Date Night
Part 1
Brian reached across Kevin to the bedside nightstand. He picked up his watch, and looked at the time. “I have to go.” he said.
“Now?” Kevin whispered. “You don’t have to go now, do you angel?” Kevin wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist, and kissed his chest.
Brian pulled away from the unwelcome embrace. “It’s late, and don’t call me angel.” he said.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin rolled over onto his side, and watched as Brian got out of bed, and began to redress into his work clothes. “You’re always running away, you haven’t spent one night with me.” Kevin pointed out.
“You wanted it just like old times. As I recall you always had me home by seven.” Brian said.
“Not always, we had a few overnight stays.” Kevin reminded him. “Remember your junior trip to Springfield, and the weekend we spent together in Wisconsin?” Brian didn’t reply. He stood in front of the mirror, and began to button his shirt. “You’re a wonderful lover Brian, but then again, you always were.” Kevin said.
“Just like daddy taught me.” Brian said sarcastically
Kevin walked over and stood behind his protege. Once again he wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist. “I want to fuck you angel, just like old times.” he whispered in Brian’s ear.
Again Brian pulled away from Kevin’s embrace. “I don’t think so.” he said. “I’m the fucker, you’re the fuckee.”
“When did that happen? I can recall a pretty hot little bottom.” Kevin smiled.
“Treasure those memories Kev, I don’t bottom for anyone anymore.”
“Not even for Justin?”
“What Justin and I do is none of your business.” Brian snapped.
Kevin walked over to the bar, and poured himself a drink before returning to his seat on the bed. “When are you going to let me meet Justin? I hear he’s very beautiful, young, blonde, very fair, with gorgeous blue eyes.”
Brian’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How do you know so much about Justin?”
“Everybody knows about Justin, the young “King of Babylon” who captured the heart of the hottest stud in Pittsburgh. Your names are practically mentioned in the same breath all along Liberty Avenue.” Kevin said.
Kevin was right. With Brian well established as the hottest stud in Pittsburgh, everyone was curious about the sexy little blonde who had captured his heart. Whispers about Justin began the moment a beaming Brian lifted the beautiful boy into his arms in the middle of the dance floor. The never before seen sight was so shocking that the video operator focused in, and plastered their image across the giant dance floor screen. Added to the intrigue was the strange devotion the two seemed to have for each other. While Brian’s backroom antics were legendary, Justin never ventured in. He was content to remain at the bar, or on the dance floor, and Brian would always return to him.
Many tricks had seen Brian’s loft, a few had been allowed to stay overnight, fewer still had been allowed a sample of Brian’s baby, but no one had ever been invited to return. It was rumored that Justin held carte blanche to travel in, and out of Brian’s private domain. Some insisted that they had seen Kinney chauffeuring the teen around town, still others swore they had spotted the two shopping in trendy upscale shops. By gay lifestyle standards Brian, and Justin were a couple, indeed the royal couple of Babylon.
“I thought maybe you, me, and Justin could have a little party together before I leave.” Kevin suggested.
“You thought wrong.” Brian frowned.
“Don’t get upset Brian, I didn’t mean any harm. I only ask because you’re such a party-boy yourself, I just assumed that your Justin was like you.” Kevin took a sip of his drink.
“Forget it Kevin, Justin’s not a party-boy.” Brian returned to the mirror, and continued dressing.
“Bullshit, he’s with you isn’t he? Who loves dick any more than you Brian?” Kevin shook his head, and smiled. “You always amazed me.” he said. “It never mattered to you how many tricks there were, you could handle them all. Why wouldn’t I expect your Justin to be as gifted as you? I’ll bet if you ask him, he’d be up for it.”
Brian headed for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said.
The Plaza’s new air conditioning system was not functioning properly, and repairs were taking way too long. Tony made the decision to fly to Pittsburgh that Tuesday morning, and deal with the unscrupulous contractors personally. The motherfuckers had one day to get the system running properly, and they could forget any thoughts about receiving overtime pay. After uncharacteristically raising his voice to the company’s owner, Tony was on his way back to penthouse four when he heard a familiar voice. It was Kevin McLauren. Tony had met Kevin four years ago when Kevin’s former company had contracted Anthony Massey to assist with its reconstruction. While Tony didn’t particularly care for Kevin personally, he was never one to burn business bridges.
