Seeing Red

Part 1

The thump-a-thump of Babylon’s music made the voice whispering in Tony’s ear indistinguishable, but the body pressing against his ass was undeniable. Because of the size of the person, Tony concluded that it wasn’t Justin. The taller man, with his arms now wrapped around Tony’s waist surely must be Brian, still enamored from their tryst upstairs, and no doubt ready for round two. Tony turned and pulled his bold admirer into his arms. David responded with a kiss.

“David.” Tony released his embrace.

“In the flesh.” David smiled, and moved in even closer.

“What are you doing here? I heard you moved to Portland.” Tony said.

“I came back for you.” David attempted to resume their kiss.

“Me?” Tony wrenched himself from his ex-lover’s arms.

“Him?” Michael inadvertently intervened.

David briefly looked over at Michael. “I’m sorry, Michael, if I gave you the wrong impression earlier tonight.”

“Earlier tonight?” Ben looked at Michael.

David turned back to Tony. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily did you? You look great. What are you doing here in this god forsaken dive? I thought you were done with the club business,” he said.

“You know me, I like to keep busy.” Tony said.

“Too busy.” David ran his hand along the noticeable bulge on Tony’s left thigh.

“AHEM!”

“Oh, David, I’m sure you know Brian Kinney, my partner.” Tony discretely moved the roving hand away.

“Of course. Who doesn’t know Brian?” David took the cheap shot.

“You don’t.” Brian fired back.

Tony’s reserve in regards to his sexual prowess had made him the curiosity of every horny fag along Liberty Avenue, determined to find out for themselves what kind of magic rod the handsome millionaire was wielding that could not only tame the likes of Brian Kinney, but also allow him permanent residence in the bed of the pride of Babylon, and his sizzling little blonde, Justin Taylor. Hence, it came as no surprise when news of a dark haired stranger, fingering Anthony Massey, right in front of Brian’s face spread through the club like wildfire. Among the gathering spectators was a former rival. Brandon watched along with Michael and Ben, as the color first drained from Brian’s face, then quickly returned as a bright crimson.

The bartender immediately began gathering up all of the nearby glasses, placing them safely on the lower shelf, out of reach of what he knew was about to happen. While public displays of jealousy were never a Brian Kinney forte, fierce territorial battles over lovers were not uncommon at Babylon. The look on his boss’s face was one the seasoned barkeep had seen on customers many times before. Tonight, Brian Kinney was seeing red.

“David!” Justin left the dance floor, and swayed over to the bar.

“Hello, Justin.” David smiled. “My, my, look at you! You were just a kid the last time I saw you, fresh on the scene, and following Brian around like a lovesick little puppy. Now you’re all grown up, and just as handsome as ever. What are you still doing here? You were always such a bright young man. I was sure you would have left this town by now, and taken the art world by storm.”

“I’ll be graduating from PIFA in June, and I’m working with Brian over in the art department at Kinnetics.” Justin said in his own defense.

“Really? How nice of Brian to give you a job. That’s the least that he can do. What a shame though that talent like yours is being wasted in advertising. I think the world is missing out on a brilliant artist.” David rolled his eyes at Brian, then turned back to Tony. “Come on, Lucky, let’s get out of here.”

“Lucky?” Justin’s blue eyes widened.

Brian struggled to maintain his composure. “LUCKY, isn’t going anywhere with you tonight,” he said.

“Excuse me.” David glared at Brian.

“You heard me.” Brian glared back.

Now was a good time for Tony to step in. “David, I think you should know that Brian, and I….actually Justin, Brian, and I are partners.” Tony informed him.

“Business partners.” David deduced.

“Business, and relationship partners.” Tony corrected him.

“You’re kidding.” David’s jaw dropped. “You’re in a threesome relationship?”

“Actually, we’re married.” Justin said.

“MARRIED?” David began to laugh.

Yep, there was no doubt now that shit was about to happen. The bartender passed along word to the other bartenders. Hold all drinks for now, and send the bouncers to bar #1.

“Come on, Tony.” David continued between chuckles. “I know you. What are up to now? Even if I did believe that you were married, I know it wouldn’t be to Brian Kinney. You’ve got more class than that. Justin maybe, but not Brian.”

“I think you’d better leave now David.” Tony said.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” David stopped laughing. “Baby, I can understand how what happened between Michael and me may have upset you, but you have to remember that you’re the one who didn’t want to commit. What was I supposed to do, continue to wait on you while you traveled the globe on a constant money quest? Come on, Lucky. What’s done is done. It’s our time now. Let’s get out of here.”

Justin moved over to Tony’s side, and wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist. “It was nice seeing you again, David,” he said.

“Goodbye, Dave.” Brian waved.

David still refused to believe what he was hearing. “Lucky, this isn’t you, this whole scene isn’t you,” he continued. “You’ve never been a tearoom queen. I knew that the first time I met you. That’s what attracted me to you. Now you want me to believe that you would leave me for a handfed cuntboy, and a bathsheba that’s left a semen trail in every barfairy bargain basement in Pittsburgh?”…………………………...................

Still elated from his backroom romp with Connor James, Ted made his way over to the crowd that had gathered around bar #1. There he stood on tiptoes, in an effort to see over the heads. “What’s going on, Em? What’s everybody watching?” he asked.

“History.” Emmett said.

The words had barely left Emmett’s mouth when suddenly the sounds of gasps, and squeals went out, followed immediately by human silence. Only the thump-a-thump of Babylon’s nonstop music could be heard when the bouncers arrived. “Brian, is everything ok?”

“Everything’s fine.” Brian opened, and closed his fist, and massaged his knuckles, before pointing to the heap on the floor, formerly known as Dr. David Cameron. “Roll that bitch up, and take her out of here,” he said.


NEXT WEEK: Seeing Red, pt 2
 

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