Justin stared at Brian’s body in his bed and wondered what the fuck he was getting into. They had been seeing each other for two months now; hiding what they had from everyone they know. It was easier for him since he wasn’t friends with the gang, but he knew of them. On rare occasions, when he went to the diner, Brian’s friend would come and say hi; apparently Michael had told them that he was Brian’s neighbor. Justin thought that the first time that it happened it was fucking, two guys that were horny and wanted each other. It could have been more if Brian had been a free man. Justin was okay accepting that but then they were back in bed fucking like the world was about to end. He thought it would end there, how wrong he was. Now they were seeing each other almost each day and he was sure that something was growing between them. “What are you doing?” Brian asked opening his eyes. He knew that the blond had been watching him for quite some time. Justin shrugged. “Did I fall asleep?” Brian asked as he noticed that it was dark now. He pouted thinking if he had any plans for the day but nothing came to mind. Justin nodded with an amused smile. He loved when Brian woke up and his hair was pointing in every direction. It made him look so hot and Justin got so horny. Brian groaned as he stretched and then remembered. “I was supposed to go to dinner at Debbie’s house.” “That’s his mother,” Justin pointed out as his hand ran up and down on Brian’s chest. Brian looked at Justin and nodded slowly. “What are you thinking about?” “How wrong this is?” Justin asked sarcastically. Brian sighed and pulled Justin towards him. “Don’t think about that.” “What about tomorrow?” Justin asked as he pulled away from Brian. “Michael asked me to come to dinner at his mother’s house,” he informed Brian. He hated the fact that he lived in the same building as Brian. Of course he was bound to see Michael on occasions. And for some reason that God only knows Michael had to be a nice guy and talk to him. He hated that even more. Brian rolled his eyes. “Big deal. Mikey, likes to do that kind of shit. You shouldn’t have accepted the invitation.” “I didn’t want to be mean,” Justin pointed out. Brian arched a brow as he looked at the blond. “Okay,” Justin admitted. “I couldn’t come up with a good excuse. It’s like my brain went blank.” “So go,” Brian told him shrugging. “You’ll have a good time.” “His family is going to be there and your friends,” Justin said. “Brain, have you lost your freaking mind?” “It's not like I’m going to fuck you at the dinner table in front of all of them,” Brian pointed out. “Where are my cigarettes?” Justin sighed as he went to get them from the dresser. “Here,” he said as he handed them to the brunet while he sat astride on top of Brian. He had to find a way to get out of that dinner. He had told Michael yes when the man had asked; he’d been delusional then. “Thanks,” Brian said grabbing them. He opened the box and grabbed one out. He studied Justin and smiled a bit knowing the blond was having an internal argument with himself. He was getting to know the blond better each time. Justin shook his head. “I’m not going.” Brian shrugged. “I don’t care either way. If it was for me I wouldn’t go either.” Justin rolled his eyes. He smiled and got off the bed. Brian thought he could fool him; always trying to be the rebel. But Justin knew better, Brian showed himself to him in ways that he didn’t think anyone else got to see the brunet; not even Michael. Justin rubbed his temples not trying to think too much about what he and Brian shared. He was sure that Brian would choose Michael any day of the week over him. He was just some guy that had a nice ass and Brian liked to fuck because he was close by. When everything else fails, Justin thought. Except that Brian was with him most of the time. And it wasn’t like Brian had any trouble finding men. The blond didn’t know what was happening. He had so many questions. He didn’t know what to think of Brian’s affliction with him. He didn’t think that even Brian knew the answer to that. “Justin, come back to bed,” Brian called to him. Justin licked his lips as he stepped into the kitchen area. “I’m hungry.” “Jesus fuck,” Brian growled and moments later he was standing next to the blond. “Why the fuck do you eat so much?” he asked taking a long drag from the cigarette before. “I get hungry, maybe?” Justin asked. Brian grabbed the ashtray that was near the sink and then went to sit on one of the stools. He put his elbows on the kitchen island and stared at the blond. He would watch as Justin prepared something to eat and tried to make him taste it. He knew the routine. Then they would go back to bed and fuck some more. “I’m not eating that,” Brian complained. Justin smiled from ear to ear. Brian knew he was