"I cant believe youre finally here!"
I know Im squealing like a stuck pig, but his plane was due six hours ago. Thats a long time to be trapped in this dingy concourse, watching the rain beat down on the glass in sheets. I know I couldve gone home to wait, but visibility was for shit and with my luck, I wouldve just had to turn right around and come back again. They kept delaying his flight in hourly increments so how was I supposed to know it would end up being six total before he was finally able to land?
But it doesnt matter now. He looks amazing in his tight tank top and worn jeans, barely a hair out of place, even though I know he was a total ass the whole flightits just his way. And I swear, right there he picks me up and swings me around, ignoring the complaints of other travelers who get cut off or accidentally kicked, and its like hes physically lifting the clouds away too. The sun finally peeks through and Im laughing and squinting as it blinds me and warms my face.
Just like his kiss on my cheek as he sets me down. "I missed you too, Princess," he blows in my ear before picking up his bag again and steering us toward the escalator to the parking garage.
Im weaving a little, dizzy from twirling around and from having him back in town for a few days. He smirks, the bastard, and slips his arm around my waist to keep me from tipping over. Ah, hell, I let him, without even saying anything about the smug attitude. Its not like he doesnt know I have a crush on him. Hell, the whole family knows. Ive been in love with him for years. Ever since his mom married my uncle and we became sort of like cousins.
I wish it was kissing cousins, but unfortunately, hes gay, dammit. So, like every other woman in the world, I lust after Brian Kinney like theres no tomorrow because, well, there isnt. Not for us. But some lucky guy, like that skycap hes making eyes at, will wake up next to him in the morning.
Lucky fuck.
***
"Come on, Daph, no fucking way," Brian growls as the taxi turns onto my street.
Ive spent the entire ride from the airport trying to convince him to do me this teensy favor, and of course, hes being a selfish prick. I love him to pieces, but hes a dick most of the time. How easily thats forgotten when hes gone for so long between visits. He lives in Pittsburgh now, a schmancy ad man, and only comes home for family reunions, funerals, weddings, and Christmasif were lucky.
"Jesus, Brian, Im not asking you to fuck him, it wont even cut into your club time later. Just talk to him for a few minutes. Let me know what you think."
Hes still glaring at me. "Its not like I have X-ray vision that can see the queer gene," he snipes.
That makes me laugh. "No, but you sure can tell if someones hard for you from twenty yards away. And if youre in the room and hes gay, hell DEFINITELY react."
Brians preening a little from the compliment, but still shaking his head. "Why dont you just ask him?" he says, again, obviously distracted by some paper blowing along the curb as we pull up in front of my building. I noticed he was really only half here with me this whole time, but Ill get into that later.
"Because he wont tell me," I explain, again, losing patience as we get out of the cab and pay our fare. "I dont think HE knows! Hes totally in denial! Isnt it your duty as a fellow fag to help him see his true path?"
Brian snorts and heads into the building. "My only duty is to my dick. Im going to shower and then Im heading to the baths."
Does he realize the redundancy of that statement, I wonder?
"After that," he continues as I slip my key in the lock and open the door, "Im going to Stenys, then Boot Campits still there right?" I nod. "Good, its got the hottest fucking guys Ive ever seen and that backroom. Jesus," he sighs, rubbing his stomach like hes hungry and getting ready for a big Thanksgiving feast. "Only then, will I be able to remotely stand being anywhere near that cunt this weekend," he finishes as he slumps on the arm of my sofa, waiting for me to give him the little tour of my new place before he settles in.
Hes already frowning at the sofabed, such a queen, but its not like he wont find another warm bed to sleep in so anyway, so whats the problem?
Anyway, that cunt is his god-fearing mother, if you havent guessed. She takes every opportunity to tell him hes going to hell for his wicked, wicked ways. You think shed have figured out by now that it only spurs him on.
Which is why I understand its time to try a different tactic for the time being. Besides, my roommates not here right now anyway so the great outting I have planned for his own good, will have to wait.
Thats all I want really. Just for Brian to talk to him and feel him out, so to speak. I swear the guys gay, but hes so far in the closet he cant even admit it to himself. And believe me, its not healthy. Hes miserable. Hes a great guywarm, funny, cute, creativeand he deserves to be happy, which he obviously isnt now.
I know some people would frown on me sticking my nose into it. My neighbor says I should mind my own business because he knows what its like to be forced out of the closet by so-called friends (I righteously ignored that little dig because I knew he wasnt talking about me) and he wouldnt do it to anyone else. Hence, he was no help.
But Im not letting that deter me. What kind of friend would I be if I didnt try harder? Oh, I know we hardly know each other. Ive only had him as a roommie for a few months, he was recommended by a friend of a friend because he needed a place to stay and I needed someone to help with the rent, but its working out okay, I think. I like him. Well be good friends once he knows he can trust me.
Now Brians rummaging in the fridge for a beer, guess he decided to make himself at home without the tour. Not like he couldnt. Look, stand on one heel and pivotkitchenpivotbedroompivotthe other bedroompivotbathroomand were done.
