High School Reunion

Chapter 3

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Two days passed, and Justin carefully avoided any further mention of the high school reunion. However, he did rescue the invitation and the envelope that came with it from the wastebasket beside Brian’s computer table. He knew he would have to do something soon, as he would be heading back to New York Sunday evening. That only left Saturday and Sunday to convince Brian to go to the reunion.

When Brian came home from work early on Friday afternoon, he found Justin naked and aroused on his bed. It was a pleasant if rather disconcerting thing to find as he walked up the steps to the bedroom.

“What brought this on, Sunshine?” Brian asked with a smirk.

“I thought we should have a wild, debauched weekend, and I got an early start.” Justin grinned at Brian.

“You remind me of someone,” Brian said thoughtfully as he loosened his tie.

“Somebody hot! Patrick Swayze in his heyday? Justin Timberlake?”

“The Cheshire Cat.”

Justin frowned. “Why would you say that?”

“What are you up to?”

“I just thought you’d be happy that I was up,” Justin laughed.

“I am,” Brian replied getting out of his suit.

“That’s good,” Justin grinned, continuing to stroke himself.

“But I also know you’re up to something.”

“Later,” Justin moaned as Brian fitted himself over top of his lover. “Much later.”

 

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When they came up for air some time later, they decided to order Thai and fool around some more until the food arrived. That led to a little more action, and then they were definitely ready for food.

They sat on the floor at the coffee table and ate with chopsticks. The food was delicious and they had worked up quite an appetite. Justin decided Brian was in a good frame of mind for his proposal.

“Want to go to Babylon later?” Justin asked.

“To meet Mikey and the professor?”

“How? How did you know?”

“You should realize by now that Michael cannot keep a secret.”

Justin shook his head. He thought back on some of his own secrets that Michael had spilled to Brian, not least among them the one involving a certain violin player. He wondered what Michael had told Brian about the proposed night at Babylon.

“So, what are you two bottoms cooking up?” Brian asked snapping up a shrimp with his chopsticks and depositing it expertly in his mouth.

“We’re not cooking up anything,” Justin declared. “When we were working on Rage the other day, we decided that a night at Babylon might be fun.”

“But you chose not to tell me about it until now.”

“Well…”

“Justin,” Brian said ominously.

“Okay, so I also talked to Michael about the high school reunion.”

“What the fuck for?” Brian demanded setting down his plate.

“Because I think you should go. Michael and Ben are going,” Justin said hopefully.

“And how the fuck did you talk Mikey into that? He had an even worse time in high school than I did.”

“I told him he should take Ben. Nobody will mess with him if Ben is at his side.”

Brian thought about that for a minute. “Big Ben would be a major deterrent to bullies,” he admitted.

“That’s what I thought,” Justin said smugly. He waited for Brian to say something about going. When nothing was forthcoming, he said, “So, what do you think? Are you going to go?”

“I already told you that I have absolutely no desire to see any of my former classmates ever again.”

“But if Michael goes…”

“I hope he and Ben have a lovely time,” Brian said, standing up and carrying his plate over to the counter.

“Brian?”

“I’m not going.”

“But…”

“Which part of ‘not going’ don’t you understand?”

“Okay, okay,” Justin said quickly. He didn’t want to fight about this. “Can we still go to Babylon?”

Brian turned and looked at Justin. The raised eyebrow spoke volumes about the lack of trust in what Justin was proposing. “If this is a trip to Babylon … and nothing else,” Brian stated.

“It is,” Justin replied quickly.

“Good … shower … now.”

After a refreshing and rather strenuous shower, they dressed for Babylon. Brian was sleek and dangerous looking all in black. Justin shone like the sun, or maybe more like the moon, in a glittering silver shirt. They made a striking couple as they set out for the dance club.

Michael and Ben were waiting by the bar when they came in.

“Beam,” Brian said immediately.

“Make it two,” Justin quickly added.

“Mikey, Professor,” Brian said acknowledging the two men once he’d had a sip of his drink.

Justin took a drink of his Beam and tried to give Michael the high sign to keep his mouth shut about the reunion. No such luck, however.

“So Brian, did the Boy Wonder talk you into going to our high school reunion?” Michael asked.

Justin groaned inwardly.

Brian screwed up his face in displeasure. “No, Mikey. Just because you’re fool enough to agree to go doesn’t mean I am.”

“Hey?” Michael protested.

“Watch your language where my husband is concerned,” Ben warned.

“You don’t need to practice defending poor wittle Mikey to me, Professor. You’ll get plenty of chances to do that at the fucking high school reunion. Let’s dance, Sunshine,” Brian said finishing his drink and dragging Justin onto the dance floor.

“Asshole!” Michael shouted after him.

“Brian,” Justin tried to start his explanation. “I tried to stop him…”

“Don’t bother. I knew you two were plotting something. I don’t want to go to the fucking reunion, so that’s that.”

“If you say so.”

“I say so.”

Brian started grinding against his young lover. Everyone at Babylon watched blatantly or surreptitiously. It didn’t matter. They hadn’t seen the Brian and Justin show very often since Justin had gone to work on his art in New York City. Some of the new denizens of Babylon had never seen them before, at least not together. The old timers were more than familiar with their interaction. It still created a sensation. The restrooms and the backroom always got quite a workout when they put on their show. Men were creaming their pants, jerking off or getting fucked all over the dance club as a result of the exhibition by the two men.

“Brian,” Justin gasped as he felt his hard dick rubbing against Brian’s leg. “You have to stop or I’m going to come.”

“Pussy!” Brian reacted, and headed for the bar. He needed another drink. He ordered a double and threw it back.

Justin trailed along behind Brian. “Maybe we should leave,” he said when he got another drink for himself.

“Haven’t you and Mikey got a back-up plan for convincing me to go to that fucking reunion?” Brian snarked.

“I’ll never mention it again. I promise,” Justin swore, hand on his heart. “I don’t want to fight with you. I came here from New York to spend time with you. I love you, Brian. I thought it would be good for you to go to your reunion, and show them that at least one fag was successful and happy and … fabulous.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m successful, happy and fabulous?” Brian asked.

“Of course I do.” Brian snorted. “You are!”

“Flattery does not become you,” Brian said sarcastically.

“It’s not flattery. I mean every word. I just thought that it would be kind of like my prom.” Justin saw Brian flinch. “I still don’t remember that night, but you’ve told me what it was like. Daphne says I was so happy and proud that you had decided to come to my prom. You said I called it the best night of my life.”

“Yeah, and look how it ended,” Brian said bitterly.

“I can’t change what happened, but I thought maybe we could go to the reunion, and you could be as proud and happy to be there with me, as I was the night you came to my prom.”

Brian stared into the blue eyes. “That was what you thought, was it?” Brian whispered loud enough for Justin to hear him over the music.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go home,” Brian said softly, his breath warm against Justin’s ear.

“Okay.”

Brian took Justin’s hand and dragged him towards the entrance of Babylon.

“Am I forgiven?” Justin asked.

“Nothing to forgive,” Brian said as they left the building. When they reached the car, he backed Justin up against it and kissed him so hard and so sweet and so hot that Justin thought he was going to melt into a puddle of goo.

“What was that for?” Justin gasped when Brian released him.

“It’s for being the person that you are,” Brian said getting into the car. He started the engine. “Let’s go home and fuck.”

“I like the way you think,” Justin laughed as he was driven back against the seat of the car as Brian peeled the Corvette away from the curb, leaving Babylon and its denizens behind.
 

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