A Fine Line

Part 1

Plot Bunny courtesy of Judy

Brian walked out of the backroom and headed for the bar. The blow job he’d just received left him satisfied for the moment and he needed to get a drink before looking for a more suitable trick to take back to the loft. He noticed the guys hanging around at the end of the bar and walked up behind them, grabbing Michael by the waist.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey Brian, I was just looking for you. We’ve been here for 20 minutes. I was beginning to think you weren’t here,” Michael said as he spun around and gave Brian a friendly kiss.

“Of course I’m here. I had something I had to do,” Brian replied as he ordered another drink.

“Don’t you mean someone to do?” Ted quipped.

“Something, someone, whatever. What are you guys up to? Where’s the Professor?”

“He has an early lecture tomorrow, so he stayed home to work on it. Wanna dance?” Michael asked.

“Lead the way, Mikey,” he said, downing his drink before allowing Michael to drag him on the floor.

“Oh, guess what? I placed the ad in the paper today,” Michael yelled to his friend above the loud thumping of the music.

“What ad?”

“The ad for the artist to draw Rage for me, asshole. Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. It was your idea to follow my dreams and bring the comic book to life,” Michael stated.

“Oh, that ad. Good for you Mikey. Now when we retire to Florida to live like a couple of old queens, you’ll be able to support me in the lifestyle of which I’ve become accustomed to,” Brian teased as he swayed to the music.

“Yeah, right. Donald Trump couldn’t support you in the lifestyle you’ve become accustomed to,” Michael joked back.

“Probably not.” Brian laughed at the thought.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“Same as always; find a hot guy, take him back to the loft, and give him the fuck of his life,” Brian replied emotionlessly.

“Brian, you’re thirty years old. Don’t you think it’s time to settle down a bit? Stop tricking every night?”

“I’m twenty nine…besides, we’re queers. We don’t settle down and get married like a bunch of heteros. It’s all about sucking and fucking. I thought I raised you better than that,” Brian sighed, tired of the same conversation.

“What about Ben and me? We’re queer and we’re happy in a relationship. It is possible, you know?”

“Whatever you say, Mikey. I’ll leave the happy hetero shit to you and the Professor. I prefer to stick to my rules. One fuck only. In and out, no excuses, no apologies, no regrets.” Brian leaned in and kissed Michael soundly before making eye contact with the guy standing behind them. “Gotta go, Mikey. The evening’s entertainment just presented itself.”

Michael watched his friend grab a trick, whisper in his ear, then head for the door. He sighed as he watched the normal nightly ritual play out in front of him. One of these days Brian was going to see exactly how empty his life was, but obviously this was not the night. He actually felt sorry for his friend because when the right guy did come along, and it was bound to happen eventually, Brian was going to be helpless to stop it.

 

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Justin was sitting in his new apartment, wondering how he was going to find a way to pay the rent. He’d jumped at the chance to finally be out on his own and used his savings as a security deposit but if he didn’t find a job soon, he was going to be in serious trouble. As he looked through the help wanted ads, the phone rang, pulling him from his search.

“Hello?”

“Hi Honey, how’s it going,” Jennifer asked as soon as she heard her son’s voice.

“Hi Mom,” Justin sighed. “Everything’s fine.”

“Honey look, your Dad and I have been talking…”

“Mom, I told you before I have to do this. I’m twenty two years old. It’s time to leave the nest and make it on my own. I love you guys, but I can’t live with you for the rest of my life.” Justin was beginning to get very tired of the same old arguments.

“But Justin, you don’t even have a job. I really don’t see why you couldn’t just stay here for awhile longer. There’s plenty of room here and think of all the money you could save if you didn’t have to pay rent,” Jennifer pointed out.

Right before Justin replied, an ad caught his eye that just might be perfect for him. “Listen Mom, I’ve got to go. There’s…uh…someone at the door. I love you and I’ll talk to you soon. Give my love to Dad and Molly.” He hung up the phone before she had a chance to reply and concentrated on the ad.

Artists Wanted: Pittsburgh’s GLC is looking for a few Artists to donate their work for their annual fundraiser. No money will be paid, but exposure is guaranteed. A well known New York art critic will be in attendance for the opening. Interested parties can bring samples of their work to Lindsay Peterson.

Justin reread the ad over and over again while his mind raced with the possibilities. It may not be a paying job, but he needed the exposure if he was ever going to make it as an artist. He already had a few pieces he’d been working on while he searched for a job and his counselor at PIFA had helped him build his portfolio. He had nothing to lose by submitting his paintings and if nothing else, at least he’d be helping out his community. Jumping up and heading towards his small studio, he grabbed his things and headed out, happy to finally have a glimmer of hope.

 

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Justin walked into the GLC apprehensively holding his portfolio with a death grip. He was nervous about showing his work, but knew it was a good way to get his art seen and possibly noticed by someone who could help start his career. He saw a blond woman approaching and took a deep breath before greeting her.

“Hi, my name’s Justin Taylor. I read the ad in the paper about the fundraiser and I’d like to show you some samples of my work. I mean, if that’s okay,” Justin said shyly.

“That’s great, Justin. My name’s Lindsay Peterson. I’m an art teacher and the one running the fundraiser. Why don’t we go into the back and you can show me what you have? I appreciate your willingness to help. We’re in desperate need of some financial help here; otherwise, the day care will have to close down. If that happens, I don’t know where my son will go while I’m at work,” Lindsay explained as she led Justin into the back office.

“Your son?” Justin asked in confusion. He just assumed that since Lindsay was there that she was a lesbian.

