My One Night with Brian Kinney

I feel the vibrating sensation on my leg, reaching into my pocket I pull out my cell phone. The caller display tells me its Chris, with a small smile gracing my lips I answer.

"Hey."

"Hey…you okay?"

"Not really." I tell him.

"I could come over, sneak into your room."

"You better not, my mums been coming up to check on me continuously like every 15 minutes." it's a lie but what's one more it can't hurt.

"Okay, so I'll see you at school Monday right?"

"Yeah I'll be there."

"Justin…"

"I know I love you too." Chris isn't exactly upfront with his emotions but he tries. I don't care what my parents think I love him and we're going to be together no matter what.

"JUSTIN GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I slowly close my eyes to the sound of my dad's shouting.

"I'd better go." I tell Chris.

"Okay."

"Bye." I whisper barely above a murmur.

"Bye." I hear before I hang up the phone.

"JUSTIN…" there it is again the shouting.

"I'M COMING!" I shout back "give me a fucking minute." I say quietly to myself.

Opening my bedroom door I step out onto the landing, I quietly close the door behind me. I walk down the stairs slowly and eventually make it into the living room. There sits my dad and mum on each end of the sofa. I choose to sit in the armchair close to the door. I bring my legs up close to my body and hug them with my arms. I wait for their tirade to begin. It must have been a shock to catch me and Chris together.  They had no clue I was gay. I'm no different, I'm still the same Justin Taylor. Just because I'm attracted to men doesn't make me any different.

"This afternoon when your father and I caught you…we…"

"Its sick, disgusting, its wrong and I don't EVER want to hear about it again." came the words from my father's mouth. Apparently I'm disgusting, his own son. I choose to say nothing.

"What your father means is that we have Molly to consider and she's so young and we'd appreciate it if…"

"IF I stayed in the closet. No matter what I'll always be your queer son." fuck it I'm done with being quiet. I finally release my legs from their grip. Its times like this I wish I had a camera because their faces are priceless.

"Me and Chris, we love each other and we're going to be together no matter what." I get up and head back up to my room.

"JUSTIN!" I hear shouted as I climb the stairs. When I get to my room I flop down onto the bed. See Chris and me have known each other all throughout high school but it was just after my 18th birthday three months ago that we first got together. Danny Thomas was having this party. You know the typical high school party where some bimbo goes topless, the only alcohol available is cheap beer and everyone tries their hardest to get laid. Since the party we've been inseparable.

Seconds later my dad bursts into my room.

"Don't you know how to fucking knock?" I ask him in a slightly raised voice.

"Get back downstairs we haven't finished talking." Craig tells me, I can tell he's trying so hard not to physically drag me down the stairs.

"Yeah well I'm done talking.  You made it perfectly clear what you thought of me"

"Just tell me you'll end it with this boy…this Chris."

"No." I stand up in front of him glaring him right in the eyes. I'll show him. I'll show him I'm not afraid. I'll show him I'm not some scared little faggot.

"I want you to leave, I want you out of my house." Craig tells me in a composed voice. I will myself not to cry. I stand strong, looking him directly in the eyes.

"If that's what you want." he doesn't answer of course instead he nods his head.

"Give me 10 minutes to pack a few things" he leaves closing the door behind him. That's it, its over. Finished. My own parents hate me for being me. I knew my dad was homophobic that's why I never wanted him to know. Somehow I always thought he'd find out when I was in college so then it wouldn't matter so much but now I'm a homeless high school student. The need to cry is so strong but I focus on packing my bag. I grab my sketchbooks along with my charcoals, a few pencils, a change of clothes, some toiletries and clean underwear.

I slip on my jacket check for my cell phone and my wallet. I find my keys, they're not really mine anymore but I'll take them. I'll still have to come back sometime to collect the rest of my things. I sling the bag over my shoulder and open my bedroom door. Before I step out I look back into the room. My eyes casually trace the contents from my bed, to the nightstand, my drawers, the closet and my desk. Maybe I'm trying to memorise it or maybe it's my way of saying goodbye. I remember a photo I have of Chris and me in my nightstand drawer. I retrieve it and place it in the inside pocket of my jacket. I close the door as I leave my bedroom and eventually make my way down the stairs. I'm not surprised to see that no one is by the front door, no sad goodbye scene from my mum, just nothing.

Opening the front door the sound of the rain hits me first. Small puddles have formed near the front porch and the darkness of the night creates an eerie scene as I step out with no destination in mind. I will myself not to look back at the house as I walk off down the street. I knew if I did my mum would be looking out of the window and any strength I have would drain from my body immediately. The tears flow freely now but because of the heavy rain they go unnoticed to any passers-by.

