Brian's POV
I can’t believe he’s back and even more un-fucking believable he gets rid of me. My phone rings and I fish it out of my jacket pocket. “What?” I shout. “Six o’clock…” I listen to him whining and begin to lose my patience. “I don’t fucking care how you do it,” I yell into the phone. “Just make sure you do it before six. Oh and don’t fuck it up.” I flip my cell phone shut not bothering to say goodbye. I cross the road and walk down the dark alley. “I didn’t think you’d show.”
“I’m full of surprises,” The man replies.
“Everything is set, by six o’clock we’ll get even,” I tell him. He smiles and offers me a cigarette. I light up and lean back against the wall.
“How did you get him to agree? I thought they were close?” he asks taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Let’s just say… he owes me.”
Jake's POV
“Hey Jus,” I greet walking into his living room where he is currently laying down on one of the couches.
“What are you doing here?” he asks surprised.
“I thought we could chill out together. What with It being your birthday and all.” I pull out a bottle of champagne from behind my back. “What do you say?”
“Fine,” He sighs, reluctantly sitting up.
I grab a couple of glasses from his drinks tray and glance at the clock. Twenty minutes to six, fuck! I better move this along. I sit down next to Justin and place the glasses on the coffee table. “Hey, you got a cork screw or something? This doesn’t want to open,” I lie.
“Wait here.”
Once I’m sure he’s gone, I take out the small bottle from my pocket and tip the clear liquid into his glass. “I think I’ve got it,” I shout popping open the bottle of champagne and pouring it. Grabbing his glass I swirl it around.
“Well that was a waste of my energy,” Justin complains, re-entering the living room and flopping himself down next to me.
“Sorry,” I reply with a false smile and hand him his glass. “So… what’s with the staying in on your birthday?” I ask watching him drain the glass of its contents. Good boy.
“I just wasn’t in the mood I suppose,” He tells me as I move closer and drape my arm over his shoulder. He leans into my body and runs his hand down my thigh. This is a good sign. “You want to go to your bedroom and celebrate you turning eighteen,” I whisper into his ear.
Justin's POV
We’re in my bedroom now and I don’t remember having so much to drink. I’m sure I only had one glass of champagne.
“How about I put on some music?” Jake says turning on the radio. He walks back over to me and starts to unbutton my shirt. “This is going to be fun,” He whispers kissing my neck.
Come back to me a while. Change your style again.
Come back to me a while. Change your taste in men.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I feel good,” I answer with a smile. Pulling him to me, I lift his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the side. I smile at him and fall to my knees and begin to unzip the flies on his jeans with my teeth. I hear him gasp and I mentally smile to myself.
It’s been this way since Christmas day, dazzled, doused in gin.
Change your taste in men.
Jake steps out of his jeans and kicks them to the side. I stand back up and he pushes me onto the bed and straddles me. Leaning down he presses his lips to mine, while undoing the buttons on my pants. Pulling back he climbs off me and removes my pants, and drops them to the floor.
Come back to me a while. Change your style again.
Come back to me a while. Change your taste in men.
Once he’s successfully removed my pants he crawls back on top of me. Everything is beginning to look a little blurred. I close my eyes and moan as he starts to kiss his way down my chest.
I’m killing time on valentines, waiting for the day to end.
Change your taste in men.
“You like that?” Jake asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
Come back to me a while. Change your style again
Come back to me a while. Change your taste in men.
A scream comes from the direction of my door. I bolt upright, throwing Jake off me in the process.
“Fuck!” Jake says.
I stare in horror at my mother standing there in my doorway. Her hands are covering her mouth and she has a look of shock on her face, but before I had a chance to say a word she runs from my room.
It’s been this way since Christmas day, dazzled, doused in gin.
Change your taste in men.
“I guess I should go,” Jake says. I forgot he was here. I don’t reply I just watch him silently get dressed and leave my room. Snapping out of my daze I grab the remote and switch my radio off.
“FUCK!” I curse. My phone begins to ring and I unsteadily walk over to answer it. “Hello?”
“Poor little rich boy,” He mocks. “Go take a look out your window,” Brian instructs. I walk over to my window and look out. “I guess mother wasn’t too pleased catching her son naked, and fucking around with Jake.” My eyes lock onto Brian as he appears from the shadows across the street. My anger rises when he gives me a wave. “Happy Birthday Justin. If you want a war, you’re going to get one.” Brian laughs and hangs up. He blows me a kiss before walking away and once again disappearing into the shadows.
“Ahh!” I scream. Throwing my phone against my wall, smashing it “We will see who gets the last laugh.” I say through gritted teeth.
Brian's POV
I can’t seem to keep the smirk off my face as I pull out my cell. “Hey it’s done. Justin Taylor has been outted to his family.” Smirk still on my face. “Kinney, one. Taylor, zero.”