My lips are permanently glued to his neck, leaving trails of soft kisses from his ear to his collarbone.

"Let's get out of here." Brian whispers, his breath hot against my skin, and I feel soft goose-bumps run the length of my arms. The ability to speak has vacated my body, so I turn and nod my head. I've seen all I need to see of Babylon.

Well, all except the unexplained backroom.

Brian grabs my hand and leads me away from the festivities and towards the exit. It's dropped a few degrees, but it's pleasant outside. It smells like it's going to rain.

"Brian." I say as we turn the corner away from the diner. He either ignores me or didn't hear me, and I'm going with door number one. "Brian." I say again and with a yank on his arm.

"What?" He says a bit harsh. He stops and drops my hand, looking at me expectantly.

I lower my head. "Never mind."

I feel him step closer, the air around me smells of his cologne, and it immediately sends a jolt to my groin. "Don't be a pussy, Sunshine." He says before lifting my chin and leaning in for another mind numbing kiss.

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I wanted to ask him where we were going, but I didn't and now I have this thing sitting in front of me and I don't know what to say.

We're standing in an alley about a block away from Babylon and directly ahead of me is an old, beaten Corvette that's on its last leg. I thought that it was a red color, like that of rust, when I first saw it, but now I realize on further inspection that it's really just that. Rust. All over.

"Get in." Brian orders and I wonder for a half a second who he's referring to because there is no way I'm stepping foot in that thing.

I watch him as he walks around to the driver's side of the car; he's tossing his keys back and forth between hands and not paying attention to me. He opens his door and sees that I have yet to move and says again, slowly. "Get. In."

"Are you serious?" I squeak out. I can tell by the look on his face that he is and I edge towards the car, scared that if I breath on it wrong the whole thing will break apart, leaving me stranded in parts unknown.

"Never been in a used vehicle before, Sunshine?"

Used is not the expression I would have chosen to depict this automobile. Medieval. Antique. Ancient. Take your pick, but used is at the bottom of the list, just after prehistoric, but slightly above aged.

"It's not that." I say with slight hesitation.

Brian cocks his eyebrow and tilts his head. "You don't want to get in the car with me?"

I smile and stifle a laugh. "It's definitely not that."

"Well, what the fuck is it then?"

"Okay, how do I put this delicately?" I ponder the correct words to use in this instance and finally find my answer. "It's kind of beat up and I'm just not sure it can handle that much weight. I mean, it looks like the whole things gonna fall apart."

Brian groans and rolls his eyes. "Get in the fucking car."

I'm not quite positive but I do believe I hear a muffled 'Twat' sneak out between Brian's lips. I decide to ignore it and chalk it up to pride of ownership.

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"Where are we going?" I ask once I've slid into the car.

"Patience." Brian says and the car revs and then peels out. I clutch the seat for safety, hoping that I'm inconspicuous.

"So, this thing yours?" My attempt at small talk.

"This thing, as you so nicely refer to it, is a 1978 Corvette Indy Pace Car, only 6,500 made. And yes, she's mine, all bought and paid for up front. She'll be a real beauty once I fix her up."

"Hmmm." I say thoughtfully once he's finished. I wonder why cars and boats are always referred to in the feminine sense.

"What are you 'hmmming' about?" Brian asks as he turns the corner.

"Just wondering why you parked so far away." I answer truthfully, well, half-truthfully because I'm not asking him what else I was pondering.

"So nobody will steal it." He says it matter-of-factly and I contemplate telling him that nobody would steal this piece of shit if the keys were in the ignition, and there was a neon sign blinking 'Take Me' with an arrow pointing directly to it. Then, I remember my car sitting so nicely in the padlocked storage unit and decide that I wouldn't want to hear it so, why would anyone else.

"Oh." Is what I come up with instead. Eloquent, aren't I? "Brian, where are we going?"

"Fuck! You ask a lot of questions, you know that?"

I nod, though he probably can't see it. "It's a nervous habit, I guess."

He grins and lets out a slight chuckle. "Nervous, huh? I make you nervous?"

