A High End Problem  

 

Brian closed the deal early on his account. Having shook hands, and bid farewell to his new client, the ad executive decided to linger at the restaurant a little longer to enjoy a victory drink.

“Brian, how are you?” Brian turned toward the vaguely familiar voice. It was that of Anthony Massey, part owner of Babylon. Brian and Justin had met Mr. Massey on the afternoon of Justin’s graduation. The older man had picked up their lunch tab in honor of Justin’s first official outing since the attack. Brian offered him a seat, and ordered his guest a drink.

 

“So, how are things with you?” Massey asked.

 

“Fine, couldn’t be better.” Brian answered, still basking in the afterglow of his new account.

 

“How’s that beautiful boy of yours?

 

“Justin’s fine.” Brian said, taking a sip of his drink.

 

“Excellent, I was beginning to worry that our young king had taken a turn for the worst.”

 

Brian changed the subject. He wasn‘t about to discuss Justin with strangers. “Did you close your deal yet?” he asked.

 

“Yes, I’m out of the night club business. My interest in “Babylon” officially ends at the end of this month.” Massey took a sip of his drink.

 

“Are you going to miss it?” Brian asked.

 

“No way. The party scene gets to be kind of old after a while, especially when you hit the big four “O”. All of the guys, and the music begin to look and sound the same. You start to want something different, something more substantial, new challenges.”

 

“How long were you associated with the club? I don’t ever recall seeing you there.” Brian asked.

 

“I’m one of the original investors, however, when I’m in town I prefer to observe the action from my office monitors.” Massey took another sip. “I’ve been watching the infamous Brian Kinney for years.”

 

“A voyeur fetish Tony?” Brian flirted.

 

“No.” Tony smiled. “It’s just that I never mix my fucking with my business. It’s poor practice, don’t you agree?”

 

Brian took a sip of his drink. “Absolutely.” he lied.

 

“However, since I am leaving, I’ve decided to indulge myself with a rare find.” Tony said.

 

Brian knew what was coming next. Although Anthony Massey was a bit old for his taste, there was certainly potential there. He had the look of money, tall, tanned, toned, and tailored. His dark brown eyes complimented his stylishly cut, auburn with mingled gray hair, and his features were distinguished and classic. “Yes, definitely a possibility.” Brian thought.

 

“I want your Justin.” Tony said.

 

“Justin?”

 

“I’m leaving for Europe as soon as I’ve completed my business here. I’d like to take Justin with me.”

 

“And what makes you think that Justin would want to go with you?” Brian’s tone had changed in an instant.

 

“Please don’t get upset Brian. I’m coming to you first because I wasn’t sure if you two were a couple or not. I always see the young man with you, but you still frequent the back rooms. If the two of you are just bed-buddies, then I would like to offer him something more.”

 

Brian was intrigued. “So what are you offering?”

 

“I’m a very wealthy man Brian. I have enough investments, and business interests to keep me in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed for the rest of my life. I’ve traveled to every continent, and collected rare treasures from all over the world. None of them compares to your beautiful boy.”

 

“So you want Justin as part of your collection.” Brian said.

 

“Hardly.” Tony frowned. “I want him to be my traveling companion. I want to give him the world.”

 

“You want to get in his pants.” Brian said sarcastically. “You want to be his sugardaddy.

 

“Sugardaddy is such a harsh word.” Tony said. “I like to call myself resourceful. Let’s face it Brian, when you get to be our age, there’s nothing wrong with using what you’ve got to get what you want.”

 

“Justin’s free to do whatever he wants, but he’s not going with you.” Brian said with certainty.

 

“In that case, may the best man win.” Tony smirked. The confident man downed the last swallow of  his drink and stood to leave. “By the way Brian, I never loose.” he said.

 

“Fucking pervert! Who the fuck does he think he is?” A furious Brian viciously sank another ball into the corner pocket, venting his anger on “Woody’s” pool table. “I want to give him the world.” Brian said mimicking Massey’s deeper voice. “I should have kicked his geriatric ass right then.” Brian circled the table, targeting his next shot. “Can you believe the nerve of that asshole? Did he honestly think that I would hand over Justin to him? My Justin?”

 

Ted looked at Emmett. “His Justin.” Emmett fought off the urge to laugh.

 

“What the hell is that old fart going to do with Justin? Your turn Mikey.” Brian barked.

 

Michael positioned himself for a shot. “Calm down Brian.” he said. “Justin would never be interested in Mr. Massey.”

 

“I don’t know.” Emmett taunted. “A handsome, rich, sugardaddy offering you the world could be quite a temptation.”

