Boys Like You
Following the chaotic scene at the office, Brian was mercifully excused for the day. He made his way through the late afternoon traffic, dreading the thought of going home. Brian slid the loft door open, and slowly stepped inside. The place was like a tomb, with artifacts of Justin in nearly every corner. Even though the teen never officially moved in, Justin had slowly taken over the space in the loft just as smoothly as he had taken over Brian’s heart. A shirt here, a sketchbook there, and before Brian knew it there was Captain Crunch cereal on his grocery list, and Mountain Dew soda in his refrigerator. Justin received calls on Brian’s phone, was on Brian’s tab at the corner market, and Gus always looked for “Baby” whenever he came to visit. Brian’s top dresser drawer now overflowed with Justin’s clothes, and the teen had at least four complete outfits hanging in the closet. Justin’s terry robe hung next to Brian’s in the bathroom. The water fountain on the nightstand, the small aquarium on Brian’s desk, Air Jordans next to the bed, and Justin’s state of the art lap top were all reminders that Brian had become accustom to having his baby around.
An exhausted Brian walked over to the fish tank to check on Ali. “Hi champ. I guess it’s just you, and me now.” he said. He sprinkled a few flakes of food across the water surface, then took a seat at his desk to watch the blue beta bob up, and down to feed. Brian took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Already physically drained, he could feel his spirit leaving him as well. In a final attempt to save his life, Brian tried Justin’s cell phone number one last time. His heart skipped a beat, or did it actually stop when his baby didn’t answer.
Brian went to the bedroom, and began to undress. He removed his tie, then his jacket, as he recalled the strip tease he had done for Justin just two nights ago. Brian could still see the wide smile on Justin’s face, and hear his baby call to him, “Take it off daddy”. God how he loved it when Justin called him daddy. The title was always preceding, during, or following something that made Brian smile. Brian could still remember the first time he, and Justin called each other by their pet names. The teen’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and Justin was ready to cum. “Ooooh god, fuck me daddy.” Justin had cried out, to which Brian replied, “Cum for daddy baby.” Hence, each had christened the other. Brian now wondered if Justin was calling Tony his daddy.
Brian finished undressing, and crawled into bed. He reached over, and pulled Justin’s pillow into a lover’s embrace. Ummmm, it still smelled of his baby’s cologne. Brian closed his eyes, and imagined Justin there with him snuggling up against his side, gently stroking his chest, his belly, his cock. Of all of the tricks who had graced Brian’s bed, none of them had ever touched him like Justin did. Brian recalled the first night they fell asleep together. He had awakened in Justin’s arms. The teen looked like a sleeping baby snuggling against his chest. Brian laid still as his eyes followed Justin’s hand up, then down the length of his body. The unfamiliar touch made him shiver, and try to move away, but Justin snuggled closer, and placed a soft kiss on his chest. Shit, just when he thought he was all cried out. Brian opened his eyes, and cried one more time.
Tony sat quietly behind his office desk, and waited as William Lennon glanced over the contract he had drawn up. “This is very generous Tony.” the potential buyer said. “The Plaza” is worth much more than this. What’s the catch?”
“There is no catch Bill.” Tony assured him. “I’ve taken on a new venture outside of the states. I’ll be leaving for Paris on Monday. I’ll be gone for a couple of months, and when I come back, I’m going to take some time off, and rest at my home in Chicago. I don’t plan on coming back to Pittsburgh ever again. That’s why I need to get rid of “The Plaza”, now.”
“You’ll be taking a substantial loss.”
“I don’t care.” Tony said. “If you’re not interested, I have several other buyers who are. I came to you first, because we’re old friends.”
William Lennon thought for a moment. “Today is Thursday.” he said. “Let me take this contract to my lawyer. I’ll draw up a check. If everything is in order, we can get together tomorrow afternoon to sign the papers.”
The gentlemen shook hands in agreement. “That sounds fine.” Tony said.