Extremely.

Incredibly.

Exceedingly.

"Sort of." I answer.

"Whatever you say." Brian remarks sarcastically and then focuses his attention on the road ahead.

The radio is on, but it's turned so low that I can only make out a few phrases every now and then. It's enough for me to know it's nothing new, that it must be an oldies station. The kind that plays Dr. Laura and Delilah at three in the morning when the only people listening are sitting in the dark feeling sorry for themselves.

I hate those shows.

The song ends and another begins. I can't remember the name, but I know that I've heard it before. It's by Rod Stewart or Bob Segar or Springsteen, I don't recall which one, but I know it was used in Jerry Maguire. Chick flick. It's soft and the background music is the same throughout the whole song.

"You had me at hello." I whisper, almost inaudibly, as the song ends.

"Huh?"

"The song." I point to the radio as though it's going to explain everything for me. "Jerry Maguire, you know…never mind." I slump low in the seat and stare again at the road ahead of us. I have no clue where Brian is going and frankly, I'm a tad bit worried.

"We'll be there in a minute, Sunshine." Brian says and starts to flip through the stations on the radio. I soon come to realize that the only reason that station was on in the first place is because it's the only one that comes in clearly. Well, it's either that or the religious stations. I agree with Brian's choice.

"Where the fuck are we going?" I ask again, but this time I'm more urgent because well, I'm fucking tired of being led places that I am not clued in on.

Brian sighs and scrubs a hand over his face and back through his hair. "It's a place I know where we'll be completely alone." He turns and gives me a sly smile and wink.

"We're going to park?" I ask. "As in 'Lover's Lane' and 'Make-out Point'?"

"When you put it that way it sounds kind of hetero."

I ignore that and continue with my torment. "I can't believe you're taking me to park. That's so Fifties!"

"Shut up, Justin." Brian states firmly. "Besides, I didn't realize that your mother let you fuck in your bedroom. I'm sad to say that I don't have that luxury."

"She doesn't." I admit through gritted teeth.

"Then, I think that my way works perfectly fine." He smiles and I know it's that smug grin he wears whenever he gets his way. One day I'm going to not see that grin just once during an argument.

I turn my attention once again towards the front of the car and see that Brian's turning off onto a dirt road about fifteen minute drive away from Babylon. He follows the road and I see a sign that reads 'Not a Seasonal Road'. It must be a park or camping ground. They don't plow those in the winter. We reach the end and sure enough it opens to a large park with benches and tables. There are a couple of fire pits and about three more cars. Apparently, this isn't a very secret place.

"Now." Brian says while putting the car in park. "Come here." He unbuckles and I follow suit. He leans over and I meet his mouth with mine, our lips open and tongues intertwine, battling over the limited space. I turn my body; our lips never break, and bring an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. I can't get enough and I know it's the same for Brian.

"Fuck it." I huff and swing my leg over the console, mindful of the steering wheel, and I'm soon straddling him. Now, I have one leg pinned between Brian, and the door and the other pinned between Brian and the console. I'm taking bets on which one falls asleep first.

"Much better." He grins and wraps his arms around my waist, rutting against me, and I can feel his erection against my leg. It's hard and hot, which only makes mine harder by comparison. I want Brian more than I've ever wanted anybody. I banish these thoughts from my mind and instead focus on the feeling of his lips on my neck, my hands in his hair, and his on my naked skin. It sends goose bumps to my arms and I shiver.

"Cold?" Brian asks.

"No." I whisper and pull him to me for another session. I reach between us, but the space is tight and I can't get my hand to its destination. I shift my body backwards and hear a loud horn. "Shit!"

Brian laughs at me and I can't help but to chuckle along with him. "This isn't going to work, is it?"

"Doesn't seem like it." I say and while attempting to get off of him, smack my head on the ceiling. "Fuck!" I rub the sore spot and slide low in the bucket seat. My right leg tingles and I shake it to waken it up. This sucks.

"Any brighter ideas, Einstein?" asks Brian.

