Brian woke up with a start, feeling a pain in his back. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced around, trying to remember where he was. He felt the soft mattress of his bed underneath him, and the soft smell of Justins cologne. He grumbled slightly when he didn't see him there though. Brian yawned, stretching. He laid there, looking up at the ceiling of his loft.
He got up and pulled on a pair of jeans, running a hand through his hair. Brian went into the kitchen and started to making breakfast. He made a protein shake and toast, and grabbed an apple. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv.
As usual, there was nothing good on. Brian flipped through the channels, irritated that there was nothing of value on to watch. He paused at one channel, and stared at it in disbelief. There had been a car crash the night before, involving a jeep and a small semi truck. The truck had pushed the jeep off the side of the road, ramming it into a tree. Brian shook his head, muttering "Poor bastard" as he drank his shake. He nibbled on his toast and ate his apple, changing the channel yet again.
Brian stood and stretched, glancing sideways at the shower. He put away his glass after cleaning it and glanced down at his jeans, wondering why he had bothered putting them on. He took them off and hopped in the shower, turning on the hot water. He took the soap and began to lather it on himself, wishing Justin were there with him.
How he loved the feel of soft towels. He loved drying off on soft, clean towels. He stared at the towel in his hand, shaking his head. He was being stupid, of course. But the feel of the material was soft and comforting. Brian folded it and put it back on the bar, walking over to his closet. He rummaged around for a shirt, trying to decide which one to wear.
He pulled out a black tank top and decided to go to the mall to meet up with the boys. He grabbed his keys, whistling. It would be a good day today, he decided. There was also another reason why it would be a good day today. Justin was coming home.
Brian had barely been able to control his excitement when he heard that Justin was coming back from New York, permanently. How he had missed that damn kid! Ever sense they had broken up he had been miserable. Of course, he would never let the others know just how much he missed him. How he longed to hold him next to him at night, so that he could feel him breathe against him. That was the most beautiful thing in the world, Brian had decided. Knowing that Justin was there beside him, knowing that the one he loved would be there when he woke up. Now that he wasn't there, Brian felt a sense of emptiness that he couldn't deal with.
Every day that went by was met with the same numbness. The same dread of waking up knowing that Justin was getting ready for work at the diner, or staying up late working for school. It had been several months sense they had last spoken. Brian was dying to here his voice again, and to run his hands through his blond hair. Instead, every night was spent with a different guy, trying hard to go back into his old life. There was no going back now, however. If Brian had had the faintest notion that Justin would have changed his life THIS much, he would never have fucked him to begin with. It was too late now. He couldn't change the past. The more the thought about it, the more he realized how much stability Justin had provided for him in his unstable world. A world that was so full of hate and anger towards that outside world that Justin was exactly what Brian needed: his sunshine. A ray of light in the darkness where no light had before tread.
Brian opened the door, and drew back in shock. He was now standing in Babalyon, his beloved club. He turned to go back into his loft, but the door was gone and he was standing in front of a beautiful male, 6'3 black hair and green eyes. Brian eyed him, scanning his body with his hawk like gaze. His body was built and lean at the same time, every muscle perfectly carved out from years of working out. Brian made a node of his head, and the others green eyes flashed in the strobe lights.
Brian reached for his hand and the other took it, his mind soon distracted from the fact he was no longer in his apartment building. Perfectly built men with gorgeous eyes surrounded him, and he was in heaven. The other man kept staring at him and smiling, making Brians heart race. He ran a hand around the others shoulders, which were bare. He was in tight jeans and had glitter sprinkled over his chest. Brian found himself lost in those eyes as they danced, more men gathering around them. He put his arms around his neck, moving in closer.
Suddenly one of the other men shoved him hard, knocking him backward. He turned, rasing his fist to strike back. The man he was dancing with grabbed his wrist and held him tightly, and Brian found himself on his knees in pain.
"What are you doing!" Brian cried in alarm. "Justin!" His eyes grew wide as he found himself calling for him. How he wanted him there now, to save him. Brian swung with his other arm and found himself caught as well. "Please, stop, your hurting me." Brian tried to fight him off, struggling on the floor. He tried to look for the door to his loft now, realizing that this wasn't really Babylon as he looked around him. Through the mass of bodies he couldn't make out anything familiar about it, now that he good look. The music was the same, but the building itself wasn't.
"Hold him there." A voice sounded through the building as the music slowly faded out. The men had stopped dancing and were now standing at attention, glaring at him. The lights cut out, save for one strobe light on the approaching figure. It moved as it walked, illuminating him. Brian stared as the shadows figure as it came closer, trying hard to contain his fear.
"Well, well Kenney. For once, you've gotten your dick into a situation that you CAN'T get out of." Vicks voice rang through the air in a cold tone, his eyes staring straight into Brians.
"Vick?" Brian said in a strained voice. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian glanced around, trying to free himself from the mans grip. "If this is your idea of heaven, its one fucked up version!"
Vick folded his arms and smiled coldly at him, kneeling down to his level. ""You know, I bet you never thought you'd be looking up to me now, did you?" Vick laughed and roughfled his hair, and the others laughed with him. "I think its time, Brian. Vick stared at him, running a hand across his chin. "Yes, I do believe it is." Vick snapped his fingers and the man shoved Brian towards him. Vick took Brian by the shoulders, guiding him through the mass of men that turned to face him as they walked.
Brian was growin afraid now. This was not at all like Vicks normal behavior, when he had been alive. He was in a dream statses of some sorts, he had to be. Wake up, Brian thought to himself. Please,wake up. Brian kept mumbling this over and over silently, but nothing ever happened. Vick opened the door to the back room, and shoved Brian inside.
Brian glanced around them, expecting to see the normal men against the wall. Instead the room was empty, and Brians fear was now at full height inside him. He turned to run, but Vick stopped him.
"I don't think so, Brian. Theres something you need to see. And believe me, I don't want you to miss it." He kept pushing Brian forward, and for once in his life, Brian didn't argue.
Brian didn't know what was going on, but he didn't want to piss Vick off. Vick had always been like a father to him, so if Vick said it was important, then it must be. Especially if he were going to such extreme measures to get him to do whatever it was Vick wanted. They walked along in silence, the so called "back room" growing larger and larger in size.
Vick finally stopped, and a small film of light was in one corner. Vick pointed to it, and glared at him. "I think you need to go and see what's there." Vick folded his arms, waiting.
Brian rubbed his eyes and sniffed, glancing at him. Slowly he made his way to the back, glancing behind him. Vick was still standing there, his face and overall expression kinder. Brian kept walking, his footsteps echoing as he walked. He found another door facing him, and he sighed. Taking a deep breath, he turned and glanced at Vick one final time. Vick nodded, and Brian opened the door, slowly stepping inside.