The club was full of men and boys, glitter everywhere, Justin Taylor's dream came true. No not the club full of guys wanting to fuck him, Rage, the premiere was coming up this weekend, and he was out celebrating with the people who meant the most to him, all except him because he was in Pittsburg. Every weekend Ben made the effort to come see Michael, Brian never came to see Justin, and he didn't even call more than twice a week. Justin tried to not let it bother him, but the blonde always found himself wondering why. Wishing the older man was there with him, he knew Brian would never drop everything to come see him but he didn't think the calls would stop. He stopped thinking about Brian when Michael grabbed his arm shaking him from his day dreaming.
"Are you ready to go?" Michael asked. He smirked, now Michael was the one waiting for him to be ready to go home. Justin looked around, no one nearly close to his standards, he nodded. He followed Michael and Ben out of the club, it was always so hot in LA he missed the snow in the Pitts, he missed fucking Brian on the first white Christmas they spent together. Michael was talking a few thousand words a second when Justin finally tuned in. He was saying something about how upset he was Brian didn't come with Ben. Ben tried to make up an excuse about how Brian had a big meeting, neither bought it, Justin knew he didn't, he wasn't that naïve, especially not towards Brian anymore. After they walked a couple blocks they came to the hotel the boys were staying at, they were going home after the premiere and Michael had only been there for a week. Justin was a little unexcited to go home, he loved it here, but he couldn't afford it at all. Maybe after the premiere he could. He stopped at the doors, the couple ahead of him.
"You two are going to fuck, I'm going to get shit faced." Justin said turning quickly.
"If you're too fucked up to get back, call me." Michael called; Justin took out his phone showing it to the other man as he walked down the street. Elixor was the equivalent to Babylon here, the guys were a little more tan, but that was about it. Justin made his way inside, the music pulsating. He smiled as heads turned to look at the blonde; he walked over to the bar, the man beside him offering to buy him a drink he nodded and gratefully took the drink the bar tender served him. Justin finally got a good look of the guy, not very tall, dark hair, and tanned skin, the regular around here. In the first few months Justin had been here, his pale skin repelled people, now the sun lightened blonde hair and sun kissed skin, not to mention perfect ass made the men swoon, but he didn't want any of them, no matter how hard he tried to get into someone else, all he could think about was Brian and he hated that. He kept letting the guys around him buy him drinks, he only felt it when he finally took a step, he saw the guy who bought him his first drink eyeing him but, the blonde laughed obnoxiously before heading for the door. He only stumbled vaguely as he got outside, the humidity causing him to sweat. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, finding the hotel. He pulled his phone from his pocket remembering its existence. He had a few missed calls but dismissed the importance as he stepped into the elevator. Pressing a few too many buttons and stopping at every floor. He felt for the hotel key in his back pocket pulling it out he walked down the hall, sliding the key in he pushed open the door before seeing the two tangled bodies in the bed sheets. He screamed as loud as he could before covering his eyes.
"Oh my fucking God, this is gross I can't, what do I do? I can't look at either of you now." Justin freaked. The blonde heard Ben laughing and Michael scoff.
"I've walked in on you and Brian plenty of times." Michael reminded. Justin uncovered his eyes and saw the two men had covered up.
"I could go get more guys to buy me drinks if you two aren't done." Justin smiled.
"No, it's fine." Ben reassured. Justin nodded, there was alcohol in the room anyways, champagne, and if he drank enough he'd wake up with a brutal hang over if he wasn't going to already. He sat on his bed across from the two men ignoring them as he grabbed the bottle from the nightstand.
"You're going to be so hung over Boy Wonder." Michael laughed. Justin nodded bringing the bottle to his lips. He wanted to call Brian but he needed to gain the courage, and what other way then becoming intoxicated beyond belief. Justin carried himself off the bed, cell phone in pocket, bottle in hand he stepped out onto the balcony. He swallowed what was in his mouth and pulled out his phone. He leaned onto the railing dialing the number, he could hear the club goers from the ground, and he wished he was out instead of freaking out over this stupid call that would probably leave him even worse then before. It started to ring and he wondered if he should just hang up and accept the fact Brian didn't really care about this. He held his breath when the ringing stopped.
"What?" Brian asked. Justin swallowed before trying to make a sentence.
"It's me." The blonde mumbled.
"Hey, what do you want?" Brian sounded irritated. Justin could hear the person in the background telling him to hang up. Justin felt his stomach tighten the sheer ignorance he thought Brian would be happy he called.
"Uhm, nothing sorry…see you when I get back to the Pitts." The blonde quickly hung up, sucking in air. He felt the stinging behind his eyes, oh Jesus Christ not now. He brought the bottle to his lips again he apologized silently to his liver. He couldn't find a cigarette and right now he needed one in the worst way. He rubbed at his eyes willing the liquid back into his head. He got up finally and slid the screen door, Michael was asleep and Ben was reading oh god they were so hetero it made Justin want to puke, but Justin wanted it more than anything. Ben looked over at the clearly intoxicated barely of age young man. He saw the look of hurt he was trying so desperately to hide, he felt bad for Justin always being put on the backburner always the second choice. He knew how Justin had fully mastered a look of indifference every time he watched Brian take someone into the backroom; Justin would turn around find someone acceptable and do the same, he'd take his unhappiness out on someone's ass. Ben knew not to ask anything nearly close about feelings, Brian had rubbed off on Justin and the blonde kept everything bottled up, his face an emotionless mask. Justin walked past the couple on the bed heading for the washroom, Ben listened as the shower turned on and muffled sobs. He sighed loudly and Michael stirred before opening his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"We really need to do something about Justin." Ben said quietly. Michael knew what he meant.
"I know." The younger sighed. The both heard the shower shut off and went silent Michael shut his eyes quickly pretending to be asleep, Ben focused on the TV. Justin walked out of the bathroom, towel around him. He looked angry as he walked over to his suitcase grabbing pajama pants heading back into the bathroom. Inside Justin looked into the mirror annoyed, why couldn't Brian just fly out for one day? This was important. He pulled on the pants and stepped out of the bathroom annoyed how nice it looked to be in bed with someone you loved. He crawled onto his bed.
"You're seriously going to force me to watch Gay as Blazes?" Justin looked over at Ben; Michael opened his eyes at the mention of the show.
"Yes!" Michael yelled sitting up. Justin sighed rolling his eyes. "Anyways you should be asleep we have to get up at 6 tomorrow to make sure our suits aren't fucked."
"Perfect just what I wanted to do while fighting off a hangover." Justin smiled shutting his eyes as Michael turned the light off, the TV turned down. Justin felt like he was drowning in his own pathetic thoughts about Brian, why waste his time? Because you love him his mind had no problem reminding him. He decided he'd return to Pittsburg a different man, one that wasn't wrapped around Brian Kinney's finger.