Gayboy Mansion

“Hey, Bri.”

Brian looked up and saw Ted hovering in his doorway and scowled. Not only did he hate being called ‘Bri’, he hated it even more when someone used it to infer a friendship they did not have.

“What?” he asked curtly. It didn’t pay to rip him a new asshole, again, when Brian knew one of the firm’s partners was just around the corner. For some reason, everyone in the firm liked Ted, the recovering crystal queen. Since he’d stopped embezzling from their accounts. How the fuck do you forgive something like that? It was probably pity, the guy really was fucking pathetic, but that had no effect on Brian. Pity made his dick soft.

What had a more positive effect on Brian’s dick was Ted’s fucking club connections. Jesus, who would’ve thought every suggestion Ted made, unsolicited of course, actually panned out to be the scene for that weekend. Brian had only been in California a month, but he’d had the best sex of his life since meeting Ted.

Christ. He was pathetic.

“You see that guy that just left?” Ted asked. “He thinks you’re hot. I told him we’re cool and he said you can come to the party tonight.”

Brian had seen Ted’s lunch date. The guy was so flaming Brian was surprised he didn’t spontaneously combust. Definitely not someone he cared to ‘party’ with. Brian liked his men with balls.

“Pass,” he retorted.

Ted just smiled indulgently at him and Brian’s eyes narrowed. He hated when Ted got that look. It meant he was about to owe him again. Shit.

“You don’t know who he is, do you?” Ted asked.

Brian slammed his desk drawer shut and stood, stuffing files into his briefcase for the last meeting of the day. “Some of us actually work here, Ted. Get to the point.”

“He owns The Park in West Hollywood.”

Brian had heard of it, the Queen’s Scene. If you were one.

“The Gayboy Mansion of WeHo,” Ted added when Brian didn’t react.

“Yes, I know what you’re talking about,” Brian huffed. “Pass,” he repeated as he pushed Ted out of the way.

“No, I mean it really is a replica of Hefner’s place.”

Brian grimaced. The thought of Hef’s Hetero Heaven made his stomach roll.

“Though, obviously, Em’s has bronzed balls instead of tits,” Ted smirked in response. “And you have an all access pass tonight. My treat.”

Brian blinked at him. It was easy enough to wander around L.A., checking out clubs by word of mouth, but just like getting blown, some mouths were better than others. Still, getting off was getting off when you needed it, and he could always manage for himself. He didn’t need Ted that badly. For Fuck’s sake, he still had a trick or two up his own sleeve.

“Come on, you’ll love it,” Ted encouraged. “It’s where I met my boyfriend. He was a Gayboy,” he told Brian proudly. “You might--”

“I don’t do boyfriends,” Brian snarled.

Ted wisely backed off. “Well, if you change your mind, call this number. Ben will set you up.”

***

The clubs Brian decided to check out on his own that night turned out to be lamer than Ted’s wardrobe. As he cruised further along the strip he found himself getting closer and closer to The Park and he finally gave in and called the number on the card Ted had given him.

***

The Park used to be a hotel that Emmett Honeycutt bought when his much older lover passed and left him a fortune. It had the same lion head and cherub fountain as the Playboy mansion in the front entrance and the first floor had been remodeled to look as much like the Hefner estate as possible. The oak paneling of the living room, dining room, and library was duplicated, as well as the green tile floor and bamboo furniture of the breakfast room and the twin balustrade staircase of the Great Hall.

The second and third floors were redesigned to entertain guests with an indoor pool, jacuzzi, sauna, pool hall, gym, bar, dance club, and screening room. The fourth floor was the media area where live web casts, video shoots, and photo spreads took place so guests could pretend they were real porn stars. And the fifth and sixth floors were left as hotel rooms for the guests and staff.

Despite all that was offered inside, the biggest attraction was the outdoor pool on the roof that featured the Gayboys themselves. Eight wet naked twinks that romped together under the stars every night. If you were lucky enough, you could rent one of the eight cabanas on the roof for the night and party with them.

***

Brian woke up the next morning, a persistent scratching noise irritating his already pounding head. He blinked against the sunlight streaming in through the window and saw a blond head backlit by the glare.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked hoarsely.

The trick looked up from his pad and the pencil finally stilled. “Justin. And you are?”

“Done with you,” Brian growled. “Get out.” He rolled over and buried his head back into the pillow.

“It’s, uh, my place. You can’t throw me out,” the trick replied smugly.

“What?” Brian lifted his head and glanced around. The window was actually the opening of a cabana, tied back to reveal the sparkling pool. On the roof. What the-- “Fuck. What time is it?” he asked, just barely stopping himself from asking how he’d gotten there.

He didn’t remember much after the tour of the mansion and meeting his host, Emmett. And despite Emmett’s insistence that he stay on the roof for the party, Brian wasn’t into twinks, so he went back down to the bar. He vaguely remembered ending up in the screening room with a tall red-head who sucked cock like a Hoover, but after that everything was blank.

“It’s almost ten,” Justin replied. “The buffet in the Mediterranean Room will be closing, but there will still be a continental breakfast until 10:30. Would you like something? I bet you need coffee. And aspirin. You drink too much.”

“Christ, obviously not enough.” Brian scowled, struggling to sit up. He winced as a sharp pain pierced his temple and his morning hard-on retreated in protest.

“Lay back down,” Justin said as he set his pad aside and stood, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back to relieve the tension from sketching for so long.

Justin was wearing black and tan checkered swimming shorts that tightly hugged his ample crotch. Brian recognized the style from an account he managed. The fabric was actually sheer so the wearer tanned beneath the cloth, but the boy’s skin was still an alluring mix of peach and cream tones. Brian doubted he could tan very much at all. He suddenly had a flash of the boy wearing a sapphire blue speedo the night before. The shimmering fabric looked like an inviting, swirling pool of water itself and tricked the observer into thinking they could dip their fingers into the mesmerizing ripples clinging to his ass. Brian remembered watching Justin and the other boys on the security camera in the screening room, but he still didn’t know how he ended up in the kid’s cabana.

