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Brian sat in his jeep staring at the school that seemed to have silently beckoned him.
One solitary question burning in his mind.
What the fuck am I doing here?
His hand idly toying with the silken scarf draped around his neck.
The scarf that had provided him with one of most orgasmic experiences he had ever known.
The same one that was supposed to lead him out in a blaze of glory.
Fucking Michael - how did he always know when he was about to do something reckless?
Now, here he sat in this parking lot. A hetero gathering of the most massive proportions.
His blonde headed, once upon a time stalker inside.
Truth be known he had stopped thinking of him as that a very long time ago. He actually began to find his persistence - charming.
Although, he would never admit to it.
Justin knew this without being told - the boy had always read him so well. He got him in a way no others ever had. Not even Michael.
Brian wasn't concerned about that. He was convinced Justin only saw what he intended for him to see.
He was Brian Kinney. Nobody gained the upper hand on him.
Not even Justin Taylor - the sweetest piece of ass Pittsburgh had to offer.
He looked at the entrance to the auditorium shaking his head in disbelief.
What the fuck am I doing here?
He squashed the lesbionic thought in his mind that continued to repeat itself from the time he arrived here: because you know it will make him happy.
Fuck that. Brian Kinney did what made Brian happy.
If he made Justin happy in the process it was just icing on the cake. He had to believe that. He did believe it.
He knew he should start up the jeep and get the hell out of here before he did something even more stupid.
He stepped out of the jeep smiling knowing he wasn't going to follow the easy road - for once.
Telling himself giving Justin this moment would only end up benefiting him later when he was ramming into his tight little ass.
He stepped into the auditorium standing in the back his eyes moving around the room until he found him.
Standing with Daphne looking as if he was simply waiting for the night to be over.
Brian had no idea how long he stood there drinking in the sight of him before Daphne directed him to look my way.
God, he was just so fucking beautiful.
And, whether I wanted to accept it or not I knew the boy was mine.
As I walked towards him knowing I had to have him in my arms I knew one thing for certain.
He was like a sickness churning inside of me.
Right or wrong - I could never send him away again.
In every manner of speaking - I was irrevocably fucked.