“Tony, I thought that was you. What are you doing in town?” Kevin greeted his former associate.
“I’m here on business. What about you? Don’t tell me you’ve moved back to the Pitts.” Tony shook Kevin’s hand.
“I’m here on business too, I’m with “Brown Athletics” now.”
“Really? Congratulations, that’s a good company.” Tony smiled. “Are you staying here at “The Plaza”?”
“Are you kidding? Mr. Brown doesn’t spring for five star hotels, I’m staying at “The Willshire”. I come to “The Plaza” for breakfast. Have you tried the Dutch apple pancakes here? They’re fantastic.” Kevin raved.
“I’ve had them a few times.” Tony said.
“Are you staying here?”
“Yes I am.” Tony didn’t let on that he owned the place.
“Have you got a few minutes? I’ll buy you breakfast.” Kevin offered.
“I’ve already eaten.” Tony lied.
“Then let me buy you coffee.” Kevin insisted.
Tony begrudgingly took a seat at Kevin’s table, and signaled the waitress. “So what do you do at “Brown’s Athletics”.” he asked politely.
“I’m in charge of promotion, and marketing. I’m here working with a new agency, “Vanguard Advertising”. Have you heard of them?”
“I know of them. I’ve never used the agency myself.” Tony said. He turned to the waitress. “Coffee, black please.”
Kevin continued. “They have a new hot-shot partner by the name of Brian Kinney. He must have impressed the pants off of Mr. Brown. Kinney got him to contract with “Vanguard” for a year.”
“He must be a very talented man.” Tony said.
“Extremely talented, if you know what I mean.” Kevin smiled.
Tony knew exactly what Kevin meant. Kevin was a classic horn-dog closet case with wife, and kid at home, and constantly on the prowl for casual, gay sex when he was away on business. Tony had graciously gotten out of fucking Kevin over the years by insisting that he never fucked his clients. Even so Kevin still hounded Tony into accompanying him to gay bars, and for the sake of business, Tony had indulged him.
The waitress returned with Tony’s coffee. The two men spent the next hour chatting about work, Kevin’s wife and daughter, and the untimely death of George Schickle. Finally, as Tony had anticipated, Kevin brought the conversation around to sex.
“You should see this Brian Kinney, talk about hot.” Kevin grinned. “He’s tall, slim, gorgeous auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a mouth you’d never get tired of kissing.”
Tony sighed, and took a sip of coffee. “You haven’t changed.” he smiled.
“There’s more.” Kevin grinned. “He has a hot little blonde who turns tricks with him. Tuesday night is what they call “date night”. That’s when they pick up some lucky fucks, and take them home for the night.”
The smile faded from Tony’s face. “How do you know that?” he asked.
“Everybody knows that. They call them the royal couple of “Babylon”. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Kevin said. “I happen to know Brian personally. I’ve been fucking him almost every evening since I’ve been in town.”
“That’s asking for trouble.” Tony warned. “Not only is it unethical, you’re bending over for a major sexual harassment suit.”
“Brian’s not just a business associate. I’ve been fucking him since he was fourteen. He was one of my students when I use to teach physical education, I taught him everything he knows.” Kevin boasted.
“Fourteen, your student? Jesus Christ.” Tony shook his head, and took a sip of his coffee.
“Come on Tony, you make it sound like a bad thing. Don’t try to pretend that you’ve never turned out a twink.” Kevin said.
“There’s a big difference between a twink, and a kid, under eighteen is a kid.” Tony reminded him. “Shit Kevin, fourteen isn’t even a kid, that’s a baby.”
“I’m telling you Tony, Brian was no ordinary baby, this baby was ready. Brian was like a little tomcat, he couldn’t get enough. He was turning tricks two, and three at a time by the time he was fifteen. That’s why I know his Justin has to be a hot one. I’ve asked Brian to bring him over for a little party one night before I leave. Would you like to come?”