I can't help but think back to earlier today and how unbelievably happy I was. I had a deadline for a paper that was due today it was worth a large percentage of my grade so when I finally handed it in, the huge weight it posed finally was lifted. Plus with it being Friday I knew I had the whole weekend to be with Chris. We don't see much of each other at school and if we do its usually a quick grope in the bathroom. Our relationship is a secret, which I like to some degree. The sneaking around can be exciting but sometimes I do hate the hiding and pretending. Chris is captain of the football team and his teammates are unaware of his sexuality. Nobody knows of our relationship except my best friend Daphne. So earlier today Chris and me were up in my room when my parents came home early. Luckily we had already made love and were simply lying in bed when there was a knock at my bedroom door. My father burst into my room to a scene of his eighteen year old son cuddled up with the captain of the football team. After the shouting and Chris rushing to put on his clothes I noticed the time was only seven thirty. My parents told me they were going out to dinner so I thought that either they ate quickly or they didn't end up going. The only answer I got though when I asked why they were back so early was that my mother had a headache.

I glance at my watch and notice its coming up to nine p.m. I have no idea where I'm headed, I guess I could stay at a hotel for the night I mean I have quite a lot in my savings. I can't believe my parents KNOW which doesn't mean shit compared to the fact that they kicked me out. In some ways I'm glad they know because I simply hated to pretend I was someone I wasn't. If an attractive woman were on the TV my mum would always ask oh isn't she pretty? I always just smiled at my mum never commenting.

I end up stopping under a sheltered bus stop. Its then I realise I'm drenched through. My sketchbooks in my bag are probably ruined and all my spare clothing wet too. I sit down on the bench (at least its dry) and try to formulate a plan on where I'm going to sleep for the night. I could go to Daphne's but she'd want me to totally rehash the whole story with extensive details, I guess I just can't deal with that right now. Then there's Chris, he should put me up for the night but I don't want to see him. Its his fault I'm homeless if we'd never have got together then I'd still be at home. Yeah at home as an eighteen year old virgin masturbating to porn on late night TV. I don't blame Chris I'm just so fucking angry at the rejection by my parents who I believed would love me unconditionally.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by a door opening right in front of where I'm sat. As I look up a very handsome and strikingly beautiful man walks out. My mouth falls open and my eyes almost bug right out of my head. The guy turns to me and meets my gaze so I quickly look at my feet and the pavement below. I can tell my heart rate has increased and I think it quickens more so, if that's possible when I realise he's standing next to me.

"You okay?" he asks me.

"I'm fine." my voice cracks as I try to make it sound convincing.

"You look a little wet."

"How perceptive of you." I finally meet his gaze and he has this sexy smirk on his face.

"I'm Brian." he holds out his hand, I place mine in his and shake it answering, "I'm Justin."  Our hands linger for longer than necessary but I certainly don't mind.

"What you doing sitting out here?"

"No place else to go…I figured there'd be a hotel round here someplace so I can crash for the night." my voice sounds very hesitant and maybe slightly distant.

"Well I'm about to head over to my hotel, I can give you a ride and you can get a room."

"Well where you staying?"

"The Renaissance."

"I can't afford a room there, I probably couldn't even pay for a drink at the hotel bar."

"You shouldn't be drinking anyway your not 21." Brian tells me smiling.

"How'd you know how old I am?" I smile back at him.

"You look about 12."

"I'm 18." We both look directly at each other and the silence builds as the seconds go by. Eventually Brian begins to talk again.

"Anyway I'm staying in one of the executive suites so I have a spare couch going…"

"Why are you helping me?"

"I don't know…" he clears his throat "but just accept it okay I can't leave you here."

"I barely know you." I stand up and the first thing I notice is how tall Brian is. He seems to almost tower over me. Chris is the same height as me, which in some ways is great. But seeing Brian knowing he could hold me and really protect me makes me want to go with him. Just then a Limo pulls up to the curb.

"Sir?" a slightly overweight guy older than Brian jogs up to us. I notice he's wearing a uniform, a chauffeur's uniform.

"Sir you ready to go?" the older guy asks Brian.

"In a minute Steve." Brian tells him.

"I'll be in the car si." Steve tells Brian. Almost immediately he's gone and its just Brian and me again. It's still heavily raining and all that can be heard are the raindrops hitting the roof of the bus shelter.

"You said you had no place to go and I've got a spare couch…it makes sense…you can dry off, get some food…"

"I'm not really hungry," I tell him which is the honest truth.

"Well how about a drink?"

"Maybe." I answer grinning up at him.

"Come on." He directs me to the back of his limo. I chuck my bag on the floor just in front of my feet and that's when I notice how big the limo is. Brian's obviously a wealthy man and the interior of this limo says it all. Leather seats for about seven people, a mini fridge, a telephone, soft lighting all around luxurious.

"Back to the Renaissance still sir?" Steve asks.

"Yes Steve thank you." Brian answers.

Steve pulls away from the curb and into the traffic. I see on the little display that it's practically nine-thirty. The silence beckons and surprisingly its not at all uncomfortable but my wet clothes certainly are.

"You were obviously staying with your parents…" Brian begins.

