"I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t remember that twink’s name."

That’s how it started. When Brian Kinney suddenly realized he had no interest—okay, significantly less interest-- in fucking someone else besides ‘that twink’.

The ad exec just spent the last week cooped up in the office and should’ve have been hungrily taking all cummers to make up for lost time. But there was only one ass he was interested in. And it happened to be attached to a rather impressive cock as well. And that tongue…

That’s when it happened. One minute he was contemplating these new feelings regarding the blonde, and the next minute he totally lost his fucking mind and was promising monogamy.

He would look back later and wonder over and over how the fuck it happened. He just wanted to go out, make an appearance to get his well-meaning friends off his case, have a few drinks, dance a little, and take his boy home and fuck him into next week.

Fuck. That’ll teach him to just stay at the office next time…like…like… like some browbeaten hetero-husband. Fuck!

No, this was not—no, no this was never part of the plan.

When he and Justin started seeing each other again, some would (persist to) call it ‘dating’, after the fiddler left for his world tour, the older man made it perfectly clear he was not going to change.

Okay, that was a lie.

And Justin knew it. The man already changed by acknowledging he wanted Justin back in his life. In his home. In his bed. But there were no rules, no secrets, no (other) lies.

And Justin said it was all he wanted. He didn’t make any demands for monogamy. He just wanted Brian to acknowledge his feelings. Of course, Brian didn’t really believe it at the time. Which was why they were just spending some time together at first. Feeling it out. (Dating.)

So there they were, at Babylon a few weeks into their so-called ‘trial period’, when Justin disappeared to the restroom, and the trick approached Brian.

"I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t remember that twink’s name."

Brian gave him a cursory look over the rim of his glass, out of habit rather than desire. "Not interested."

The trick grumbled at him but moved on.

Thinking he’d put in his time, and anxious to get Justin alone, the older man decided to get a few tabs of E from Anita before the teen returned so they continue their private party at home.

After dealing with the woman, he returned to the group’s table, but Justin was still absent. A brief flicker of jealousy flared up when Brian wondered if the teen hooked up in the men’s room, or maybe he took a detour through the backroom. Just then Emmett returned from the dance floor and told him he just left Justin out there. Pushing his earlier feelings aside, the older man threaded his way through the bodies to retrieve his boy.

Unfortunately, it appeared Justin had other plans. The teen was writhing between two other men who had him pinned between their groins. Justin was completely pliant against the man behind him, the trick whispering something in his ear and punctuating his statement with his tongue. The other man’s hands were underneath the teen’s shirt, obviously manipulating the little gold ring in Justin’s nipple by the look of rapture on the boy’s face. Justin’s hands were twined in the man’s dark curly hair as he drew the trick’s head down.

Curly tried to kiss him, but Justin deftly deflected the man’s lips from his own and guided the trick to his neck. Brian knew all too well the sensitive flesh over his collarbone that Justin wanted licked. As the teen’s head rolled on the shoulder of the man behind him, he turned his face toward Brian again, and the older man’s cock reacted painfully to the soft red mouth, lips curled in a feral smile. Brian didn’t need to hear the sounds the boy was surely making from deep within his chest. He remembered them all, and his pants tightened around his straining erection a little more.

Despite his obvious excitement at the scene before him, Brian was keenly aware of his jealousy burning deep in his gut and he felt the need to drown it out. He was just about to move back to the bar, once he could tear his eyes away, when Justin saw him. The teen’s eyes burned into him, drawing him closer. When he was finally within reach, Justin clawed at his lover’s arm, fingers digging into his shirt and crawling up until they grasped the collar. The boy wrapped the fabric around his fist and pulled Brian to him, crushing their mouths together.

Now Brian could hear and feel the teen’s throaty moans as they escaped between breaths and each one was a direct electrical current to his dick. Instinctively he tried to press closer to the boy, but was hindered by the other bodies separating them. He tugged and growled, never releasing the tongue he had trapped in his mouth. He could tell Justin was trying to wiggle free, and finally, ignoring the other men’s protests, the boy managed to work his way into Brian’s arms.

