Perfection

Chapter 4

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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 once favorite club for months.

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 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.

Brian sat up with a start. Sweat poured from his body. His mouth was dry and tasted horrible. His breath came in short gasps. He felt like shit. How many times had he had that fucking dream? Too many.

With a groan he slid off the bed in the loft and went into the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and looked up into the mirror. The face that he saw there didn't look so different from the face he had seen only a few months ago, and yet, everything was different.

The dream he had just had, that he had had night after night for weeks, continued to haunt him. It had come to him less frequently lately, and he had thought maybe it was going to stop. But now, that seemed wishful thinking. He was sure his dream, his nightmare, would be what happened if he ever did venture back to his old stomping ground at Babylon.

And now in a moment of bravado and bragging he had agreed to take Justin Taylor there. What the fuck had he been thinking?

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"Theodore?"

"Um … yes."

"Is that how you always answer the phone?"

"If you ever called me, you would know."

"I'm calling you now."

"I know. So what do you want, Brian?"

"You can call me Boss."

"It's Saturday afternoon. Why do I need to call you Boss? I'm on my own time."

"I want you to meet me at Babylon around ten tonight."

"Babylon?"

"Yeah, you know, the place with all the sweaty, gyrating, manly bodies."

"I know what and where Babylon is. What I don't know is why you are asking me to go there. Is this like a … a date?"

"Fuck, no!" Brian let out a sigh. He was calling Ted as a backup for his sort of date thing with Justin Taylor. He would feel better if there were other people around that he knew and who could keep things on an even keel with Justin. It was just supposed to be friends getting together. And that was all he wanted it to be … yet. "I've been rethinking the idea of owning Babylon. I thought I'd check out the potential investment tonight."

"Oh, so this is business."

"In a manner of speaking."

"I'll be happy to give you my expert judgment," Ted said formally.

"I want you to bring Emmett."

"Emmett? What for? He doesn't know anything about investments or business."

"He knows about clubs," Brian stated.

"Okay, okay, Babylon at ten."

"Oh, and Theodore, try to wear something that won't make me ashamed to be seen in public with you."

"Of course, Boss," Ted tried to say, but Brian had already hung up.

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Brian stood outside of Babylon. It was almost ten, and he realized that he was nervous as hell. He was on a fucking date, sort of. He must have lost his mind.

He hoped Ted and Emmett were already inside. He didn't want them to see him standing on the sidewalk waiting for someone. Brian Kinney did not wait for people. But that was exactly what he was doing.

Before Brian could get really frazzled about what he was doing, he saw Justin walking along the sidewalk towards him. The man looked fine. He was wearing tight leather pants and a gauzy kind of shirt. Brian felt his cock swell at the sight. If only he dared…

"Hey," Brian said as Justin approached.

"Hey, I hope I'm not late."

"Not at all. Let's go in."

Brian ushered Justin into the club. They went to one of the bars on the main floor and Brian bought them drinks. Justin had his usual Heineken and Brian had a scotch. He wanted a double, but he opted for the shot instead. He didn't want to get drunk too quickly. There would be plenty of time after this date fiasco was over.

They leaned against the bar watching the men dance. Justin noticed that Brian got many looks and a couple of very obvious invitations. Brian shook his head each time. Justin found that quite touching, even though they weren't technically together, Justin appreciated having Brian by his side until he got the feel of the place.

Brian watched men ogle Justin. He could hardly blame them. Justin was a model and a helluva good looking guy. Justin seemed oblivious to what was going on. He smiled and commented on some of the dancers but never let on that he was being hit on. Brian found this strange but rather endearing that the man stayed with him and didn't head off at the first invitation. Justin could have already been in the back room if he had wanted to be.

"Wanna dance?" Justin asked rather shyly.

"Um … sure," Brian replied. He followed Justin out onto the dance floor.

Brian knew he wasn't a very good dancer, but it wasn't his dancing that was the attraction. He moved a little bit as he watched Justin get into the music. Justin seemed to feel the rhythms deep inside and he responded in an exuberant but very sexy way. Brian felt himself grow hard as he pulled Justin against his body and they started to grind into each other. By the end of the song they were sweating and very hard.

"Want to go to the back room?" Justin whispered almost shyly.

Brian didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to go to the back room with Justin. He so wanted that. But he feared the result. He opened his mouth to say something when he heard another voice.

"Brian! Over here," Ted called. He and Emmett were leaning against the bar.

Brian looked up relieved not to have to answer Justin's question. "That's Ted and Emmett," he said instead. "Come meet them."

Justin followed Brian over to the bar. Brian made the introductions and then ordered a round of drinks.

"I could swear I've seen you someplace before," Emmett observed staring at Justin.

"You probably have," Brian smirked. "Justin's a model."

"Oh my fucking God, Calvin Klein underwear!" Emmett was practically shouting.

"Among other things," Justin admitted.

"How did Brian find you?" Ted asked looking at his boss for an explanation.

"Um … he didn't find me. We kind of bumped into each other and started talking," Justin said slowly.

"Talking!" both Ted and Emmett said simultaneously.

"Yeah, you know that thing where you move your lips and sounds come out," Brian snarked. He hoped that would shut them both up.

"I can't imagine why Brian would want to talk when…" Emmett began. Brian's glare stopped him.

"It's nice to meet you," Ted said extending his hand to Justin. He could tell by Brian's demeanor that they needed to get off the topic of how they met and talking and whatever the fuck else they had been saying.

"Hey," a voice said from behind Justin. "Wanna dance?"

Justin turned to see a nice looking young man staring at him. "Um … no thanks," Justin said.

"You should … go dance … enjoy yourself," Brian told him hoping to get Justin to forget about the invitation to the back room.

"Well, I… Um … sure, if you like," Justin stammered and allowed himself to be drawn out onto the dance floor.

"Why did you let him get away?" Emmett demanded. "He's a great looking guy."

"He … he's not my type," Brian said lamely.

"Since when is a gorgeous guy like that not your type?" Ted wanted to know.

"I think I've seen enough of Babylon for tonight," Brian said hastily. "Put an offer in tomorrow, Ted. I'll see you at the office." Brian started to walk away.

"But what about Justin?" Emmett called after him.

"Tell him … something came up, and I had to leave. He's a big boy. He can get himself home."

Ted and Emmett stared in disbelief as Brian walked out of Babylon.

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