Queer as folk

Keep a date with Bobby Palm and his five brothers

Chapter One: MMM Bop!

Emmett was tripping on the dance floor, his open shirt flying around him as the confetti ran their way down his torso to fall down as bright droplets. He was in high obliviousness of his surroundings and exhibiting a large smile. The place was moving in rhythm except for that single man transported by another wind. As from the shadows, holding a sad glare on the scene front of him, Ted was drinking his beer with an indifferent ear to the conversation that was being hold next to him. Sat at the counter, Justin and Brian were talking about Brian's agency and his account that would make everyone come rushing into his soon new headquarters. Of course the poor Ted, who was being a little distant, didn't feel concerned by those talks and even annoyed with the kissing and the 'Im gonna fuck you hard tonight' sweet sweet words. He watched around deluded searching for one single reason able to make him stay there, not seeing any he just put his beer on the counter hardly enough to attract the two young men's attention.

"I'm taking off" he said naturally rubbing his eyes lightly with his sleeve.

Brian lifted his eyebrows to show his total disinterest but spit a little 'bye' before returning to his drink and to his partner's lips who barely managed to throw a 'see ya'. Ted sighed and, the head low, he made his way outside hurting apologetic some people on the path. Emmett still in the middle of the dance floor had frozen and watched Ted making his way through the crowd. His eyes thoughtful, as if his question had been answered to, he leaned his head on the side a little and slightly returned dancing in 'that' place.

"So, my mom told me you found a place? How's it?" asked Justin caressing Brian's shoulder as a pretext to keep him at distance, was he going to have to tie the older man up to get his breath back?

Brian fixed forward remembering the place a sneer setting up on his face – "Well, it's cosy"

"Where is it?" Justin asked smiling playfully like he used to do well.

"Between a cafeteria and a church" Brian sniggered. Justin frowned suspiciously, Brian stared at him and with all the serious he could wore he said simply "I'm buying the flesh factory" He took his glass back in his hand and took a sip.

Justin kept watching him the same expression in his eyes, not really surprised but not really acknowledging the situation.

"You're gonna receive your clients in the baths?" he clarified once more just to be sure. He let out a small snigger, never would have thought about that, Brian in an other hand would always come up with that kind of weird ideas, as for why, we'd just keep it as Brian being Brian.

"Why not?" he responded in a matter of fact "I've always been well received in and felt like home. Why wouldn't they?"

Justin rolled his eyes and Brian took advantage of that moment of quick blindness to, in a nano second, gaining his place back on Justin's lips, where he belonged, and not just because he was pretty drunk and felt like doing billie coo, even though usually he wasn't the cuddle, huddle, nuzzle type.

Emmett back from the dance floor gracefully separated the two swooping his arms between them and widening them to catch his blue drink.

"Don't bother, I'll just get it myself" he pointed waggishly. Brian threw him an annoyed look and said:

"Ted just left" he took a sip of his glass freshly in his hand as to mark the end of his sentence.

Emmett took a queen breath preparing the crowd for a bright flow of words but just said emotionless "I know" he put his glass back on the counter, purposely jostling Brian in the process, who just smirked defeated "And I'm gonna clear off either. See ya"

"Night!" Justin yelled to cover the music. Brian waved comically good bye with an all teeth smile. He took another sip of his drink.

"I don't feel the taste of this anymore!" Justin turned his head and saw Brian watching intensively his glass. "What is it?" he continued lifting it up and watching Justin through it.

"Probably something you drank too much tonight" Justin answered smiling at the way Brian's eye looked through the glass.

Brian nodded and put the glass back on the counter but took it back instantly to have another sip.

"I'm gonna head back" Justin said getting down his seat. He waited for Brian to make any sign of agreement but Brian just kept opening and closing his eyes in slow motion as if he was having hallucinations. "Brian? What are you doing?"

Brian got his head up facing Justin and in a gesture stood up and snapped his glass on the counter with great force.

"Im coming!" he said proudly, like some kind of warrior.