Justin pushed Brian back down on the bed and straddled his hips. “Just relax,” he soothed, rubbing Brian’s temples. Brian couldn’t deny it eased his headache and he let the kid continue, despite his better judgment.

After a few minutes, Justin leaned forward and kissed him. “Roll over,” he whispered against Brian’s lips.

Brian opened his eyes and glared at the boy. “In your dreams, kid.”

Justin giggled, shaking his head. “Trust me, it’ll help your hangover.”

The boy’s laugh reverberated through Brian’s skull and set his teeth on edge again so Brian willingly agreed if it would help the blinding pain. Usually another shot of Beam and a blowjob did the trick, but this was worse than he ever remembered.

As Brian settled on his stomach, Justin said, “You took some of that E from Anita, didn’t you? It was a crap batch and Emmett’s pissed. Everyone’s got a shitty headache this morning.”

“Everyone but you,” Brian noted blandly, though relieved his tolerance level hadn’t really been compromised.

“No alcohol or drugs for bo--us,” Justin replied. “I know Emmett told you.”

But Brian didn’t know what Emmett told him. “Have to wait 2 hours before swimming?” he sneered, ignoring the sharp feeling of his skin peeling off the bone around his cheeks.

“We’re underage,” Justin reminded him.

“How underage?” Brian asked sharply.

“Seventeen.”

Christ! He tried to push Justin off. No twink, no matter how hot, was worth getting arrested. The legal age for fucking in California was eighteen and if there was more than a three year age gap between you and the other guy, you were looking at a $25,000 fine. Thank you, Ted, for making that abundantly clear. Brian had almost gotten into trouble when he first started picking up tricks in the new clubs. Some of those kids were good at making themselves look older and sneaking into the backrooms to peddle their blond boy asses. But Brian had never paid for a piece of ass and he wasn’t going to start now!

“Stop that,” Justin chastised as he climbed on Brian’s back again and continued to massage his neck. His fingers moved up over Brian’s head and lightly scratched his scalp, making him tingle all over. Brian was boneless then and quit struggling. Fucking pathetic. Really.

“See, I told you,” Justin said softly in his ear.

He licked Brian’s ear lobe and Brian turned his head. “Don’t,” he warned.

“What?” Justin asked, kissing the side of his neck.

“I’m not fucking you again, I don’t do anybody twice.” Not to mention he shouldn’t have done it the first time. Shit, he needed to get out of there before he was in deep shit trouble.

“We haven’t fucked yet,” Justin replied. “You passed out.”

Wha-- Brian didn’t know if the flutter in his stomach was relief or disappointment.

Justin continued to nip and lick across Brian’s shoulders and Brian bucked underneath him again. He’d been spared and he wasn’t taking any chances now. “Fuck off, kid, I’m not goi--”

“What, it’s just kissing,” Justin said reasonably. “I like you.” His breath was warm in Brian’s ear again. “And you like me. I know you do.”

“You don’t know shit and you certainly don’t know me,” Brian retorted.

“Yes, I do,” Justin replied earnestly.

“Look, kid,” Brian sighed, “whatever I said last night was just to fuck you, before I passed out, so it didn't mean anything.”

But Justin was undeterred. “You didn’t say anything,” he replied, stretching out over Brian’s back. “I was watching you. That’s how I know.”

Jesus. Clearly, the massage was over and Brian had to get the hell out of there. Especially after his cock came back to life from Justin rubbing against his ass. But instead of telling Justin he was full of shit, Brian heard himself ask, “Think you know what I like? You any good at rimming, kid?”

Justin's lips stilled against Brian’s shoulder. “Of course,” he mumbled a moment later.

Brian’s ill humor returned at Justin's obvious lie. What the fuck was going on here? Next he’d find out the kid was a virgin. Jesus. Whatever the case, Justin definitely needed to be taught a lesson and Brian would finally be rid of the little leech. He pushed a pillow down by his legs and challenged, “Then get to it.”

An anxious gasp escaped, and then Justin wiggled against Brian’s ass again, excitedly panting in his ear, “Yes, sir,” before he smacked a loud kiss on Brian’s shoulder and pushed himself back to settle between Brian’s legs.

Surprised, Brian grudgingly admitted the kid had balls, but he was still underage so Brian had to put an end to the game before it got out of hand. Fine, the little fucker won. He craned his neck to tell the kid to just leave when he saw Justin staring at his ass and licking his lips.

Suddenly Brian's cock was rock hard and he instead pushed the pillow at Justin. “Put it under--”

“Oh, right.” Justin blushed as he slid it under Brian’s hips, awkwardly petting Brian’s ass as Brian shifted a bit to get comfortable.

Brian looked over his shoulder again at Justin’s wide blue eyes and wet pink mouth.

“Just--” he started, figuring he should talk the kid through it, but without warning, Justin eagerly dove into the task, his slippery pointed tongue demanding entrance.

Fuck!

Brian's hole clenched at the intrusion and the kid's tongue wiggled more insistently as it was squeezed by the tight ring. A sudden jolt of pleasure ran from the fiery nerve endings in his ass straight to his dick and Brian bit back a groan.

Justin grabbed Brian's hips, pulling Brian up, closer, as he tried to bury his face deeper in Brian's ass. And Brian lifted himself, spreading his legs wider, to let him... somewhere in the back of his mind, knowing this kid was going to cost him a lot more than a court fine in the end.

***

When Brian woke the second time, he heard the kid and some guy arguing outside the cabana.

