The White Party Showdown
Brian leaned back in his chair at his monthly senior management meeting. He appeared interested in the boring variables, and statistics Ryder was presenting, but his mind was really on Justin. Brian hadn’t seen, or spoken to his baby all weekend. To say that he missed him would be an understatement. He looked over Ryder’s shoulder at the conference room clock. It was only two, Justin was still in class. Maybe he could get away early and pick him up from school, if not he would have to wait until Justin finished his shift at the diner. Much to Brian’s disappointment, Ryder’s meeting, and the afternoon dragged on. It was almost four o’clock before Brian was able to place a call to Justin’s cell phone. There was no answer.
The five o’clock traffic was unusually congested, as Brian tried unsuccessfully to hurry his way to Justin. It was after six o’clock when he reached the diner. Brian scanned the dinner rush crowd, but his baby was nowhere to be found. “Deb, where’s Justin!” he called over the noise.
“He’s not here today!” she called back.
Brian returned to the jeep. “Still playing games huh? I’m not going to chase you down, if that’s what you’re thinking.” he said to himself. He pointed the jeep in the direction of the loft, and headed for home.
Brian flung his keys on the desk, and checked on Ali. He promised himself that he was not going to check his messages again, but he did, still no word from Justin. Since he was already near his desk, he may as well try Justin’s number again. Brian slammed the phone back into its base when there was no answer. “Fuck you, spoiled brat! I know the fucking game he’s trying to play.” Brian said to Ali. “He thinks that he can manipulate me into one of those goddamn boring, hetero, monogamous relationships. I’m not falling for his shit!”
Brian stormed off to the bedroom, accidentally running his head into the wooden wind chimes Justin had hung over his bedroom doorway. “Fuck!” He snatched the chimes down, and tossed them across the living room. He proceeded to take off his suit, and was searching for a hanger when his eyes came upon Justin’s blue robe hanging near the back of the closet. Brian gently removed the silk garment from the rack. It still smelled of his baby’s cologne. Why couldn’t Justin be satisfied with the way things were? The rules were working, or so Brian thought. How was he suppose to know that Justin had been so unhappy? He never complained. Maybe they could have worked out some other type of arrangement. Brian’s thoughts were interrupted by the telephone. “Justin.”
“Hey, welcome back. How was Miami?” It was Michael.
“It was hot.” Brian said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
“What are you doing, want to hang out at “Woody’s” for a while?”
“Sure.” Brian said automatically. “Let me change, and I’ll meet you in an hour.”
Although Brian had every intention of meeting his friends, somehow the jeep ended up at Jennifer’s. He checked his watch before pushing the doorbell. It was still relatively early, only eight o’clock. Justin opened the door, and stepped out onto the porch.
“Hey, where’ve you been? I’ve been calling you every since I got back.” Brian moved in for a kiss, that Justin casually accepted on his cheek.
“I’ve been here, I just didn’t feel like answering the phone.” Justin said dryly. “How was Miami?”
“I had a good time, you should have been there with me.”
“Why, was there a shortage of blonde boys at “The White Party”?”
“No, I wouldn’t say that.” Brian smiled. “How was your weekend? Your mom said that you were away. Where did you go?”
“Out fucking, same as you.”
“In that case, you could have gone with me to Miami.”
“Why, so you could pass me around to every trick on the beach?”
“No, because you would have enjoyed yourself.”
“I doubt it. What do you want Brian? I’m not in the mood for a threesome, a foursome, or the baths.” Justin’s blue eyes were icy cold.
“Neither am I.” Brian said. “I thought maybe we could spend some time together, just the two of us.”
The teen entertained the suggestion for a hot second. “I don’t think so Brian. I’m beat, and I’ve got an early class tomorrow.”
“That never stopped you before.” Brian said.
Justin headed back inside the house. “That was before.” he said, without bothering to turn around.
The gang at Woody’s were eagerly awaiting Brian’s arrival. “There he is. Brian, over here!” Michael beckoned. Brian walked over, and took a seat with his friends.
“Looks like you managed to get a little sun.” Emmett noted. “How was Miami?”
“Forget the small talk, we want details of torrid threesomes on the beach, and orgies with sweaty tanned bodies?” Ted grinned.
“It was alright.” Brian said, ignoring Ted’s request.
“Just alright? Come on, you can do better than that.” Michael grinned.
“What do you want me to say? I flew to Miami, I fucked, and I came home.” Brian said.
“Did Justin go with you?” Emmett asked.
“No. He didn’t want to go. He had other plans.”
“Plans that didn’t include you? That’s a first.” Ted pointed out.
Michael jumped in. “Good, you probably had more fun without him anyway. “The White Party’s” no place for a kid.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Emmett disagreed. “I would think Brian’s hot little blonde would have been the hit of the party.”
“All the more reason not to take him, a man your age has to worry about the competition.” Ted joked.
“I wish you’d all just stay the fuck out of my business. Don’t you have lives of your own?” Brian stood up, and headed for the exit.
“Hey, wait up! What’s the matter with you?” Michael called to his friend as he caught up with Brian in the middle of Liberty Avenue.
