Sex, Lies, and Violin Music

~ Chapter 5 ~

Freshly fucked and armed with a fool-proof that he and Brian had come up with last night, in between fuck sessions, Justin made his way out into the world. The day was already proving to be glorious. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was fresh. Ok, Ok, so it was the middle of February, snow covered the ground, and there weren't any birds from here to Florida. But it sure felt like a bright spring day. Today would be the day that Justin would be rid of his stalker problem. Looking back on it Justin knew he should have known that his fool-proof plan, though fool-proof indeed, was not genius-proof. But right then, Justin felt like he had the world at his feet.

Skipping gayly down the sidewalk, ok, walking normally down the sidewalk (cut him some slack, he was in a very chipper mood), Justin was running over the plan in his head. Slightly preoccupied, it could be excused that Justin ran smack-dab into someone. Unlucky for him that *someone* happened to be the President of the Young Stalkers of America Club. Justin wondered if such a club actually existed. Then he realized he was being ridiculous and turned to focus his attention on the President of the YSAC.

"Ethan! Just the man I've been looking for." Make him think you want him back, Brian had said last night. Justin was surprised he remembered the first step of the plan considering Brian had come up with it while he was stroking Justin's dick.

Ethan was surprised Justin had come around so quickly. He knew all Justin needed was a little time to come to his senses and then he'd come crawling back. Once you experienced Ethan, there was no going back. "Why Justin! Fancy meeting you here! I suppose it's just a coincidence that you are walking(normally) down my street?" Ethan had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He knew damn well it was no coincidence. Justin had come for some Ethan-lovin' and who was Ethan not to comply? Ok, so he could not comply if he wanted. He was, afterall, Ethan Gold. If you remove the 'l' from Gold you have God. And God can do whatever he wants, or doesn't want to do. He was also selfless. If Justin wanted some hot Ethan-lovin' God, uh, Gold was charitable enough to provide it.

Ethan grabbed Justin the Lucky Bastard, and started leading him into his apartment building. "Uh, what are you doing?" the Lucky Bastard asked.

"Didn't you come over here because you realized what a big mistake you made leaving me and now you want to beg my forgiveness? I thought the begging could commence in OUR bed."

Justin cringed inwardly. He knew there was a reason he never bought that Machiavellian the ends justify the means crap. It was because the means were too damned painful. But, he also knew no pain no gain. Alright, enough with the sayings.

"Yes, Ethan, I did come here to ask (he couldn't bring himself to say beg) for your forgiveness. But I want to take it slow. That way our *reunion* will be so much sweeter. I mean, good things happen to those who wait." Justin suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He was spouting off cheesy proverbs AND trying to convince Ethan that he wanted him back. Maybe this would be a long day. "Why don't we go to the diner and grab a bite to eat before we hit the sack." Justin flashed his irresistible Sunshine smile. He knew Ethan couldn't resist his irresistible smile. The pair walked towards the diner. Isn't it amazing how everything in Pittsburgh is within walking distance?

_____________________________Meanwhile back at the loft…____________________________

Brian had just finished the last phone call. The gang had all agreed to the plan. Well, of course they had agreed. It *was* Brian who had asked them to participate. They practically salivate at the opportunity to help Brian out. Ok, maybe not Everyone. Mel didn't seem to thrilled, but then again she is 6 months pregnant. Ted didn't have the opportunity to be thrilled because he is still in rehab. Emmet wasn't thrilled about anything lately. Ben has been a little pissy because his new book didn't get great reviews. Still, everyone was willing to help, even if Mikey and Lindsey and Hunter (who viewed this as an opportunity to get into Brian's very form-fitting pants) were the only ones who were actually thrilled about it.

It was agreed. They would all stop by the diner within the next hour. They wouldn't all come at once because that would be too obvious. Mel and Linds would arrive with Gus's stroller in tow, though it couldn't be guaranteed that Gus would actually be in the stroller. Sometimes they forgot about him. Then Mikey and the Professor would mosey on in. Emmet would bounce in soon afterwards, and finally Brian would make his grand entrance. The star of the show took a minute to reflect on how important his friends were to the plan and how he couldn't pull this off without them. It's a good thing none of them really have lives and they just sit around waiting for the phone to ring. Moment of reflection over, Brian knew it was time for him to get ready to put their, rather *his* plan into effect. He had to look perfect, not that he didn't always look perfect. He just had to look extra perfect today.

Brian knew his plan would work. Ian had already proven that he puts his career before love. Brian's mind reluctantly flashed back to that night at Babylon. He was receiving a half-assed blow job, though to be fair, all his blow jobs recently had seemed half assed. He wouldn't venture a guess as to why that was. Anyway, he remembered seeing Justin storm towards and told his dick attachees to "fuck off'. He remembered telling Justin that he couldn't expect someone to give up everything for a piece of blonde boy ass. If only he had known what lay ahead of him.

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