Eventually, they broke free for air, but that didn’t stop them from grinding into each other. Brian turned the teen around in his arms as they still moved to the music and rubbed his cock against Justin’s ass. The jealousy abated a little, and the older man forcefully crushed the last of it out. He nodded his head toward the other men. "Wanna take them home?"

"Mmm… yesss," the boy moaned as the older man nipped his ear.

The disappointment washed over the older man in waves. He chuckled coarsely at his own weakness for the boy. When the fuck did that happen? "You need it bad, don’t you, baby?" he asked the writhing teen. "Should I just take you in the backroom and fuck you now? They can watch. Suck you off. Is that what you want?"

Once the words were out, Brian regretted it. He just laid himself bare. The older man never fucked Justin in the backroom. That was one of the few overt gestures, from early in their relationship, that signified Justin was not a trick. And now that he’d suggested it, the teen was sure to read into it.

"Brian?" the boy asked hazily as he turned to face the older man on cue. But he didn’t need to ask anything else. In one of those rare moments, Brian couldn’t cover his emotions fast enough. "You’re jealous." Justin’s voice was soft and even, no hint of mockery. "Brian, that’s sweet," he added almost shyly.

"Are you fucking high?" the older man scoffed, pushing him away, but keeping his fingers in the teen’s belt loop. He made a show of eyeing the other men, silently encouraging them to come back.

Justin twisted in front of his lover, blocking their approach. "Brian, don’t."

The older man raised an eyebrow. "Don’t what?" he asked coolly.

"I don’t want them, it was just dancing. I just want you. It’s been so long since we’ve had anytime together. Let’s just go home," the teen pleaded.

But Brian hadn’t heard a word past ‘I don’t want them.’ He knew that was a fucking lie. And that had always been their problem. The kid wouldn’t just accept what Brian offered as good enough. Christ, Justin was the only one he wanted to come home to. Why did it matter if he got his rocks off with someone else occasionally? It was just fucking. Something the teen happened to enjoy quite a bit. Come on, Sonny Boy, just admit you wanted Curly to suck your dick. It won’t change how I feel. Never has. It was the lying that got between us before. Just admit it…

The older man closed the gap between them again. "You just said you wanted to take them home," he reminded the teen.

"What? I thought you asked if I was ready to go home. I am, but not with them."

Brian ignored him. "I saw you put his lips right here," he told the boy, brushing his fingers against his collarbone. "You wanted him to bite this spot, didn’t you?"

Justin squirmed. "So, it feels good. You know I like it."

Brian swooped down and licked along the bone to draw out a whimper from his lover. "I know it practically makes you come," he hissed in the boy’s ear. "Don’t tell me you didn’t want him. If I hadn’t come along you’d be in the backroom right now, wouldn’t you? Were you going to let him fuck you? Let him pound your tight little ass while you sucked his friend off?" He smiled bitterly when the boy shivered. "Or did you like being the creamy center? Did you want to fuck and be fucked? I know how much you like it, baby. That can be arranged. Which one did you want to fuck while I fuck you?"

Brian thought he had the boy when Justin moaned loud enough to be heard over the music, but then the blonde’s hands shoved hard against his chest and pushed the older man away. "Fuck off," he spat back. "You have no right to be jealous. We’re not exclusive, Brian. Hell, we’re not even together!"

"Exactly, so why don’t you just admit you want to bring them home," Brian countered calmly.

Justin glared at him. "Because I don’t. So I was dancing with them, so I liked the attention, but it would never have left the floor. You know I hate group sex."

Brian did remember Justin telling him being forced into threesomes to make Brian happy had made him miserable. But he ignored the pain twisting in his gut because it was too late for regrets, if he did regret it, and it wasn’t the point anyway.

"And you were just moaning like a bitch in heat because…" he raised an eyebrow signaling the teen to finish his statement.