“Did you see Justin this weekend?” Brian asked.
Michael shook his head. “No.”
“He wasn’t home.”
“Who cares where he was. You were in Miami with all those fabulous guys.” Michael grinned.
Brian’s mind was racing. Why wasn’t Justin taking any of his calls? They hadn’t seen each other all weekend, why wouldn’t Justin want to be with him? The teen had been cold, and unresponsive to his kiss, and it wasn’t like Justin to go out fucking, not without Brian anyway.
Michael continued to rattle on. “Don’t worry about him, you’re better off without him anyway. You know he’s just trying to tie you up in one of those boring, monogamous relationships. That’s not for Brian Kinney.”
Michael’s last sentence caught Brian’s attention. “Because Brian Kinney’s only good for a quick fuck.” Brian added.
“I didn’t say that, but you know how you are, no commitments, no apologies, no regrets. You don’t need a lovesick little twink clinging to your coat tails.”
“Who do I need Michael, you?
Michael didn’t answer
Brian sensed that something was terribly wrong. Justin was more than a little pissed about his frolic in Miami, he was actually hurt. Brian sped back to the suburban townhouse. It was almost eleven o’clock when his jeep rounded the corner onto the dimly lit block. All of the lights at Jennifer’s were off, except for the one coming from Justin’s room. Brian rang the bell, and once again Justin stepped out onto the porch
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.” Brian said.
“Why would you think that Brian?”
“Because we haven’t seen each other all weekend.”
“That was your decision.” Justin said.
“I told you to come with me. You’re the one who decided to back out at the last minute.” Brian reminded him.
“You gave me a choice. I could go with you, and watch you fuck every hot guy on the beach, or I could stay the fuck home.”
“I never said that.”
“Don’t try to hide behind words Brian, I know you. I know what you said, and I know what you meant.”
“I asked you to come to Miami to be with me. You said you didn’t want to go, so I went alone.” Brian was rapidly loosing his patience with the teen.
“You didn’t really want to be with me, you just wanted me to be your contribution to the party, kind of like a trade off. I’ll fuck yours, you can fuck mine.” Justin said.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Suddenly Tony’s words came pouring out of Justin’s mouth. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be so cavalier about sharing me.”
“Who the fuck have you been talking to?” Brian had come to the end of his patience. “Fine, if you want to stay here, and act like a spoiled little brat that’s up to you.”
Justin placed his hands on his hips. “How am I suppose to act Brian? I am a spoiled little brat.” he hissed in his most effeminate voice.
That did it. “Fuck you! I should have left your tight little ass on Liberty Avenue the first night I met you!”
Jennifer, and Molly came to the door. “What the hell is going on?” Jennifer asked, trying to keep her voice down.
“It’s that goddamn princess of yours!”
“Don’t you call me princess.” Justin growled.
“I must have been out of my fucking mind. I should have known better than to waste my time with a lovesick kid who can’t tell the difference between a trick, and a relationship!” Brian blasted.
“And I should have known better than to waste my time with a backroom whore!” Justin fired back.
“What did you call me, you little shit!”
“You heard me!”
Inquisitive neighbors were beginning to gather outside. Jennifer pushed Molly back inside the house “Justin, come inside.” she said.
“Do what your mommy says little boy!” Brian said mockingly.
“I will, and you can go do what Mikey says. You can hang out in bars, and backrooms, and fuck every guy standing in line while he watches, and fantasizes that it’s him. Michael was right, he said you’d never change. Just like the weekend before your heart attack, Michael told me that you were making the rounds at “Babylon”. Stupid me, I didn’t believe him. I told him you had been with me that night. That’s when he informed me that I had been only one of your many tricks that evening. That’s all I’ve ever been to you Brian, sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths, something to top off your evening.” Justin blurted out between tears.
The argument had taken a horrible turn that Brian wasn’t prepared for. “That’s not true Justin. I wasn’t with anybody else that night.” he said.
“DON’T LIE TO ME BRIAN!” Justin roared.
Jennifer took her son’s arm. “Justin, come inside.” she pleaded.
The teen was determined to finish his say. “I did everything, and everybody you wanted me to do, just to please you.” he sobbed. “No more Brian, I’m done. I deserve better.” Justin brushed his mother's hand away, and disappeared inside of the house.
Brian started after him, but Jennifer blocked his way. “Leave him alone.” she said. “I knew this was coming. You’ve had your fun with him, now go and find someone else’s child to hurt.”
Brian returned to the loft with the pain in Justin’s voice, and the hurt in his baby’s eyes forever embedded in his memory. As he twisted the cap off a new bottle of Southern Comfort, Brian recalled the words of wisdom one of his nameless tricks had given him. “The problem with open relationships is that you leave room for anyone to come in, or go out.” No truer words had ever been spoken. He and Justin’s open relationship had been his idea, now Brian was certain that Justin was seeing someone else. Worst yet, Brian had a gut wrenching feeling that someone was Anthony Massey, and this time Tony was not going to bring Justin back to him. Once again the words that had followed Brian all of his life had come back to haunt him “It’s all your fault, you brought this on yourself.” Brian took a long swallow of his drink, and silently scolded himself.
