“Brian, this might come as a shocker, but I’m pregnant.” “Hey, Brian, what’s up? So anyways, I’m pregnant.” “’Sup Bri? Just thought you should know I’m having your kid.” “So uh, remember four months ago, we didn’t use protection? Well um….shit, this is hopeless.” For the past half hour Justin had been rehearsing how to tell Brian the news, each one sounding worse than the last. He surveyed his appearance in the full length mirror. He wasn’t GLOWING like pregnant people were supposed to, he looked pale, almost sickly. “Fuck.” It was nine already, and Brian would be waiting for him one block away in the jeep. Opening his bedroom window, Justin carefully climbed onto a great oak’s branch. In the past he’d been afraid of falling and killing himself, but now he was frightened of falling and killing two instead of one. “Stupid fucking tree,” he cursed, scratching his arm as his feet landed firmly on the ground. He shivered, it was freezing out. Briskly walking up the street his eyes searched for Brian’s car. Where the fuck was he? Did he somehow know? Was it possible Daphne called him up as some cruel joke? “Stop it,” Justin hissed to himself. He was getting too paronoid; he knew it. First the freak out at Daphne’s, a second crying fit after dinner because, well…he threw up his dinner…and now those annoying voices in his head were trying to scare him. And they were succeeding. “Arghh, fucking ass, stop it, stop it, stop it!” “Are you talking to yourself, little boy?” Headlights flashed at Justin’s back and he jumped. “Brian! You piece of shit,” he laughed, getting over the initial scare, “you scared the crap out of me.” Swinging the jeeps door open he climbed inside. “Scared you?” Brian’s foot hit the gas, “How about those clothes you’re wearing?” He snickered, laughing at the dubious expression on Justin’s face. “Huh?” He looked at the oversized black shirt he was wearing. “Oh, I didn’t have anything else clean.” “Right,” Brian turned a corner, scanning the street for a parking space. His eyes kept stealing glances at Justin, who was nervously fidgeting. Something was definitely up with that kid, and more than usual. Justin may be weird, but not that weird. Putting the jeep into park Brian checked his appearance in the rear-view mirror one last time. This was going to be one hell of a night. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Babylon was already full by the time they arrived, and the room, the noise and the people seemed to dissolve into blurs of color as the vibrant couple made their way to the bar. “Two beers,” Brian tossed a ten on the counter, handing Justin his drink. He watched as Justin shook his head. “No thanks,” he had to yell over the roaring techno, “I — I’m not thirsty!” Brian shrugged, finding the underlying sadness in Justin’s eyes somewhat discerning. There was a glow radiating from him, his skin seeming milkier, and his face seeming angelic as if light radiated from it. “You feeling okay?” He asked as his eyes searched Justin from where he leaned on the counter, unable to miss the way he was taking turns between closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Justin glanced up, nodding as he took both of Brian’s hands in his, to the dance floor moving as close to him as he could. Brian carressed Justin with his eyes, pressing himself gently against his body. Justin noticed this couldn’t resist but to step closer to him, his body fully pressed against Brian’s now. He noticed this and played along with the teasing, taking both Brian’s hands, placing them around the small of his back and putting his around the nape of his neck. Of course, this position had many more advantages. Without thinking, Brian moved back a little, running a hand down the front of Justin’s shirt and then stopping at the top of his pants. Justin leaned back in and leant his chin beside Brian’s ear where he caught the smell he loved so much. It was sexy, having a tint of vanilla or honey. Brian grinned, this intimacy was definitely having an affect on Justin. The younger man seemed to sigh against his neck, murmering incoherantly, before continually rocking against him. The only problem was, Justin wasn’t rocking against him; he was falling. “Fuck, Justin, JUSTIN,” he shouted, bracing up his lithe body by holding him from under his arms. “Mmph,” Blue eyes shot open wide, “ah, fuck Brian, I’m sorry, I….I tripped. Fucking floor,” he laughed nervously, “slippery with booze.” For a second he thought Brian believed him — considering he was not easy to fool — until that lovely feeling of bile rose in his throat. “Oh….oh god….” whipping around quickly Justin fell to his knees, unable to stop the flow of vomit. “Hey fucker, those are my shoes!” A random dancer glared angrily. “Fuck off,” Brian pulled Justin off the