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Summary: Brian comes home to save Michael from getting married.
Brian's POV
Good old glorious Pittsburgh. I swore to myself that I was never coming back here, and yet here I am. Christ, things haven't changed much since I left. It's almost like time stood still. I thought it would have changed a little in my absence, but it's pretty much the same hell hole. Surprise, surprise! Not.
What the fuck am I doing back here? Oh, yeah Mikey. This is all Mikey's fault!
God, Michael is making the biggest mistake of his life. He is lucky to have me, the same ‘selfish asshole’ who practically dropped everything to come here and save him. Me, selfish? I think not. What does he think he is doing anyway? Why is Michael even thinking about getting married? Marriage is for breeders and munchers, not for queers. Since when did he ever want to get married? This is such bullshit. This has got to be a trick of some kind to get me to come back to Pittsburgh. Trick? Hmm . . . I could use one about now. I'm not one to show up early, but I could use some release before meeting Michael and his fiancé, whatever the fuck his name was.
Well, Babylon looks about the same. Though, it must be a slow night. The pickings are slim. Then again it's early. Too early. I have never been here before ten. Now I know why. No one worth fucking comes before ten. I should just leave and head over to Woody's. But hell, I'm here now, and there has to someone here to help kill the time.
I climb upon the catwalk to get a better look, getting a couple offers as I walk across the dance floor towards the stairs. A couple could be promising, but I think, no, I know that I can do better. A lot better.
Searching over the sweaty sea of bodies, I'm losing hope until my glaze falls upon a young blond. Things are finally starting to look up. Blonds aren't really my type, but this blond seems special, unlike the rest of your typical blond twinkie type. He moves in perfect harmony with beat of the music. I have to admit the boy could really move. His clothes were tight against his flesh showing off the form of his entire body. Mmm . . . Now if my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, I do believe I spy a nice bubble butt on him. It has been a while since I have tasted a bubble butt, and with that thought, I feel my cock harden. This blond may be just what I need to pass the time. I head down the stairs to get a better look.
Completely caught in the music with his eyes closed shut, the blond hasn't even noticed my presence around him. He looks free at peace with the world. I could almost stay there watching him all night, but the ache from my swollen cock urges me to wake him out his trance. I move in closer. Still no response from the blond. This is starting to get on my nerves. Then a smile plays upon his face. Studying his lips, I wonder what they would taste like, so I decide to find out. I pull his tight little body to mine, and catch the startled blonde’s lips as I let my right hand grab his ass. Oh yeah, that's the kind of ass I like. He tries to fight me off, but I hang on tight until I need air. Yes, he will do just fine.
As I release him, he gives me a shove. "Get your fucking . . ." He studies me for a second.
Seeing his eyes for the first time, I'm caught off guard by them. They are the shade of grayish blue sky and run deep as a river. They show signs of shock, fear, and anger, which quickly melts into a state of confusion. Christ, he looks so innocent like that–and fucking hot too.
"What do you think you are doing," he inquires, with a slight edge to his rich voice.
"I'm dancing. What does it look like I'm doing?"
He stares at me. "That wasn't what I meant, and you know it."
"Oh, you meant this." I lean again and place my lips upon his again for a short kiss. Too damn short. That’s because, as soon as my lips touch his he turns his head away, so I end nibbling on his earlobe. It’ll do–for now.
"Stop it. You're not very funny," he remarks shortly. He crosses his arms over his firm chest, pouting slightly. Fuck, he looks even hotter when he pouts–those perfect upturned lips all puffed out, ready for the taking. I stop myself before my oh so dirty mind begins to drift to exactly what those luscious lips could do other than pout. Like I need my cock to get any harder–it’s about to fucking fall off as it is.
"I wasn't trying to be," I answer shortly.
"Then why are you–"
"Come on." I grab a hold of his wrist and start dragging him towards the back room.
"Where are we going," he asks.
"To the back room."
"Why?"
"Because I want to fuck your brains out. That's why."
He twists his arm causing me to lose my hold on it. "Nice try, Brian Kinney, but I'm not stupid."
"Well, well, it's good to know my reputation still exists," I say half with pride, half with surprise that the twink knows who I am.
"Yeah, it still exists," he snorts. "I'll be at bar when you are done getting your rocks off." He begins to walk off. What the fuck?
"Are you not cumming with me?"
"Some how I think my boyfriend won’t appreciate that very much. But like I said, nice try. You can throw whatever you want at me, Brian, but I'm not going to crack. So you might as well give up and save your time and energy for something or somebody else. I'll see you at the bar," he says, and then fades into the crowd of writhing bodies.