"You were blowing in my ear, asshole. You could’ve been talking about the stock market and my dick would get hard because it’s you."

The older man rolled his eyes. "Is this where you give me you’re impassioned vow that I’m all you need?" He locked eyes with the boy. "We both know that’s bullshit." He saw the flicker of pain in the blue orbs and he felt glad and sick at the same time.

Justin looked away first, obviously to pull himself together, then returned his gaze to Brian. His eyes were duller. "You don’t trust me. You’re the one who insists fucking other guys doesn’t mean anything, yet you’re afraid if I do I’ll leave again. Tell me what you want, Brian. I’ll do anything to prove I love you. Only you."

Brian could see Justin was holding his breath, waiting for a reply. But he didn’t have one. He knew the kid loved him, that was never in doubt although he still wondered why…

"I won’t trick Brian, I promise," the boy offered weakly.

Brian studied the boy for a moment. The kid said it so easily, but Brian knew it wasn’t. Justin may not have Brian’s particular enthusiasm for threesomes, but he did like one-on-one action with hot strangers. And that was more dangerous. Easier to be tempted into getting to know a person and falling for the fiddler. Christ, even though the chinrat was halfway around the world he was still standing between them.

"You’re word isn’t worth much right now, baby." Brian didn’t say it to be cruel like last time, and from Justin’s expression, he knew the teen didn’t take it that way. But it still hurt them both nonetheless.

"Let me prove it," the teen insisted, gripping Brian’s arm more tightly. Almost desperately.

Curly ‘accidentally’ bumped into them as he squeezed past to leave the dance floor, no doubt giving the men one last chance to join him and his friend. Brian turned his back, to cut them out of his vision and make his denial firm, and it gave him a chance to regroup from the teen’s bloodletting. Reminded they were still on the dance floor, albeit they had migrated to the fringe, Brian sought to table the conversation. At least for now. Although he would never admit the kid hurt him, he was more than willing to let the little shit grovel out of guilt. But later, at home where he could really enjoy it.

"Let’s go home," the older man whispered huskily.

Justin was watching the other two men walk away over Brian’s shoulder. "Just us?" he asked hesitantly.

When Brian nodded, the boy slipped back into his arms for a brief kiss before taking Brian’s hand and leading him out of the club. "Your place or mine?"

Brian didn’t bother to respond because they both knew he wouldn’t be caught dead in the boy’s dorm room.

On the way to the car, Justin seemed to forget about the argument moments before and playfully circled the older man like an anxious puppy. And Brian had to admit he liked seeing the puppy wagging his tail. So much so, his cock became painfully hard again from the boy’s teasing. The older man suddenly realized he wasn’t going to make it home and quickly started thinking of a solution.

He steered the teen down the alley he had parked in and walked him to the passenger side. If Justin thought Brian’s sudden chivalry was odd he didn’t say anything between kisses. Until the older man started undoing his jeans.

"Brian?" he gasped, eyes flitting around to make sure no one was watching.

The back of the jeep was blocked by a dumpster and the open passenger door would block prying eyes from the front. Anyone who walked past could look inside, but there were only a few cars still left in the alley so the odds were pretty unlikely.

The older man waited for the teen to assess the situation and give his approval. It came in a searing kiss, the boy’s hands quickly working Brian’s pants open. Brian had no doubt the kid would give in, and it suddenly hit him squarely in the chest. He’d made the blonde into an exhibitionist, and it would never change. No matter how much the teen denied it, he liked wild sex and he was sure to get bored if Brian said he couldn’t trick. Not that the older man would anyway. He would never ask Justin to do anything he wouldn’t. But Justin needed to realize he had to stop making promises he couldn’t keep. And Brian was about to give him his first lesson.

He let the boy open his jeans and stroke him a moment before pushing him away. "Take your clothes off," he ordered gruffly.

"What? Here?" Confusion and nervousness flickered across the boy’s blushing cheeks.

