Seeing Red

Part 2

No one dared to venture up to Babylon’s office, where the royal trio had disappeared to, following the right jab that abruptly shut the mouth of Dr. David Cameron. Brian was still seeing red, and there was nothing Tony could say that could justify the humiliating incident that had just taken place downstairs.

Tony leaned back in his chair, and watched his ego-shattered husband pace the floor. “Brian, you’re acting like a betrayed bridegroom on his wedding night. I never told you I was a virgin.” He tried not to laugh.

“You never told me you were fucking my best friend’s boyfriend either!” Brian wasn’t amused. “I always knew you were a closet whore. Who else have you fucked? How many more ex-lovers can we expect to see crawling out of the woodwork?”

“You know I’m not going to answer that, and you’ve got some nerve asking me. I’ve never questioned you about your sex partners.” Tony reminded him.

“You’ve never had to!” Brian snapped.

“That’s right, because you make it your business to point out every Brian Kinney conquest that walks through the doors of Babylon.” Tony said.

“So what are you trying to say?” Brian took offense.

“I’m not saying anything.” Tony attempted to back down.

“Bullshit!” Brian pressed the issue. “You’re just like David. You, and your fancy manners, and your fucking plane. You think you’re better than me……”

“What’s my plane got to do with it?” Tony smiled.

“Don’t try to be cute.” Brian hissed.

Justin sat quietly on the oversized, leather sofa while his two princes went back and forth. Over the past few months he had learned to stay out of their bickering. In the end, the most boisterous one, Brian, would usually win, unless of course Tony lost his temper. Anthony Massey had a strange forever smile that always made him appear to be in control. Justin knew that once that smile faded to a frown, Tony had had enough, and was about to strike. That was Justin’s cue to step in. For now everything seemed to be going along as expected.

“Brian, who cares what I’ve done, or who I’ve done it with? What difference does it make? I chose you to be my husband.” Tony reminded him.

“You didn’t choose me. Justin chose me.” Brian corrected him. “You’re stuck with me because I happen to be the excess luggage that came along with your precious princess.”

Oh dear. Tony left his seat, and went to embrace his drama queen. “You know that’s not true,” he cooed.

“Don’t touch me.” Brian pushed him away. “Go back to David, and your high society fucks. We wouldn’t want you to get your dick dirty here in the bargain basement at Babylon.”

Tony couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. Who would have thought that Brian, of all people, would queen-out over a trick that meant little to nothing to him. Ok, so maybe David did mean more to Tony than just another casual fuck, but that relationship was a long time ago, way back when David was cheating on Michael. Damn him for showing up at such an inopportune time, and blurting out their business in front of everybody. Whatever happened to gentleman’s agreements, and knowing when to keep your mouth shut?

“Brian, how long have you known me?” Tony tried again.

“Too fucking long.” Brian folded his arms across his chest.

Tony ignored the defensive stance, and proceeded with caution. “Stop it, Brian. Your insecurities are showing, baby, and frankly, it doesn’t become you,” he said. “Do you remember the first time I met you? I told you then that I always win. Keeping that in mind, have I ever struck you as a man who settles for less than exactly what I want? Don’t you know that if I wanted David, I wouldn’t be here groveling to you right now? So what if I had him for a moment? And maybe I did for a fleeting second, consider staying with him….”

“Uh-huh, I knew it!” Brian cut in.

“What do you know?” Tony chuckled, and moved a little closer. “Do you know that I’ve never had a more formidable opponent than you, and that no one has ever kept me on my toes, or knocked me on my ass quite like you? I remember that right cross of yours from Melanie and Lindsey’s wedding. It landed right here.” Tony took Brian’s right hand, and placed it on the side of his face.

“You deserved it.” Brian said.

“Yes, I did. You were so angry, just like tonight, when you were seeing red.” Tony kissed Brian’s hand. “I could feel my dick getting hard when you punched David. That was so fucking caveman, and you’re so hott when you’re pissed off. You get all sweaty, and your face becomes flushed, just like when you’re about to cum. That’s always my signal to speed things up, so you can give me your load.”

Brian watched Tony’s lips caress each knuckle, one at time. “Don’t try to change the subject.” He felt himself melting.

“I’m not trying to change the subject.” Tony purred. “I’m admitting my guilt. I was a bad daddy, and I’m ready to take my punishment. Do you want to punish daddy, baby?”

Just like that, Tony’s silver tongue had once again won over Brian’s abrasive temperament. All should have been right with the world. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Something David said had hit home with Justin. During the good doctor’s well executed, verbal assault, David had inadvertently concurred with what Professor Dailey had said. Justin had reduced himself to nothing more than a handfed cuntboy, or as Professor Dailey so eloquently put it, a golddigger that was wasting his artistic talent in the art department of Kinnetics. Daphne didn’t make it any better. Her advice to enjoy the ride, and stash away as much of Tony and Brian’s money while he could, only confirmed what Professor Dailey, and now David had said. What if they were right? What if the art world was going to miss out on a great talent, because Justin was content to remain in Pittsburgh with his two comely meal-tickets?

Justin looked over at his two princes, now spooning, and sparking in each other’s arms. Who would have thought that these former rivals would ever become partners in life? Justin knew that he was the common thread that first brought them together, and bound them together still. He also knew that old habits die hard. With Brian just a condom and an opportunity away from the next easy mark, and Tony, the cunning stealth queen, the young man had every reason to worry about what would happen to his newly formed family if the two of them were left alone for an extended amount of time. This especially gave pause for thought now that Justin had decided to accept Professor Dailey’s fellowship offer to study with famed artist, Sam Auerbach, at Chicago’s Art Institute……

“Justin.” Brian’s voice broke the troubled young man’s concentration.

“Huh? I’m sorry, I wasn‘t listening. What did you say?” Justin asked.

“I said Tony and I are getting ready to leave. Are you going, or are you staying?” Brian repeated himself.

“I’m going.” Justin said.


NEXT WEEK: to be announced.

 

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