“Yes, he’s almost two. My partner is a lawyer so she’s always working. I just went back to work and I’m really enjoying it. I don’t want to give it up, but I don’t want to send him to just any day care. A lot of places aren’t too comfortable with children of same sex parents.”

Justin smiled at her explanation. “Oh, I understand.”

“So Justin, tell me a little about yourself,” Lindsay prodded as she took the offered portfolio.

“Well, I’m twenty two years old and I just graduated from PIFA a couple of months ago. I just moved out of my parent’s house and into my own apartment, but if I don’t find a way to support myself, I’ll end up on the streets or back under my parents watchful eyes. Neither is a very appealing option. I figured that if I donated some of my work, I could not only help the community, but maybe someone important would see my work and help me get my career started,” Justin replied honestly.

“Wow Justin, these are really good. You’re very talented,” Lindsay gushed as she looked through his sketches. “Did you say you were looking for a paying job?”

“Yeah, I used my savings to secure my apartment, but if I don’t find something that pays, I’ll never be able to make the rent each month.”

“I think I might be able to help you,” Lindsay said excitedly.

“Really? You know of something?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. My friend Michael just put an ad in the paper. He owns the comic book store down the street. He’s creating his own super hero comic, but he can’t draw to save his life. He’s looking for someone to do the illustrations for him. When you leave here, why don’t you go down and talk to him? Tell him I sent you. Maybe you two could work something out.”

“Thank you Lindsay. I’ll go down there as soon as I leave,” Justin replied, excited by the prospect of illustrating a new comic book.

They continued talking for a while longer, choosing the sketches that Justin would turn into paintings and agreeing on a deadline for the finished products to be dropped off. Lindsay was walking him towards the doors when she noticed Brian walking in.

“Brian, what are you doing here? I thought you hated this place?” she asked incredulously.

“It’s not that I hate it, Linds. I just have no time for it. It’s a safe haven for fags who can’t get laid, and I don’t have that problem,” he replied with a smile, barely noticing the blond standing next to her.

Justin looked at the man standing next to them with disdain. Who was this asshole to pass judgment on the people who frequented the GLC? It was a great place for the gay members of the community to go for support and help if needed.

“Brian, behave yourself. Why are you here?”

Brian looked towards what appeared to be a kid standing next to her, but immediately dismissed him as someone he needed to acknowledge. He was definitely not his type. Aside from the fact that he looked about twelve, way too young for anything Brian could want him for; he was also too short, too light, and too blond. All the features that Brian never looked for in a trick.

“I came to drop off the check you requested for Gus,” Brian said as he reached into his pocket.

Justin noticed that this Brian was there for a somewhat personal reason and knew it was his cue to leave. He wanted to get over to the comic book store and meet Michael before someone answered the ad and took away his opportunity.

“Lindsay, I better get going. Thanks for your help and I’ll make sure to have those paintings here by the deadline.”

“Okay, great. Thanks again for your donation and good luck with the job hunt. I’ll talk to you soon,” Lindsay said as she shook Justin’s hand.

Justin took one last look at the arrogant man before walking away; silently hoping that he wouldn’t have to see him again. Something about him made Justin feel uncomfortable just being in the same room with him. He was definitely not Justin’s type; he always went for the younger, more youthful appearance, and he never had time for arrogance. People like Brian thought they were better than everyone else and that was just not something that appealed to Justin, no matter who he was. By the time he reached the street and started walking towards the store, all thoughts of Brian and his attitude were gone. His only thought was of making a good impression with Michael and landing himself his first job as an artist.

 

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Justin entered the small comic book store and looked around at the row and rows of comics, all neatly on display. It had been years since he read a comic book, but he used to love them as a kid and felt that he’d have no trouble drawing whatever was required of him.

“Can I help you find something?”

Justin jumped slightly as the dark haired man addressed him. “Yeah, I’m looking for Michael.”

“I’m Michael, and you are…”

“My name is Justin Taylor. Lindsay said you were looking for someone to help you create a comic book,” Justin explained as he extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Michael Novotny. You’re a friend of Lindsay’s?” Michael asked as he shook the kid’s hand.

“Not a friend. I actually just met her down at the GLC. I was there showing her my portfolio. I’m donating some of my work for the fundraiser. I mentioned that I was looking for a paying job and she suggested that I come here.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how old are you?” Michael blurted out.

Justin laughed at Michael’s question. “I know what you’re thinking, but I am potty trained. I’m twenty two years old and just graduated from PIFA in the top of my class.”

“Wow, I would have guessed more like fifteen. Years from now you will be thankful for your young looks.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Right now I hate having to show my ID for every drink I order,” Justin chuckled.

“I bet. Okay, let’s get down to business. Do you know anything about comic books?”

“No, much anymore, but when I was a kid I used to read them all the time. The Green Lantern was my favorite.”

“I’m more of a Captain Astro fan myself, or I was until they killed him off. That’s what gave me the idea to start my own comic book. I think the world needs a gay super hero for people to look up to,” Michael explained.

“I think that’s a great idea. I would’ve loved to have a gay super hero to read while I was growing up. So, do you have a storyline ready?” Justin could feel the excitement building at the thought of helping Michael create something so important to gay youth.

“I’ve been throwing around a few ideas, but it would be easier if I had someone with me to draw up my ideas and give a better vision of what I’m trying to say. Why don’t you show me your portfolio and maybe we can work something out.”

Justin and Michael spent the next hour looking through Justin’s samples and talking about ideas. Michael was impressed with Justin’s work and knew that he’d be perfect for the job.

“Justin, if you want the position; it’s yours. I can’t pay you that well at first, but I’ll do the best I can and as soon as the first issue is out and the money starts rolling in, you will receive 50% of the profits. What do you say?”

