Less is More

Hunter watched Brian pull the trick out into the alley and turned back to the pool table. Michael and Ben just started another game so he sat down on the recently vacated stool next to Justin.

“Guess that happens a lot more now, huh?” he asked.

Justin glanced at him warily. “What?”

“Brian fucking around. It’s obvious he can’t stand to look at you now with that butt ugly haircut. What the fuck were you thinking?”

Justin sighed, running his hand over the soft fuzz on his head. He smiled to himself remembering Brian massaging his scalp earlier. “I was thinking I’ve got the breakfast shift at the diner three days a week.”

Hunter just stared at him blankly and Justin rolled his eyes. “Instead of wasting twenty minutes every morning fucking with my hair, I can fuck Brian.”

“Right,” Hunter snorted. “What’s he do, put a bag over your head?”

Justin shook his head and turned back to watching the game. Michael was putting his mouth around the pocket again for Ben to shoot at. Christ, he’d have to actually get hit in the face before he’d learn.

Brian came back in a few minutes later. He grabbed Hunter by the back of his jacket like a scruffy pup and pulled him off his stool. He sat down and ordered a shot.

Undeterred, Hunter asked, “Was he as hot as he looked?” as he leaned on Brian’s shoulder.

Brian removed Hunter’s arm from his neck and tossed the shot back. “I’ve had better,” he hissed around the burn.

Hunter saw him glance at Justin and smirk as he said it.

Justin smiled slightly without even looking at him. The exchange was always the same so he hardly paid attention anymore.

“I’m better,” Hunter purred, leaning closer to Brian again.

Brian put a hand on his chest, pushing him back again. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Wanna tuck me in?”

Brian raised an eyebrow, tipping his head toward the pool table. “Your wardens are over there.”

Hunter slunk off in a huff and Brian stood, pulling Justin up with him. He slung his arm around Justin’s shoulders. “Isn’t it past your bedtime too, little boy?”

Justin looked up at him, slipping into the groove of Brian’s side and rubbing his hand on his chest as he smoothed the wrinkled fabric of his shirt. His fingers teased along the buttons and the corners of his mouth twitched upward when Brian’s breath hitched a little. “Do I get a goodnight fuck first?”

Brian’s response was to shove him toward the door. Justin laughed, shaking his ass as he led the way out.

Hunter, Michael, and Ben followed behind.

Hunter watched Brian put his arm around Justin again as they walked to his car, groping and giggling along the way. Brian bent his head and rubbed his lips against the top of Justin’s head before releasing him when they reached the curb.

Ben stopped on the sidewalk when he realized Hunter was still standing on Woody’s stairs. “Hunter?”

The teen ambled down the last few steps. “I was thinking I should get a haircut tomorrow.”

Michael stopped and rolled his eyes. “You can dye it blond too, but Brian is not going to fuck you.”

Hunter glared at him. “I know, I just… Justin said it saves time in the morning. I wouldn’t have to get up as early so I could stay up later.” He grinned cockily at his flawless logic.

Ben and Michael shook their heads. “Nice try,” they replied in unison.