Getting Close

At Woody's

"So, what about a game of pool?" Michael asked.

"Sure", Brian answered. "Do you play?" he asked looking at Justin.

"I've played a few times but I pretty much suck at it."

"Well you can play with me and I'll be your tutor. Mikey, you can pair up with Ted."

"What about me?" Emmett asked.

Brian raised his brows at Emmett and asked: "Do you really want to play?"

"Well not actually. I prefer watching."

"Okay Mikey, you start."

Michael shot but didn't sink anything.

"Well, I think it's our turn then", Brian grinned and handed the cue to Justin.

"So what do I do?" Justin asked.

"Go for the four, the purple one to the corner", Brian said.

Justin leaned towards the table and was just about to take the shot when Brian interrupted him: "Wait, I'll help you." Brian walked behind Justin and leaned towards his body.

"You should put your fingers like this; you'll get a better feel for the cue", Brian explained when he re-arranged Justin's fingers. "Then you hit at the bottom of the ball so it wont end up in the pocket too."

"Okay, should I shoot hard or softly?"

"I'll shoot with you and so just follow my lead."

Brian leaned even tighter into Justin and put his right hand behind Justin's on the cue.

Justin's POV

Oh my god, I'm gonna die! Is that his…? Fuck, it is. Damn, his dick is on my ass. I can't believe this. How is my dick going to survive this? Okay Taylor, just concentrate on the game.

Brian's POV

Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. God his ass feels good! I can't believe I'm doing this. And my dick is living a life of its own. Great. Well, all I have to do is look at Ted and it will go down. Hell, there's some use of Ted after all.

Justin locked eyes with Emmett and grinned and Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Ready?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, sure", Justin answered.

They took the shoot and sank the ball.

"Yes!" Justin exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Hey, isn't that unfair", Michael whined.

Justin rolled his eyes at Emmett causing him to chuckle.

"Come on Mikey, Ted can help you", Brian said.

"Yeah yeah, fine. Go on with the game then", Michael said.

The boys played the game and Brian kept tutoring Justin. They were again in a close connection to each other and Emmett - with most of the clientele in Woody's - was watching them. 'For fuck's sake, why don't they just fuck and get it over with? I can actually feel the sexual heat between them. And all these men practically drooling over them. And the two of them just seem so oblivious to all of that. I just wonder how much these men would be ready to pay to see Brian and Justin get it on on the pool table?' Emmett had to snicker at his own thought.

"What's so funny?" Brian asked.

"Ooh, nothing", Emmett answered.

"I never thought I could enjoy playing pool so much ", Justin said.

"Well you've never played with me before", Brian said and added whispering: "I know my way with balls. All kinds of balls…" Justin blushed.

The night went on and all seemed to enjoy, especially Brian and Justin. Time just flew away and before they noticed it was already 2 a.m.

"I think I should call it a night", Justin said. "Brian, would you mind giving me a ride home?"

"No, I should be heading home too anyway."

"I thought we were planning on going to Babylon", Michael whined.

'God Mikey, just let it go already; Brian is never going to fuck you and you know how much Brian hates whining. You've got Ben so be happy with him and let Brian live his own life. I think Justin has snatched a little piece of Brian already', Emmett thought.

"I have to meet Lindsay in the morning and I'd like to get some sleep before that. But you boys go ahead; maybe you have better chances when I'm not there", Brian said with his tongue-in-cheek smirk.

"I drink to that", Ted said lifting his drink.

"Okay, we're off!" Brian said guiding Justin to the door by the small of his back.

"Bye guys", Justin said.

"Bye sweetie", Emmett said.

Outside of Woody's

When Brian and Justin were outside, Brian took his cigarettes out of his pocket and offered Justin too.

"No thanks, I don't smoke."

"Yeah well, it's a bad habit anyway. Do you mind if I smoke one before we go?"

"No, if you really want to kill yourself", Justin said raising his brows.

Brian looked at Justin for a moment, lighted his cigarette and shrugged: "Well, I'll die anyway."

