Just my musings on what could have been going through Brian's mind at this moment. His jealously was more than apparent, as is his constant denial of what Justin means to him. But, even a big man...including the Brian Kinney must fall eventually! :)
Fucking little twat, stealing my trick.
Purposely.
I didn't admire him for his tenacity.
I for sure didn't care that every queer in the place was drooling over Sunshine.
Even Mikey and Emmett had been eating up his performance.
As did every fag in the place.
I didn't care about that.
All I cared about was him snagging my target.
This doesn't happen to me.
I am Brian fucking Kinney.
I don't do emotions. I simply fuck.
I am not drawn to the backrooms because he is there...fucking my trick.
My eyes lock on him fucking the trick.
When the trick turns around and kisses my Sunshine I do not feel this strange coldness inside.
I don't leave because it tears me up to watch him.
I am glad the guys can't see me now. They would know what I won't admit.
Brian Kinney was in denial, and yet knew he was well on the way to being truly fucked.