"You said you’d do anything. Are you going back on your word?" The older man bit his tongue to prevent himself from adding ‘again’.

Justin slowly shook his head, eyes darting around the alley again, but he made no move to start undressing.

"Justin," Brian gently cupped the teen’s cheek, running his thumb over the plump lower lip, but his voice was much rougher than his touch, "if you don’t undress now, I will do it for you, and I guarantee you won’t have anything left in one piece to wear home."

They both knew he wouldn’t really force his young lover to do anything he didn’t want to, but Brian had already made it clear this was a test. In light of their previous argument, Justin wisely chose submission and quickly stripped his clothes off, piling them on the floor of the jeep in front of his seat.

The older man studied the pale skin glowing in the moonlight. He wanted to sprawl the kid over the hood of the car and lick every inch. He wondered if the light radiating from the milky flesh would draw fags like moths to a flame. Justin trembled slightly from the cool autumn air. The slight bobbling of his dick brought Brian’s attention back to him. The older man reached out and rubbed the tip of the boy’s shaft, but before Justin could move into the touch, he spun the teen around and bent him over the seat. He popped open the glove compartment and fished out lube and a condom, pressing the tube into Justin’s hand. "Get ready. I want to watch."

Justin glanced over his shoulder, and saw the man pull his cock out and moaned softly when he realized Brian was staying fully clothed. Brian heard his response and smirked. He knew how much the teen liked to feel the rough fabric rubbing against his skin.

The older man watched Justin spread lube on two fingers and put them in his hole. Justin loved anal stimulation, and he loved to watch the boy pleasure himself. But this time Justin’s mind seemed to be somewhere else. Either he was too excited to wait, or too nervous about getting caught, and his movements were too quick for Brian’s liking.

Justin slid his fingers in and out a few times, scissored them to stretch the tight ring, and then began to pull out. But before he could completely withdraw, Brian spit on his own fingers and slid two in with Justin’s.

The teen would’ve cried out from the sudden fullness, but Brian clamped his free hand down on his lover’s mouth. "Not a peep, Sunshine, or I’ll stop."

Justin’s only response was to squeeze his eyes shut and pant heavily when Brian twined their fingers together and started fucking him. The older man watched the digits slip in and out and fought hard not to come at the sight of Justin’s hole taking them together. He knew the boy was just as close when Justin’s movements became more sporadic. Knowing what he wanted Brian twisted his hand around so he could press directly on the sensitive gland.

Justin’s eyes flew open and he wailed behind Brian’s hand as his body spasmed in pleasure. He wiggled his fingers urgently to keep Brian’s touching that spot and the older man continued to rub the engorged nerves until he was sure the teen had enough.

When Brian withdrew both their hands, Justin grunted in protest through the fingers over his mouth. The older man removed his hand from the boy’s lips and nuzzled his neck and shoulder purring, "Shhh…just a second…" before pulling away and slipping the condom on.

Soon Brian was back and positioned himself against the boy’s twitching hole, groaning at the thought of putting his tongue so deep in the stretched tunnel, but there wasn’t enough time now. Later, he promised himself as he pushed in with one smooth thrust.

Justin rocked beneath him, biting his lip to stifle his groan.

Never mind that the kid couldn’t keep quiet, but Brian liked to hear him so there was no silencing him anymore. "Go ahead, baby, let it out," Brian coaxed, as he withdrew and slammed in again. When his cock grazed the boy’s prostate, Justin shrieked into the upholstery. "That’s it, I wanna hear you scream. Let them all hear you scream."

He again ran his cock over the bump, back and forth with each thrust, driving them both to a quick end. The closer he got, the harder he thrust, barely withdrawing anymore as he lifted the teen’s hips to penetrate deeper. Anyone within a three block radius surely heard Justin’s opinion that it wasn’t enough as he cursed at his lover for more.

Finally, Brian wrapped his fist around the boy’s shaft and growled, "Come."