"I think Michael has some serious issues with me. Have I done something to upset him?" Justin asked leaning to Brian's Lexus.

"I honestly don't know what's Michael's problem. He has never behaved like this before. I just hope he'll get over it. Fast. I'm sure though that you haven't done anything wrong."

"Good. You know, I really like Emmett. He's so… I don't know…"

"Queenie?"

"Yeah, but in a good way. He's not afraid to be himself; you know, in the same way as Debbie."

"Yeah, I've always wondered maybe they're relatives in some way", Brian smiled.

"Ted on the other hand seems a bit serious."

"He is but he's a very good accountant. And he likes his men young so watch out."

Justin furrowed his brows and said: "No offense, but I don't think Ted's really my type."

"No? Damn, you just broke Teddy's heart. Well, I guess it's just as well 'cause he wouldn't have dared to approach you anyway." Brian stubbed out his cigarette and asked: "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

In Brian's car

Brian stopped the car in front of Justin's building and Justin unfastened his seat belt and was going to get out when Brian grabbed his hand and said: "Justin, wait."

Justin turned to face Brian and before he realized it Brian kissed him. The kiss was short and gentle but full of promise. When they broke the kiss, Brian saw the perplexity on Justin's face.

"I'm sorry, I had to do it", Brian said apologetically.

Justin looked into Brian's eyes for a moment and put his right hand behind Brian's neck and pulled him into another kiss. This kiss started out gently but soon became more passionate. Both men tried to get as close as possible to one another. When they finally had to break the kiss to catch some air, both of them were smiling so widely no words were necessary. Justin touched Brian's hand lightly and simply said: "Later", and got out of the car.

"Later", Brian said and drove off.

At Justin's and Daphne's

Justin went inside and tried to be quiet. He went to the kitchen and decided to grab something to eat. He was checking the fridge when suddenly: "So, how did it go?"

Justin jumped at the sound.

"Fuck Daph, you scared me to death! I thought you were sleeping. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was reading. I couldn't sleep. So tell me, how did it go?"

"Oh my god, it was so great! Brian was tutoring me at pool. He was so close to me that I could feel his dick against my ass."

"Wow, way too much information!"

"Sorry. Well anyway, the best part is yet to come", Justin said beaming.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to drag it out of you?"

"He kissed me", Justin said bluntly.

"No way!"

"Yes way. In the car. I thought I might die or at least faint; it was sooo fabulous!"

"Fuck Jus, could you have picked any queerer word?"

Justin rolled his eyes at her and said: "Well what do you expect? I'm queer and I'm happy and I just kissed my dream man. Right now I feel fabulous!" Justin said lifting his hands on the air exaggeratingly.

Daphne had to smile at her friend.

"I'm so happy for you Jus."

"Thanks Daph."

Next morning at the loft

"Brian, are you listening?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah sure", Brian said absent-mindedly.

"What's wrong with you? Did something happen last night? You seem to be so deep in your own thoughts."

Brian was quiet for a moment and then said simply: "I kissed him."

"Brian, you kiss a lot of men; what was so special in this one?"

"It was Justin."

"Really?" Lindsay cooed. "So how was it?"

"Fine."

"Come on Brian, don't try to bullshit me, I know you. You loved it, didn't you?"

Brian didn't answer; he just kept staring at his coffee.

"Oh my God Brian, you're in love with him!"

"I am not!" Brian exclaimed. "I don't do love", he added a bit defensively.

"You know 'believing in love' and 'falling in love' are two different things."

"Whatever."

"I take it you don't wanna discuss this?"

"No I don't."

"Fine. Can we then talk about this artwork you wanted me to do for you? When do you need this?"

"By Wednesday, I have a pitch on Thursday."

"Okay, I can do it by then. I'll come by on Wednesday around six, is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, I'll see you on Wednesday then." Lindsay gathered her things and went to the door.

"Bye Brian!"

"Bye."

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