"Yeah they kicked me out," I tell him.

"You must of done something pretty bad for them to kick you out?"

"I didn't do anything," I say maybe too harshly.

"Well you must have done something they wouldn't just…"

"I'm gay," I tell him bluntly.

"I know that." Brian smiles at me.

"Well that's your fucking reason then."

"Justin…"

"Look I'm sorry its just I'm so angry you know and…" I simply shrug my shoulders.

"I can imagine." the silence adorns us again.

"Thank you." I tell him.

"For what?" Brian asks.

"Helping me out." this time Brian runs his fingers through my wet hair making it stand up. Brian begins to laugh out loud.

"Asshole." I mutter patting my hair down, all the while though I'm smiling. I like Brian; he seems honest which is a very attractive trait. You can't help but notice also that on the outside Brian's a very beautiful man.

The drive carries on in silence as we come into view the lights of downtown Pittsburgh. I think of how beautiful it is all lit up.

"Shit." I remember my sketchbooks in my bag. I pray they're not ruined as I haul my bag onto my lap. I can feel Brian's intense gaze as I riffle through my bag. My clothes seem to have taken the brunt of the downpour leaving my sketchpads relatively dry except for a few patches around the edges. I sigh in relief as I flick through them just to be certain they're okay.

"You draw?" Brian asks me.

"A little."

"Can I see?" I hand over the three sketchpads I have and he opens up the first one. I glance at his profile as he studies my drawings. I really have to fight with myself not to reach out and trace my fingers across his face. He must feel my gaze as he turns towards me looking me directly in the eye. Steve then does a right turn and I lean closer to Brian our eyes never losing contact. The limo then stops at what must be a red light.

"Whose that?" Brian asks pointing to one of my sketches.

"That's Chris." I tell him.

"Boyfriend?" I shrug my shoulders and answer "more like lover." Chris and me have never admitted to each other that we're boyfriends or even said we're exclusive. I know Chris has been out with a couple of girls since we've been seeing each other, he's just too afraid that anyone will find out he's a fag. I'm still madly in love with him though or so I keep telling myself.

"He's captain of the football team we've been together a couple of months now." I reveal to Brian.

"I bet its all a secret right?" Brian asks I just nod my head I guess I'm kind of ashamed that my own lover doesn't want to be seen with me.

"I bet the sex is hot though?" Brian asks his eyebrows rise up and I can suddenly feel my face burning up, as my cheeks turn red. I glance down at the floor of the limo because Brian's sudden boldness made me blush. I then hear him laugh quietly before placing a hand on the back of my neck.

"You look cute when you blush." he tells me as he rubs my neck gently before removing his hand. I want to beg him to put his hand back where it was but instead I stay silent. I hear the flicker of a few more pages as he scrutinizes my sketchpads.

"Whose that?" I glance over at what he's referring to and see a sketch of Craig.

"My dad." I turn away I don't want to look at it. I'd rather rip the drawing up into small pieces and throw them out the sunroof of the limo and watch them fly throughout downtown Pittsburgh. I know I'm a drama queen.

"So how'd he find out you were gay? You didn't come out to him did you?"

"He caught me and Chris together. I mean we weren't doing anything we were just laying in bed and the next thing I know is that my parents are home and my dad's bursting into my room. We had this sort of argument and then he told me to get out because I said I wouldn't stop seeing Chris." I will myself not to cry in front of Brian, luckily though as the drive carries on the almost tears subside. Brian hands me back my sketchpads and I hug them to my body as though they're a lifeline. Brian tells me I'm very talented. I just whisper a small thanks in reply.

After a few minutes we eventually pull up at the 'Renaissance Hotel'. It's located in the cultural district of the Pitts; the 6th Street Bridge and the Allegheny River are like right there. Steve opens the door and Brian and I step out. I pull my bag over my shoulder and wait for Brian as he talks to Steve. I hear one of them mutter something about 9:30 and then suddenly Brian's there and he leads me into the hotel.

Brian quickly ushers me into the elevator and pushes the button for nearly the top floor.

"You know this reminds me of that film pretty woman."

"What?"

"You know coz Julia Roberts character gets picked up by Richard Gere and they go back to the hotel…"

"Firstly don't compare me to that old Hollywood crone and you're certainly no whore."

"Don't you think Richard Gere's hot for a 50 something year old guy?"

"No." Brian simply answers.

I look at Brian through the reflection of the elevator and run my gaze from head to toe. His suit is totally pristine, his shoes impeccably clean, no five o'clock shadow and not a hair on his head out of place. Then there's me, dressed in ratty jeans, a t-shirt and an old jacket everything all totally soaked through from the rain.

We finally arrive at our floor, Brian steps out of the elevator first, and I slowly follow behind. A man about Brian's height greets us, his nametag tells me he's called Jonathan Andrews and that he's the concierge. Brian tells him that I'll be staying with him tonight. I can feel my face turn red again. Again I'm pushed into an elevator and we only go up what appears to be two floors.