Seconds later Justin screamed as he shot into the man’s hand and Brian soon followed as the tight passage convulsed around him.

Once the tremors passed, Brian carefully pulled away from the boy, peeling his sweat-soaked clothes from Justin’s skin. Noticing angry red patches that looked chafed from the friction, the older man felt a twinge of guilt for being so rough and kissed the marks across his lover’s back.

"Stop," Justin hissed.

Brian tried not to touch anymore scratches as he kissed the teen’s neck. "Baby--" he soothed.

"You’re making me hard again," the boy groaned as he pushed the older man away. "We need to get out of here before we get an audience."

Brian snorted. He should’ve known the kid would be turned on by the scratches that marked him. And his cock responded to the thought of licking all the welts as Justin squirmed beneath him. Shit. They had to get home now. "If they didn’t come running when you were screaming like a banshee, I don’t think they’ll care now," he teased, but helped his lover get dressed again.

Once they were in the jeep and headed back to the loft, Justin brought up the earlier conversation again. "So, are you just going to keep testing me until you trust me again? What’s next? Spray painting your name on my ass and walking me down Liberty Avenue on a leash?"

Brian busied himself with lighting a cigarette and flicking ashes out the window instead of answering.

"I said I’d do anything to get your trust back, but I won’t humiliate myself, Brian. I had enough the first time around."

"You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago," Brian snapped suddenly.

"No, that was fine. But I know you. As long as I keep playing you’ll keep pushing until I give up and you win or you just push me off a cliff to end it altogether."

His words hung in the air as they were both silent for a few minutes, Brian studying the wisps of smoke that floated in front of him.

"I know you think monogamy is bullshit," the teen started again, "but you know what it means to me. It’s like how important honesty is to you. So if I say I’ll be faithful, why won’t you take my word for it like I do when you say you don’t lie."

"Because I haven’t lied, but you cheated."

A small smile escaped Justin’s lips and Brian suddenly realized the little shit had set him up.

"You lied about your feelings for me, but I forgive you."

Fuck.

"But that’s not the point, is it?" the teen pressed.

Here we go again. ‘I’m onto you’. Bullshit. Just words. You never would’ve left then, so don’t begin to think you understand me, Sonny Boy.

"You won’t admit you want me to be faithful because one," Justin held up a finger, "it would mean admitting your jealous, and two," another finger was waggled under Brian’s nose, "you’re afraid I might actually pull it off. Which would mean all your bullshit beliefs about love and fucking are just that--bullshit."

Shit. Brian just blinked at him. Shit. And then he snapped.

The older man jerked the car suddenly and the jeep slammed to a stop on the side of the road.

He turned to the teen and grabbed his arm so hard the boy winced. Ignoring it he shoved his lover against the seat and pushed his face nose to nose with the boy. Justin’s eyes widened and Brian could feel his breath puffing against his face in nervous bursts.

"Fine. You want monogamy? You got it, Sunshine. Until you fuck it up!"

Brian let him go and leaned back in his own seat, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the pounding headache he felt creeping over through his skull. He could feel the blood pulsing as his heart beat erratically in his chest. Jesus Fucking Christ in Hell, what had he just done??

It didn’t matter, he told himself over and over. The kid would fuck it up in a week. It was inevitable. Fags weren’t meant to be monogamous and this was clearly the only way to get the message across. Once it was done and over with it would never come up again, but he would have enough ammunition to keep the little shit under his thumb for eternity.

He really liked that idea. A lot.

"Y-you mean…I…you…too?" Justin had shifted so he was pressed against the door, obviously afraid of another outburst. Brian almost laughed at his fear. And balls. Fear of being tossed around didn’t stop him from poking the lion again. Not his boy.

"Yes, Justin. I wouldn’t demand something from you if I wasn’t willing to do it myself."

"You demand I roll over all the time, but you hardly ever do," the teen smirked.