“I don’t think so Kevin, that doesn’t sound like my kind of scene.” Tony said.
“I’m telling you Tony, it’ll be a great time, a real win, win situation for everybody. Brian gets the deal, we slip the kid a few bucks, and we all go home well fucked, and happy. How about it?”
“Count me out.” Tony stood to leave. “I have to get back to work .”
“Suit yourself.” Kevin said. “What are you doing tonight, why don’t you meet me at “Babylon”? Maybe if you see Brian, and his hot little boy you’ll change your mind about the party. Hell it’s Tuesday, maybe we’ll even get lucky.”
Justin took one last look in the mirror. He turned around, and smoothed the back of the pale blue, silk robe Brian had bought for him. His lover would be home soon, and the teen had plans for the evening. He walked over to the kitchen, and checked the cabinet. The microwave popcorn was still on the shelf. Justin then checked the fridge, and was pleased to find it was well stocked with chilled Mountain Dew soda, bottled water, and imported beer. He rushed over to the front door when he heard the sound of Brian’s keys. “Hey partner.” Justin smiled as he wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck, and pulled him over for a kiss.
Brian hugged him tight, and kissed him back. “Mmmmm, you feel good.” he sighed. Brian quickly shut the door, and kicked his briefcase aside. He hoisted Justin into his arms, and laughed as the teen locked his legs around his waist. “Now that’s what I call a homecoming.” Brian chuckled as he carried Justin off to the bedroom. The teen stretched out on the bed to watch the familiar ritual of Brian undressing. Brian always began with his tie, even before the jacket, which was always the second piece to come off. Brian looked at the wide grin on Justin’s face. “What are you up to?” he smiled.
The teen reached over to the nightstand, and clicked on the Bose stereo. Justin pumped up the volume to The Rolling Stone’s “Miss You” and perched himself in the middle of the bed. He picked up the beat, and began to sway. “Take it off daddy.” he called to Brian.
Ever the exhibitionist, Brian broke into a full scale striptease. He danced around the bedroom unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off, and flung it over Justin’s head. He rolled his hips, as he unbuckled his belt, then glided it from around his waist. Brian turned his back to the teen as he unfastened his pants. He looked over his shoulder at Justin, and smiled as they shimmied down around his ankles. “Oh yeah!” Justin cheered him on.
Justin found his wallet, and pulled out a dollar. He placed the bill in his mouth, and positioned himself on all fours on the bed. Brian wiggled his way over, and allowed his baby a peek down the top of his briefs, as he accepted the gratuity. Justin reached for his lover’s cock, but Brian laughed, and rolled his hips away. The teen pulled out another dollar, and resumed his position on the bed. Once again, Brian shimmied over, and accepted the gratuity. This time he allowed Justin to slide his briefs past his hips.
Brian lifted his cock, and cupped the back of his baby’s head. “Ooooh yeah.” he cooed as Justin lavished his balls with wet kisses. Justin looked up at his lover, and snaked his tongue. Brian caught his baby’s signal, tilted the teen’s head back, and inserted his cock into Justin’s awaiting mouth. “Ummm baby.” Brian moaned, as he watched his swelling meat sliding in, and out of Justin’s plump lips. He could feel Justin’s tongue sweep across the underside of his cock, before teasing the tip of the gland.
“Oh shit.” Brian hissed, as Justin eased over onto his back, and hung his head over the edge of the bed. The teen relaxed his throat, and took his lover deep over, and over, without as much as a gag. Brian fought to control himself, keeping his thrusts to a minimum, as not to choke his boy. When he couldn’t take it any longer, Brian abruptly withdrew and finished himself off . Justin giggled underneath him as Brian sprayed his baby’s chest with creamy spunk.
The older man collapsed onto the bed, and looked over at Justin. “Your turn.” Brian panted.
He reached for Justin’s cock, but the teen pulled away. “That was for you.” Justin smiled “I’ll have mine later.”