"Why did we change elevators?"

"I'm staying in the Presidential Suite." he says it as though it's supposed to answer my question.

"So?" I ask.

"So they don't just let any old SOB up here to wander around." we get off the elevator and turn right.

"I guess it's really expensive to stay here?" We arrive at his hotel room door he pulls out his key card and unlocks it.

"This is the best suite in the hotel what do you think?" he opens the door and all I can mutter is "holy shit."

As I walk through the entranceway I take my bag off my back and throw it down onto the floor. Brian turns on a couple of lamps before disappearing into what I assume is the bedroom. I glance around the room taking everything in. Everything is completely tidy as though no one is staying here at all. I walk towards the back of the suite to where there's a dining table and run my index finger along the shiny surface. I hear the bedroom door close and then Brian's feet scuffling towards me on the carpeted floor. I turn around and I firstly noticed he's changed into a pair of sweats and a black wifebeater. The mere sight of him has me gripping onto one of the dining chairs as my knees suddenly become weak and my mouth extremely dry.

"Here." Brian hands over some clothes. "Its just some sweats, your clothes are probably still wet," he adds.

"Thanks." I squeak out.

"You mind if I take a shower?" I ask.

"Go ahead, it's through there." Brian points to a doorway by the TV, which is near the front of the suite. I can't help but stare at his toned arms, all the muscles clearly defined.

"Like what you see?" he asks that same smirk back on his face.

"Not bad." I answer before moving off towards the bathroom. I make a detour and pickup my backpack from where I threw it down. Before I enter the bathroom I turn around and see Brian standing there smiling, I smile back before closing the bathroom door. I lean my head against the door and take a few deep breaths, just seeing his arms got me all flushed god knows what would happen if he was naked.

After a minute or two I turn around and take in my surroundings. There's a huge shower big enough for two, toilet, washbasin and a huge sunken bathtub. I decide to take a bath so I lean over and turn the taps on. I locate the free bubble bath the hotel provide you with and pour a load in under the stream of water.

Ten minutes later my clothes stripped off I sit down in the huge tub. Bubbles float along the top of the water and the smell of mango fills my nose.

I go under the water rewetting any hair that dried during the limo ride. I hold my breath for as long as possible before resurfacing coughing and spluttering. I wipe the bubbles from my face and slowly open my eyes. When I look up Brian's standing by the tub. He crouches down beside the tub, his eyes raking over the bathwater.

"Can I help you?" I enquire.

"Just wanted to know if you'd like something to eat now?"

"I'm fine. Really."

"I can order something from room service."

"No really Brian I'm fine."

"How about a drink?"

"A beer?" Brian looks at me with a small smile gracing his lips.

"You can have one beer," he answers holding up his index finger to emphasize his answer.

"Thanks." I tell him as he gets up to leave the bathroom. He opens the door but before he leaves I call out "Brian?"

"Yeah?" he turns around his eyes meeting mine.

"You want to join me?" I ask jokingly but wanting him to accept my offer.

"Brat." he calls me before leaving the bathroom closing the door as he leaves. I can't keep the smile off my face as I continue to soak for about twenty minutes.

I finally get out of the bath and drain the water. Grabbing one of the huge hotel towels I wrap it around me. I pull out my wet clothes from my bag and hang them up to dry. I pull on some spare underwear that luckily remained dry as well as the sweats Brian gave me to borrow. I spray on some deodorant and take the rest of my toiletries out my bag placing them beside Brian's things.

Hesitantly I head out into the living area. Brian must have heard me as he walks out of the bedroom.

"You done?"

"Yeah…I…uh hung up my clothes to dry."

"I could get them laundered." Brian offers.

"No that's okay."

"Really its no trouble."

"No its okay it costs too much money, money that I can't spend on drying my clothes."

"I can pay Justin its no problem."

"Will you just accept no as an answer?"

"Okay fine I'll get you that beer." Brian walks over to the mini fridge and retrieves me a beer. When he hands it to me our fingers brush lightly. Its not enough, I want more contact.

"I'm gonna be in the bedroom packing." Brian tells me bluntly and walks off before I can say anything. I look around the suite taking in how luxurious it is; well it is to me anyway. Everything is neat and the furniture looks brand new. I feel hesitant to touch anything or to sit down anywhere. The lighting is dim but the skylight overhead allows the moonlight to shine into the room creating a perfect atmosphere.

I turn towards the bedroom and cautiously walk towards it. Brian seemed annoyed that I didn't accept his help. He said he was packing I guess he must be leaving tomorrow. Surprisingly I'm a little taken aback by that fact. I knock on the door and ask, "Can I come in?"

"Sure." is Brian's answer.