Brian rolled over, relieved his headache was gone and grateful Justin wasn’t still in bed with him. Brian had jerked himself off while the kid rimmed him and after he came, he fell asleep again, but not before he felt Justin shoot on his leg and snuggle up beside him. The kid reminded him of a damn puppy and he would’ve kicked him off the bed if he’d had the energy.

Brian sat up and looked around for his clothes, but all he could find was a robe draped over the end of the bed so he slipped it on and stepped out into the sunlight just as Justin was steering the other hulk of a man back inside the mansion.

“Brian!”

Brian looked across the pool and saw Ted waving to him. Ted and his boyfriend, Blake, were lying on deck chairs beside the water.

“Where are my clothes?” Brian demanded.

“In your room,” Blake replied.

Brian shook his head. “I looked--”

“Not there,” Blake clarified. “You actually have a room inside. Emmett assigns all the weekend guests a room and has their clothes laundered if need be. Since you didn’t bring an overnight bag, he considered it a need. There’s also a toothbrush and other necessities provided.”

“I’m not staying,” Brian snapped. “Just tell me where--”

“Aren’t you having a good time?” Ted interrupted. “You seemed to be last night.”

“You brought me back up here,” Brian stated as another part of his memory returned and some more of the puzzle fell into place.

“No, you came up on your own; you were looking for more E. I tried to steer you back downstairs since there aren’t any party favors allowed with the boys, but you decided to stay anyway. Well, it was decided for you,” Ted chuckled. “Justin took to you right away.”

Brian glared at him. He didn’t need to be reminded. That portion of his lost memory was really beginning unnerve him. And he didn’t fucking do unnerved. “Where the fuck are my clothes?”

Blake sighed. “Room 515.”

***

When he stepped off the elevator at the fifth floor, he ran into Emmett.

“Brian! There you are! Having a good time? Did Justin look after you alright? He’s a sweet kid.”

Another memory rolled over Brian. He was back on the roof the night before and Emmett was explaining why the boys were there. They were runaways, high school drop-outs, hustlers, or drug addicts that he’d taken in, cleaned up, and introduced to older men who were looking for boytoys to keep. The police didn’t hassle him about a little thing like the boys’ ages because ultimately, he was doing everyone a favor.

Ted and Blake was the ‘match’ Emmett was proudest of.

Brian scowled at Emmett. “I told you last night, I’m not interested in your adopt-a-trick program.”

“And I told you,” Emmett replied smoothly, “Justin’s not like the other boys.” He gestured down the hall. “Your room is open; Marcus just delivered your clothes. Pull the cord by the bed if you need anything else.”

He sashayed down the hall and Brian entered his room. The décor was tasteful, but still made him think of a high price whorehouse. Maybe it was the gold tasseled rope hanging next to the mahogany four poster bed. If it had a canopy Brian was sure he would’ve puked.

His clothes were hanging in the closet and there were new toiletries laid out on the bathroom counter.

***

The two-headed shower felt good and Brian was impressed with the French-milled soap and salon shampoo Emmett provided. He was even more impressed it smelled like sandalwood and not patchouli.

When Brian finally dragged himself out of the bathroom, he was surprised to hear his stomach growl, but he wanted to get the hell out of there so he ignored it.

There was a short rap on the door and it opened without waiting for his response.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Justin said as he pushed his way in and set a tray on the table in the corner of the room.

But it was obvious he wasn’t just offering the food as his eyes roamed over Brian’s wet body. “I can help you with that,” he said as he took the towel from Brian’s hand and rubbed it over his chest and arms.

Brian snatched the towel back and stepped out of his reach. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Justin dropped the helpful pretense and flopped on the bed with a dramatic sigh. “Just trying to get laid like everyone else.”

Brian shook his head and took Justin’s elbow, yanking him up and dragging him to the door. “Not here, you’re not.”

Justin wrenched free and wedged himself between Brian and the door he was trying to open. “Why not? I know you want me.” He wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist and kissed his neck. “You said so when I made you come. You said you wanted to fuck me. And I want you to!”

Brian pushed him back, finally getting the door open and shoving him out into the hall. “No,” he snarled one last time before he slammed the door shut and flipped the lock.

“God dammit,” he muttered, willing his hard-on away.

***

Brian surveyed the tray of bread, cold cuts and fresh fruit. The kid had even brought a couple of diet sodas and some cartons of juice to select from. He had just picked out some orange juice when there was another knock at the door. Brian ignored it and started making himself a sandwich, but the knocking grew more insistent.

“Security, Mr. Kinney.”

Fuck.

Brian wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door. “Is there a problem?”

“May I come in, sir?”

Brian stepped back and gestured him in. “What’s this about?”

“My nephew, sir.”

Brian blinked at the imposing man he recognized from earlier on the roof and a strong sense of foreboding overwhelmed him—all because of that fucking brat.

God dammit.

“What about him?” Brian asked coolly, keeping the door open to infer it would be a short conversation.

“I apologize if he’s given you the wrong impression by his beha--”

“What impression would that be?” Brian cut in brusquely.

“That he’s part of the mansion’s regular…entertainment.”

“He’s not?” Brian asked blandly.

The other man cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “No, he’s not.”

Brian’s dick twitched in response, as if the leash law was suddenly repealed. He pulled the door open wider and nodded curtly. “Noted.”

The other man nodded back, relaxing slightly. “Emmett says you’re cutting your stay short, but please do come again, sir. If there’s anything you require before--”

“Emmett was mistaken,” Brian retorted.

The other man tensed again. “Then may I suggest Hunter as a more compatible ma--”

“I don’t need any suggestions for finding my own entertainment,” Brian bristled.

“Of course, sir,” the hulk agreed before leaving and closing the door behind him.