ground, “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said huskily, tightening his grip on Justin’s wrist and pulled him onto the sidewalk. Justin smiled weakly. “Thanks — I guess I ate something bad earlier.” “Uh-huh,” Brian unlocked the jeep, “feel any better?” “Loads.” Justin did not appreciate the skeptical look Brian gave him. Not at all. “Seriously Bri, I feel tons better.” “Yeah?” Ignition started, Brian replied, “Prove it.” Justin grinned ear to ear. Might as well get laid before dropping a bomb. Brian peeled away from the curb, heading for the loft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Bed, bed, bed,” Justin moaned, entangling his fingers through Brian’s hair and yanking at it rubbing himself deeply against his rolling thrusts. “No, I want to fuck you good and hard right here,” Brian growled, pushing Justin’s pants down and stopping for another kiss. He pressed his palms to either side of Justin’s warm, flushed cheeks, delving his tongue as deep into his mouth as he could. The other man groaned and nearly gagged, choking on air and tongue and heat. Brian’s hands were ice cold against the heated skin of his face and the contrast made his breathing double. Brian was not known for being a time waster. He pushed at Brian’s pants with his hands skimming over the light curves of his hips. The pants fell down past Brian’s thighs and Justin went to work on laboring his boxer briefs off, Brian making it difficult with his harsh grinding. “Shit, Bri, I-“ Justin gasped out, trying to form a coherent sentence as Brian sucked on his lower lip and pushed his shirt up his chest, letting his hands slide down the skin of Justin’s sternum to his pelvic bones, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. “Shhh, blondie,” Brian cooed in his ear, sliding his hands back for a full on grab to Justin’s ass. Lightly, he felt lower, for Justin’s thighs and pressed their bodies together, physically suggesting Justin to get atop the counter, which he did with Brian hoisting his lower body. The counter top was just below waist level, and when Brian leant forward, his hard cock rubbed against Justin’s, earning an elated gasp from both men. Brian ran his hands up and down his chest, enjoying the feel beneath his palms, feeling the rumble of Justin’s moans before he heard them. “Lie back,” he muttered softly, hands skimming Justin’s chest again. Justin obeyed promptly, hissing at the coldness of the smooth counter top to the hot skin of his back. Brian dug his fingers into the more pliable flesh of Justin’s thighs, lifting his legs over his own shoulders. “C’mon Kinney, pound my ass already.” Justin said smartly, watching a spark light up in Brian’s eyes. Brian grinned. “I plan to,” He laughed and straightened himself up, aligning his cock with Justin’s ass. He moved his hands up, his slippery fingers sliding against his sides as he pushed in. With nothing to hold on to, Justin felt around helplessly, his fingers finding no grip on the counter and finally settled for Brian’s wrists at his waist. “Ya’kay?” Brian grunted, forcing himself in to the hilt. Justin was always so tight, no matter how many times they’d fucked. “Uhm, yeah, yeah,” Justin’s body trembled slightly, his muscles locked. Brian rested his hips to the backs of Justin’s thighs patiently waiting for the other man to relax before he pulled back and pushed in again. Moaning, he worked on getting a rhythm down in Justin’s tightness, who grasped Brian’s wrists harder, cutting off the circulation to his fingers. Neither cared. Justin’s moans were soft and clutched, the trembles that rumbled through his body coursing through to Brian’s. Looking down, Brian saw him have a look of pure bliss on his face, enjoying the defilement of his body just as much as he did. Brian fucked Justin harder, both men shuddering form the forces, Justin’s back sliding up and down on the counter top, their hands slipping against each other’s as they tried for some sort of leverage. The thrusts were deep and powerful; Justin’s chest rising and falling in rounded gasps as he tried to keep up with his breaths. He was trying to hold on for Brian’s sake, but everything felt too good. Which should have been a sign. Both ignored the ring of the phone, it shouldn’t have been anything to worry over but the moment a voice recorded on the machine Justin almost died. It was his mother. “Justin? Honey? Are you there? Justin. Justin pick up. I know you’re at Brian’s; I already called Daphne. Justin Taylor!” Her worried tone morphed to anger, “Get your ass home before I call the police, I know you’re pregnant and I know ‘this Brian’ is the one who did it to you; the maid found the test in your bathtub and — “ She was cut off. Brian stopped. Dead still. “Pregnant?” The word died off his lips, “You are pregnant?”