Cocky little fucker. Brian glared at him, but Justin just continued to smile. To his credit though it was a pretty subdued smile for someone who finally trapped God’s Gift to Gay PA. The older man expected his lover to be on the hood of the car shouting his demise to the world.

"Keep it up, Sunshine, and it will be a very long time before I do again," he snarled.

Obviously at this point Justin thought his bark was worse than his bite because the teen scrambled into his lap, despite the cramped space. Brian slid the seat back as far as he could and reclined back so the teen could be more comfortable.

Justin gratefully snuggled into his chest and purred when Brian stroked his hair. "Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"What if you fuck up?"

Brian bit the inside of his cheek to keep from commenting on whose word was more trustworthy. Moot point at this juncture. Besides, Justin would just carry the conversation for the both of them.

"I mean, if I fuck up," the boy continued without waiting for an answer as Brian knew he would, "I know it means you go back to tricking. But threatening to end our monogamy pact if you fuck up isn’t really a deterrent to keep you from cheating, is it?"

The kid had him there.

The teen gnawed on his lip as he concentrated on some new way to torture Brian, but Brian had had enough of this relationship bullshit for the night. He gently kissed the teen and nudged him back into his own seat. "How about we work out the details at home?" The older man hoped if he just fucked the teen unconscious he would forget about it by morning.

Justin just nodded and Brian could tell he was still deep in thought. Shit.

Once they arrived back at the loft, neither man wanted to be distracted from their intentions, so the new ‘stakes’ (as opposed to ‘rules’) were negotiated while fucking. In the end, the prize was a vacation together and the winner chose the location.

If Justin won, he wanted to go to Vermont, with Brian this time. He chose it specifically because he knew it still bothered Brian. He told Brian he wanted to replace those memories with happier ones, but secretly he hoped Brian’s reluctance to go there would be added incentive to keep the man from losing.

If Brian won, he wanted to go to the White Party, with Justin this time. He figured it was several months away so there was plenty of time for Justin to lose the bet and still get decent reservations. Regardless of the kid’s aversion to group sex, he would still have a good time at the parties, picking up a few fuck buddies of his own assuredly, and of course fucking Brian on every square inch of sand in Miami.

"And what about keeping tabs on each other?" Justin asked. "How do I know you won’t be fucking the copy guy at work each day?"

Brian yawned and pulled Justin against him as he rolled onto his side to sleep. "You don’t."

Justin was quiet for a moment and Brian was struggling to stay awake long enough to hear whatever he was coming up with now. Finally, Justin said, "I don’t think this is such a good idea anymore."

That got the older man’s attention and he rolled on top of the teen. "What? After all that shit, now it’s not such a good idea? It was never a good idea, Justin, but it was yours so at least you have to agree."

Justin squirmed away from him. "I know, it’s just…it’s so…manipulated. I want you to be with me because you want to, not because of some deal. Again."

Not even interested in stating the obvious at that point, Brian was looking for the path of least resistance so he could get to sleep. "Move back in."

"What? Why?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "It’ll cut down on the opportunities for either of us has to sneak around."

"No." Justin reached over the bed and gathered his clothes. "I’m not moving in again because it’s convenient. That’s so fucked." He was shaking his head, and Brian could tell by the sniffing that he was starting to cry. And getting dressed to leave. What the fuck?

The older man jumped up and grabbed the teen’s arms, turning him so they were face to face. "Since when has any of this been convenient? You barged into my life and wouldn’t fucking leave, regardless of how many times I threw you out. And now that I’ve actually asked you myself, without anyone else sticking their fucking noses into it, you have the balls to say no? Fuck you!"

Suddenly releasing the boy, Brian went into the bathroom and was about to slam the door when Justin threw his body into the doorway.

The older man glared at him for a moment, trying hard to control his angry impulse to fling the door shut anyway.

"If you haven’t changed your mind, I’d like to change my answer," Justin whispered, obviously afraid to anger the man anymore.

Brian let go of his grip on the door, the muscles in his hand cramped from clenching so tightly. Justin took his hand and kissed and kneaded the muscles until Brian could move his fingers freely and pulled the boy into his arms.