Justin couldn’t hold back the smile that crossed his face. “You’ve got yourself a partner.”

“Cool. Why don’t you come in on Monday and we’ll get started right away. The sooner we get the first issue out, the sooner we can start seeing some money,” Michael said excitedly.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll be here on Monday. Thanks Michael.”

“No, thank you Justin. I finally feel as if my dreams are going to come true.”

Justin grabbed his work and headed out the door, never noticing Brian who was walking in as he was walking out.

“Hey Mikey, want to go grab some lunch?” Brian said as he walked in the store.

“I can’t. I don’t have anyone to watch the store. Guess what? I’ve got my artist for Rage. We’re starting on Monday and I think we’re going to work great together.”

“Good for you Mikey. Once you get ready to put out the first issue, let me know and I’ll see what I can do for you with publicity,” Brian offered his friend.

“Hey thanks, I can’t wait.”

Brian stayed a few more minutes, until Michael’s excitement started to get to him and he headed back to the office He was happy for his friend, but comic books were never his thing; not even when they used to lock themselves in Michaels room and read them as kids. Well, now he had someone to share his dream with and with any luck, all those years of obsessing were about to pay off.

 

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Michael and Justin had been sitting on the floor in the back room of the shop for over an hour and neither one of them could decide on what they wanted the first issue to say. Michael wanted issue one to set the precedence for all the following issues.

“I really want something that will make people sit up and take notice,” Michael said.

“Okay, tell me again what the characters are about,” Justin suggested, wracking his brain for ideas.

“The main character will be Rage. Successful business man by day, defender of queers by night. He’s young, hot, and fearless. His trusty sidekick is his best friend Zephyr. We need something to happen to bring the characters out in their super hero form,” Michael explained.

Justin took a deep breath, knowing he had the perfect idea, but not sure if he really wanted to share. “Maybe we could…” his voice trailed off.

“What? You have an idea?”

“Michael, do you remember reading about the prom from hell about four years ago? A gay student from Saint James Academy brought his boyfriend to the prom and danced with him in front of everybody. When he left, one of the homophobic students followed him out and took a bat to his head,” Justin replied softly.

“Oh yeah, I remember reading about that. My mother was horrified. We all were. That asshole got off with only community service. What was that poor kid’s name? Taylor…or something like…” Realization began to set in. “That was you?”

“Yeah, that was me. Chris Hobbs was a closet case. I jerked him off once in the equipment room and after that he spent the rest of our senior year terrorizing me. All Kyle and I did was dance one dance together and apparently Hobbs took it personal. I wish I would’ve had a super hero to swoop in and save the day,” Justin sighed.

“Are you sure you really want to drag it all up again? It’s a little personal,” Michael asked quietly.

“If it would help others to know what happened to me than yeah, I’m okay with it.”

“Then I think it’s a great idea. Perfect for our first issue. Rage will come in and save the day, protecting JT from the evil clutches of his homophobic classmates,” Michael said. “And Justin, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks Michael, me too,” Justin said with a smile.

 

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Michael, Ted, Emmett, and Brian were all sitting in their usual booth at the diner talking about their day when Michael spoke up about his new friend.

“I’m telling you guys, it’s like we share the same brain. This kid’s drawings are incredible. I tell him what I’m looking for and he produces the image exactly how I imagined it.”

“Kid? How old is he?” Brian asked, feigning interest. He was actually making eye contact with the hot guy in the front of the diner.

“He’s twenty two. I guess he’s not a kid, he just looks like one. He just graduated from PIFA. Who cares as long as he can do the work?” Michael replied honestly.

“So…what does he look like? Is he hot?” Emmett asked as innocently as he could.

“I don’t know. He’s about my size I guess; blond hair, blue eyes,” Michael said as he looked at the menu. He was in the mood for something different to celebrate his Rage idea coming to life.

“Really? He sounds like a dream,” Emmett cooed.

“If you like that kind of thing,” Brian said dryly.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. None of you are to hit on him. I need him to help me get Rage off the ground and the last thing I need is for one of you to fuck him and blow him off, causing him to bolt,” Michael warned.

Suddenly all eyes were on Brian.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Sounds like your M.O. to me Bri. Mr. fuck them and blow them off himself,” Ted smirked knowingly.

“Well, you can all relax. I have no desire to fuck him. Now him, on the other hand,” Brian motioned to the guy he’d been eyeing. “He’s a different story,” Brian said as he rose and gestured for the guy to follow him into the bathroom. They quickly disappeared together.

“How does he do that?” Ted asked in awe.

“I think that’s a mystery we’ll never solve, Teddy,” Emmett sighed. “So, when do we get to meet this guy?”

“Tonight, I think. I invited him to come here and meet my friends.” Michael looked up at the sound of the bell on the door. “Oh, here he is now. Justin, over here.”

Justin heard Michael call his name and found him in the crowd before making his way over to the table.

“Hey Michael,” he greeted the man.

“Hey Justin, I’m glad you’re here. These are my friends Ted and Emmett. Guys, this is Justin Taylor.” Michael made the introductions and slid over, allowing Justin to take a seat beside him.

“Nice to meet you,” Justin said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too, Sweetie. We were just talking about you. Michael said you’re pretty amazing.” Emmett couldn’t help but notice Justin’s beautiful features and great smile.

“Thanks, I love to draw so I always put everything I have into what I do. Michael’s storyline is great so it’s easy to imagine what the pictures should show,” Justin replied, blushing slightly at the praise.

“Yeah, Michael is our little genius. So, tell us about yourself,” Emmett said, fishing for information.

The four men continued to talk amongst themselves until Michael looked up and saw Brian exiting the bathroom.

“Oh, here comes Brian.”

