"What if ..."

Brian had thrown Justin out the first night and not let him come back.

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Brian leaned against the railing of the catwalk in Babylon. He looked out over the gyrating bodies beneath him. The smell of sweat and testosterone wafted up to his nostrils. His eyes swept the dance floor looking for a likely prospect. A blond head caught his attention. The man had his back to him, but he liked the lithe swaying of the lean and limber body. He felt his cock react in anticipation. This was tonight's prey.

Just then the dancers changed position and he got a look at the face. Shit! He looked familiar. Hadn't he had this one at some time? Yes, it was that kid who had been a virgin until Brian had so pleasurably relieved him of that distinction. The kid had bugged him for quite awhile after that, thinking he was in love with his deflowerer. Stupid twat!

God, he looked good though, better than anything Brian had seen in Babylon lately, and miles past most of what was available tonight. However, his own rules forbade him to do anyone a second time. He lived by those rules and they had worked for him so far. He wouldn't change them for another fuck with this blond piece of ass.

Although! His mind began to wander back to that night. The kid had been nervous. He could tell. Who wouldn't be nervous during their first time? But he had gone for it with everything he possessed. He was a quick study and did anything Brian instructed him. He had worn him out wanting to fuck again and again. He couldn't seem to get enough once he got started.

Brian smiled to himself. He remembered those soft pouty lips and the perfect ass. Christ! He was hard just thinking about it. He shifted his hips and adjusted his pinching jeans. Maybe this once it would be worth it to break the rules and give the kid another go.

No, he shouldn't make any exceptions. His life was fine just as it was everything neatly compartmentalized and manageable. He didn't want to disturb that. He'd had enough trouble getting rid of the kid the first time. He didn't want to have to go through that again. Better to leave things the way they were.

He glanced around the dance floor looking for someone to relieve the growing bulge in his pants. He saw a dark muscular man on the edge of the floor. The man returned his gaze and Brian decided this would be a better idea, a safer idea, than a repeat with the blond.

He started down the steps from the catwalk, making his way toward the dark haired man. When he arrived in front of this man he whispered his patented line in the man's ear and they headed to the backroom. They had to pass the blond on the way and he gave Brian a funny look as they brushed past.

Brian found an empty wall and leaned back. The man had his jeans open and his semi-hard cock in his mouth before Brian could take a breath. Very quickly the dark man finished him off. Brian had been thinking about a blond head bobbing at his groin as the dark man sucked him. He had come almost immediately remembering another mouth, another pair of lips, another set of eyes as the man looked up at him licking his lips.

Brian shoved the man aside and closed his pants. He had had enough of Babylon for one night. There were lots of men there but he had had most of them and they were all so much the same anymore. He couldn't quite figure out why he felt that way. There were always new additions to the mix, but lately they didn't seem very satisfying for some reason. Just like this dark man who was now following him out of the backroom, babbling something about going home with him.

"Fuck off!" he growled over his shoulder as he made his way out to the dance floor.

"Fuck you too!" the dark man yelled at him.

Brian kept walking, not looking back, refusing to acknowledge the man who had just had his mouth on his cock. His eyes caught a blond head bouncing to the rhythm of the music. The kid was a good dancer. He looked awfully tempting.

Brian touched shoulders with the kid as he passed. He stopped and looked into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He had almost forgotten those eyes.

"Hey," the blond said giving him a megawatt smile.

"Hey," he said hesitating.

What would be the harm in taking the kid home and fucking him senseless? He could teach him a few more things. The kid was a good student. Brian smiled in spite of himself. The kid moved closer as he noted the smile on the older man's face. His hip bumped against Brian's as he continued to move to the beat of the music.

Brian involuntarily felt himself sway against the young body and move ever so slightly to the music. The smile on the face of the blond grew impossibly bigger as he felt Brian's growing erection against a matching one of his own. His arm snaked up onto Brian's shoulder. Brian almost put a corresponding arm across the boy's shoulder, but something stopped him.

He had made the decision never to have repeats and he wasn't going to do this. He none too gently shoved the blond away and headed for the exit. He refused to look back, knowing that his will power might crumble if he looked into those blue eyes again.

He quickly made his way to the Jeep and climbed in. He let out a long breath and sat still thinking. His life was ruled by decisions he had made years ago. He believed in no apologies, no regrets. He believed in never fucking the same guy twice. He believed that you didn't fuck your best friend.

He started the Jeep. If he believed all these things, then what was this he was feeling? He had a fleeting image of blond hair, blue eyes and that smile – that smile. Could this be regret?

His belief system suddenly seemed a little less secure as he drove home - alone.

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