Justin opened his mouth but shut it tight with nothing appropriate to say, he just led the way to the door keeping Brian from being rapt by some of the guy in the room, because Brian was apparently following him but he wasn't sure if he would make the difference between his blond lover and some other fruit.

Getting his lighter between his hands to keep it from blowing in the wind, Brian lit awkwardly his cigarette and rejected the smoke with an expired 'ahh'.

"I'll need to hire people, graphic designers, an accountant…"

"There's Ted" cut Justin a step in front.

Brian took another puff off his cigarette: "Ah, Teddy! Or when accountants go into the obscure side of the force" he giggled silently at his own joke and catching up with Justin put his arm around the man's waist.

"Tonight I'm gonna be your bodyguard" he whispered in the teen's ear biting the earlobe furtively. Justin's smile shined with expectation. He accelerated his march gradually, the sooner the better.

Brian took his shirt off the second he entered the building and was barely naked arrived at his door. Inside he gently took Justin in his arms and French kissed him sweetly before stripping him off his shirt. He kept pushing Justin till he reached a surface on which he could take support and began licking his way to his partner's nipples keeping a strong grip around his waist and their bodies pressed together. Justin couldn't get tired of that mouth wherever it was and those strong arms forbidding all escape or swaying.

Brian kept sucking on his tits and unbuttoned the boy's pants. He slowly traced his way down and found himself on his knees. Justin threw his head backward and put a hand on Brian's head petting his neck. Brian worked real good, going from blowing the front to blowing the back while ass playing and dick stroking like the ace he was had long learned to do well. Justin was moaning and had his breath cut when suddenly Brian pulled him down, on the hard floor. Brian went for the KY and rubber.

"Bottom's up!" he said energetically "Im going to fuck you real good that you'll bust all over the place" he rustled in the aroused body's ear.

Sooner that same night... …

Imagine a night club of the great city of dear Los Angeles. The loud music, those bodies clenched in those tight clothes sweating and thrusting against each others. So this club full of barfairies is composed of three principal sections, first step, a bar where you can find red fancy benches concentrated in the back where people talk or get acquainted, a counter and some tables. In that ambiance, romantic, where just few lights shine faintly you got your first check up on the fruits you'll find inside. Pretty boys waiting for a john or lazy backs flirting with new comers to take them away or hot stud coming back from the dance floor and up for grabs… Well for short here all those who're waiting for buddies or precise business. Second step the dance floor. Where some people introduced in the bar come to get closer, where the spirits warm up and open for the wandering hands. Where the fun rise and the night shine to lead to the last step… the backroom.

A place mixing all styles and all kinds, where everybody's basically trying to get laid for the most or just enjoy a night out with a friend or partners. Of course you always got the unlucky, the blueball who keeps trying but never get banged. You have to admire their perseverance and endurance to rejection.

"Hi! I'm…"

"I don't think so" could it be more snappish? Probably not, but being theatrical and snappish fitted that boy perfectly.

So meet Jamie, 175m (5.74') for 50kg (110p), a body well shaped in its small form, sculpted of laced muscles popping under the thin material he's wearing but that would be hidden under something a little more loose. Metal blue eyes, clear and feline, round and surrounded by long eyelashes looking hypnotically in the large. Light brown hair or dark blond hair extremely short on the neck and less on the head, short spiky locks arranged messily with some gel. A mouth pink and mischievous going in pair with his eyes. Squared jaws peachy coloured and smooth face giving the visage an illusion of eternal youth. A real honey baby face… appealing to all those sugar daddies in the room.

There meet Benson, our average left over, 177m (5.8') for 60kg (132p) with a strict hair cut, a two days beard, grey clothes, a banal face in banal clothes drinking a banal beer who just took his chance with one of the good fucks of the bal but got blown away for the hundredth time this night, yeah you gotta admire his courage, but brave doesn't mean fuckable and as the hard rule established long ago Benson will probably go home alone tonight.

And if you're wondering about Jamie it probably won't be his case.