 

Brian took a swallow of his beer, as Ted added fuel to the flame. “We all know that Justin has a taste for older men. Do you think that’s why Massey chose him?”

 

“No, I don’t think it’s because of Justin’s daddy fetish.” Emmett grinned. “Have you taken a good look at our boy lately? He’s growing up to be quite a beauty, those golden tresses, that blinding smile, those sky blue eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes.”

 

“Let’s not forget that smooth porcelain skin, that tiny little waist, and that perfect bubble butt. It could drive a man to madness.” Ted swooned.

 

“Or to his checkbook.” Emmett added.

 

The two men laughed.

 

Michael looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. Brian was fuming. His eyes had narrowed, and his knuckles were white from clinching the table he was leaning on. An amused Michael couldn’t resist taking a cheap shot too. “Don’t pay any attention to them Brian. They’re just fucking with you.” Michael said. He put his arm around Brian’s shoulder. “We all know that Justin’s not going anywhere. He’s quite happy with the sugardaddy he already has.”

 

Emmett and Ted laughed again.

 

Brian gave his best friend a menacing look. “Fuck you Michael!” he snapped. The irate lover quickly downed the last swallow of his beer, and headed toward the door.

 

It was seven o’clock on a Friday night. Justin’s shift was about to end. He would hurry to Deb’s for a quick shower and change, before hooking up with Brian. “Justin come to the front please!” a waitress called.

 

“Brian.” Justin thought. It wasn’t unusual for Brian to hang around “Woody’s” until Justin’s shift ended. They would go to the loft with the intention of changing for “Babylon”, but often end up making love all night. Since Justin’s release from the hospital it seemed that the two couldn’t get enough of each other. Justin quickly washed his hands, tossed his apron into the laundry, and went to greet Brian. He was surprised to see the tall, handsome man who had treated him to lunch.

 

“Mr. Massey, how are you?” Justin smiled.

 

“I’m just fine your majesty. How are you?”

 

Justin laughed, and shook the man’s hand. “What brings you to the “Liberty Diner?” he asked.

 

“You.” Tony said. “I brought you a graduation present.” Anthony Massey reached inside his jacket pocket, and pulled out a slender blue box. He handed the gift to Justin. A curious Debbie had been watching from the other end of the counter. She walked over to get a closer look at the debonair stranger bearing gifts for Sunshine. Justin introduced them, and opened his gift. The teen’s eyes lit up when he saw the chunky gold bracelet.

 

“Do you like it?” Massey asked.

 

“Like it? I love it, it’s beautiful.” Justin said. Debbie was equally impressed.

 

“It’s customary to give gold, and take the graduate out for pizza.” Tony said as he fastened the bracelet onto Justin’s wrist. “It looks good on you.” the older man approved. “Have you eaten?”

 

“I was going to pick something up on the way home.” Justin said.

 

“I know this great place, makes the best Chicago Style pizza. Do you want to go?” Tony asked.

 

“Sure.” Justin smiled. “Deb, tell Brian I’ll be back in time for “Babylon”.” he said.

 

Debbie watched as the two men left the diner. Justin hesitated when he saw Mr. Massey’s black limo waiting. He looked at his clothes, then at Tony who was dressed in a navy tailored suit. “Maybe I should change first.” Justin said.

 

“It’s just pizza, you look fine” Tony assured him, and meant that literally. Justin did look fine. His stonewashed Levi’s gave reverence to the boy’s perfect ass, and a pale blue, silk tee clung to every inch of his sleek torso. “Just fine.” The older man repeated to himself.

 

The two chatted as Tony’s limo sped down the highway. They covered Justin’s love for contemporary art, the boy’s acceptance to Pittsburgh’s exclusive institute of fine arts, favorite foods, and music. Justin didn’t discuss the assault, and Mr. Massey didn’t attempt to bring up the subject. Instead, he talked about his travels, his art collection, and the purchase and sell of Babylon. Justin noticed that the ride was becoming unusually long. “Where is this pizza place of yours?” he asked.

 

“In Chicago.” Tony smiled.

 

Brian had been quiet all night, sifting through the weekend crowd, and watching the door of Babylon. Deb had said that Justin would meet him at the club after pizza with Mr. Massey, but that was five hours ago. It was now well past midnight. Emmett, Ted, and Michael had become quiet as well. This wasn’t funny anymore. Teasing had given way to genuine worry as hours continued to tick by with no word from Justin.

 

“Did you try his cell phone again?” Michael asked.

 

“It’s still dead.” Brian said.

 

“I just spoke to Debbie. He hasn’t called yet.” Emmett said.

