Perfection

Chapter 10

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Brian Kinney walked into Babylon. He was alone, but he knew heads were turning as he made his way to the bar. Even at thirty-five he could still command attention. He hadn't been at his favorite club for months. He and Garnet had kind of got out of the habit of clubbing. There was more time for fucking if they skipped the club. And then there had been… Brian let that thought die before it fully formed. He refused to think about it.

But now, that didn't matter. He ordered a double scotch and threw it back. The amber liquid burned pleasantly all the way down. Brian had felt like crap for so long now that it was nice to feel something, even the burn of liquor. Ordering another, Brian turned and leaned back against the edge of the bar. He surveyed his domain, or what used to be his domain when he was the stud of Liberty Avenue. Maybe he could regain that title once again.

Gazing out over the floor of Babylon, Brian saw the same old tricks. He'd had most of them before, and he didn't do repeats. A dirty blond was staring at him, even while the guy was dancing with someone else. Brian smirked at the look. He knew it well. The guy would do, if he didn't spot anything better.

Brian made his way up onto the catwalk carrying another scotch with him. He looked down at the dance floor. The bodies writhed and collided and shimmied beneath him. He spotted a dark haired young man that he had never seen before. His eyes bored into the man's skull, and suddenly the hottie turned and looked up. His eyes met Brian's and a smile creased his face. Brian nodded and made his way down the stairs. He finished his drink on the way down. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, the dark haired young man was waiting for him.

"Wanna dance?" Brian asked.

"I wanna fuck," the man replied.

"Back room."

Quickly they made their way to the backroom and found a spare piece of wall. Brian pushed his trick back against it and started to plunder the willing mouth. As the intensity of the kiss escalated, Brian felt the man's hand reach down and squeeze his dick through the worn denim of his jeans. He gave a little gasp as he felt himself grow hard. This was going to be good.

He continued kissing the man, feeling the buttons pop on his jeans as the trick slid his hand inside. Brian stuck his tongue halfway down the guy's throat. The trick slid down and knelt in front of Brian. He pulled Brian's semi-hard dick from his jeans and placed his mouth around the head. Brian leaned against the wall as he let the old familiar feelings course through him. This was what he had needed.

And then it happened. The trick fondled Brian's balls with one hand and Brian winced. The guy was going to know. He would find out and he would laugh. Then everyone in the back room, in all of Liberty Avenue would be laughing at him. A tiny whimper escaped Brian's throat and he felt his dick go soft.

"Hey man, what happened?" the trick asked looking up at Brian. His hand massaged Brian's cock trying to stimulate him.

Brian drew back, his limp cock falling out of the trick's hand. He quickly stuffed it back in his jeans and walked as fast as he could, without running, out of the back room. He kept going to the main door of Babylon and then out into the cold night air. He ran down the steps and hurried along the street to where he had left his car.

He leaned against the side of the Corvette trying to get his breath. He thought he was going to be sick and doubled over as the first round of retching began. He puked up whatever meager food he had and all of the liquor he had downed since he arrived at Babylon. He spit several times trying to get the awful taste out of his mouth. When he was sure nothing else was going to come up he climbed into the Corvette wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest. He should never have gone there. He had known it was a gamble, but he thought he could pull it off. How stupid was that? Now he knew for sure. He could never go into the backroom at Babylon again.

Brian awoke with a start, cold sweat beading his body. That fucking dream again! He glanced at the clock. It was almost six a.m. That meant it was Saturday morning and he had a date with Justin Taylor. Technically he had already had a sort of date with Justin before, but this one would be different. And he wouldn't be taking Justin to Babylon, that was for fucking sure.

Brian shoved himself up off the bed. He decided he would have a shower and head for the gym for an hour or two.

In the shower his mind kept wandering to that kiss he and Justin had shared. Justin was one hot and desirable little bundle. But you can't have him, Kinney, he kept reminding himself. Justin was bound to be just as turned off as Garnet had been once he learned the truth. Even if Justin wouldn't be cruel like Garnet, he wouldn't want Brian once he found out. And if he didn't run immediately, the last thing Brian wanted was a pity fuck.

"Shit!" he mumbled to himself as he turned off the water and stepped out. He toweled off quickly before his mind could go to those places that only caused pain. He hurried out to go to the gym, stopping for a latte on the way.

"Hi, hi, hi," Emmett greeted him. "Haven't seen much of you lately."

"I've been busy."

"With that tasty little morsel that you had at Babylon?"

Brian glared at him as he started the Stairmaster. "Work," he said pointedly.

"All work and no play makes Brian a grumpy, old fag."

"Honeycutt, watch the old shit!" Brian said ominously.

"Okay, okay, and don't call me Honeycutt. So what are you doing tonight?" Emmett asked thinking that he was changing the topic.