“Brian?” The name registered in Justin’s mind just as the dark haired man appeared at the table.

“Talking about me again, I see,” he drawled.

“Not every conversation we have is about you, Brian,” Ted stated defensively.

“You’re right. Only the interesting ones,” Brian teased.

Justin sat there and watched the banter between the friends and couldn’t believe the audacity of the older man. His earlier assumptions were correct. Brian was as narcissistic as they come and Justin wondered how Michael and the others put up with him.

“Brian, this is Justin. He’s the guy I was telling you about. The one that’s doing the illustrations for Rage,” Michael offered the information excitedly.

Brian looked at the blond sitting next to Michael and realized he looked familiar but wasn’t sure where he’d seen him before.

Justin would have preferred to say nothing, but his WASP upbringing forbid him from being rude.

“We actually almost met the other day at the GLC. I was there with Lindsay when you showed up,” Justin pointed out softly.

“Right, whatever. Listen guys, Todd…Tad…whatever the fuck, we’ve decided to go back to my place. I’ll catch you guys later,” Brian said as he walked towards the guy waiting for him by the door.

“Is he always so…” Justin began before trailing off.

“Rude? Arrogant? Self absorbed? Yes,” Ted answered with a chuckle.

“You have to excuse Mr. Kinney, Sweetie. He’s the Stud of Liberty Avenue and knows it. He’s like that due to years of having everyone throw themselves at his feet,” Emmett explained dramatically.

“Emmett, that’s not true. Brian’s just…Brian. No excuses, no apologies, no regrets. He’s my best friend; he just takes some getting used to. That’s all,” Michael said, once again defending Brian.

“Well, I’m not going to be throwing myself at his feet, or any other part of his body. As for getting used to him, I don’t think I have to worry about that. He’s your friend, but he’ll never be mine. If I happen to run into him I’ll be as nice as I can be, but otherwise Brian is just someone I’d rather not associate with,” Justin replied honestly.

“Welcome to our little group, Justin. I think having you around is going to be a lot of fun,” Ted stated. He couldn’t wait until the next time the two men were in the same room together. Brian wasn’t going to take too kindly to someone who didn’t see him as the great God Kinney. This could prove to be a lot of fun and Ted couldn’t wait for the fireworks to begin.

 

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Three weeks had passed since Justin started working with Michael and so far everything was going great between the two of them. The only problem Justin had was the return of his nightmares. Bringing the bashing back to the front burner was playing havoc on Justin’s mental health and he hadn’t had a good night sleep in weeks. The good thing was that He and Michael made a great team and they were almost down with the first issue. Once that was finished and they moved on to the next, he hoped that his nightmares would disappear again. He and Michael were at Michael’s apartment to go over the final details when Justin saw Brian again. He’d been thankful to avoid him since the day they officially met in the diner. He knew eventually his luck would run out.

They were sitting on the floor, with Justin’s art work spread out around them when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Michael called out, barely looking up from the work in front of him.

“Hey Mikey, you up for Babylon?” Brian asked as he walked inside.

“Not right now, Brian. Justin and I are trying to put everything together. You remember Justin, right?” Michael replied somewhat distracted.

“Yeah, hey,” Brian greeted without interest.

“Hey,” Justin replied dryly.

“Come on, Mikey. If I don’t find someone to go to Babylon with me, I’ll die. I had a for shit day,” Brian prodded. “Put aside the comic book and come with me. It’ll still be here when you get home.”

Justin saw how conflicted Michael was by his best friend’s request and allowed his annoyance to get the better of him. “You’re a big boy, Brian. I’m sure you can find someone else to go with while Michael and I finish this.”

“I’m sorry, was someone talking to you? Michael and I have been going to the clubs since you were in diapers,” Brian spat angrily.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were that old,” Justin baited him.

“Why, you little shit.”

“Alright you two, that’s enough. Brian, Justin and I have to finish this. Why don’t you go on without me and I’ll meet you there in a little while,” Michael suggested, trying to make peace.

Brian glared at Justin for a second longer before turning back to Michael. “Fine. Don’t make me wait too long.” With those parting words, Brian stormed out of the apartment, steam coming out of his ears.

“Sorry about that, Michael. I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut,” Justin said, apologizing for his behavior.

“Don’t worry about it. Brian’s a big boy and can take care of himself. Let’s get back to our work.”

Justin smiled at Michael’s reply and refocused on what was in front of him, Brian already out of his mind.

 

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Brian stormed his way into Babylon, heading directly for the bar and ordering a shot. He downed the first one and ordered the second, trying to get a handle on his anger. “Who the fuck does that little shit think he is?” he mumbled to himself as he enjoyed the burn of the amber liquid as it ran down his throat. He was on his third shot before he noticed Ted and Emmett at his side.

“What do you two want,” he barked.

“My, my, do I detect a note of hostility in your voice?” Ted sneered.

“Fuck off, Theodore.” Brian ordered another shot and a beer.

“So Brian, is Michael with you?” Emmett asked, trying to change the subject.

“Do you see him with me?” Brian answered sarcastically. “Don’t you have something better to do? I know I do.”

Ted and Emmett watched dumbfounded as Brian made his way over to a trick, whispering in his ear before leading him towards the back room.

“What do you think that was all about?” Ted asked once Brian was out of sight.

“I’m not sure, but I hope to find out,” Emmett replied as he pulled out his cell phone. The call only lasted a couple of minutes, but it explained a lot. “That was Michael. Apparently, Brian stopped over there while Michael and Justin were working, trying to get Michael to come with him. He and Justin had words and Brian stormed out. I think someone’s jealous.”

