Sex, Lies, and Violin Music

~ Chapter 8 ~

Coming back to reality, Brian shook his head and calculated his next move. Right before the two "lovebirds" reached the door Brian made his move.

"Stop right there." Justin, who finally realized what was happening, looked imploringly at his lover. He was begging Brian with his baby-blue eyes to get him the fuck out of this situation. "Take your grubby hands off my boyfriend NOW!" Rage came to the rescue. Ethan spun around and glared at the superhero.

Whoa. The whole diner did a double take. Had Brian Kinney, the stud of Liberty Avenue, master of remaining emotionally unattached, staunch adherent to the "never the same ones twice" philosophy, just used the words 'my boyfriend' without preceding them with non-defined, non-conventional? Some people felt as if they were going to faint. Others began to cry. As it was, the Earth spun off of its axis. It, too, was shocked.

Ethan was angry. Kinney would not get in the way. He removed his slimy hand from Justin so that he could gesture towards Brian. As soon as his fingers slipped away from Justin, the blonde sprinted over to his non-defined non-conventional boyfriend. He wrapped his arms really tight around Brian's waist and refused to let go, even when Brian began to turn blue from lack of oxygen. Finally relenting a little after he thought Brian could be getting faint, Justin turned to face the angry violinist.

"What is the meaning of this?" the angry violinist asked, sounding like he belonged in a leather-bound nineteenth century novel. "I thought we were going to be together. We're meant to be, J, you and me. Forever and always"

"Do you see the man I'm hugging right now? Why in the world would you think I'd leave him for you?" The disgust in his voice could not be anymore obvious.

"Because you did it once before" Ethan reminded Justin.

Oh yeah. Justin had tried very hard to forget that particular egregious error in judgment so Ethan's not-so-kind reminder was unwelcome. Besides, that was one mistake he would never repeat.

"Yeah, well that is a mistake I will never repeat."

Ethan, for once, was speechless. What just happened here? One minute he and Justin are madly in love, the next minute Justin's running to Kinney? Something was definitely wrong. Justin must be brainwashed. That was the only rational explanation.

"What's with you, J? Kinney obviously has some kind of spell over you. Let's just leave right now and forget he ever arrived. We'll go home, make love, and forget we were ever separated."

Justin, along with all the dine customers, cringed. Picturing Ethan making love to anyone, especially their Boy Wonder, was not a thought any of them wanted to entertain.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Ethan!" the artist spat.

Ethan was near tears. He was used to getting what he wanted. "What about our love? It was supposed to last for an eternity."

Justin smiled. "Yeah, well eternities aren't as long as they used to be." Brian smirked and looked at Justin. That was not the first time those words were uttered.

Communicating with their eyes, Brian and Justin decided they'd had enough of this charade. They decided to blow the joint so they could go home and blow something else. Brian took Justin's hand and led him towards the door. This was the second time in 5 minutes Justin was being pulled out of the diner. This time, however, the man doing the pulling was the man he was supposed to be leaving with.

Ethan was dumbfounded. He looked rather like a thirsty dog with his mouth opened, tongue hanging out, breathing heavily. If one listened closely enough one could hear pitiful violin music wailing in the background. It's sad when violins are broken out for a violinist. The diner patron's pitied him for a moment. The more pathetic of them (therefore including Mikey) had hoped that Justin would leave with Ethan, leaving Brian alone and available. Most of them, however, were relieved that all was again right with the world as Justin and Brian were together and going home to fuck. A collective sigh swept through the diner as the musician made his way, head hung, out of the diner, never to be seen or heard from again.

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