I walk in and the first thing I notice is the king size bed in the centre of the room. Brian's suitcase is open on top of the bed. Pairs of shoes grace the floor and the closet open with still many of Brian's clothes hung inside. I make my way over to the bed and sit on the edge. I take a few sips of my beer before placing it on the nightstand. I notice the time is nearly quarter past ten, way too early for bed unless Brian throws the suitcase on the floor and fucks me right into the mattress. I smile with those thoughts floating around my head.

"What you smiling at?" Brian asks.

"Oh uh nothing." I answer clearing my throat. Brian does one of his smirks and continues to pack.

"I'm really grateful that your letting me stay the night."

"I know," he answers unconvincingly.

"I mean it," I tell him reaching over and touching his hand. He simply nods and then moves over to the other side of the bed. My hand falls losing contact.  I immediately feel the loss.

"So your leaving tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yeah going home…I was born here in Pittsburgh but I live in London."

"You called London 'home' you been there long?"

"Since I was eighteen." he reveals.

"Whoa so that was like twenty years ago."

"Brat. More like ten." he's called me brat several times now I actually like it.

"Your twenty eight?" I ask.

"Yeah twenty nine next month." Brian lights up a cigarette and offers me one, I decline. I pick up my beer and take a few more sips.

"I have to be out of the hotel room by nine thirty to get to the airport for my flight. The hotel know you're here and if you want you can stay in the room till midday that's when checkout time is"

"That's okay I'm gonna leave early anyway, probably head over to Daphne's and crash there for the weekend."

"Whose Daphne?" Brian asks taking a hit on his cigarette.

"My best friend. We've known each other like forever."

"Its good that you've got somebody."

"You got family here in Pittsburgh?" I ask after a brief silent period.

"Yeah its probably the only reason I come back here."

"I take it that you really like London."

"It's amazing, plus I'm a huge soccer fan and there's just no getting away from it over there."

"I'm not really into soccer I've never even seen one game."

"Well your missing out it's a beautiful game."

"Did you come up with that?"

"No I think it was Pele."

"Whose Pele?" I ask.

"Only like the greatest soccer player ever."

"I've never heard of him.  I've heard of David Beckham."

"Why is that not surprising?" Brian asks himself more than me.

"You really like soccer it's important to you, like my art is for me?" a somewhat pained expression comes across his face.

"I was gonna go pro that's why I was in London at eighteen. But I got badly injured and had to quit. I ended up getting accepted at Westminster University and got my degree in marketing…" Brian reaches over to the nightstand and stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"…And now I'm the best damn ad-man in England"

"I can believe that." I tell him. Brian oozes confidence, which is another attractive trait.

Brian finishes packing as I drink more of my beer.

"Come on" Brian whispers as he takes hold of my hand and pulls me back into the 'living area'. He pulls me onto the couch and turns the TV on. He flicks aimlessly looking for something to watch.

"Not much on." I comment.

"Yeah." he agrees.

Brian decides on an old Friends rerun. We're not really watching it its just there for background noise. We carry on talking for about an hour and a half. Brian tells me about his best friend Michael who owns a comic book store. He also tells me about his group of friends out in London and the London gay scene.

"If you're ever in London you gotta go to G-A-Y."

"I'd love to go to London oh and Paris, Rome, Sydney…"

"Not many places then."

I tell Brian about school and me going to the PIFA. I mention my 1500 SAT score Brian is momentarily impressed.

"I don't know what's going to happen now about the IFA since my dad kicked me out."

"You'll work it out." Brian unconvincingly tells me.

"I guess I could get a loan and I'll need a job."

"You'll be paying off the loans well into your 40s."

"Thanks for the reality check."

"No problem." We both glance at each other and smile.

"I don't want to think about that. But no matter what I'm going to the IFA I don't care if I'm paying off loans when I'm in retirement." I answer determined.

We talk about television and that out of the three guys from Friends I'd rather fuck Matthew Perry whilst Brian chose David Schwimmer.

"He has the best body," Brian told me.

Eventually just after midnight Brian tells me he's going to go to bed since he has to get up early for his flight.

"Wait here a sec." Brian tells me as he walks off into the bedroom. Seconds later he reappears again with a spare blanket and pillow.

"Here." he says handing them to me. I look up at him as he stands in front of me.

"Thanks." I say back before laying the pillow down on the left side of the couch.

"You said you were gonna leave early just make sure you say goodbye before you do."

"I will I promise."

"Night Justin." Brian says before putting his hand on my head his fingers gracefully run through my hair.

"Night Brian." I reply just before he enters his bedroom and closes the door.

I quickly go into the bathroom; I pee and brush my teeth. When I get back out into the 'living area' I unfold the blanket and spread it out over the couch. I lay down under the blanket pulling it tight against me. I try to sleep but the last five hours keep replaying in my head. Brian's bedroom door opens and I see him walk into the bathroom. Minutes later he re-emerges.

"Night." he says again.

"Nigh." I whisper back in reply.