Ted couldn’t help but chuckle at the information. “Brian Kinney jealous of a blond twink. I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Now Teddy, be nice,” Emmett warned.

“Why should I?”

“Because if big bad Kinney hears you…” Emmett left the actual threat unspoken.

“I see your point. You wanna dance?” Ted asked, dropping the subject.

“Lead the way, Teddy.”

 

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On Sunday afternoon, Michael and Justin were once again working hard when the phone rang, interrupting their thoughts.

“Hello?” Michael answered.

“Hey Honey, I just wanted to remind you about dinner tonight,” Debbie sang into the phone.

“Oh Ma, I forgot. Justin and I have been working all day,” Michael replied.

“Well then it’s a good thing I called. Bring Sunshine along. I’ll see you both at four,” Debbie said, hanging up before Michael had a chance to reply.

Justin saw a strange look cross Michael’s face as he spoke into the phone and waited until he hung up before inquiring. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I forgot about tonight’s family dinner at Ma’s. We have to be there by four,” Michael explained.

“We? You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll just head home and let you go to your family,” Justin said as he began to gather his things.

“Not a chance Sunshine. You’ve been summoned, too,” Michael informed him.

“Sunshine?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m just repeating my mother’s words. Now we better get cleaned up. We have a dinner to attend.” Michael laughed at Justin’s shocked expression.

“Does everyone always do what your mother says?” Justin asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Okay, well then I guess we better get moving,” Justin chuckled. He didn’t have any plans for the evening anyway.

 

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Brian was standing in the kitchen talking to Debbie and Vic when he saw Michael walk in followed by Justin.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Sunshine? I invited him so don’t you dare say a word to him,” Debbie warned.

“Yes Ma,” Brian replied.

“Hey Brian,” Michael called as he spotted his friend. “Hey Uncle Vic; Ma. You guys remember Justin right?”

“Sure we do. Hello Sunshine, make yourself at home. Dinner should be ready in a little while.” Debbie replied cheerfully.

“Hello Debbie, Vic, thanks for inviting me,” Justin said quietly, refusing to look at Brian. He should’ve realized that the older man was going to be there and refused the invitation.

“What? Don’t I get a hello, Sunshine?” Brian asked sarcastically.

“Hello Brian,” Justin mumbled.

Debbie noticed the animosity between the two men and wondered what was up with them. Deciding it was best to ignore it for the time being, she began barking orders to the men to keep them busy.

“Brian, why don’t you open the wine that’s chilling in the fridge? Michael, you and Sunshine can finish setting the table. The others should be here any minute.”

Once everyone else arrived, the gang all settled down at the table for dinner. The conversation centered on the comic book and their first issue. Michael and Justin had agreed to keep the storyline to themselves until it was ready for production.

“Come on Michael, tell us what the first issue’s about,” Debbie pleaded.

“Ma, we want to wait until it’s published. It shouldn’t be that much longer.”

“Michael, you might as well tell them. We’re almost done anyway,” Justin said.

“Are you sure?” Michael asked. He saw Justin’s slight nod of approval and decided to go ahead and tell the story. “Remember back four years ago when there was a bashing at the Saint James Academy prom? We’ve decided to base the first issue on that. We thought it would give everyone a real look into what gay people face everyday. The hate and violence that we risk when we come out to those around us.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Being gay is one of the hardest things to deal with without all the fear of homophobic assholes like that kid with the bat,” Debbie said enthusiastically.

“That’s a pretty controversial first issue, Michael. I think it’s great that you’re trying to help others but do you think it’s wise to base it on real life?” Vic asked.

“You might at least want to contact the kid that was bashed and see if he objects to you using his experience in your comic,” Brian suggested.

Michael looked over at Justin to see what his reaction was to the subject. Again, Justin nodded his approval while saying nothing. “He’s okay with it,” Michael assured them.

“Do you have a copy with you? I’d love to take a look at it,” Emmett asked.

“I…uh…have one with me,” Justin stammered, wondering why he was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the discussion. He stood up and retrieved the copy from his bag and handed it over to Emmett. “It still has a little more work to be done, but this will give you an idea of what the first issue will look like.”

Pretty soon everyone was looking over the issue, talking excitedly about the storyline and all that it could do for other kids being tormented at school. Brian sat back, his eyes constantly going back to Justin, who had grown quiet since the mention of the plot. He had a sinking feeling that Justin was more than just the artist for the first issue.

Justin was becoming more and more agitated as the discussion of the bashing continued and finally knew that he needed some air. “Excuse me for a minute. I’m going to step outside for a cigarette.”

Michael watched him go, wishing there was a way to make it all easier on Justin. He’d seen the subtle changes that Justin had been going through since they started working together and had offered to change the storyline on numerous occasions, but Justin refused. He claimed that he really wanted his story told and that he’d be okay. Michael was beginning to wonder.

Brian waited a few minutes before excusing himself for a cigarette. He found Justin out back, lost in thought. He may not have liked the kid, but he wasn’t a completely heartless shit and didn’t like seeing Justin so upset.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Brian asked quietly as he approached the blond.

Justin jumped slightly at Brian’s voice. He hadn’t heard anyone come outside. “What?”

“The kid that was bashed. It was you, wasn’t it? That’s how Michael knows that he’s okay with it. You gave him permission to use your story.”

“Actually, it was my idea. I told Michael how I wished I had someone like Rage to come in and save the day,” Justin admitted softly.

“Why are you doing it? It’s obvious that bringing it all up is affecting you pretty strongly. Why are you going through with it?”

“It was four years ago. I’ve learned to deal with what happened, as well as the after effects of my injuries. It’s just a little hard right now, but I’ll be okay. I just want to help other people see what can happen when you think you’re invincible. I don’t think anyone should have to live their lives in the closet, but there are times when keeping your sexual orientation to yourself might be the best option,” Justin explained.