Tony took the elevator downstairs, and walked over to the open area lounge. He ordered a double scotch, then took a seat to admire yet another of his accomplishments. George Shickle had been right, The Plaza certainly did have his flair written all over it. From the carpeting on the floors, to the paintings on the walls, to the marble tile in the washrooms, Tony had selected the materials personally. Anthony Massey had a reputation for sparing no expense, and only accepting the best. That showed in everything he attached himself to, including Justin.
Who could have foreseen the bond that would grow between the two of them? Tony was only suppose to be a part-time fuck, Justin’s answer to Brian’s open relationship demand. At first Tony was amused by the sheer nerve of the teen. It took big balls to approach a man like Anthony Massey with such a proposition, but that’s exactly what Justin did. He made it very clear that he was attracted to, and felt comfortable enough to pursue a relationship with the older man. The teen’s expressed desire was both flattering, and endearing to the international playboy. Tony had agreed to their limited relationship out of curiosity, never expecting that he would come to love Brian’s little tomcat.
Tony took a sip of his drink, and smiled as he recalled the first few times they were together. Indeed Justin was a wild one. Just like the backroom whore who mentored him, the teen fucked like he was in an Olympic race. Tony certainly had his work cut out for him. Taming Justin was going to be a real challenge, but tame him was exactly what he did. Just like every venue Tony had undertaken, Justin now had Anthony Massey’s flair written all over him. Justin now fucked like Tony, moving his hips in a slow steady roll, that eased into a faster rock, then a combination of the two. The teen had learned when to cinch his muscles at precisely the right moment, and how to wiggle his ass just enough to tease the head of his lover’s cock. He could take his partner deep, or fuck him quick, and shallow. His touches were lighter, his kisses more deliberate, and strategically placed. While Brian was out fucking Pittsburgh, Tony had fucked his baby until there was barely a hint of Brian Kinney left in him.
The bedroom wasn’t the only place where Justin had changed. Justin now walked like Tony, with his shoulders a little broader, his head a little higher, and a definite Tony-like strut. The way the teen now gestured his hands, and maintained a straight eye contact when he spoke to you was pure Anthony Massey. From the way Justin now flung his suit jacket back, and placed his hands on his hips during a conversation, to the controlled tone of his voice, the young man with country club grooming had morphed into a refined young gentleman, very reminiscent of a younger Anthony Massey.
Justin had left his mark on Tony as well. The teen had taught the perfectionist, high powered entrepreneur how to slow down, and enjoy the small stuff. Justin reminded his older lover of the simpler, less complicated pleasures of life. It had been years since Tony took a date to the movies, or to an amusement park, and he hadn’t rented scary movies, and popped microwave popcorn since his college days. Justin taught Tony how to eat nachos without dropping the sauce on his designer suits, how to pick out who would be killed next in horror movies, and how to say the vowels during a long beer belch. Life was definitely not going to be the same without Tony’s princess.
Pittsburgh wasn’t going to be the same either. Tony had become accustomed to his, and Justin’s stolen afternoons together whenever he was in town. Justin would leave school, and come by The Plaza while Brian was still at work, and before his shift at the diner. It never failed, Tony would always fuck his princess to sleep, then lay back to watch Justin wrap his legs around him, and sweetly stroke his chest, his belly, and his cock as he napped. How would Tony ever forget the blonde tresses that always managed to tickle his face, Justin’s flawless, alabaster skin, or the sleek contours of his body. Would he ever again see anything as beautiful as Justin’s cherub-like face, and the radiant smile that always melted his heart? Tony reminded himself that Justin was nineteen, and fully capable of making his own decisions. Still the older man’s eyes welled with tears at the thought of the abuse his princess would surely suffer at the hands of Brian Kinney.
“Justin will you stop crying?” Daphne handed her best friend yet another tissue. “You should have known he was too good to be true.” she said. “If you ask me, Tony did you a favor. You couldn’t decide between him, and Brian, so Tony made the decision for you.”
“I love him Daph.” Justin whimpered between tears.