***

Since it was Saturday, the party started mid-afternoon. More guests were arriving when Brian left his room again. He went back to the screening room and got sucked off a couple of times before he noted more men congregating on the roof. Brian joined them and staked out a deck chair to sun himself until the ‘entertainment’ arrived.

“I thought you left,” Justin said.

Brian opened his eyes and saw the tousled blond head hovering over his face. Justin was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and linen slacks.

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Is that the costume for tonight?” He reached out and rubbed the gauzy material between his fingers. “It’s not very provocative.”

Justin shrugged. “I got too much sun yesterday.”

Brian noted the other boys milling around in various forms of undress, mingling with the crowd as they continued to disrobe, until they started diving naked into the pool. The men holding discarded swimming trunks were watching in rapt fascination, hoping it meant they had the inside track with one of the boys for the evening.

Brian couldn’t believe how many pathetic losers were lusting after a piece of boy ass. Not just to fuck, but to actually take home like a pet.

A few boys were still wandering through the crowd, stirring the men up, and then one wandered over to Brian. “Fuck off, Hunter,” Justin hissed.

Hunter smirked at Justin before kicking his briefs off and dropping to his knees beside Brian. “I thought Uncle Ben grounded you,” he shot back at Justin before raking his eyes over Brian. He held up a bottle of suntan lotion. “Need some?” he hinted, licking his lips.

“Yeah, thanks,” Brian replied. He took the bottle and pushed Hunter away before grabbing Justin’s wrist and pulling the boy down to straddle his hips. “Take your shirt off,” he said.

Justin grinned, pulling his top over his head as Hunter stormed off.

Brian rubbed lotion onto Justin’s chest and Justin recoiled slightly. “It’s cold,” he gasped.

“It’ll heat up,” Brian returned, working it into his skin. He smoothed the lotion over Justin’s stomach, letting his fingers dip below the waistband of Justin’s pants.

Justin’s eyes darkened as he watched and he bit his lip.

“I don’t do boyfriends,” Brian warned him. “I’m not taking you home with me to live happily ever after.”

Justin’s grip tightened on Brian's shoulder as he leaned closer. “I already have a home and I don’t believe in that crap anyway.”

Brian studied Justin’s face to make sure he was telling the truth. Justin stared back at him until Brian was convinced. “Stand up. Take your pants off. Everything off.”

Justin stripped the rest of his clothes off and Brian rubbed lotion on the rest of him, clinically protecting his dick and ass as well as the rest of his skin, but the perfunctory pass between Justin’s cheeks, Brian’s thumb nudging his hole, made them both hard.

Brian gave him a little push away then. “Go on,” he said shakily, nodding to the pool.

Justin leaned over and gave him a little peck on the lips, searching his eyes tentatively.

Brian nodded again, silently agreeing to stay put and Justin smiled before joining his friends in the pool.

Brian saw the boy’s pale skin break the surface and he took a breath when Justin did, before diving under again.

“I’m happy to see you changed your mind,” Emmett said to Brian with a pointed glance at Justin’s clothes piled by Brian’s chair.

Brian didn’t get a chance to respond because some asshole was harassing that kid, Hunter. Brian saw Emmett nod slightly and two security guards appeared out of no where and strong armed the guest back to the elevator. “Excuse me,” Emmett said as he followed.

Brian felt something twist in his gut and he scanned the pool for Justin. The boy was splashing water at another kid, and then he was tackled. They both went under and when they resurfaced, they were kissing. They separated and another kid swam up and caught Justin’s former partner in a clinch before they disappeared under the water. A man standing by the side of the pool gestured to Justin and the boy swam over to the edge.

“What an asshole,” Ted said as he sat down beside Brian.

“What?” Brian grumbled, annoyed at having his attention divided.

“That guy used to be Hunter’s pimp. He thought he could just walk in here and offer $500,000 to get him back.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Too low?”

Ted glared at him. “Hunter doesn’t want to go back and Emmett wouldn’t sell him out, for any amount. He’s sincere in helping the boys have a better life. He thinks everyone deserves the second chance he got with George.”

“And yet he let Blake hook up with you,” Brian jabbed.

Ted shook his head. “Not at first. I fell for Blake the first time I met him, but Emmett wouldn’t let me anywhere near him until I went to rehab.”

“So it was the lure of jailbait that cleaned you up, instead of the threat of jail time?” Brian scoffed.

Ted looked at his boyfriend sunning himself at the other side of the pool. “I didn’t care about anything but getting high and I would’ve continued to embezzle as much as I needed to. Until I found something I wanted more than crystal.”

“He must have some cock,” Brian marveled sarcastically.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Ted laughed. “You got your own.”

Brian smirked and stroked his dick through the thin robe. “Don’t you get any ideas.”

“I meant Justin, asshole.”

“That’s all I’m interested in,” Brian shot back. “His ass.”

Brian looked around the pool again. He was ready to move things along. As he searched the bobbing heads, he counted eight, splashing around and making out, but Justin wasn’t there.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

“Looks like someone else is interested too,” Ted pointed out.

Brian followed Ted’s gaze to the other end of the pool where another prick was trying to pull a struggling Justin out of the pool. He started toward the boy, but Ted held him back.

“How often does that happen?” Brian asked as they watched security remove the rabid guest.

Ted shrugged. “A couple of times at the beginning of the evening, newcomers don’t believe Emmett’s serious. After they see a few guys get thrown out, they start playing by the rules. If they’re just looking to get laid, they move downstairs to the club or the screening room. The serious, uh, suitors will stay and the boys decide who they want to get to know better.” He jerked his head toward Justin. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve been chosen again.”