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” Brian asked incredulously. He didn’t think that Justin sounded like the high school student that was brave enough to bring his boyfriend to his prom.

“Let’s face it Brian. I was already being tormented by my fellow students for being out and proud. What did I expect when I danced with my boyfriend in front of all the others? Did I really think that seeing Kyle and I together would suddenly make those assholes accept me?”

“Let me guess? That’s what you were told by who, that asshole’s lawyer? The judge?”

“Both actually, although not in those words. Chris Hobbs got off with community service and I was left with permanent injury. His sentence is finished while I deal with mine everyday. I guess after awhile I started to wonder if it was all worth it. I really just wanted to enjoy my prom and be with the person I cared about like everyone else. Now I’ll never have that anyway, because a bat to the head took away not only part of my motor skills, but also my memory of that night.” Justin could feel the tears building behind his eyes and struggled to hold them back.

“So you’re saying that you should’ve stayed in the closet and spent your prom pretending to be someone you’re not? And here I thought you were different than all those other queers who hide who they are.” For some reason, hearing Justin say that he would’ve done things differently bothered Brian.

“Fuck you Brian. You don’t know anything. Coming out at seventeen was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and for what? So I could wake up in the hospital one day to find that I lost two weeks of my life? To find out that my drawing would never be the same because some asshole didn’t like the fact that I like men instead of women? I have to look at myself in the mirror everyday and remember that there are people out there that hate me because I’m different than they are. I see this scar on my head and have an instant reminder that there are people out that that would rather see me dead than accept me for who I am. I’ll never hide myself away, but I also know that coming out almost cost me my life and there are days when I wish it did.” Justin stormed back into the house, leaving a stunned Brian behind.

Brian watched Justin walk away and wondered what had caused him to be such an asshole in the first place. He didn’t plan on starting a fight with the blond. He’d actually admired the kid when he read about the prom incident in the paper, but hearing him say that he would’ve done things differently somehow caused him to loose control. Something that happened whenever they were in the same room with each other. He didn’t know what it was about Justin that seemed to set him off, but it was beginning to piss him off.

Justin walked back inside and took a deep breath before joining the others. “Listen everyone, thanks for having me here, but I have to go. I forgot there was something I had to do. Debbie, dinner was wonderful. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time. I’m sure I’ll see you all again soon. Michael, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Hang on, I’ll walk you out,” Michael said as he stood up and followed Justin towards the door. Once they were outside, Michael grabbed Justin by the arm and turned him around gently. “What did that asshole say to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Justin, I saw Brian follow you outside and I know how you two seem to clash whenever you’re in the same room. I know he’s the reason you’re leaving,” Michael said.

“It’s no big deal, Michael. I’m fine. I think it’s just all the talk of the bashing that has me on edge. A hot shower and bed is all that I need. I’ll talk to you later,” Justin assured him before walking away.

Michael went back inside and found Brian had returned. He pulled his friend aside and began questioning him immediately.

“What the hell did you say to him that had him so upset?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mikey. We were just talking. You know that we don’t get along,” Brian said in his defense.

“Yeah, well you better start getting along because I like Justin and he’s becoming a really good friend. I’m not going to sit back and let anyone hurt him, including you.” Michael spat, before going back to the table.

Once Justin was gone, everyone moved to the living room and sat around catching up on the latest gossip. Brian had gone into the kitchen to find something stronger than wine to drink and by the time he left he was drunk and looking to get laid. His first stop was Woody’s where he ordered a shot and a beer while checking out the prospects. He was surprised to find Justin sitting at the other end of the bar, trying to fend off the advances of some middle aged troll. He downed his shot and grabbed his beer, making his way toward the blond.

“What don’t you understand about fuck off?” he demanded to the troll.

The guy took one look at Brian and mumbled his apologies before disappearing while Justin watched in awe.

“Thanks, but I know how to take care of myself,” Justin said, the effects of the alcohol making him somewhat unsteady.

“I’m sure you can. I was just being friendly and helping you out,” Brian replied.

“Friendly? Ha, that’s a laugh. There’s nothing friendly about you when it comes to me,” Justin stated.

“Yeah, well you haven’t been a real gem to me either,” Brian pointed out. “But it was brought to my attention by Michael that you two are becoming friends and that I have to learn to be nicer to you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hold you to it,” Justin replied dryly.

“What is it about me that you hate so much?” Brian asked surprising, not only Justin, but himself, too.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole who only cares about yourself. You think you’re God’s gift to men all over and that people are lucky to have a moment of your attention,” Justin blurted out.

“I always thought that was part of my charm,” Brian teased.

Justin couldn’t help but laugh at Brian’s reply. “I rest my case,” he giggled drunkenly.

“Did you just laugh at something I said?”

“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone,” Justin joked.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Brian assured him. “Look, it appears that we’re going to have to find a way to get along for Michael’s sake so how about if we call a truce?”

Justin looked into Brian’s eyes and saw the sincerity in them. “Alright, we can give it a try.”

“Good, now how about if I give you a ride home? I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

“So have you.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been doing this for a long time, so I know how to handle it,” Brian told him, sliding off the stool.

“I know how to handle it, too,” Justin said. Unfortunately his words were contradicted when he slid off the stool and lost his footing, leaving Brian to catch him and keep him from falling.

“Like I said, let me give you a ride home,” Brian smiled as he held onto Justin’s waist.

Justin smiled back, knowing that it would be easier to give in than try to get himself home. It had been a long time since he drank so much and he was a lot more unsteady than he thought. “Lead the way.”

