Who's Your Valentine

February 13th

“Oh, babe,” Ben groaned, and the mouth on his dick sped up. “Yeah, that’s good…”

Ben was struggling to keep his eyes open because they could be caught any minute. Shit, he knew it was ridiculous to be getting a blow job in plain view of anyone walking by, but he couldn’t help himself.

“That’s it,” Ben whispered desperately as the tongue flicked over the sensitive slit, pushing him over the edge. “Oh, Em—Emmett!!” he cried as he came.

Michael’s head jerked up, cum splattering his face.

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Justin tried to protest as he was pushed into the alley, but the words were lost as he was roughly pressed against the brick wall. It was too damn cold to fuck outside—it was the middle of February for Christ’s sake— but hot lips and hands were the only thing Justin could think about as his pants were shoved down and a long hard cock jabbed his hip.

Slick fingers probed his hole, quickly preparing him, and Justin bit his lip to keep from begging him to stop—fuck, stop taking so long already—and he groaned out loud when the cock suddenly slammed into him.

“Oh, yeah…” his nails scraped the brick as he tried to hang on, “fuck me… Ben--”

Brian’s hand tightened in his hair, yanking Justin’s head back. “What the fuck!?”

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February 14th

Emmett groaned as the pounding at the door overpowered the pounding in his head. He rolled off the sofa, tripping over the empty wine bottle on the floor. Barely catching himself before plunging headlong into the end table, he bitterly thought that’s what he deserved for taking his lonely Valentine’s Eve Pity Party on parade the night before.

An arm snaked out—oh god ,he’d brought a trick home-- from under the crumpled blankets and caught him around the waist. “Don’t…”

“But--” Emmett protested until he felt warm lips nibbling on his thigh.

“Ooh…” he fell back onto the sofa and his head rolled across the cushions as the other man slid to the floor. His legs were pushed up to his chest to expose his ass before a wet tongue flicked over his hole.

“Oh, ye--yes,” he panted. This was a man after his own heart.

He opened his eyes to see his dream lover and was shocked to discover a mop of blond hair.

“Justin?!”

&&&

“Brian… Brian… wake up…”

Brian felt a nudge against his shoulder and he reached out to pull his boyfriend back down on the bed.

“Brian you aren’t going to believe this,” he hissed in his ear.

“I can’t believe you’re not sucking my cock,” Brian grumbled, licking his dry lips. He slowly registered that his mouth was full of cotton and his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. What the fuck had they done last night?

The head he’d been guiding to his dick suddenly pulled away. “Brian!”

Brian’s eyes flew open, finally recognizing the voice, and he stared in disbelief as Michael hovered over him.

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February 15th

Daphne slid into the booth across from Justin. “Ask me about my Valentine’s Day!” she demanded excitedly by way of greeting.

Justin took another gulp of coffee to rejuvenate himself and smiled back. “I’m fine, Daph, how are you?”

“Oh, shut up,” she replied, swatting him good-naturedly, “you had a good time. I can tell by the dopey grin and rack of luggage under your eyes. You and Brian always look well fucked and totally in love so let the rest of us enjoy the one day set aside for mere mortals to remember what it’s like, okay?”

Justin sat back and shrugged. “Okay, but I guarantee my story beats your story hands down. And it isn’t even about me and Brian—well, mostly.”

Daphne crossed her arms defiantly. “Take your best shot,” she challenged.

“I’ll have to give you the abridged version since you’re late and Brian’s picking me up in twenty minutes,” he teased. “I’d hate for you to run out of time to share your epic adventure.”

“Like you’ve never been late and I was still celebrating,” she retorted before waving at him to continue.

He laughed and took another sip of coffee before beginning. “Well, it started Friday night when Brian and I were leaving Babylon. We stopped in the alley to fuck and--”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Can’t you wait until you get home? It’s like five minutes.”

“I was hungry and Brian wouldn’t stop at the diner if I didn’t let him fuck me first. He can’t wait,” he shot back smugly. “So we’re in the middle of it and I see Emmett walk by with Ben—I mean with Ben.”

“Oh, my god! Are you sure?”

“I wasn’t at the time, but yesterday morning I went to Mel and Linds’ to drop off some paint Lindsay needed and I saw them—Ben and Emmett--fucking on the sofa. Daph, you should’ve seen Emmett’s face when he saw me looking in the window,” he chuckled.

“Wait, they were doing it in the living room? With the girls there?”

Justin shook his head. “Mel and Linds went out of town for some Lesbian Lovefest that night.”

“But Gus--”

“Was at Deb’s so Emmett could go to some matchmaking party at the GLC.”

“He got a match alright, just someone else’s,” Daphne exclaimed. “But what were you doing peeping in the window?”

“I didn’t know the girls had left, it was last minute. Linds was expecting me so when I thought I saw movement in the living room I went to look. I thought they just didn’t hear me.”

“So Emmett saw you. Then what?”

“They tried to explain, but I told them it was none of my business. Unlike Michael, I don’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Daphne leaned closer, poking his arm. “But I thought you and Michael made up. And this is different, this is his best friend sleeping with his boyfriend. It’s like Michael and Brian screwing around behind your back! You’d want to know! You have to--”

“He already knows, Daph. When I got back to the loft, he was there crying his eyes out on Brian’s shoulder.”

“Poor Michael,” she sighed. “But I can’t believe Ben and Emmett…”

Justin stirred his coffee. “I know, and they swear nothing happened before that night. I guess Ben and Michael had a fight about Emmett, I’m not sure what happened there, but Michael said some pretty horrible things and Ben went out to cool off. He ended up at Woody’s and hooked up with Emmett then because Em was there drinking himself stupid over some disaster at the matchmaker’s thing. They claim it was just a drunken mistake over some misunderstanding. Needless to say, after it was all said and done, Brian and I locked the door and stayed in last night.” He smiled to himself. “Who knew we’d turn out to be the normal ones, actually celebrating Valentine’s Day together.”

Daphne raised her eyebrows. “Did you say celebrate? You mean you actually did something besides just fuck like any other night?”

Justin grinned. “Yeah, Brian bought cinnamon flavored lube and--” he saw Daphne wrinkle her nose and laughed. "The point is Brian isn’t into flavored lube. To him it’s just there to move things along, he’s a purist that way, so just that he bought it is a big deal. I even took the receipt out of his wallet to save as a reminder.” He pulled it out of his jacket and set it on the table. “And blackmail,” he smirked.

Daphne laughed too. “I’m happy for you. But my news is still better.” She slapped her hand over the receipt, flashing a shiny new diamond ring, and crowed, “I got engaged, and I do believe rock beats paper!”

Justin stared at her for a moment, a happy smile spreading across his face. “Uh, Daph…paper covers rock.”

“Shut up, asshole,” she beamed.