fucked; the blond was going to make him one way or another. He didn’t know what was happening with him and the blond. The only thing he knew was that every moment he spent with the blond was simply amazing. *** Brian finished fixing his hair and exited the bathroom. Michael was laughing at something that was on TV. The brunet rolled his eyes sure that it was cartoons. He hated them with all his heart. He couldn’t understand how Michael could watch them to no end. They were for kids, for Christ sake, the brunet said in his mind. “Are we leaving now?” Michael asked. “Yes,” Brian answered as he grabbed his possessions. “I can’t wait to see Jenny,” Michael said smiling. He loved his daughter with all his heart. “Sure,” Brian told him. “And just so you know the girls are going to try and convince you again to donate some of your sperm,” Michael said. He wished Brian accepted. He wanted more kids in their lives. One day he might even convince Brian to have a kid themselves. “Fuck that,” Brian hissed. “If they piss me off I’m leaving.” “Brian,” Michael complained. “Don’t start.” “I’m not starting anything. I’m just saying,” Brian told him. They exited the loft and used the elevator. Once outside the building they walked to the car. Brian got inside and put his seatbelt on. He started the car and froze when he saw Justin getting out of his car. The blond look so edible and then there was some guy getting out of the car as well. The only thing he did was glare at them. “Brian?” Michael asked. “What are we waiting for?” Brian came out of his blinding hate for the stranger. He was thinking of the many ways he could skin a person alive. He cleared his throat and looked at Michael. “I was just thinking if I had left something.” “Did you?” Michael asked. “You’re acting strange, Brain.” “Right,” Brian whispered as he sped off. His nerves were on edge and his mind was betraying him. “Did you see Justin?” Michael asked. “What?!” Brian asked maybe a bit too loud. “What’s with you?” Michael asked. “Nothing,” Brian answered. Brian was trying really hard not to think about Justin and the guy. The guy was hot. Brian himself would have fucked him anywhere at anytime. And that pissed him off so badly. He didn’t want to think of the things they would be doing. He was praying that the man was some cousin or a really good friend, but not likely. He’s seen the look the guy had given Justin. He wanted the blond, there was no confusion. “Brian,” Michael said. “What is it?” Brian asked stopping at the light. “Did you hear me?” Michael asked him a bit annoyed that the brunet was ignoring him. Brian just arched a brow. “I told you that the guy with Justin was hot,” Michael said. “Justin told me he couldn’t come because he had a date. I told him he could bring the guy but he said it wasn’t serious just yet.” Brian nodded absently. “I really don’t care,” he muttered. Michael rolled his eyes. Brian was always the same with things that didn’t have to do with him. When they arrived Brian parked the car and got out quickly. He wished he could go back and tell whoever was with Justin to fuck off. The blond was his…his? When the fuck had he started to think like that, Brian wondered. He shook his head and tried not to punish himself any longer. “What’s with you?” Emmett asked as he looked at Brian once the couple was inside. “Fuck off,” Brian growled. “What’s with him?” Debbie asked. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Brian ignored her and went to pick up his son. He walked away with him to the backyard. Gus’ company kept him from thinking of Justin, much. He wondered what he was going to do. He didn’t know what was happening to him. Justin was free to do what he wanted, they were nothing. And Brian realized then, that was the problem. “Brian,” Michael called. “Come on inside. We’re about to have dinner.” Brian nodded not knowing what the fuck he was going to do. He was in the middle of two guys and he couldn’t pick. Jesus, he though, he wouldn’t pick anyone over Michael. He would hurt him so bad he couldn’t live with himself. He promised himself that he would never hurt Michael and yet even if he hadn’t promised he didn’t want to hurt the blond either. *** Michael was not sure what was happening to Brian. The brunet had played with his food before he had finally pushed the plate away. He knew Brian didn’t eat much but at least when he cooked, Brian tried to eat something of it. He got up and started picking up the plates. Brian got up and went to get a drink. He was going to burn into a million pieces. He’d just fucked Michael into oblivion a while ago and he almost had fucked up. He’d almost had said that forbidden name that inhabited the banned places in his brain. The ones that made him think of Justin constantly and what would it be if he was with the blond and not Michael. He had to remind himself again and again that it was Michael's name he should be whispering if anything escaped his lips. He had chosen to keep his mouth sealed. “Brian,” Michael whispered as he came behind the brunet and kissed Brian’s back. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Brian replied. But his inner voice was screaming what he could not say out loud. Everything! Everything! Everything! But no one would hear that from his mouth. “You’re a bit too tense,” Michael pointed out. “Why don’t we go out?” Brian frowned as he listened to Michael. He smiled and turned around. He pulled Michael into him and kissed him. Confusion was the only thing that was a constant in his life since he met Justin Taylor. He looked at Michael and kissed him softly. He loved Michael he knew that. Then why the fuck was he doing this to him, he asked himself. Justin was only a trick, was he not, Brian wondered. “Let’s go to Babylon,” Michael said. He wanted to dance and show everyone that Brian belonged to him. Brian shook his head as his arms dropped away from Michael. “I’m not in the mood.” Michael sighed. “I have a lot of work,” Brian told him. “You can go if you want.” “It’s not the same without you,” Michael informed him. “I already said that I had things to do,” Brian repeated. He was getting exasperated. “You are always working, Brian,” Michael complained. “What’s the point of having your own company?” “Michael,” Brian said sternly. “We had talked about this.” Michael sighed and nodded. He could see that Brian needed some alone time. He knew when to back away and when to push. He walked to the bedroom to get dressed. He would go out for a bit with the guys for a drink and come back in time for when Brian needed a break from work; he knew how to work with that too. As soon as Michael left Brian walked to the door himself and shook his head. He would not go to see Justin. He was trying to avoid the blond. He went to his desk and turned on the computer. He didn’t have any pressing accounts but he would get ahead in some of the work he had to do or at least that was the plan. After the first half hour Brian was growing frustrated. He wanted to take his mind off the blond but nothing was working. So he took the only option he had left which was to go see him. If he had the blond in front of him he wouldn’t think of him in frustration. He would have Justin in front of him to take him any way he wanted. “I’m not surprised you’re here,” Justin said as he opened the door. “Actually I think you’re the only person that comes here.” Brian smiled a bit as he went inside. They kissed slowly and then parted. Brian sighed and walked to the sofa. “Okay,” Justin said knowing right away that something was definitely wrong. “Tell me all about it.” “I don’t want to,” Brian responded. He looked up at Justin and one hand went to reach for the blond. He pulled the younger man closer and breathed out. He just couldn’t stop touching Justin. This was a test send by the gods to prove that he really deserved Michael and he was screwing it all up. They would get caught and he would be miserable. “What are you thinking?” Justin asked frowning as he caressed Brian’s face. He could feel how tense Brian was. He could see nothing but confusion when Brian looked at him. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” Brian said almost growling. Justin nodded and grabbed Brian’s hands in his. “Come on,” he whispered and pulled Brian to the bedroom. He stripped the man slowly, none of them talking. Then he made Brian lay down on his belly. Brian closed his eyes as Justin massaged his body. It wasn’t the first time the blond did it and he was glad the first time it happened and every day since. He closed his eyes and felt himself flying; his tension was being crushed by the smaller man’s hands. Justin did that to him. Then it happened, Justin went farther and the thing was that he let him. Not even Michael got that privilege. “I want you so much,” Justin told him in a throaty whisper. His fingers rubbed Brian’s entrance slowly. He wanted to give Brian the chance to pull away if he wanted to. Brian shook with that knowledge. And his brain was fighting it all. He should get up and go find Michael. He should stop seeing Justin. He should do so many things but didn’t. He stayed there as Justin grabbed the condom and the lube. He moaned when Justin opened him up and opened his legs wider when the blond started pushing inside of him. “God,” Justin groaned when he was all the way buried in Brian. He didn’t know what had dared him to try and fuck Brian, except that’s all he had been thinking about. The man beneath him was his, really his. “Ahh,” Brian gasped and pushed back against the blond. It had been so long since anyone had him like that. Why he would