Brian glowered at him as he headed over to Justin. His guard was back up and he wanted some more answers. Like why he hadn’t been bounced out last night when it should’ve been obvious he wasn’t interested in playing by the rules. Brian grabbed a towel from one of the carts and stood by the ladder. Justin was surrounded by a couple of the other boys and Brian could tell he was shaken up despite trying to laugh off almost getting his arm dislocated.

“Justin.”

The boy brightened when he saw Brian and paddled over to him. He climbed the ladder and Brian dried him off before wrapping the towel around his hips. Justin pressed against him, clasped his hands behind Brian’s neck, and leaned in for a kiss.

Brian dodged him and growled, “We need to talk.”

Justin stiffened. “I thought we already agreed--”

“I can count, Justin. There’s nine naked boys, but only eight cabanas.” Justin averted his eyes nervously and Brian pushed his face closer until they were nose to nose. Suddenly everyone’s interference made more sense. “Spill.”

“I didn’t say I was a Gayboy,” Justin retorted defensively.

“Which explains your uncle’s attitude earlier.” Justin paled and Brian scowled. “He didn’t know you were skinny dipping last night.”

Justin recovered and lifted his chin defiantly. “I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”

“But you had help from Emmett?” Brian prodded impatiently.

Justin didn’t flinch. “Ben was off, he used to be a professor before he got hooked on steroids, so he helps the guys get into G.E.D. programs and stuff. He took Hunter to some night class last night so I told Emmett I wanted to fuck and he let me stay in Hunter’s cabana.”

Brian raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest.

“I told him if he didn’t let me stay with you last night, I was going to go find someone else,” Justin admitted. “Somewhere else.”

Jesus Christ. Brian was again reminded why he didn’t want to have anything to do with a fucking drama princess teenager.

Justin grabbed his arm. “I wasn’t lying, Brian. I know who you are… Ted told me. And I’m not looking for a sugar daddy or whatever like the others. I have a scholarship for college. I’m going to CIA in the fall. So I don’t need you or anybody else. I just want… I just want to be with you tonight.”

Brian stared at him for a moment and then he walked to the elevator. He looked back over his shoulder at Justin standing dejectedly by the pool. “You coming?”

The boy ran over to him, launching himself into Brian’s arms. They stumbled into the waiting elevator and Ben suddenly loomed in the doorway. Brian punched the door closed and Justin laughed mischievously as he pushed the button for the second floor.

“I know just where to go. No one will find us.” They rode down to the second floor and Justin cautiously looked out before waving for Brian to stay behind him. “Just follow my lead,” he said and Brian bit back a laugh.

For some reason he didn’t mind indulging the kid’s ‘Mission Impossible’ fantasy. Justin had one taste of rebellion the night before and now he was insatiable, but Brian figured it was good for him. Christ, he couldn’t stand the thought of Justin being a spoiled twat.

Maybe there was hope for him—Justin-- yet.

Justin led Brian to the club and a bouncer at the door stopped them.

He shook his head. “Justin, you know I can’t let--”

Justin laughed, looking down at his towel. “We’re hardly dressed for the club, Josh. But Mr. Kinney would like to see Leroy.”

Josh looked at Brian and then back at Justin. Brian thought he was about to turn them away again when Justin leaned closer and lowered his voice. “I know the rules, Josh, we won’t stay. No one will even notice, I’ll go around behind the DJ. I just want to fix him up with some good shit after Anita fucked everyone one over last night. He’ll be grateful, ya know?”

Justin brushed his thinly covered groin against the bouncer’s thigh to imply how grateful he would be.

Virgin my ass, Brian thought. Christ, the kid was a fucking Lolita.

Josh sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he waved them through. “I didn’t see you.”

Justin smiled and pulled Brian into the dark entryway. The coat checker’s back was turned and Justin suddenly veered down a short service hall. He glanced back to make sure no one saw them and then pushed into the stairwell. They climbed back up to the fourth floor and reentered next to the screening room. The hall was clear and Justin hurried across to a door marked Studio A.

There was tape over the lock on the door and it swung open. Justin pushed Brian in as he yanked the tape free and silently shut the door behind them.

Fuck, the kid was pretty good. Brian expected to see the bat cave when the lights turned on.

Justin cursed under his breath and Brian heard him fumbling with something. A moment later a candle was lit. A few more followed and Justin carefully placed them strategically around the room.

“If we turn on any of the lights or equipment, security will know we’re here,” Justin explained as Brian took in his surroundings. “Watch your step.”

The room was a mock bedroom with video equipment surrounding the ridiculously heart-shaped porn bed with mirrored headboard. One wall was exposed and Brian could see a tub through the wood beams.

“This is actually two fantasy sets for the guests to star in their own movies, but there was a flood and this room had to be redone.” Justin pointed to the bathroom. “It started out just needing new paint and tile in the bathroom, but Emmett wanted to renovate and put the two together for a more complete feel so they’ve closed off the area and are knocking out this wall next week.” He dropped his towel and walked towards Brian. “Which means no one will think to look for us here, but everything is still as it was a few days ago when they were using it for a shoot.”

Brian watched Justin whisk back the dust cover that had been tossed over the bed. Red silk sheets were revealed. Justin rummaged in the nightstand and pulled out condoms and lube. “You’ve been planning this all along.” Brian didn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed.

Justin nodded. “Would you let me draw you?”

Brian scowled. “What? I thought you wanted to fuck.”

“I didn’t think you’d be a very good model,” Justin admitted, “but if I can’t draw you now, I needed something else to help me memorize every detail until I can do the sketches afterwards.” He picked up a camera off the nightstand. “I want to remember everything about tonight.” Justin untied the belt of Brian’s robe and spread it apart, sliding his free hand over Brian’s bare chest. “And I didn’t want to be disturbed until I’m done.” He stepped back and the camera flashed in Brian’s face.