The older man could feel the tears wetting his chest and he turned the teen’s face up to see. "What now?" he teased as he brushed the droplets off porcelain cheeks.

"You love me," the boy sniffed.

Brian sighed heavily. "You just figured it out? I thought you were onto me."

"I just wanted to hear you say it," was the blubbered reply against his skin.

"I didn’t say it," Brian retorted gruffly. Little shit.

"Yes, you did."

"Wouldn’t hold up in court, ask Mel. I never said I love you I just said…" he glared at the blonde head bobbing suspiciously under his chin. "You sneaky little twat!"

Justin couldn’t contain his giggles anymore and a garbled, "I love you too," popped out as he tried to squirm away from the angry man but Brian had a good tight hold. He finally submitted to whatever torture Brian had in store for him and let Brian lead him back to bed. But there wasn’t anymore teasing as the older man tucked him in and spooned behind him, every possible inch of flesh touching from head to toe.

Brian nuzzled the soft hair, inhaling the boy’s scent before relaxing into the warmth surrounding him. Christ, he was fucking tired. What a goddamn day.

Couldn’t be better.

But as he drifted off to sleep, a stray thought wandered into his subconscious.

What if neither one of them cheated?

 

***
 

When Justin finally moved back into the loft, things were surprisingly smooth for the first few months. (Brian assumed it was because they were too busy and hardly had enough time to fuck each other let alone tricks.)

Yes, they were ‘honeymooning’ as Emmett liked to say to goad Brian.

Until one night he and Justin had a stupid fight over something so trivial he couldn’t remember what it was by the time he got to the club to meet Michael. But that didn’t stop him from still seething when the teen showed up a few hours later with Emmett. Fortunately, Justin realized Brian was still angry and kept his distance as the man steadily downed shot after shot. They both knew Justin would take him home and pour him into bed at closing time and all would be forgotten in the morning.

"That’s some blonde bombshell you got." The trick settled against the bar beside Brian and slid another shot in front of him.

"Fuck off," Brian snarled, pushing the shot away. Yes, he needed another one, but he never drank anything someone else could’ve drugged. He watched the trick through blurry eyes as the other man ogled Justin on the dance floor.

The trick chuckled, turning his attention back to Brian and downing the liquor himself. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning. "No offense, man. I know him from school and just thought I’d ask, you know…"

Yeah, he knew. Christ. Another starving artist for Justin fall in love with. "You wanna take him on a picnic?" he sneered. "He’d like that."

"Hell no, I just want to fuck that ass."

"He’d like that too," Brian slurred. "I’m sure you two’d be fucking fantastic together." Make beautiful music together. Fuck, he needed another shot.

"Take your best shot," he ordered, signaling the bartender who’d been serving him for the evening. What was his name…Billy? Willie? Brian smirked. Wee Willie Winkie… Does Willie have a wee winkie? He laughed at his own childish humor. Willie had been serving him the most toxic shit he could find in a race to put Brian under the table before closing time. Brian had already slipped him a fifty to make sure he was unconscious before Justin took him home.

The trick was smiling smugly at him. "I think I will then. And what about you? Why don’t we-"

The bartender set another glass in front of Brian. This time it was clear and smelled strongly of gasoline. He raised his glass to Willie and downed the shot. Tears stung his eyes as the fire burned his insides. "That’ll do," he sputtered and handed the glass back for a refill.

"Yeah?" the trick asked.

Brian squinted his eyes to focus on the man standing next to him. What was he talking about again? Why was he still here? And why was he suddenly tipping?

"Mikey!" Brian grumbled at his friend’s back. He righted himself from nearly falling over as Michael moved away from holding him up and headed onto the dance floor. Where the fuck was he going?

"Go find Sunshine," he called as an afterthought since Justin was out there too. He was ready to go home now.

"You mean Justin? I don’t think he heard you," the trick said. "You stay here and I’ll go get him."