“I thought you loved Brian.”
“I do, I love them both.” Justin conceded.
“You can’t be in love with two people at the same time, it doesn’t work that way Justin. That’s why you’re sitting here using up my tissues.” Daphne opened a new box, and offered it to her friend.
Justin pulled out another tissue, and blew his nose. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” he said.
“You’re going to pull yourself together, go back to Brian, and keep your mouth shut. That’s what you’re going to do.” Daphne said with authority.
“What about Tony?”
“You have to forget about Tony!”
“I can’t.”
Daphne rolled her eyes, and lifted her hands in frustration. “I knew this was coming. I told you that someone was going to get hurt, and that someone turned out to be you.” she fussed “We could have avoided all of this shit if you had just put your foot down with Brian from the beginning. You knew you didn’t want an open relationship, but you went along anyway, and to complicate matters worse you had to drag Tony into the bullshit.”
Justin looked at Daphne through swollen, red eyes. “I don’t know if I can go back to Brian Daph.” he sniffed. “I don’t know if I can do his open relationship anymore.”
“Then you’re going to have to tell him.” she said.
“Tell him what, that Tony made me realize that I deserve more than what he’s willing to give me?” Justin sniffed. “Should I tell him how special Tony made me feel, how he was never grumpy, and how he always had a smile for me? Maybe I should tell Brian about all of the places Tony took me, and all the interesting people he introduced me to, and how proud I felt to be seen with him.”
Justin paused for another tissue, and wiped his swollen eyes again. “Daph.” Justin’s voice trembled just above a whisper. “Should I tell Brian how much I’m going to miss the feel of Tony’s arms around me, the smell of him, and the way he drove me crazy in bed? Oh god, should I tell Brian that Tony made me fall in love with him, by teaching me to love myself?”
Daphne pulled a tissue from the box, and wiped her own eyes. “No.” she sniffed. “Whatever happened between you and Tony, stays between you and Tony. Take it to your grave Justin.” she said. “Tell Brian that you’re not happy. Tell him that you’re worth more, and deserve more than a bullshit, open relationship. Tell him you’re going to leave him if he doesn’t do better.”
“That won’t work Daph. Brian doesn’t do ultimatums.” Justin sniffed.
“He will if he loves you, and if he won’t, then you run back to Tony as fast as you can, because Brian doesn’t deserve you.” Daphne said with authority. “Now listen up, here’s what you’re going to do tonight.”
Brian laid in his bed for hours, or was it just minutes? He had lost all track of time, but the dimly lit loft told him that night was rapidly approaching. Just like a vampire flees the sunlight, Brian knew that he had to flee the loft before nightfall. How was he going to make it through the night without Justin being there? Brian also feared that Michael would show up at any minute. He had called several times, and left messages on his answering machine. Fearing that Cynthia had informed him of the incident at the office, Brian had ignored them. The last person he wanted to hear from was his bleeding heart best friend, with a mouth full of I-told-you-so. Brian needed to go out, somewhere away from Babylon, where everyone expected to see him, and Justin together. The answer to grieving lover’s anguish suddenly rang his door buzzer.
Brian crawled out of bed, and found his robe before going to answer his door. Dear god, please don’t let it be Michael. “Who is it?” he called over the intercom.
“It’s me, Kevin.”
“Go away Kevin.” Brian said wearily.
“Open the door angel, I need to see you.” Kevin insisted.
Brian reluctantly buzzed the bell to allow Kevin’s entrance, then wiped his face with the sleeves of his robe. He slid the loft door open. “What do you want?” Brian asked.
Kevin walked inside, then turned to look at Brian. “I wanted to see if you were ok.” he said.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. Why is it so dark in here?” Kevin began to look around the room for the light switch.
Brian didn’t respond. He headed for the kitchen. “Can I get you something?” he asked.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Kevin said as he found the light switch.