“Fuck,” Brian growled. As the spots behind his eyes dissipated he heard the camera processing the film. It was a Polaroid. Justin tossed the developing picture on the mattress and raised the camera again.

“Take off your robe, Brian. Lay down on the bed.”

Brian grabbed the kid’s wrist. It certainly wouldn’t do for him to think he was in control here. Next Justin would be telling him to roll over. Brian took the camera from Justin and pushed him down to his knees. “I think there are a few details you’re forgetting already.”

Justin looked up at him and Brian cupped his chin before taking a picture of his upturned face, the boy’s blond hair glowing orange and red in the candlelight. He wasn’t sure the pictures would turn out very well without decent lighting, but if the kid was half the artist he claimed to be, he’d already made some sort of compensation with the camera settings. Brian tossed the photo on the bed with the other and twined his free hand in Justin’s hair. “Suck me off,” he demanded.

The next photo in the pile was Justin’s pink tongue licking his cock. Then his lips wrapped around the head.

Justin’s eyes closed and cheeks hollowed as he sucked the tip like a Popsicle and the camera whirred again.

Fuck. Brian hoped the kid had enough film.

***

Brian groaned and tried to sit up, but Justin was asleep on his arm. He dislodged it and looked around the dimly lit room. Sunlight was filtering in through the blinds and the first thing Brian noticed was the pile of Polaroid snapshots lying on the floor.

The last one on top was a disgustingly filthy shot of Justin’s just fucked ass.

Jesus.

Ignoring his dick and the sleeping boy beside him, he flipped through the pile. He weeded out the others he’d taken of Justin.

Justin sucking Brian’s dick. Justin sprawled on the bed and jerking himself off. Brian fingering Justin’s tight virgin ass. Justin on all fours, fingering his own ass just for the camera. Brian’s dick in Justin’s ass. Justin riding Brian’s dick. Justin’s head thrown back and—

Fuck, they were hot. At the time, but now…

Brian grabbed the lighter on the nightstand and took the stack to the bathroom, hoping the water was still turned on after the flood.

The water ran in the sink so he turned on the fan, set the photos on fire, and dropped them in the garbage can. It turned Brian’s stomach to think someone else might get a hold of them. Especially in that fucking place. He couldn’t stand the thought of them ending up on the internet for fucking perverts to pay per view.

Once they were ash, he cooled the smoldering pile with water and went back to the bedroom. He found his robe on the floor and picked it up just as Justin eyes fluttered open.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled petulantly.

Brian shot him a warning glare. He’d told the kid that was it. It was just a fuck.

“Not yet,” Justin reached out and grabbed Brian’s hand, tugging him back down, “fuck me again.” Justin let go and rolled onto his stomach, rubbing his face in the pillow as he yawned and settled down again. The only sign that he hadn’t just dropped back off to sleep was his writhing hips rubbing against the sheets.

That ass…

Brian lay down beside him, pulling the kid to his side so his back was pressed against Brian’s chest. Brian wrapped his hand around Justin’s warm hard dick and the boy’s head fell back on Brian’s shoulder.

Justin’s eyes were closed and he licked his lips, humming softly.

Brian kissed him, swallowing Justin’s groan of protest when Brian let go of his cock and reached for a condom and lube. He turned Justin slightly and squirted lube on the boy’s well fucked and raw ass. He knew the cool gel would help ease some of the irritation as he slipped his fingers into the twitching hot hole.

Justin whimpered uncomfortably until Brian tapped his prostate.

“Oh, Brian…”

Brian rolled the condom onto his cock and replaced his fingers with his dick. Fuck, the kid was tight and tender. Brian buried his face in Justin’s neck, struggling to hold back and let him adjust and set the pace.

Justin gasped and grunted, slowly working his hips back and forth, his blunt nails scratching Brian’s cheek as he craned his neck to kiss Brian again.

Brian let him for a moment, but then ignored the smoldering blue eyes that glowered at him when he broke away. He eased Justin onto his stomach, spreading the boy’s legs as he settled between them and slid deeper inside.

Justin arched underneath him, fingers scrambling against the smooth sheets as he cried out.

Brian groaned as the kid’s hole convulsed around him, milking his dick as he withdrew a little and then thrust in again.

Those fucking pictures were no where near as good.

***

When Brian woke again he went to piss and slipped on his robe.

He sensed Justin was awake too, but when he looked, the boy’s eyes were shut again.

Brian set the remaining stack of pictures—the ones Justin had taken of Brian for his sketches—on the nightstand for the kid to find.

Brian glanced at Justin again, wondering if he was really asleep or just--

Fuck, it didn’t matter.

There was one picture of Justin that Brian hadn’t destroyed and he slipped it in his pocket before leaving.

***

Brian went back to his room. Though he would never admit it, he was relieved Uncle Ben wasn’t waiting to escort him out—through the window.

He showered, dressed, and made his way downstairs to leave. Unfortunately, Emmett was waiting for him in the lobby.

“Good morning, Brian. Come, have a cup of coffee before you leave.” Emmett went to the breakfast room and Brian had a split second to decide whether to prolong the farce or just get the fuck out.

He followed Emmett and accepted the cup of coffee he offered.

“Is Justin still--”

“A virgin? I don’t fuck and tell,” Brian deadpanned.

“Sleeping,” Emmett finished.

Ben walked by, glared at Brian, and kept going.

Emmett sighed. “Don’t mind him.”

“I don’t.”

“You have to understand, Ben’s been Justin’s guardian since the boy’s parents threw him out for being gay.”

Brian ignored the churning in his gut, must be the coffee. But it tasted good, so he took another sip.

“So Justin is a gayboy, But he’s not,” Emmett twittered on, stirring sugar into his cup.