I glance at the watch on my wrist and think for a moment. Brian's watching me, expectantly, and I don't want to disappoint. "Actually, I do have one, but only if you promise to be really quiet."

Brian nods and starts the car.

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"I still don't understand why we had to park two blocks away." Brian grumbles as we trudge towards my house.

"Because." I explain as I roll my eyes. "My mother is a light-sleeper and I know she would hear a car starting in the drive way."

"She's not going to be awake is she?"

I stop walking and turn to look at him. "Yes, yes she is. I'm going to take you to my room and fuck you senseless, while my mother is twiddling her thumbs downstairs." I turn back around and continue walking, mumbling nonsensical phrases under my breath.

"Who says you'll be doing the fucking?" Brian throws back at me.

I ignore him as we round the corner to my driveway. It's neither very long nor very hidden and my stomach is doing somersaults, jumping jacks and cartwheels at the thought that my mother could see us. Oddly enough, it only makes my dick harder. Who knew? I crouch low and lead Brian around the to the back of the house and point towards the back door. I whisper that I'll open it for him in a minute and for him to wait for me. I, then proceed around to the front of the house, and use my key to get inside. I know I told Brian that my mother wouldn't be up, but I wasn't quite sure and didn't want to risk her seeing us arriving together. I hold my breath as I lock the door and peer around the corner into the living room, waiting for a voice to startle me or a shadow to move. Nothing happens and I release the breath.

"Jesus." Brian whispers once I open the door. "I feel like I'm going to get caught and go to jail."

Do not pass Go.

Do not collect $200.

"It's making me hard." I whisper seductively in his ear. His back straightens and his eyes darken. I grab his hand and lead him upstairs and to my room. Once inside, I lock the door and breath a sigh of relief.

"Get over here." I command and pull Brian onto the bed with me. He pushes himself against my leg while trailing a hand under my shirt and along my torso. I gasp when he reaches my pierced nipple.

"Sunshine." He says in a gruff voice. "I never knew you were so…kinky."

"Shut the fuck up and unzip your pants." I say pulling his mouth towards mine and running my tongue along his bottom lip. He nips softly at mine and I moan, arching into his hand tugging lightly on my ring.

I reach between him and undo his pants pushing them along his muscular thighs. There's no underwear to mess with and Brian's straining erection springs free. I'm drawn to it like a magnet; I can't seem to get my mouth on it fast enough. Brian lets me take over, flipping him onto his back, and running my tongue along the shaft before taking the whole thing down my throat. Brian moans and arches his back, partly to remove his shirt, but mostly because I'm that damn good.

"Fuck." He moans and it comes out so soft and vulnerable that I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat. I said it before and I'll say it again, I've never wanted anybody like I want Brian, but I know that if we fuck it'll be different. It'll make things weird and it'll make things complicated, but right now, I couldn't care less.

I stop what I'm doing and look at Brian lying naked on my bed. His toned body is tanned from the summer sun and glistening with sweat. I stop myself from reaching for my sketchbook and instead catalog this for some other time. Brian opens his eyes and sees me watching him. There's a glimpse of a smile on his face, but he pushes it away and sits up, roughly tearing off my shirt and devouring my mouth with his. I unzip my pants and push them down along with my boxers to mingle with Brian's clothes on my floor. He flips me over so that I'm now on the bottom and trails a wet tongue from each nipple and down my stomach, stopping only inches from my groin. He smiles devilishly at me before taking me into his mouth. It's sexy as hell watching him as he watches me. He grazes his teeth along the bottom of the shaft and I yelp, but more from pleasure than pain.

"Shhhh." Brian whispers and holds a finger against his lips.

"Fuck me." I whisper back and pull Brian towards me. He stops and looks around. I contemplate telling him there's condoms and lube in the drawer, but he's reaching into the back pocket of his jeans already.

"You ready?" He asks as he sheaths himself and I nod my head, but I don't think I'm as ready as I purport myself to be. I'm scared and I'm excited, but I'm not ready for anything that's about to happen and that's the scariest thing of all.

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