 

“Do you think he might be at his mom’s?” Ted asked.

 

Brian shook his head no. “Where the fuck is he?”

 

Brian stepped outside for a cigarette. He checked both directions of the congested Friday night, Liberty Avenue sidewalk before lighting up. There wasn’t a blonde boy in site. He took a long drag, and looked up into the clear starry sky. As the white smoke slowly exhaled from his lungs, Brian’s cell phone began to ring. The number was unfamiliar, but the caller ID said Anthony Massey. “Yeah.” Brian answered, trying to sound calm.

 

“Brian it’s me.”

 

“Justin, where the hell are you?”

 

“I’m in Chicago, at Mr. Massey’s house.”

 

Brian’s heart skipped a beat. “What the fuck are you doing there?”

 

“We flew to Chicago for pizza in Mr. Massey’s jet, and it’s raining too hard here for us to fly back.” Justin said. “We’re going to spend the night here, and fly back tomorrow. Will you tell Debbie for me? You know how she worries.”

 

Brian’s heart sank. “Sure, I’ll call Deb for you.” he said reluctantly. “Justin, let me get you a room for the night.”

 

“No, I’m fine.” Justin said. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

 

Anthony Massey took the phone. “Brian, we’re having a deluge here.” he said.

 

“So I’ve heard.” Brian said dryly.

 

“I’m sorry for keeping your beautiful boy out so late. You needn’t worry though, I’ll bed him for you tonight. You have my word, he’s in good hands.” Tony said. “You try to get a good night’s sleep Brian.”

 

Massey hung up the phone, then turned to Justin, and smiled. The teen smiled back.

 

Brian clicked off the phone, and relayed the news to the others. They were relieved to hear that Justin was alright, but ranted about how he should have called earlier. Brian didn’t hear a word they were saying. His mind was in Chicago, where his baby was stranded overnight, in the home of a man who never looses.

 

Anthony Massey showed Justin to his room. “I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” he said.

 

“Are you kidding?” Justin’s eyes widened when he saw the elegant accommodations. The spacious room looked more like a hotel suite than a guest bedroom. The king size bed was dressed in ivory silk. A white leather sofa with matching oversized chair, and glass tables occupied the center of the room, and a crystal vase of red roses added a  much needed touch of color. Plush white carpet lead to sliding glass doors, that overlooked a rainy, distant Chicago skyline from the small balcony, and a customized entertainment wall harbored the latest in electronic toys.

 

“Come downstairs when you’ve finished your shower. I have something to show you.” Tony said.

 

Anthony Massey changed into bronze silk pajamas, with matching robe. The older man was busy behind the living room bar when Justin made his entrance. The boy strutted into the room, much like he had sauntered the length of the restaurant where Massey had met him. His tossed golden hair was still damp from his shower, and the white terry robe Massey had given him was cinched tightly at the waist, with just a hint of alabaster skin teasing from the slightly opened collar. The teen looked like the biggest present under the Christmas tree, and Tony couldn’t wait to unwrap him. “Would you like a drink?” he asked.

 

“No thanks.” Justin said.

 

Tony poured himself a double scotch, then beckoned for Justin to follow him. The teen trailed his host to the end of the hall, taking in the various paintings that decorated its path. Justin gasped when Massey opened the door to his study. It was a virtual gallery of oils, sketches, and sculptures collected from his travels. Anthony Massey was encouraged by the boy’s first impression. “I’m glad you like it. Take a look around.” he said.

 

The older man watched as Justin leisurely strolled to each piece, lightly touching, and inspecting them one by one. “These are beautiful.” Justin said.

 

“Just like you.” Tony took a sip of his drink.

 

Justin turned, and looked at him.

 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you’re standing next to my Monet, and I can’t help noticing how much you rival it. Brian Kinney is a very lucky man.” Tony smiled.

 

Justin didn’t respond. He returned his eyes to the painting, but mentally his attention was now keenly on Anthony Massey. For the first time the boy tallied up his situation. He was in a bathrobe, in unfamiliar surroundings, with a man he barely knew. “Shit!” Justin thought, remembering the first rule Brian had taught him. “Never give up your control.” That explained the worry he heard in Brian’s voice over the phone. If Massey doesn’t kill him, Brian certainly would for being so stupid that he would risk everything for a private jet ride.

 

“How long have you, and Brian been together?” Tony asked.

 

Justin turned to face his host. “Almost a year.” he said.

 

“Is it an exclusive relationship?”

 

“Brian doesn’t do relationships.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

“He just doesn’t”

 

“Then what does that make you?”

 

“That makes me Justin.” the boy said.