Brian looked out at the garden. “Nice beds.”

Emmett smiled slightly as his spoon clattered on the table impatiently. “Yes. The heart-shaped is my favorite. Kitsch, but romantic.”

Brian felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered the trashy bed among the supposedly disconnected recording equipment. “You knew where we were all along.”

Emmett played coy as he picked at lint on his shirt. “I may have mentioned the studio wasn’t being used because of renovations…”

“You sick son of a bitch! He trusted you and you taped him?”

Emmett’s smile widened at is reaction. “See, romantic.”

Brian scowled as he realized he’d been set up again. “Fuck off,” he snarled, slamming his cup down.

He left the mansion without looking back.

***

Ted wisely stayed away from him at work for a few weeks.

Then Brian saw Blake and Ted in the hall one day. When had Blake become an intern?

“…for Justin... that class...” Blake was saying.

Ted nodded. “Good …his birthday…”

They disappeared around the corner and Brian heard Ted choke, “How much??”

Pathetic, as usual.

When they were out of sight Brian walked down to the art department. “Kevin, a moment please.”

He knew the designer was a CIA graduate. And he’d know how much Justin would need to make on a street corner to cover his supplies—even with a scholarship.

***

Eventually, Blake was the first to cautiously greet Brian with a good morning now and then as they passed in the hall.

Brian grunted in reply and continued to ignore Ted.

***

“I still can’t believe he’s moving in with--”

“His decision,” Ted nervously interrupted his boyfriend as they sat down across from Brian in the conference room.

Blake glanced at Brian. “But sneaking out while Ben’s at a conference? That’s kind of... pathetic.”

“I’m sure his new sugar daddy isn’t really afraid of Uncle Ben,” Ted replied, his bravado bolstered by his boytoy.

Brian coolly turned his attention to the client joining them.

***

“Brian, how nice to see you,” Emmett greeted him as he entered the mansion. “I didn’t think you’d ever darken my doorstep again.”

Brian ignored him and headed to the elevator.

Emmett called after him, “Uh, if you’re looking for Justin--”

“I know where to find him,” Brian growled as the elevator doors closed and he punched the button for the roof.

***

The kid was sitting away from the pool, sketching another half-dressed man sprawled on a deck chair across from him. Other guests milled around as they waited for the gayboys to appear for the evening.

Brian strolled over, blocking the sunlight from the kid’s squinting eyes as he looked down at the drawing. “That him?” he asked.

Justin looked up, startled as his concentration was broken. A smile quickly spread across his face. “Who?”

“Your new,” Brian grimaced, “sugar daddy.”

Justin’s model glared at Brian. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I don’t have a sugar daddy,” Justin interjected. “He’s more like…a patron.”

“Is this guy bothering you?” The model demanded, moving to block Brian from Justin.

“You’re bothering me,” Brian snarled. “Fuck off.”

“Look pal--”

“You look.” Brian pointed to the boys entering the pool. “Go find another fucktoy. This one’s taken.”

“Fucktoy?” Justin glowered.

“Don’t be a twat,” Brian snapped. “Fuck off,” he repeated to the trick. The man hesitated for a second and then sulked away.

Justin stood, defensively holding his sketchpad against his chest. “Brian, I--”

But Brian didn’t want to hear anything the kid had to say unless it was begging for more. He kissed him hard on the mouth, lifting Justin off his feet. The boy dropped the pad, wrapping his arms and legs around Brian and Brian plunged his hands into Justin’s shorts, holding him up as Justin ground their dicks together.

Brian parted Justin’s cheeks and discovered the boy’s hole was already lubed and ready. One finger slid into the silky heat and Justin’s weight made him sink all the way in.

Justin’s fingers dug into Brian’s neck as he pulled himself back up a little, groaning into Brian’s mouth. “Ah, fuck…more…”

Now they were on the same page. Brian added another finger, twisting them deep and opening the boy’s ass up, making Justin cling tighter as he stifled a moan against Brian’s shoulder. Brian held the boy, impaled and pleading for Brian’s dick, as he carried Justin to the nearest cabana.

Brian set Justin down on the bed and the kid lay back, sliding his legs up over Brian’s shoulders. Brian settled over him, still fingering his ass and sucking on his tongue. Brian pulled the kid’s shorts off and pushed his own pants down. He took a condom from his pocket, rolled it on and pushed into the tight boy ass he never stopped thinking about.

Never got enough of.

Justin writhed beneath him, clawing at Brian’s arms and shoulders to pull him back down.

“Easy, ea—Jesus, stop!” Brian yelped when Justin’s nails dug in deeper. He flailed to capture the kid’s hands and restrained them above his head, collapsing on Justin’s heaving chest as he still writhed underneath him.

“Brian,” the boy whined, trapped painfully under Brian’s weight.

Brian let him lower his legs and Justin wrapped them around Brian’s waist, sighing when the only sensation then was the pleasant fullness of Brian’s dick stuffing his ass. His lips were on the kid’s throat and he could feel the vibration of Justin’s content hum.

“What took you so long?” Justin asked, squeezing him tighter.

Brian clenched his jaw to keep from rutting into him. Especially when that was what the little shit wanted. “Meeting ran late.” He rocked his hips, deliberately pressing his dick against Justin’s prostate, and staying right there. “Need the client.” Justin’s eyes glazed over as his head rolled to the side, exposing his neck. “Patronage is expensive,” Brian breathed below his ear.

But he knew Justin was beyond hearing when he started panting, “uh, uh, uh,” with each pulse of Brian’s dick inside him. Each beat making his ass convulse and massage Brian’s cock.

