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Brian told the Trick to leave and called Justin back

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Brian watched Justin close the door then turned back to the trick as a flash of clarity went through his mind…’What the fuck was I thinking?’

 

Without hesitation he headed for the large metal door, turning his head back towards the man standing in his living room and said, “Change of plans.  It’s time for you to go.”

 

“WHAT?” the trick said in shock.  “You’re asking me to leave?”

 

Grabbing hold of the door handle, Brian pulled it open then looked into the empty hallway, silently cursing himself for letting Justin go in the first place.  Annoyingly, he turned back to the trick and said, “Not asking…TELLING,” then he motioned out into the hallway with his free hand.

 

“You’re a twisted shit, you know that?  The great Brian Kinney…yeah, you’re great alright, a great big ASSHOLE,” the guy shouted as he stomped down the stairs.

 

“I’m crushed,” Brian replied sarcastically, loud enough for the man to hear, then he rushed over to the kitchen counter and picked up his cell phone.  Flipping it open, he immediately pressed number one, Justin’s stored cell phone number, tapping his foot impatiently while he waited for the man to answer.

 

“Did you forget to tell me something?   Maybe you wanted me to give the guy pointers?” Justin asked playfully when he answered the phone.

 

“You shit,” Brian said in mock anger.  “Now, get your perfect ass back here.”

 

“What?” the blond asked, confused by the request.

 

“You heard me, get that bubble-butt back into my bed right now.”

 

“Brian, I…” Justin’s tone of voice gave away his complete lack of understanding.  “Wh-why are you telling me that?”  His voice softened and he sighed audibly.  “Brian, I’m not going to do a three way with you and that trick.”

 

Wanting to tell the man off was his first instinct, but then he realized that there was no reason why that wouldn’t be Justin’s first thought.  Calmly, Brian said, “Justin, I sent the trick away.  I…I want you in my bed.  Come back.”

 

The blond was stunned by his lover’s confession.  Those words coming from Brian were as close to begging as the man would ever come.  How could he refuse?  “I’ll be right there,” Justin said, then shut his phone and turned around to go back to the loft.  He couldn’t help the bright smile that adorned his face, which grew even more blinding as he caught site of the obviously pissed-off trick huffing away from Brian’s building.

 

“What took you so long?” Brian asked as soon as he saw Justin’s beaming face come around the bend of the stairwell.

 

“I…Brian…it’s only been like two minutes since you called me,” the blond said exasperated.

 

Reaching out and grabbing hold of Justin, Brian pulled him into the loft, shutting the door behind them, and softly said, “That’s two minutes too long.”

 

 

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