 

Massey chuckled, and finished his drink. He placed his empty glass on the desk, then turned to Justin. “Well now, let’s have a look at Brian’s Justin.” he said.

 

Justin froze. His heart  was pumping a mile a minute, and his mind was racing. What would Brian do? Tony untied the teen’s robe, allowing it to ease open. The older man’s eyes spanned the length of Justin’s body, beginning at the boy’s feet, and slowly ascending to the teen’s angelic face. Anthony Massey cupped Justin’s face in his hands, and looked into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen “Beautiful.” Tony approved. “Princess, what are you doing with a backroom whore like Kinney? You should be mine.” he whispered.

 

Tony circled his arms around Justin’s waist, and softly kissed the teen’s neck, first one side, then the other, before finding the boy’s plump lips. Justin instinctively closed his eyes, and opened his mouth, allowing Mr. Massey a sweet sampling of Brian’s forbidden fruit. Tony smiled as he felt Justin’s body responding to the strange/familiar sensations. “Relax princess.” he whispered. “It’s going to be a long night.”

 

Brian laid awake in his bed, fully clothed, and staring into the darkness. The loft was like a tomb, cold, and silent. He had become accustomed to having Justin snuggling next to him, and the sound of his baby’s breathing. Brian glanced over at the clock. The time glowed 3:49am. He wondered what Massey was doing to Justin right now. Sleep offered little relief. When Brian closed his eyes, Justin was everywhere. Images of the older man ravishing his baby penetrated his dreams. Brian checked the clock again, 5:02am. The weather channel said that the rain in Chicago was over. Maybe he should go get Justin himself. Brian checked the internet for out going flights. There was nothing leaving for Chicago before noon. “He’d better have him home by then.” Brian said out loud.

 

The doorbell rang at 11:36am, and Brian rushed over to answer it. “Justin?”

 

“It’s me Brian.” Justin eagerly announced over the security speaker.

 

Brian pushed the buzzer to allow Justin’s entrance, then hurried to the door to retrieve his boy. The teen practically leaped from the elevator. He wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist, and hugged him tight. “I missed you.” Justin beamed.

 

Brian was relieved to see his baby happy, and apparently fine. He stroked his fingers through Justin’s hair. “I missed you too.” Brian smiled.

 

“I’m returning your boy.” Massey said from the elevator, then pushed the down button.

 

Brian tossed Justin aside, and raced down the steps, determined to catch the man who had kidnapped his baby. The elevator door opened on the first floor to a seething Brian, maddened by worry, and out for blood. Brian charged, grabbing Massey by the collar. “You son of a bitch!” Both men fell to the elevator floor.

 

Brian straddled the older man, drew his fist, and was about to strike when Massey cried out. “Wait, Brian please, I’m sorry! I don’t want any trouble, and I don’t want your boy!” Brian slowly lowered his fist, and loosened his grip. His eyes were still red with rage. One wrong word, and Anthony Massey would be road kill.

 

“You can keep that little tomcat of yours. He tried to kill me.” Massey said. The two men scrambled to their feet. Massey’s eyes were wide, and desperate as he described the night of horror he had endured with Justin. “He fucked me all night, all night Brian. He wouldn’t let me go.” Massey said. “The little freak topped me like some kind of leather daddy, blew me like a Hoover vacuum, and jerked me off like a wild man. He couldn’t get enough. I thought he was going to kill me. You keep him, he’s yours”

 

Brian was momentarily at a loss for words, and emotions. He wanted to be furious with Tony for seducing Justin, but the mental image of his baby wearing out the older man was just too funny. “I should have warned you Tony.” Brian said as the laughter in his voice mounted. “My boy’s a tough one to handle once you get him going.”

 

Anthony Massey wasn’t amused. “You think it’s funny?” he said. “Look at my neck.” Tony opened his collar to reveal several bruises that appeared to be bite marks. “You should see my back, and my stomach. He even bit me on my ass. My dick is beet red, for god’s sake! I should have the kid arrested!”

 

Brian couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to laugh hysterically.

 

“Laugh if you want to, but that boy is dangerous.”

 

“It’s a high end problem.” Brian said, now almost pissing in his pants. “I’ll take my chances.”

 

Justin was already in bed when Brian composed himself enough to return to the loft. The boy watched as his lover silently removed his clothes, and climbed in beside him. An unusually quiet Justin cuddled up next to brian, kissed him on the chest, and began to gently stroke his belly. Brian waited for just the right moment. “Tomcat.” he said cooly.

 

“Aw Brian!” Justin whined. “I didn’t mean to hurt him. He started it!”

 

Brian started laughing all over again.

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