“Good, we’d better hurry, and get dressed. It’s Tuesday night.” Brian grinned.
Justin climbed on top of Brian. The teen kissed the side of his lover’s neck, and nipped his throat. “Let’s stay home tonight.” he cooed. “I rented “Night of The Living Dead”, the black and white one. We could make microwave popcorn, drink “Mountain Dew”, curl up in each other’s arms, and scream together.”
“I don’t like “Mountain Dew”.” Brian reached over, and turned off the music.
“Then you can have beer.” Justin purred.
“I knew you were up to something.” Brian said. He gave Justin’s butt a firm smack. “Come on, let’s go.”
“I’m not in the mood for a “date night”.” Justin said.
Brian scrambled out from underneath his young lover, and sat on the side of the bed. “You’re always in the mood.” he said.
“I’m always in the mood for you Brian, not for all those other guys. Let’s stay home tonight.”
“Come on baby.” Brian whined. “Just one night a week, that’s all I ask for, the rest of the week I’m yours.”
“Why is it that I’m yours every night, but you have certain nights when you don’t want to be mine?” Justin asked.
Brian rolled his eyes. “Here we go again.”
“Can’t you just do what you have to do in the backroom, then come home?” Justin suggested.
“It’s not the same.” Brian leaned over, and kissed Justin’s neck. “Come on baby, you know how I love to watch you.” He purred close to the teen’s ear.
Justin pulled away. “No Brian, I’m not going to “Babylon” tonight.” he said conclusively.
Brian attempted to compromise. “Ok, you stay here, and I’ll pick the dates for tonight.” he suggested.
Justin stood his ground, and issued his ultimatum. “I’m not fucking anybody else tonight Brian. We can either stay home, or you can have your loft, and your dates all to yourself. What’s it going to be?”
The idea of having a date night all to himself didn’t seem like such a bad idea at first. Babylon was filled to the brim that particular Tuesday night, with gorgeous men who had ventured out to enjoy the unusually hot spring night. Brian’s first stop was the backroom, where he fucked a moderately attractive blonde, and turned down two offers for blowjobs. He then took his usual place at the bar, to select the lucky fucks for the evening. Hum, maybe this was going to be more difficult than anticipated. Brian had already done most of the regular crowd, and there wasn’t anything new, and interesting catching his eye. Wait a minute, he may have spoken too soon. There was something tall, and slender near the other end of the bar. Dark hair, muscular shoulders, nice ass, definitely worth a closer look. Brian sauntered over to his potential prey. “Tony?”
“Brian, hello.”
“Hello yourself. I’m glad to see you’re still up and about. How’s your jaw?” Brian asked mockingly.
Tony rubbed the side of his face. “I don’t think I’ll need plastic surgery.” he said.
“That’s a matter of opinion.” Brian signaled the bartender for a drink. “So what brings you to these lower depths? I thought this scene was beneath you.”
“I’m here with an associate.” Tony said. “He likes to visit the clubs when he’s away on business. You know the kind, devoted husband, and father when he’s at home, gay as a prom queen when he’s away.” Tony took a sip of his scotch.
“How’s “The Plaza”?” Brian asked.
“It’s doing very well, thanks for asking.” Tony said.
‘So why are you here?”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you up to Massey? You’re not circling Pittsburgh like a buzzard for nothing.” Brian’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“I’m in town on business.” Tony said.
“Come on Tony, you don’t really expect me to believe that shit do you?”
“I really don’t give a fleeting fuck what you believe.” Tony chuckled, and took another sip of his drink.
“Let’s see.” Brian pondered. “You couldn’t take Justin from me, my guess is that now you’ll try to buy him.”
“Is he for sale? Don’t tell me you’re pimping him now.”
Brian laughed.
“Why do you insult me Brian? Honestly, to imply that I would try to buy Justin, what kind of a man do you think I am?”
“A desperate one.” Brian said. “I suppose I can’t blame you though. A gentleman of your advanced years has to use all of his resources to get laid.” Brian took a sip of his drink.