Brian helped Justin into the jeep, making sure his seat belt was on before walking around and climbing in behind the wheel. Once they were on the way, neither man said anything aside from the directions Justin gave as needed. Brian pulled up outside Justin’s apartment building and jumped out, again helping Justin stay on his feet. Together they stumbled into the building, bypassing the broken elevator and managing the stairs. Luckily Justin only lived on the second floor.

When they reached Justin’s apartment, Brian took the keys from him and unlocked the door, stepping aside to allow Justin to enter. He closed the door behind him and looked around at his surroundings, noticing the art work spread out throughout the room.

“Are these yours?” Brian asked as he went to take a closer look.

“Yeah, it’s cheaper than buying pictures for the walls. Uh…thanks for bringing me home,” Justin said, as he stood along side Brian, noticing for the first time how good he smelled.

“No problem,” Brian replied, looking down into Justin’s deep blue eyes. “I…uh…guess I should get going.”

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” Justin mumbled. He attempted to step aside and lost his footing for the second time that night, once again ending up in Brian’s arms.

“This is beginning to become a habit with you,” Brian teased as he held on to Justin.

Justin looked up into Brian’s eyes and without thinking about what he was doing, reached up and pulled Brian down into a deep kiss.

Brian felt himself being pulled down, seconds before he felt Justin’s mouth on his. His first thought was to pull away, but when he heard the slight moan coming from deep inside Justin, he was lost. His last rational thought was that Michael wanted them to get along. He could just imagine what Michael would have to say about this.

 

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Justin was brought out of his sleep to the unpleasant sound of the phone ringing. His head was pounding and all he wanted was to stop the shrill of the obnoxious object. He reached out and grabbed the phone, quickly bringing it to his ear.

“Hello,” he whispered.

“Justin? It’s Michael. Is everything okay? You were supposed to be here almost an hour ago?” Michael asked.

“Michael? Shit…I…um…overslept. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Justin mumbled before hanging up the phone. The pounding in his head worsened as he glanced behind him and saw Brian sound asleep. Memories of the night before flooded his brain and he cursed himself and the alcohol that he consumed for putting him in his current position. He took a few deep breaths before sitting up and muttered a few obscenities as his head tried to explode right off his shoulders.

“Not feeling too good?” Brian muttered softly.

“That is the biggest understatement of the year,” Justin groaned as he held his head in his hands. “I…uh…think we overslept.”

“Shit, I haven’t overslept since I was a teenager,” Brian replied as he climbed out of bed.

He seemed oblivious to his naked form as he made his way to the bathroom, but Justin couldn’t help but notice the perfection of his body as he went, wondering how come he never noticed it before. He shook those thoughts away as he lay back in bed, trying to pull together enough strength to get up.

Brian relieved himself then washed his hands, looking at himself in the mirror. He wondered what had caused him to fall into bed with Justin when normally he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him. He finally chalked it up to too much alcohol and the need for sex, refusing to acknowledge how much he enjoyed it. As he walked back into the bedroom, he noticed Justin had fallen back asleep and took a moment to observe the blond without his knowledge. Even though the younger man wasn’t Brian’s type, he had to admit that he wasn’t hard on the eyes. His mind went back to the night before and the memory of burying himself inside Justin’s tight ass. That memory caused his cock to come to attention, bringing with it a slight moan from deep within his chest. He walked slowly over to Justin and reached down, pulling lightly on Justin’s arm.

“Come on Sunshine, time to get up.”

“No, go away and just leave me here to die,” came the muffled reply.

Brian chuckled at Justin’s response and decided to use drastic measures. He walked back into the bathroom and started the shower, making sure to adjust the temperature before going back into the bedroom. With little effort, Brian reached down and picked Justin up, ignoring his protests and walked back into the bathroom, stepping into the shower.

“What the fuck?” Justin exclaimed as he felt the hot water pelting his body.

“It was the only way I could think of to wake you up,” Brian explained with a devious smile. “You have to go meet Michael, remember?”

“Oh God,” Justin moaned. “How could a few small drinks hurt so bad?”

“Somehow I think it was more than a few, Sunshine,” Brian replied, unconsciously soaping Justin’s body.

Reality finally started setting in and Justin began to realize that he and Brian were in the shower together as if it was something they did all the time. He wanted to object; to say something to stop what was happening, but the feel of Brian’s soapy hands trailing up and down his body was too good to stop. Once he felt Brian’s hand surround his cock, he knew he was lost.

“Brian,” he whispered huskily.

“Just give me the word Sunshine, and I’ll stop,” Brian said softly, placing a gentle kiss on Justin’s neck.

Justin turned around so that he was facing Brian and gave in to his needs. “Don’t stop.”

As soon as the words were out of Justin’s mouth, Brian reached down and took Justin’s lips in a searing kiss, pushing away all the doubts that were trying to surface. As he pulled back slightly, he started placing feather light kisses along Justin’s neck and shoulders, all the while pulling on his cock, bringing him closer to the edge.

“Fuck me Brian,” Justin pleaded with want and need.

“Need…a…condom,” Brian stammered, his arousal messing with his ability to speak.

Justin quickly pulled away and stepped out of the shower, coming back moments later with a smile and a condom.

Brian ripped the condom out of Justin’s hand before spinning him around and sliding a finger inside his ass. He heard Justin groaning at the intrusion and felt himself harden at the sound. Brian quickly prepared the younger man, before sheathing his cock and using the water as lube, slowly entering him. The tightness he found was even more erotic than it was the night before while they were drunk and Brian quickly set a feverish pace, bringing them both over the edge within minutes.

Justin was the first one to come down from his high and his brain scrambled for something to say. “I…guess we should get ready to go.”