let Justin be the one, he had no clue. But it was like the most normal thing in the world to do and only the blond could do it. Justin kissed Brian’s back, his fingers tangled in the brunet’s hair. He felt so alive being connected to the older man. “Fuck!” Brian hissed as Justin’s cock penetrated him so deeply that he truly was complete. He wanted it like that always. They belonged to each other no matter what. Justin took a deep breath and tried to keep in control. Brian’s tightness was driving him wild with need. He wanted to hammer in and out of the tight hole but he didn’t want to hurt Brian. He kissed Brian’s neck and whispered, “I love you.” Brian didn’t fight it and did something else he didn’t do with Michael. He answered the blond back with the same thing. *** Justin finished the last of his meal and grabbed his glass of coke. He drank from it slowly and looked around the dinner as people came and went. He had no hurry to get back home. Those were the privileges of being your own boss; life was good. The blond looked at his cell as it started vibrating on the table. He knew, didn’t really have to look but did anyway and a smiled appeared in his face. BK. “Hello, Sunshine,” Brian said. “Hey,” Justin said; his smile still in place. They were so fucking crazy and they would be punished. That’s all he thought about all the time. Some day someone would find out and everyone was going to hate them. And frankly, he didn’t care one bit. It was a risk he was willing to take. “What are you doing?” Brian asked. “Eating,” Justin answered and chuckled when Brian scoffed. He truly believed that Brian thought that one day he would be as big as an elephant. “What are your plans for today?” Brian asked. “Nothing new,” Justin told him. “Same old,” he answered. This meant that he would be home painting or just moving about and it meant that he would be at home. And they knew he would be there, not necessarily waiting, but just there for when Brian managed to escape everything and everyone and go to him. “I might drop by,” Brian told him. He couldn’t wait to get out of his freaking office. “Cool,” Justin replied. “I’ll talk to you then,” Brian said. “Okay, later,” Justin answered. “Later,” Brian echoed before he hung up. But he and Justin knew he would probably call again to bitch about work and some employee making him get a headache. And Justin would tell him to take it easy and they would both know it would be an excuse to just talk to each other. “Hey,” Emmett said. Justin looked up startled. “Oh, hey.” “How are you doing?” Emmett asked. He was happy when he got to see the blond. Michael had told him who he was and frankly he was impressed that Brian hadn’t tried something already; Justin was to die for. “I’m okay,” Justin said remembering him, like he could forget someone like Emmett. “How are you?” “I’m fabulous, honey,” Emmett told him sitting in front of the blond. Justin chuckled a bit. He liked Emmett; he was a nice person. “You’re always here alone,” Emmett pointed out. “Don’t you have someone?” “Is this your way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?” Justin asked laughing. He grabbed his wallet to pay for his food. “Maybe,” Emmett said smiling. “I don’t,” Justin said and quickly added, “And I’m not looking for anyone either.” “Okay, okay,” Emmett said putting his hands up in surrender. “I thought you should come with me and the guys.” Justin frowned but asked anyway. “Where?” “Babylon,” Emmett responded. “You can have a good time. The guys are pretty decent and maybe you're not looking for something serious but you can’t tell me you don’t look and enjoy it all.” Justin laughed. “Every gay boy has to have fun,” Emmett pointed out. He wondered about Justin’s life. The blond was always alone and very quiet. The fair man always ignored everyone around him, except Brian. But then again not many people could resist looking at Brian. He thought Justin would learn in time what an ass the brunet could be sometimes. “I’m not a boy,” Justin argued. “I have to go.” “Okay, okay but,” Emmett said. “Why don’t you drop by Babylon tonight? Come on, it will be fun.” Justin bit his lower lip and thought about it. “I don’t know.” “Why not?” Emmett asked. “I’ll buy you a drink,” he said and smiled. Justin smiled too and nodded. He got up wondering why he couldn’t say no to people. But the truth was that he did need to get out more. Meet a few people, make a few acquaintances. So he accepted. “I’ll be waiting for you then,” Emmett told him. Justin picked his keys and his cell phone. He got up and waved goodbye at the man before he started walking out of the diner. He wondered if hanging out with Brian and Michael’s friends would bring trouble. He thought it really didn’t, but he could be wrong. He decided not to think about it and went home.