“It’s good to have resources, otherwise I might have to stoop to getting my dick sucked in backrooms.” Tony fired back.
“I love you when you’re all prim, and proper.” Brian said sarcastically.
“So does Justin.” Tony smiled. “Speaking of Justin, where is our beautiful boy tonight?”
“MY BOY is where he belongs, at home in MY bed.” Brian lied. Brian downed the last of his drink, and sat the glass on the bar. “I’d love to stay, and chat with you Tony, but I’m on a little search and destroy mission.” he said. “By the way, if you can’t get lucky here, I’m told there’s a tearoom about three blocks over from Liberty Avenue, on Canal Street. I hear they cater to gentlemen your age there. I’ll tell Justin you said hello.” Brian smiled.
A seething Tony watched as Brian disappeared into the sea of dancers. Tony was relieved to find out that Justin hadn’t been with him. Maybe Kevin was wrong. Perhaps the teen had finally realized his worth, and refused to participate in Kinney’s sick games. Suddenly another thought came to mind, what if Justin was at the loft awaiting whatever fate Brian dragged home for the night? Tony’s hands were tied. There was nothing he could do to stop Brian without betraying his arrangement with Justin. Defeated, he exited Babylon to his awaiting limo, and returned to penthouse four at The Plaza.
The furious lover flung his shirt over the bedroom chair, and quickly slipped out of his pants. He could still see the smirk on Brian’s face just before he sauntered away. “Bastard!” Tony swore out loud. He proceeded to the washroom, and turned on the shower. Maybe the soothing warm water would calm his temper down. God he could have choked the shit right out Brian, or at the very least slapped the smug look off of his face. Tony closed his eyes, and raised his face to the water. He finished his shower, and walked back to the bar in the living room. This was great, not only was the fucking air conditioning still acting up, now he was out of ice. Tony picked up the phone. “Will you get some goddamn ice up here now please?” he barked at room service. “Shit.” Tony slammed the receiver down. He tied his robe, and walked over to the glass patio doors. “I hate this fucking town.” he hissed, as he looked out over the Pittsburgh skyline.
The knock on the door came even sooner than expected. “Come in.” Tony instructed without bothering to turn around. “Just leave it on the bar.”
“Hi Tony.”
Tony turned around. “Justin, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Justin held up the key card Tony had given him over two months ago when they accidentally ran into each other at Nordic Hills. “You gave this to me, remember?” he smiled.
“I remember, but how did you know I was here?” Tony asked.
“I telephoned the front desk. That’s ok isn’t it?”
“Of course it’s ok. Are you alright, is something wrong?”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“It’s one o’clock in the morning.”
“I don’t have any classes now. School is out for summer break, and I took a week off from the diner.” Justin said. “Do you like scary movies?”
“What?”
Justin held up the CD box. “I rented “Night Of The Living Dead”.”
“Is that the black and white one?” Tony asked.
“Yep.” Justin smiled.
Brian returned to the loft empty handed. He removed his clothes, and reached into the nightstand drawer for a joint. Brian lit it, and inhaled deeply, as he stretched out on the bed. Some date night, he had already been with anything worth having at Babylon. Maybe it was time to venture into new territory. He hadn’t been to The Meat Hook leather club in a while, then again Brian had to consider Justin. The Meat Hook crowd was still a bit too raw for his baby to handle. Brian took another hit of his joint, and laid his arm over on Justin’s side of the bed. God how he missed his baby. He looked at the bedside clock, it was almost three thirty. If Justin were there, the teen would be wrapped around his side by now stroking Brian’s chest, his belly, his cock, and softly kissing his neck, his throat, his chest. Brian picked up the phone, and dialed Justin’s cell phone number.
A sleeping Justin stirred in Tony’s arms, as the phone began to ring. Tony picked it up, and checked out the caller ID as the teen stroked his chest, his belly, his cock, and softly kissed his neck, his throat, his chest. “Ummmmmm Tony.” Justin sighed.
Tony smiled, turned off the ringer, and laid the phone back down.