“Yeah, if you want I can drop you off at the shop on the way,” Brian offered as he shut off the water and reached for a towel.

“Um…okay, thanks.”

They finished getting ready in an uncomfortable silence, neither one sure what to say to the other. Waking up with someone was something that Brian had never done before and he was feeling out of his element; something he didn’t like one bit. The ride to the shop was quick, and Justin jumped out of the jeep the minute Brian pulled up to the curb.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. See you around,” Brian said casually.

“Yeah,” Justin replied before closing the door and heading inside. He just hoped he’d be able to focus on Rage now, instead of thinking about the hazel eyed man that gave him the greatest fuck of his life.

As Brian headed back to the loft to change his clothes, he reached for his cell to call the office.

“Hey Cynthia, it’s me. I’m running a little late this morning. I need you to reschedule my 9:00 and handle things until I get in. I should be there in about forty minutes.”

“Sure Brian, is everything alright?” she asked, surprised by Brian’s request. In all her years of working for him, she’d never known him to be late; especially when he had an early morning meeting.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just had something I had to do,” he assured her, thinking about the blond he had just finished doing.

“Okay, I’ll take care of it for you. See you soon,” she replied.

Once that was done, Brian continued driving, trying to get Justin out of his head. His thoughts went back to the conversation they had the day before outside Debbie’s and what Justin had been through during his high school years. He remembered reading about the famous prom bashing incident when it happened and wanting to kick the shit out of the guy carrying the bat. Now it was almost personal and Brian felt the past anger resurfacing as he tried to remember the details. The guy had gotten off with a slap on the wrist while Justin still experienced problems from his injuries. Pushing those thoughts away, Brian parked his jeep and hurried inside. He didn’t have time to think about Justin anymore. He had a company to run and he was already late.

Michael watched Justin walk into the store and immediately worried about the dark circles he saw under Justin’s eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry about being late. I guess I forgot to set my alarm,” Justin offered in explanation.

“I thought you were going to go home and get some sleep. You look like shit,” Michael blurted out.

“Yeah, well I ended up at the bar instead of my apartment. Not necessarily the brightest move on my part. I don’t usually drink that much,” Justin chuckled softly.

“Because of Brian?” Michael asked, still wondering what happened between the two of them. “Look Justin, I’m sorry for whatever it was that he said to upset you last night. I told him he needs to be nicer to you.”

“It wasn’t because of Brian. I guess working on Rage is harder than I thought it would be, but don’t worry about it. I’m fine and we’re almost done with the first issue so it doesn’t really matter anymore. Now why don’t we get to work? We’ve already lost an hour,” Justin pointed out, steering the subject away from Brian. His head still hurt too much to think about what had happened the night before.

“Okay, let’s go in the back. Josh is here to watch the counter for me today so we can work without interruptions.”

By lunch time Brian was going crazy trying to put the blond out of his mind. He still wasn’t sure what had happened to change his opinion of him, but suddenly Justin didn’t seem like the pest Brian originally thought him to be. Without thinking about his actions, Brian told Cynthia he was leaving the office for a few hours and stopped by the corner deli for take out before heading towards the store. He asked the clerk where Michael was and was directed into the back room where he found Michael and Justin engulfed in their work.

“Alright you two, all work and no play make Mikey and Justin dull boys. Is anyone hungry?” Brian held out the bag of food for inspection.

“Brian, what’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Michael asked as he kissed his friend and grabbed the bag of food.

“I do get a lunch break, you know,” Brian replied dryly.

“I know you do, but you never take them. Is this from the deli by Kenntik? I love their sandwiches.” Michael was concentrating on the food and didn’t notice the look that passed between Brian and Justin.

Justin looked up into Brian’s eyes but couldn’t read what he saw there. He stood up, brushing himself off nervously before he spoke.

“Thanks Brian, you didn’t have to bring us lunch.”

“It was no big deal. I haven’t seen Mikey much lately,” Brian replied, using his friend as an excuse for his actions.

Justin tried to hide the disappointment he felt at Brian’s explanation. Of course he was there to see his friend. Justin wasn’t part of the equation, he was just a fuck.

“Michael,” Josh said as he appeared in the doorway. “There’s a customer out here that wants to talk to you about ordering some back issues.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Michael replied before turning to Brian. “Are you staying for a bit? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be here,” Brian assured him.

Once they were alone, Justin nervously tried to think of something to say, but his mind was blank. All he could do is watch Brian, visions of that morning running through his mind.

“Feeling any better?” Brian asked, bringing Justin out of his thoughts.

“A little, although I can’t wait to go home and crawl back in bed,” Justin chuckled.

Brian smiled, his mind betraying him with images of Justin crawling into bed. He took a step forward, closing the gap between him and the blond and pulled him in bringing their mouths together. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was heated enough to cause both men to be panting with need once it was over.

“What was…that…for?” Justin stammered in confusion.

“I’m not sure,” Brian admitted quietly.

“Sorry about that,” Michael said as he walked back into the room. “Some guy was looking for a few out of print comics from the 60’s. Ready to eat?”

“I forgot…I have a meeting I have to get to,” Brian said suddenly, his eyes on Justin. “I’ll talk to you later, Mikey.” Brian turned and walked out without giving Michael time to reply.

“What was that all about?” Michael asked Justin.

“I…uh…don’t know. Listen Michael, I’m not feeling well. Can we continue this tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure. You still don’t look so good. Go home and get some sleep. I’ll call you later and see how you’re feeling,” Michael replied.

“Thanks, later.” Justin grabbed his bag and made a quick getaway, needing to be alone to think about what was happening between him and Brian.


End of part 1
11/21/04
 

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