Brian poured two Jack Daniels over ice, and walked one over to Kevin, who had taken a seat on the sofa. “I finished our presentation.” Kevin said. “We were a big hit. If things go as planned for the fall season, it should mean a big bonus check for each of us.”
“Thanks Kev.” Brian forced a smile, and took a seat next to his partner.
Kevin reached over, and gently stroked his fingers through Brian’s hair. “I’m sorry Brian.” he said. “I had no idea you, and Justin were serious. You said it was an open relationship, that’s why I didn’t think you cared about who Justin was fucking.”
“I don’t, not anymore.” Brian lied before downing his drink in one long swallow.
Kevin reclined against the arm rest of the sofa, and pulled Brian close to him. Brian closed his eyes, and rested his back against Kevin’s chest, welcoming the feel of a warm embrace. Kevin continued to stroke Brian’s hair. “You haven’t changed angel.” he whispered. “You’re still holding on to your fantasy that boys can love boys.”
“They can.” Brian uttered. “Justin loved me, but now he loves Tony, and Tony loves him.”
Kevin laughed. “Tony, in love? Please. I’ve known Tony for four years, I’ve seen him in action. Anthony Massey could make you look like a choir boy. Little boys like Justin don’t mean anything to him. He’ll give your boy back, you’ll see.” Kevin smiled.
Brian wasn’t encouraged. “It’s all my fault Kevin.” he said. “I’m the one who pushed Justin to Tony. I’m the one who insisted on an open relationship. I knew he didn’t want that.”
“Open relationships aren’t real relationships angel, that’s why boys like you insists on them, and hot little twinks like Justin agree to them.” Kevin chuckled. “It gives you the illusion of love, when in actuality all you’re really doing is hanging on to a good fuck.”
“Justin loved me, he only wanted to be with me. This all my fault.” Brian said again.
Kevin took a sip of his drink, and continued to slowly stroke Brian’s hair. “Don’t take yourself on a guilt trip angel. Justin may be a repeating piece of ass, but he’s no different than any other trick. He just wants to fuck pretty boys like you.”
“I’m not a boy anymore. I’m thirty years old Kevin. What happens to boys like me when they’re thirty five, or forty, or fifty? What happens when I can’t walk into the bar, and turn everyone’s head. What happens when no one wants to touch me?” Brian asked sadly.
Kevin finished his drink, and sat his glass on the floor beside the sofa. “Take my advice angel.” he said. “Find yourself a good woman who gives great head, and likes to take it up the ass. That’s what boys like you need. That way you can have the best of both worlds. When you’re in the mood for love, you can go to your wife. When you feel like a good stiff fuck, you can always find yourself a boy like Justin. Just slip him a few bucks, then do with him as you see fit, no strings attached, no apologies, no regrets.”
“I can’t do that, I can’t live that lie.” Brian’s voice trembled.
“You’d be surprised at what you can do angel. Boys like you are very resourceful when it comes to deception. How do you think you’ve managed to lure so many men into your bed? Fucking is all about deception, especially when it comes to women. They’re not like guys, once you fuck them they never want to leave you. They’ll love you no matter what, it’s that mother instinct. Love comes naturally to girls, boys on the other hand only love their dicks. That’s why we’re only good for fucking.” Kevin smiled. “Now listen up angel. We only have two more days together, I’ll be leaving on Sunday morning. Let’s not waste this Thursday night crying over a cheating little twink. Get dressed, we’re going to the leather ball at “Babylon” tonight.” Kevin playfully patted Brian’s chest, and attempted to get up, but Brian hesitated. Kevin looked at Brian’s face, and the tears that were just about to fall. “Aw angel.” he cooed. “You’re taking this way too hard.”
Kevin eased away from his position on the couch, and laid Brian flat. He leaned forward, and lightly brushed a kiss across the grieving lover’s lips, then watched as the tears trailed from the corner of Brian’s eyes, and down the sides of his face. Kevin smiled and slowly undid the tie on Brian’s robe. “I know what boys like you need.” he whispered. “Turn over angel, and let daddy give it to you.”