I really like Brian. The past three hours since he practically rescued me have been unbelievable. We talked about our friends Daphne and Michael. Brian told me about how he was going to be a professional soccer player. I could tell that he found it difficult to talk about the injury he sustained that stopped him from making it. I really got to know him tonight and if he weren't leaving I'd definitely want to see him again. But he is leaving; he's going home to London. I do still have Chris, I love him well I like him a lot. Whatever I feel for Brian though surprisingly surpasses anything I feel for Chris. Its just if Brian's close by my mouth dries up and I get slightly nervous causing me to talk a lot. I've 'known' Chris for three months whereas Brian it's been like four hours is it even possible to care so much about someone after so little time? I do know that I don't want Brian to leave but he has to and I've got to accept that.

I don't know what I'm going to do about my parents. I'm definitely going to Daphne's in the morning. I know I could stay there for the weekend at least but then what? It can't be a permanent arrangement which means I'll probably have to go see my parents, talk to them try and see if they'll let me back home at least for the remainder two months of high school. With Daphne attending CMU and with me going to the IFA we always planned that we'd share an apartment together. But I don't know if I could survive two months back at home especially with my dad. What other choices do I have?

Brian's bedroom door suddenly opens interrupting my thoughts. I see the clock telling me its almost one a.m. Moments later I sit up and glance over at the dining table. Brian's back is facing me and I'm curious as to what he's up to? I pull the blanket off me and sit up on the couch. I eventually walk towards Brian but before I make it to him he turns towards me. I blink several times allowing my eyes to adjust to the light coming from his laptop.

"I didn't wake you did I?" he asks.

"I couldn't sleep," I answer.

"The phone lines over there so I have to use my laptop out here." Brian tells me.

"Its okay. What you up to?"

"Just emailing you know the usua.l" I pull out the chair next to Brian's and sit down next to him, our knees touch.

"Is the couch okay? Not too uncomfortable?" Brian asks.

"Its fine except I don't think its long enough I need to stretch my legs."

"Here put your legs up." Brian tells me. So I stretch my legs out across his lap. His right hand navigates the mouse pad whilst his left settles on my shin just below my knee. I don't say anything, I crave the contact.

"You wanna see some pictures I have of the family?"

"Sure."  Seconds later Brian opens up his picture folder and the Windows Picture Viewer opens up. Two men grace the screen. From all that Brian's told me of his family I know they must be Michael and his husband Ben.

"That's Michael right?" I ask pointing to the left of the screen.

"Yep."

"So that must be Ben…he's hot, I'd fuck him. You said he was a professor at CMU right?" Brian nods "I may have to change colleges if the professors look like him." Brian turns his head and smiles at me.

"Admit it he's hot."

"He's also positive." Brian reveals looking back towards the screen.

"Really?" I ask shocked. Again Brian nods.

The next picture is of an older guy and a lady with a red wig on.

"That's Michael's Mum Debbie and his Uncle Vic. They were like parents to me especially when I was in high school."

"What about your real mum and dad?" I ask which I immediately regret by the pained expression on Brian's face.

"I'm sorry for prying you don't have to tell me…its just…I…um…" I suddenly become all-nervous and tongue-tied.

"Its okay me and my parents never got along and my sister Claire and I always argued,it got tough sometimes…" Brian trails off there I don't pressure him to tell me more I can tell it hurt him enough. I remove my outstretched legs from his lap and turn even more towards him. I rest my forehead at the side of his face just beside his ear.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up," I whisper.

"Its okay you didn't know." he replies. Brian then takes hold of my hand. I glance up at him.

"You're trembling." Brian tells me still clutching onto my hand.

"You make me nervous Brian."

"Don't be," he whispers before turning his head down and capturing my lips in a long overdue kiss. My free hand settles on the back of his neck trying to bring him closer if it were possible.

The kiss eventually brakes.

"Bedroom?" Brian whispers. I simply nod and allow Brian to willingly pull me into the bedroom. The whole time our hands remain connected.

We stand at the foot of the bed. Brian begins by gently pulling the t-shirt I'm wearing over my head. He then runs his hand slowly down my chest causing me to shiver at the contact. I pull his wifebeater up over his head; our eyes remain locked on each other. I place my fingers inside Brian's waistband and pull him closer towards me. Our chests touch and our faces are barely an inch apart. I feel Brian's warm breath tickling my face but only for a few meagre seconds as passion takes over.

Our mouths smash together in an intense kiss as we both scramble to remove each other's pants. Brian slides the sweats I have on down my legs; I step out of them kicking them off to the side of the room. Both naked we remain kissing as we collapse on the bed. At first I'm laying on top of Brian his hands roaming all over my body. Eventually I'm rolled over onto my back. I lift my hips and grind our cocks together a low moan can be heard coming from Brian.

I suddenly feel Brian's fingers preparing me as we continue to kiss. My hands roam through Brian's hair a light layer of perspiration already present. The kissing brakes as Brian reaches over to the nightstand to find the lube and condoms. He grabs a handful of condoms and drops them beside us on the bed.