"None of your fucking business!"

"Sheesh, I was just making conversation."

"Just making conversation," Brian began, as a thought occurred to him. "Tell me, where would you like to go on a date?"

"Why, are you asking me out, Mr. Kinney sir?" Emmett said in his best southern belle voice.

"In your dreams, Honeycutt."

"Don't call me Honeycutt," Emmett repeated.

"Then answer the fucking question," Brian retorted as he started to really feel the workout from the Stairmaster.

"Dinner at a nice restaurant with candles and wine, a stroll along the dimly lit street and a major fuckfest when we got back to my place," Emmett blurted out.

"TMI, Honeycutt, TMI," Brian said shaking his head.

"Well, you asked, and don't call…"

"I know. Thanks for the 411." Brian stepped off the machine and wiped his brow. He started to walk towards the change rooms.

"Hey, where are you going? Ted and Michael should be here any minute."

"I'll see them another time. I have things to do."

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Brian pushed the buzzer at Justin's apartment.

"I'll be right down," the familiar voice said.

Brian stepped outside and quickly lit a cigarette. He hated this whole dating thing. It was always so tense and phony. That had been one of the reasons he had allowed himself to take part in that fucking relationship with Garnet. Being a couple avoided the whole dating thing. Couples could fuck and go out and nobody thought anything of it. Nobody made annoying comments. It had worked for a while until…

"Hey," Justin's voice said from behind him.

Brian turned from where he was leaning on the car. "Hey, yourself." He felt his cock swell at the sight of the young man. He looked like a million dollars in a rust colored sweater and camel slacks. "You should wear that for the photo shoot." He watched Justin's face fall.

"I wore it for you," Justin said softly.

"It … you look great."

That beautiful smile returned as Brian indicated the door of the Corvette and Justin climbed in.

"Where are we going?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," Brian smirked as he pulled out of the apartment driveway.

Justin smiled and leaned back ready to accept whatever Brian had planned for him. Before long they pulled into a parking lot.

Brian got out and hurried around the car to open the door for Justin. Justin beamed at him as he got out. Brian felt his heart skip a beat. He knew what had made Justin such a great model. That body, that face, that smile, and tonight it was all for him.

They walked into the dimly lit restaurant. Justin looked around taking in the candlelight at each table and the couples sipping glasses of wine or eating their dinners.

"Very nice, Kinney," Justin said with a happy smile.

"Ah, Mr. Kinney, your table is ready," said the maitre d' and he escorted them to their table.

Brian ordered a bottle of wine and they sipped their drinks as they looked over the menus.

"What do you recommend?" Justin asked.

"The steaks are great and the penne a la vodka is excellent."

"Thanks," Justin replied. He liked doing this with Brian. He wouldn't have guessed that Brian was so suave and easy going from his previous encounters with the man.

They placed their orders and sat back to sip their wine. "I hope this place is all right," Brian said.

"So far it's great, but the final verdict will be in the food."

"Aah."

They spent a very pleasant evening, enjoyed the food and even the small talk. When they finished dinner, they walked out to the parking lot.

"That was great, Brian. I enjoyed myself."

"I … I did too," Brian replied realizing that he had had a very nice meal with Justin. And it hadn't been an effort at all.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Climb in and you'll see," Brian said opening the door of the Corvette for Justin.

Brian didn't have far to drive before pulling into the parking lot that abutted the walkway along the waterfront by the river.

"I thought we could take a little stroll," Brian said as they got out of the car.

"You're just full of good ideas tonight," Justin beamed.

"Glad you think so." And he really was.

They walked along the water looking at the lights reflected below them. The evening was cool, but not too cool. When they came to a dark area between the lights and nobody seemed to be around, Justin initiated another kiss. This came more easily than the one the other night, but no less passionately. Justin could feel Brian's heat and hardness as the kiss continued.

"I think it's time to go home," Justin whispered as he broke the kiss.

"Yeah," Brian agreed.

They walked back to the car and got in. It didn't take Brian long to drive to Justin's apartment. Justin had a happy little smile on his face all the way there. Brian pulled up in front of the door to the building. Justin got out expecting Brian to park the car and follow him in.

"Justin," Brian said from the driver's seat.

Justin bent over and looked back in the open window on his side of the car. "The visitor's parking is over there," Justin pointed.

"I … I'm not coming up." He witnessed the anger engulf Justin's usually kind and beautiful face.

"Why the fuck not?"

"I … I can't."

"You mean you don't want to. Am I too fucking old for you?" Justin demanded before a bout of sneezing took him.

"You're not too old. You're just right. You're perfect, but I'm not."

"What the fuck is this all about? Tell me what's going on."

"Cancer … testicular cancer."

Brian gunned the car out of the apartment driveway leaving Justin to stare after him in stunned shock.

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