Before Brian could reply the trick also disappeared into the crowd. Fucking fiddlers. Never stayed to fight. He started to sway after him, deciding he was not letting another fucking musician romance his boy.

Luckily, Justin and Michael appeared in time to catch him before he stumbled over his feet and almost knocked over a table of drinks.

"Looks like he’s gone," Michael said as he looked around.

"I can hear you, asshole," Brian replied sluggishly.

"Fucking ungrateful prick," Michael muttered. "At least I remember who your boyfriend is."

"Thanks, Michael, I appreciate you coming to get me," Justin replied sarcastically, trying to steady Brian on a barstool again. He suddenly cringed at the stench wafting off his lover and stood an arm’s length from the man.

Michael smirked. "I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad you’re going home with him instead of me."

Brian scowled at him. "My boy. You fucking fiddlers can just fuck off." He shoved his friend and almost toppled over again.

Michael snickered. "See? All yours, Boy Wonder. Nothing to worry about."

"Lucky me," the teen groused as he hoisted his lover up and started heading for the door. "Fucking Willie should be taking your ass home."

"Wee Willie Winkie…" Brian sing-songed. And Justin laughed so hard he almost dropped the man.

Unfortunately for Brian, he wouldn’t remember anything until the trick turned up again a few weeks later and followed him into the bathroom at Woody’s.

 

***
 

"Hi there. I was wondering when I’d see you again," Larson drawled.

Brian thought he looked familiar, but he couldn’t be expected to remember everyone he fucked, particularly since it had been at least several months ago. "I won’t fuck you again," he said as he pushed the man away.

Undaunted, the man leered at him as he blocked the exit. "You haven’t fucked me yet. Actually, I was hoping Justin was here too. Where’s your blonde bombshell? I thought maybe we could continue--"

Blonde bombshell? Now Brian remembered meeting the guy a few weeks ago and his stomach flipped as snippets of the conversation came back to him.

Seen him around school…picnics… he’d like that…fuck him…beautiful together…find him…

A cold pit opened in his stomach as he looked the guy over and realized he fit the description of the guy that had harassed Justin at school. A trick he’d inadvertently sent after him. Oh, fucking hell no!

He quickly snatched the other man’s wrist and pulled him close, so close the trick thought he was going to kiss him, but Brian only growled, "Stay away from him." Justin’s teaching assistant was then flung against the wall so he could pass.

"What’s your problem?" the man huffed. "You said I could have him."

Brian paused, turning only when his face was composed. He flashed the other man a cocky grin that didn’t reach his eyes. "I said you could try," he replied coolly.

Did I forget to add you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell? He’s mine, asshole, always has been from the night I took his virginity. Even when he was with someone else, he was still mine. I’m sure I said so, but you probably couldn’t understand me between shots because I was drunk, you fucking prick.

Jesus Christ, what kind of asshole propositions someone too drunk to stand? Right, the same kind of ‘teacher’ who hits on a student.

Shit. Justin was on his way to meet him, so Brian had to get the fuck away from this guy before the teen showed up. He should just head over to the diner and pick Justin up. That’d make the kid happy. Surprise him. He loved that shit. Then take him home and fuck him senseless. No way he’d ever know.

And the way Larson was cowering in the corner, Brian was pretty sure he wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

That settled, Brian opened the door. He’d just say a quick good-bye to Mikey and—

Justin stood on the other side. He glanced between Brian and Larson and his face contorted from shock to anger. "You fucking asshole," he spat out before running from the bar.

Brian took off after him but Emmett stepped in the way and the collision knocked them both down.

"Fuck!" Brian yelled as he yanked Emmett back up and continued after his lover.

Ted and Michael helped Emmett to a stool and wiped up the spilled drink he dropped as the bartender packed him some ice to put on his elbow that was swelling rapidly.

Emmett exchanged confused glances with his friends once they were all settled again. "Looks like the honeymoon’s over, boys."

 

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