He snags a bottle, twists off the top and grabs his bag as he heads to the bathroom. Fine, let him go fuck his brains out for tonight. I got all weekend to get him to have coffee with my roommate. Hell do it.
While Brians in the shower, I decide to make a couple sandwiches for us. Hes going to need to keep his strength up for his all night fuckfest. Screw that, Ill run down the street to the deli instead and let Joey make them, hes much better at it. I let Brian know where Im going and head out.
Twenty minutes later, Im back. And Brians on the phone. Or he was, he said something like, Are you sure? Please check again, then abruptly hung up when he saw me. What the hell was that?
"Whats going on?" I ask casually.
He shrugs, "Nothing."
But then he hooks his thumbs in his jeans as he faces me. His body language dares me to question him further. He thinks he looks casual, but not if you know how to read him. Oh, yeah, hes hiding something. Something that has him preoccupied more than the usual homecoming shit.
But before I can ask anything else, the door flies open and a whirling dervish whips in. "Daph, you are not going to believe it! I got the job!"
"Oh, my god!" Im squealing again, because this is great news, as one would guess by our bouncing up and down until we collide with Brian.
Hes just staring at us like we have three heads. "Shit, sorry, Bri, this is--"
"Justin," he barely breaths.
Excuse me?!
Then I realize Justins in just as much shock. "Brian."
Oh, Christ. How the hell
"What job?" Brian asks, recovering first. He looks nervous? Hopeful? What the fuck is going on?
And Justins smile fades. "Does it matter?" He looks nervous and crushed.
Oh shit. The job Justin applied for a couple weeks ago. In Pittsburgh. Some ad agency (no, not Brians) suddenly called one day and he was gone and back before we even knew it. If he had said something, I wouldve hooked him up with Brian myself so he had someone to show him around town, but I had no idea theyd managed to bump into each other on their ownand obviously thered been a lot of bumpin that weekend!
"You fucked when Justin had his interview in Pittsburgh!" I blurt out as the pieces suddenly fall together. "Small world," I add helpfully.
But neither man acknowledges me.
"What are you doing here?" Justin asks coolly. Jesus, Ive never seen him so glum. Hes like a ray of sunshine everyday and now hes just sad. What the hell happened between them?
"Family reunion," Brian replies.
Justin just raises his eyebrows, glancing between Brian and myself, and Brian simply arches one back.
A few moments go by. They seem to be at an impasse.
"See, small world," I say again to nudge them along once more. Talk, dammit! I need answers here!
"Whyd you just leave like that?" Brian asks flatly.
I know my jaw just dropped open and now Im glad no ones paying attention to me. Brian would be pissed if he suddenly realized someone else had just witnessed that level of vulnerability. Someone walked out on him? Im pretty sure thats a first.
Justin averts his eyes then. "I had to catch my plane."
But I can tell Brian isnt buying it. Neither am I. I watch Justins face carefully for his next counter response, but then the phone rings.
Fuck, let the machine get it, I dont want to miss anything! I glance at the phone, wondering if I can just unplug it quick, if they didnt mind waiting a sec. I look back and in that short blink of an eye Brian had stepped right into Justins space, toe to toe, and hes rubbing the back of Justins neck.
I barely hear him say, "Ive been trying to find you."
I cant help narrowing my eyes at him. So, thats what hes been thinking about all day. He mustve been calling around for Justin when I caught him on the phone. And thats why he suddenly agreed to come back for the weekend. Whatd I tell you? Selfish prick. He couldve at least told me!
Then just like earlier, Brians lifted the clouds and Justins face just beams. Like I said, not that he doesnt have a killer smile all the time, but right now Justin could light up the city.
Again, I blink and suddenly theyre kissing like their lives depend on it. Its really sweet okay, and hot. Its impossible not to watch, until they start tugging at each others clothes. Thats a bit much for a girl to take if shes expected to just stay on the sidelines.
Brian lifts Justin up and his arms and legs wrap around Brians waist. "Where?" Brian growls.
Justin gasps, "Across the hall " as Brian attacks his neck.
So Brian slowly staggers across the room to the door and runs smack into my roommate whos just come home. Not that Brian or Justin notice, they just plow the poor guy down. Before I can offer my hand and pull him back up, Justins apartment door slams shut and were left staring at it as it starts to shake on its hinges and some suddenly loud moaning comes through the thin wall. I think Brian and Justin are fucking right there on the other side of the door!
My mind is reeling, I still have a thousand unanswered questions about this little reunion, but at least I got my main objective for the day out of the way. I look at my blushing roommate while he stands in awe of his first brush with the great Brian Kinney and there is now no doubt in my mind that Michael is definitely gay.
Hes rooted to that spot, jaw hanging open and visibly drooling.
Yeah, welcome to my pathetic world, buddy.
Then I suddenly realize I havent really done Mikey such a great favor after all.
"Did I ever tell you my dads a drag queen?" he says after a moment.
Im speechless again. Well, well, well See, I knew wed be great friends.