Brian started moving, slow deep thrusts, feeling Justin’s legs glide along his back as the boy tried to get it together. “Come on,” he prodded, levering himself up with his elbows. He still held the boy’s hands in his and his dick became impossibly harder as he looked down at Justin, pinned beneath him, a willing captive.

Justin looked back at him, twining their fingers together. “Brian…”

Brian could feel Justin’s heels digging into his lower back, moving with the rhythm finally and he let go of Justin’s hands. His fingers ran through Justin’s hair, pulling the boy’s head up to meet his lips. He could feel Justin’s lips moving against his, streaming sentiments he couldn’t hear, it was better that way, but he still knew what the boy was saying.

Justin’s arms wrapped around his neck, hanging on, and Brian loved it—this—fuck, him.

***

Justin was sprawled on top of him, the blond head nestled under his chin, and Brian’s fingers glided over the boy’s damp skin. He never got tired of hearing Justin ‘hmm’ and ‘ah’ when Brian touched the inside of his arm, or traced the ridges of his spine.

Justin turned his head and rested his chin on Brian’s chest, sharp teeth nipping Brian’s jaw playfully. “Did you get the account?”

Brian shifted, he was still uncomfortable letting the kid see into him that closely, and slid Justin to the side so he could reach his cigarettes. Justin rolled over him to the other side and grabbed them for him, tapping one out of the pack and putting it between Brian’s lips. He lit it, and let the flame on the lighter die. But the metal surrounding the edge was always still hot for a minute and he rubbed it against Brian’s nipple.

“Fuck!” Brian gasped, smoke burning his lungs as his nipple stung…

Still uncomfortable…

…Justin licked the burn and his dick twitched…

…but more than worth bearing....

Justin straddled his hips again, sitting back as he absently rubbed his hands around Brian’s chest. “Did you get the account?” he repeated.

Brian squinted at him through the smoke curling up between them. “Worried about your supply allowance?”

“I don’t need—fuck! I don’t want your money,” Justin snapped.

Brian rolled his eyes. They’d been having the same argument since his birthday. Since Brian found out the kid wouldn’t take money from Emmett or Ben and was planning to work and go to school. But the kid needed to concentrate on school, not wear himself down waiting tables, so Brian ended up in Emmett’s ‘adopt-a-trick’ program after all. He knew it was the one thing Justin couldn’t resist—being with him again. Against his better judgment, Brian wooed the kid and convinced him to move in. And when classes started, Brian would make sure Justin had everything he needed.

“Planning to get yourself another patron then? Because you do need someone’s money. Why not the fuck mine?” He smirked, running his hand over Justin’s thigh. “You earn it.”

Justin still blushed when Brian teased him. He slapped at Brian’s hand, his mood lightening again. “You need the account because it makes you happy. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Brian dumped Justin off and sat up, looking for his pants. “I’m not happy you had your little friends dump your shit in my apartment and then fucked off to…fuck.”

Justin flung himself over Brian’s back, hugging him. “But I wanted to celebrate. And I didn’t know where to put anything until we unpacked together. You said--”

Brian turned his head, butting his cheek against Justin’s nose. He knew what he said.

“But coming here? You know I don’t like--”

Justin licked his ear. “Yes, you do. I know you like Emmett more than you admit. And he’s tried to make up with you. He even gave us the bed, so don’t you think it’s about ti--”

“What bed? You don’t mean—you’re not putting that piece of shit in my apartment, Just--”

“Uh, Bri--”

Brian shook him off, stood, and glared down at him. “No--”

“It’s already in the spare bed--”

“No! Fuck no!” How’d he miss that?

Justin took his hand. “Brian, it’s our--”

“Justin, every fag in West Hollywood has been in that bed!”

“I don’t care,” Justin replied stubbornly. “It has a new mattress. It’ll be just ours.”

“It’s a fucking heart,” Brian ranted.

“With a mirror,” Justin reminded him.

“I don’t need a mirror. I can see my dick in your ass without it.”

“But I can’t.” Justin blushed again.

God dammit, Brian hated when he did that because then the little fucker had him by the balls. Brian knocked Justin back on the bed and lay on top of him. He nuzzled the boy’s hot cheek and his cock hardened again. “I’ll get a mirror for my—our bed. Any one you want so you can see me fuck you.” The flush on Justin’s skin spread. “But we’re getting rid of that other bed, understand?” he demanded.

“Okay,” Justin agreed, smiling broadly. Too broadly. Too easily.

Fucking twat. “It’s not there, is it?”

“No,” Justin giggled. “Are you going to punish me now?”

Brian scowled at him. “Yes. I should leave you here and--”

“No!” Justin cried.

“Is it still downstairs?”

“Yes”

“In the studio?”

“Yes.”

Brian pulled him up and threw Justin over his shoulder. He carried the boy out of the cabana and toward the elevator.

“Brian!”

He swatted Justin’s bare ass and the kid squealed. “I’m going to paddle your ass, Sonny Boy, and you’re going to watch,” he growled. And they could tape it and watch it over and over. Justin was eighteen now.

“Yes!” Justin gushed.

Emmett and Ted were stepping off the elevator and Emmett held the door for them. “Going home already?” he asked, curiously eyeing Justin’s red bottom.

“Not yet,” Brian replied, covering the boy’s butt as best he could from Ted’s wide gaze. “Uh, you don’t mind if we stay tonight?” he asked and Justin kissed his back as reward for being… nice.

“No, of course not,” Emmett said happily. “I’d say stay all weekend, but I know Justin wants to get settled before classes start.”

Brian nodded.

As the door shut, he heard Emmett say to Ted, “See, romantic.”

He was about to swat Justin’s ass again just because he couldn’t swat Emmett when the boy reared up, suddenly trying to squirm free. “Hey! I didn’t say it! I know better!”

But Brian wasn’t letting him go, because obviously he didn’t know any better at all.