The despaired lover’s sorrow drowning was interrupted by the door buzzer. Brian knew it wasn’t Justin, and at that moment no one else mattered. When Brian didn’t answer, Michael used his keys to gain entrance to the loft. He found his friend pacing the floor, with a half empty liquor bottle in hand. “Go away Michael.” Brian said wearily.
“Brian, are you alright?” Michael approached cautiously. “I was worried about you, you were so pissed when you stormed off.”
Brian took another swallow of his drink, and slumped down onto the sofa. He lifted his hand to his face, and began to massage the area above his eyes. “I’m fine.” he said. “I’ve got some things on my mind. I need time to think.”
Michael sat down next to his friend. “It’s Justin isn’t it? Why is it always about Justin?” he sighed.
Brian looked at Michael. “You’ve hated Justin from day one.” he said. “You were fine as long as you thought he was just another trick, but you’ve been after him every since you found out that I cared about him. I know it was you who upset him. I know it was you who sent him running to Anthony Massey. Why the fuck did you do that Michael?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie. You deliberately hurt him. Why?”
Michael placed his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “I did it for you. He’s not for you Brian.”
Brian stood, and walked over to the loft entrance. He slid the steel door open, and turned to his friend. “Go home Michael.” he said. “Go to Ben, go back to “Babylon”, I don’t give a fuck where you go, I just don’t want to see you right now.”
Michael walked over and closed the door, before gathering his friend in his arms for a hug. “I couldn’t stand by, and let some kid manipulate you into something you don’t want.” he said. “You have a right to be who you are Brian.”
“Who am I Michael?”
Michael cupped his friend’s face, and kissed him. “You’re the hottest trick in Pittsburgh.” he smiled.
Brian put his hand around the back of Michael’s head, and snaked his tongue deep inside his friend’s mouth. At first Michael attempted to pull away, but Brian held him firmly. Using his body, he blocked Michael against the loft door, and quickly slipped his shirt over his head. Michael watched as his best friend tongued his way down the front of his body to the expanding bulge in his pants. Brian paused momentarily to flash his friend a sardonic grin, then proceeded to glide Michael’s pants, and briefs down around his ankles. Michael braced himself against the door as Brian stuffed his stiff meat into his mouth and dipped his tongue into the salty pre-cum. “Ooooooh .” Michael gasped as the hottest trick in Pittsburgh went to work.
Brian’s every movement was precision, calculated, deliberate, and effective. He sucked Michael’s cock with long smooth strokes, teasing the swollen head with his tongue. Over, and over he brought his withering prey to the brink of orgasm, only to slow down the pace, and prolong the sweet agony. Having toyed with Michael’s dick to his content, Brian abruptly stood up, and wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist. He held his friend tight, lifting him onto his tiptoes. “I’m going to fuck you.” Brian hissed.
Brian lead his friend to the bed. A stunned Michael willingly followed, too excited to resist the forbidden event that was about to take place. He laid on his back, and watched as Brian quickly undressed, and reached for a condom from the bedside table. Michael’s heart leaped as Brian ripped it open with his teeth, and unrolled it onto his dick. “Ummmmmm.” Michael groaned as Brian slowly entered him in one long, smooth stroke of his hips.
The skilled tactician’s eyes never wavered from Michael’s face. Brian was like a fucking machine, measuring his friend’s reactions, and adjusting his strokes accordingly. He leaned forward, lifting Michael’s legs even higher, and using his new leverage, plunged deeper into his friend’s willing ass. “Ooooh God!” Michael cried out, as his hands reached for Brian’s arms, the sheets, the bed, anything. Brian quickened his pace, withdrawing his dick all the way, and reentering before Michael’s slippery hole had a chance to relax. All the while Brian’s eyes remained fixed, and expressionless, as he concentrated on taking Mikey to a place he’d never been before.
Brian’s thrusts were reaching a feverish pace. He smiled slightly when Michael grabbed his cock, and began to jerk himself. “Oh.” Michael moaned. Brian fucked him harder. “Oh God.” Michael called. Brian fucked him faster. “Oooooh, ahhhh. Oooooh Briaaaan, Briaaaaan.” Mikey cried out as a series of hot cum jetted across his chest.
With mission accomplished, Brian released his panting prey. He stood up, and began walking toward the bathroom. Michael noticed that Brian’s dick was still fully erect. “Brian, what about you?” Michael managed between breaths.
Brian paused at the bathroom doorway. “You wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by the hottest trick in Pittsburgh? Well now you know.” Brian said without bothering to turn around.
Michael scrambled out of bed, and followed him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking a shower.” Brian said nonchalantly, as he stepped into the stall.
“But I thought...” Michael didn’t know exactly what he thought. At that moment he was at a lost for words. He walked back to the living room, and retrieved his clothes.
Brian soon appeared at the top of the bedroom stairs. “You’re still here?” he asked as he secured the ties of his robe.
“Brian, I...”
“Yoooooou what?” Brian growled. “I gave you the fuck that you’ve always wanted. That’s all I have for you Mikey, you’re not Justin. Lock the door on your way out.”