"Its cold." I whisper to Brian as he applies the lube.

"It'll heat up." Brian tells me.

Condom applied Brian enters me slowly. I push on Brian's ass wanting him to go deeper. My legs are wrapped around Brian's waist, our foreheads pressed together and our hands joined. Brian continuously pulls back and thrusts in creating a fast pace.

"Harder." I whisper capturing our lips briefly for a kiss.

"Jus…" he whispers back.

I curl my toes and cry out as my orgasm takes over. Seconds later Brian cums and collapses on top of me. My hands almost instinctively wind around Brian holding him in place as we try to catch our breath. Brian's face is buried in the side of my neck as my hands lightly glide over his sweat soaked back.

A few minutes later Brian pushes up onto his hands and affectionately touches his nose to mine.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Perfect." I answer smiling up at him. He smiles back letting me know that everything's going to be okay.

I slowly open my eyes to see Brian lying on his side facing me. Our legs entangled together and his right arm is holding me. I glance over my shoulder and see Brian's cell phone. I carefully reach for it and see the time's only 7:28a.m. Two hours and Brian's leaving for the airport funny enough I wish he were staying in Pittsburgh. I place his cell phone back on the nightstand when unexpectedly the hotel telephone begins to ring. Brian pulls out of our embrace and answers it. He doesn't actually speak just listens before replacing the handset.

Brian rolls back over towards me.

"That was the wakeup call."

"I was already awake." Brian finally opens his eyes and looks right at me.

"Hey." he whispers before clutching me tighter.

"Hi." I reply shyly.

"I have to get up." Brian tells me reminding again that he's leaving.

"I know."

"Come shower with me?"

"Definitely." I answer before taking Brian's offered hand.

We walk over to the bathroom where Brian starts the shower. The water heats up pretty quickly thankfully because the bathroom floor is extremely cold. We both step into the glass enclosure the hot spray warming me immediately.

"Turn around." I tell Brian. He raises his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"I'll wash your back." satisfied with my answer he eventually turns around.

Grabbing the shower gel I squirt some into the palm of my hand. I rub my hands together to create a lather and slowly work my hands down Brian's back as though I had done it a million times before. Brian's head falls backwards; taking advantage I grab the shampoo and massage some into his hair. I become totally aroused just by the simple act of washing his hair.

"Rinse." I tell Brian.

He steps directly under the spray. I watch the lather run down his neck, his back, in between the crack of his ass eventually ending up on the shower floor disappearing down the drain. When I look up Brian's staring down at me.

"Want me to take care of that?" Brian asks referring to my obvious hard on.

"Be my guest," I answer before Brian leans down capturing my lips in a kiss. His hand moves down my chest until he's stroking me slowly. I moan into the kiss as I wrap my arms around Brian's neck pulling his face closer to mine. As my intake of breath quickens I brake off the kiss and lean my head on Brian's shoulder. Soon enough I cry out loud as I come in Brian's hand. When my heart rate returns to normal I look up at Brian. We gaze at each other momentarily until Brian leans down and lightly kisses me affectionately. We finish off in the shower with me of course returning the favour by showing how great I am at giving head.

In the bedroom we dry off and get dressed silently. The times now nearing eight and I just wish it would stop giving me more time with Brian.

"You want breakfast? We can go down and eat" Brian asks.

"Sure but I'll pay." I offer.

"You don't need to pay its charged to the room and I pay when I check out."

"Well I'll give you the cash."

"Justin…"

"Please let me do this."

"You don't have to I have money."

"Fine it doesn't matter I'll just have coffee."

"You need to eat." Brian tells me.

"What I need is for you to let me pay for breakfast."

"Fine."

"Really?"

"If its important to you."

"It is, thank you."

"I'm paying for myself, you just give me the cash for what you eat though. Deal?"

"Deal." I answer smiling at Brian.

We go down to breakfast I end up having a whole stack of pancakes and an orange juice. Brian only has two slices of brown bread toast with the thinnest layer of butter on them. We avoid talking about last night and the inevitable that at nine thirty Brian's going to get in his limo and Steve will drive him to the airport leaving me and Pittsburgh behind.

We arrive back at the room at a quarter to nine. Brian did, although reluctantly take my money for the breakfast. Brian ventures into the bathroom and collects up his toiletries. I gather up all my belongings and pack them into my bag. It's just after nine when we're both done packing. I'm zipping up my bag as Brian wheels along his suitcase. He calls for a bellboy to collect his luggage but insists they give him ten minutes. I can guess what'll happen in them ten minutes, it's the dreaded goodbye.

"Come here." Brian tells me before pulling me into an embrace. I hold on tight thinking about how great last night was and that in only a short amount of time we've become so close.