What the fuck is he talking about? And who does he think he is turning me down? I'm Brian Fucking Kinney for crying out loud, and he knows it. Who gives a fuck if you are in relationship or not? Everyone fucks around. Fuck him! Well, I guess I won't be. Shit, it's a damn shame too. Oh well, the night is young, and there's plenty more fish in the sea.
I walk into the back room and grab the first available guy. Unzipping my pants, the trick falls to his knees and begins to blow me off. I lean back against the wall trying to enjoy the pleasure of the task at hand, but my thoughts keep trailing off to the twink who blew me off, literally speaking of course. Not in the positive life affirming way. Damn.
Nobody says no to me. Why the fuck did I just let him go like that? That wasn't like me. I don't take no for an answer, especially when I see something I want. Well, I'm not going to back off until I get off. 'I'll see you at the bar.' The little shit. If he wants to play hard to get, I'm game. We'll just see how long he'll last before he begs me to fuck him, and I promise he will before the night is over.
After a less than satisfying blow job had ended, I quickly head back on the dance floor scanning the bar for the blond. I don't see him. Fuck, I've lost him. Good going, Kinney. I should have never let him out my sight. Fuck!
I head back up the stairs to search the floor, but he is no where to be found. Where the fuck is he?
A moment or two passes before I find him coming back from the little boy's room, and I watch him make his way to the bar. I smile a devilish grin. I cautiously stroll my way over to him taking my sweet time but never letting him out my sight. God, I want him and bad. For the life of me, I can't remember wanting someone so much before.
"Brian!"
I begin picturing all the things I'm going to do that boy. I'll definitely make him suffer for all this . . .
"BRIAN!" Out of no where, I'm grabbed from behind. Just great. Perfect timing as usual, Mikey. "I knew you would come."
"I always cum when I say I will," I say with a smirk as I turn to face him.
Michael smiles. "Yeah, I know. God, I've missed you."
"And I’ve missed you."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it," I say kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Man, you haven't changed a bit."
"Neither has Pittsburgh I see. How long has it been now?"
"A little over four years."
"That long, huh? It seems like just yesterday I left this God forsaken city swearing never to return."
"But here you are."
"Here I am."
"You came back for just for me."
I press my tongue against my cheek. "Well, I had to come down here and talk some sense into you. You're not still thinking about getting married, are you?"
"No, I'm not thinking about it any more," he grins sheepishly. "I'm planning it."
"Planning it," I choke. My God, has he completely lost his mind? "Who are you? And what did you do with Michael Novotny?"
"Oh, cut it out, Brian. It's still me."
"Seriously, Mikey, are you high on something?"
"Yeah, I guess I'm high. High on cloud nine."
Oh god. He’s even farther gone than I expected. I shake my head. "Ah, cloud nine. Be careful, Mikey, it’s a long way down."
"Its okay, Brian. We're in love."
I chuckle, "Love . . . Christ, when did you start believing in love?"
"I've always believed in love, Brian. It was you who didn't believe in it."
"And I still don't. But when I left, you couldn't even imagine yourself in a relationship, let alone keeping one going."
"Well, some things change. I guess I finally grew up, Peter Pan. We all can't live in Never Land forever."
"Oh sure, we can, Mikey."
"Well, maybe, but I don't want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with someone, and I found that someone," he says honestly.
"So, where is this guy who obviously has brain washed you?"
"Well, he should be here somewhere." Michael starts looking around.
"Did you check the back room?"
"Brian, he isn't like that," he snaps.
"Sure, Mikey. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I take the opportunity to glance back at the blond at bar only to find him missing. Shit, now where is he?
"There he is," he announces, but I'm too distracted looking for the blond to see who Michael is pointing out. Honestly, does it really matter? Just another dickless fag, right? Like I haven’t seen those before. Trust me, it’ll be far too soon when I see another. Then I spot my blond trick quickly heading straight towards me with a bright wide grin. I'm little taken back by it. God, I want fuck him right here and now. I wet my lips and grin back on him.
To my disappointment, then pure shock, the boy walks right past me and into the arms of Michael. They lock lips for a passionately long kiss. Too fucking long, if you ask me. "Fuck me," I gasp at the sight.
Breaking contact of their lips, the two turn to me. "Justin, this is Brian, my best friend, and Brian, this is Justin Taylor, my fiancé."
***This chapter was edited by The Slash Faerie.***