Sex, Lies, and Violin Music

~ Chapter 4 ~

Considering how much time Justin and his ass had been spending at the loft, Brian was a little surprised that Justin or his ass hadn't set foot in the loft since they left for Justin's shift at the diner at 9am. It was now 10pm. Brian, of course, wasn't worried. How silly would it be to even suggest that? He decided that his only course of action would be to get dressed in his best fuck-me outfit and go prowling. He knew a nameless trick would help to take his mind off of…off of absolutely nothing. What was there to take his mind off of? He wasn't worried or anything. The fact that he had to take his mind off of taking his mind off of nothing did disturb him a little. He decided to push all that *stuff* into the back of his mind and get dressed. Just as he motioned to get off the bed and turn on the lights, he heard the loft door slide open.

"Brian? Are you there?" Justin suspected Brian had already hit the bars. It was, afterall, Friday night. Brian was never home on a Friday night. The fact that all the lights were off seemed to confirm Justin's suspicions that his lover had, indeed, gone out. Sighing, the blonde made his way up to the bedroom. He nearly fell back down the stairs when he saw his lover's lanky form sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Jesus!" Justin breathed heavily.

"I'm glad you've finally come to accept that I am your lord and savior," Brian zinged. His weak attempt at humor did not go unnoticed by his young lover. Justin decided to take advantage of all this talk about saviors and segue into all that shit about Ethan.

"Speaking of saviors, I have something I need to talk to you about." Brian's curiosity was definitely piqued. He didn't forget that he had, uh, not been worried about Justin's whereabouts but he decided to give blondie the benefit of the doubt. Afterall, the sooner Justin got off whatever was on his silky smooth chest, the sooner Brian could run his tongue over said silky smooth chest. Giving Justin his best I'm-listening-so-regale-me-with-your-tale face, Brian perked his ears and did actually listen.

"I have a slight, um, problem; a problem that I think you might be able to help me with because you have some experience in the area, although to a MUCH lesser degree." Justin started playing with the cowry shell bracelet, that Brian had begun wearing again, on his lover's wrist. He couldn't look him in the eye yet. Brian was growing impatient.

"Spit it out already! Since when are you ever at a loss for words?"

"Alright, alright. Do you remember when an incredibly cute, intelligent, luminous young man frequently sought your attention? Some people may have unfairly referred to this endearing boy as your stalker?" Brian's expression, the patented Kinney tongue-in-cheek smirk, suggested that he did, indeed, remember the lad of whom Justin was speaking, just slightly differently.

"I remember an obnoxious, annoying, bratty snot who followed me around constantly," Brain snarked.

Unphased, Justin ignored the brunette's remark and continued. "Well this young man who may or may not have stalked you at one point seems to have a stalker problem of his own. Only this stalker is not nearly as cute, intelligent, luminous, or endearing as your stalker was." The former stalkee raised his eyebrows. So Sunshine's getting a taste of his own medicine. Brian found that amusing. Only he didn't. Who the fuck was stalking Justin? He hoped for Justin's sake he was hot. Only he didn't.

"Who the fuck is stalking you? Is he hot?" Justin found that remark amusing. Only he didn't.

"Um noooooo. He's not hot, but don't tell him that. He'd certainly disagree with you." Hmm. Justin's stalker appeared to be arrogant. Arrogant and not hot. Brian didn't like the conclusion those arrows were drawing.

Not one to jump to conclusions, Brian said, "It's your fiddle player, isn't it? Ian is stalking you?"

"Please Do Not call him *my* fiddle player. And his name's Ethan, not Ian." Ok, so perhaps correcting Present Lover on Previous Lover's name was not the smartest move at that present juncture. Brian seemed to agree.

"I don't give a fuck what the ukulele player's name is. What I want to know is why the fuck is he stalking you?" Justin, intelligently, did not point out that Ian, uh Ethan, in fact plays the violin, not the ukulele. He was pretty sure Brian was aware of that anyhow. So he decided the best course of action was to answer the question.

"Well it seems that Monsieur Gold is still harboring a little crush on me. I mean, can you really blame him? I AM hard to get over." Brian, again, was not amused. Probably because he couldn't really blame Monsieur Gold, for not getting over Justin. But fuck him if he'd ever let Justin know that!

"No, I suppose I can't blame him for not getting over you." Wtf?? He looked around to see who had said that. Whoever it was sounded an awful lot like himself. Seeing no one in the room but a wide-eyed Justin and himself, Brian decided to continue as though he hadn't said anything uncharacteristic at all. "I can blame him for stalking you. Even if maybe it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine." There! Take That! Justin took it, alright, and fuck Brian if the blonde wasn't fucking beaming.

Reaching up to run his fingers through his lover's auburn hair, Justin whispered, "I knew you missed me while I was gone." Ok, Justin, stop right now. Don't rub it in. "I bet you were miserable without me and just sat in the loft all day pining after me, staring at a picture of me all day long and crying yourself to sleep every night" Justin surmised that since he was still alive he hadn't actually uttered that last statement out loud. He decided to take advantage of his good fortune and press forward. "The question is how do I get rid of him?"

"Perhaps I am not the best person to ask. I couldn't exactly shake *my* stalker." Brian lightly caressed his young lover's check and Justin suddenly wondered why he hadn't previously considered that. Well, nevermind that now. He HAD asked him so now they were going to come up with a plan. "Lucky for you I have a plan," Mr. I-Couldn't-Shake-My-Stalker said. Justin sometimes wondered if his much, much older lover did in fact have superhero powers because sometimes he really thought Brian could read his mind.

"You do?" Justin questioned, a little too questioningly for his genius lover.

"Yes, Sunshine, I do. My plan is to fuck your brains out until you forget that you ever met that sorry excuse for a musician." Ok, so maybe Brian didn't have mind-reading capabilities. Not that it was a bad plan. Brian was, afterall, a superhero in the sack. Justin supposed scheming to get Ethan out of his life could be put on hold until morning…

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