"Is it stupid that I don't actually want you to go?" I whisper into the side of Brian's neck. My right hand moves up to his neck stroking lightly on the short hairs there. I try hard to memorise the feel of his skin and his unique smell.

"Its not stupid." he says before pulling out of the embrace.

"I had the best time last night." I tell him my hands resting on his waist. His hands settle on the small of my back.

"Just last night?" he asks with a small smile gracing his lips.

"Well the three times this morning and the handjob in the shower were you know ,okay."

"Okay?"

"Mildly average."

"Brat." he whispers. I reach up and pull his face barely an inch away from mine.

"I love it when you call me a brat." I whisper before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. However I end the kiss abruptly much sooner than I would have liked but I need to get away. The longer I stay the more difficult it's going to be to leave.

"I'd better go." I tell Brian. He simply nods in reply. I step out of the embrace and pick my bag up slinging it over my shoulder.

"You want me to call you a cab?" Brian asks.

"No that's okay I'm sure there's one downstairs somewhere."

I walk over to the hotel room door and grip the handle ready to leave. Brian though spins me around and pushes me against the door. He crushes his lips to mine causing me to moan into the kiss. The situation immediately becomes very intense and needy.

"What was that for?" I ask when the kiss ends.

"Just giving you a proper goodbye kiss." I look down to avoid Brian's intense gaze.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Brian asks.

"Letting me stay here last night for being my knight in shining armour."

"I couldn't just leave you."

"You could have."

"No I couldn't." Brian forcibly declares. I look up and meet his gaze for a mere few seconds before lightly brushing my lips over his. Brian steps back allowing me to open the door. I step out into the hallway.

"I'll be back at Christmas." Brian tells me.

"Christmas." I reiterate. "Well maybe I'll see you then." I smile at him causing him to smile back.

"Maybe you will." Brian says as he takes hold of my hand.

"Take this and call me if you ever need anything." Brian hands me his business card.

"Bri…"

"Promise me."

"I promise," I whisper

"Later." I say.

"Later." Brian returns. I let go of his hand as I walk off towards the elevator. I hear the click of the hotel room door closing behind me.

Once in the elevator I pull out my cell phone and call Daphne.

"Justin you okay? Its barely nine thirty."

"I'm coming over." I tell her.

"Now? It's a little early."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes I'll explain then."

"Okay…are you alright though?" Daphne asks sounding concerned.

"Not really, look I'll explain later."

"I'll see you twenty minutes then?"

"Yeah bye Daph."

"Bye" I hear just before I hang up. I stuff my phone back into my pocket just as I'm making my way to the front entrance of 'The Renaissance'. Once outside I stand far away enough just so I can see who exits and enters. A few minutes later I see Steve, Brian's driver pull up beside the curb. Seconds later Brian dressed impeccably walks out of the hotel. They greet each other before Steve opens the Limo door and Brian gets in. The luggage loaded up and Steve back in the driving seat the limo pulls away from the curb. I watch it pass me as I stand there in the street. The blacked out windows make it impossible to tell if Brian's seen me or not. My eyes follow the limo down the street until it's out of sight. I will myself not to cry as I lean against one of the pillars at the entrance of the hotel. The morning April sun beams down as I close my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Eventually pushing off from the pillar I find myself a cab and I direct it over to Daphne's. About thirty minutes after I called Daphne we pull up in front of her parents house. I pay the driver and walk up to the front door. Before I can knock the door opens and Daphne is stood there in her pyjamas, fluffy slippers and her hair in pigtails.

"What's going on?" she asks with a concerned tone.

"I just had the best night of my life," I tell her.

We end up in her bedroom and I tell her everything. From my parents catching me with Chris, to them throwing me out ,to my night with Brian.

"So what you going to do?" she asks.

"You'll let me stay for the weekend won't you?" I ask desperately.

"Of course."

"I'll have to go see my mum maybe I can convince her to let me come back."

"And what about Chris?" Daphne asks "You gonna keep seeing him?"

"Yeah I like him a lot and besides he's going out of state for college. What we had was never permanent or serious you know?"

"So what about Brian?"

"I guess I can just hope I'll see him again someday." I flop backwards onto Daphne's bed and cover my eyes with my left arm. Daphne leaves to talk to her mum about letting me stay.

I think about Brian and how he's probably sitting in the departure lounge right now. I hope that at Christmas we see each other again maybe this time for more than one night. I can't say I love Brian as I haven't known him that long but yet I do believe in love at first sight. When I first saw him something inside changed. His presence and his gaze can be so intense sometimes. He can easily make me nervous just from being around him and that's a very powerful thing. I don't want him to forget me. I know somehow I'll never forget him even if I never see him again.

I pull out his business card he gave me and read over the words.

Brian A Kinney

Chilworth Communications

106, Star St

London

W2 1QB

Tel: 020 7706 1014

Email: bkinney@chilworthcommunications.com

A small smile graces my lips as I re-read his email address, maybe I won't let him forget me after all.

The End!!!

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