Justin was drunk. Really, really drunk. He'd seen Brian go into the backroom of Babylon for the fifth time that evening, and he was pissed. Apparently, he couldn't keep up the "cool non-conventional boyfriend" façade after his seventh beer. He grabbed a smoking hot trick, a tall brunet with to-die-for sea green eyes, and pulled him into the backroom. Justin managed to walk straight the whole way. Impressive. I followed. I was NOT going to miss this show!

Justin grinned as he leaned back against the wall opposite Brian and pulled the trick toward him. He licked the man's lips and then plunged his tongue into his mouth. He grabbed the guy's neck and pulled him closer to deepen their scorching hot kiss. It looked like Justin was trying swallow him whole. Brian had quirked an eyebrow and watched with amusement at first, but the longer he watched them engaged in typhlobasia, the darker his eyes became. You readers can thank my word-a-day love calendar for that 25-cent-er. Lovely birthday gift from Teddy. Means kissing with one's eyes closed. Anywho…Brian's eyes were now black with rage.

Justin pushed the trick back, breaking their kiss, and purred, "You wanna fuck me?"

Then, he shot Brian a pointed look, daring him to intervene. There was so much tension in the air that it was giving off sparks.

The trick fondled Justin's ass and replied, "Hell yeah. You have the most gorgeous ass."

Justin laughed and said, "I know."

I smiled. So cocky.

Justin unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He inched them down slowly, staring at Brian the whole time. Oh my! Never seen Baby's cock naked before. I licked my lips. I'd love to suck on that.

"You're lucky. Only one man has ever had his cock up my ass."

The trick was pleasantly surprised. I was floored. Apparently, Justin had never let Ethan top him.

"Really?" The trick looked like a kid in a candy shop.

Brian was livid, but didn't move an inch.

Justin turned around slow and, then, handed the trick some lube and a condom. The trick gently massaged Justin's porcelain white cheeks while Brian glared at the back of the trick's head. If looks could kill…that trick's head would have burst into flames!

When the trick sent a lubed finger up Justin's ass, Justin looked over his shoulder at Brian, smiled bright, and winked at him. Holy shit! I kept looking back and forth between them waiting for something explosive to happen. It didn't. Justin just turned back and started moaning softly.

Brian must have thought Justin wouldn't go through with it because he looked surprised when the trick finished opening Justin up. Justin hadn't protested at all. In fact, he'd pushed back and moaned, so, apparently, he'd enjoyed it. Or he had been pretending. If so, he should be on Broadway! The trick rolled the condom on and was about to enter Justin when Brian sent him flying across the backroom. I resisted the urge to clap. Finally, some action!

"What the fuck?" the trick cried.

Brian ignored him. He whipped Justin around, pulled up his jeans, and dragged him out of there by the wrist. I was so jealous. Justin had a million-watt smile plastered on his face. He looked back at the trick and mouthed "Sorry."

Brian kept going until they were in the bathroom.

He roared, "Everyone, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

I was peeking in from the safety of the club proper.

When they were alone (or so they thought), Brian took a deep breath and hissed, "Ok Sunshine. What the hell was that?"

Justin laughed. A long hearty laugh.

Then he declared, "You're a fucking fraud. A pathetic liar and a fraud."

Ooo.

Brian looked amused. "I am?"

"Yes. Who was it that told me I should be myself, not what everyone expects me to be? Who said that lying about who you are makes you a joke?"

Very calmly, Brian replied, "I did."

Classy.

Justin crossed his arms. "Yea, that's right, you did. But you are a hypocrite. You only continue to trick because everyone expects you to. Because you are the 'Stud of Liberty Avenue' and have a rep to protect. Sometimes, you do it for pain management, but that doesn't even work, does it? You are scared shitless that the world, particularly your friends, might see you as you truly are…"

Brian had been holding Justin's gaze, but he looked down now, staring at the floor.

He tries to impress us?

Justin continued, "…You are so terrified that they wouldn't like what they would see if you were a real person. You always have to downplay every kindness, every loving gesture. You are so hot to differ—differe—entia—differentiate (he stumbled over this word) yourself from your parents, your sister, and every other heterosexual who did you wrong (Brian looked back up and was smiling at Justin) Fuck you! So what if I'm drunk? (Justin had a hand on his right hip. What a queen! I was so proud!) Doesn't make what I'm saying any less valid."

Brian smiled and nodded slowly.

With a huff, he continued, "Anyhow, you shouldn't try so hard to be different (Brian laughed, and Justin smiled in spite of himself) from every heterosexual you know. Don't you see that by reacting against them, you are still letting them define you?"

Good point!

"Have some fucking BALLS! (Brian's eyes widened at this. Mine, too) Come out of the closet. Be the considerate friend, the loving father, and the devoted boyfriend you are (Brian looked down again) How many times have you told me that tricks don't mean squat to you? That I give the best head and that fucking me is better than fucking anyone else? So why suffer through shitty blowjobs and passable lays? Choosing not to be a whore won't make you less attractive (Oh. My. God. Justin just called Brian a whore!) It won't make you a pod person."

Brian looked up and, in a soft voice, asked, "If you know the tricks don't mean anything, why do you care?"

Justin arched an eyebrow and replied, "If you knew that that guy meant zip to me, why did you stop him from fucking me?"

Brian didn't say a word.

Ooo. Baby's got you there!

"What I almost did…the way you felt about it…that's what you do every. fucking. night…that's the way I feel every. fucking. night."

I frowned. Poor baby.

Brian looked surprised.

"I won't take this shit anymore. Make a choice."

You tell him! No one puts Baby in the corner!

Brian's eyes hardened. "Is that an ultimatum, Sunshine?"

I gritted my teeth. Uh oh.

Justin hissed, "You're a fool."

Justin turned around fast. When he saw their reflection in the mirror, he slammed his fist into it, sending shards of glass flying.

Oh my!

He looked at Brian and smiled through tears. "There. I destroyed us. You're free to suck and fuck anyone. Anyone but me."

I couldn't help but sniffle. Justin seemed broken.

Brian looked hurt, too, like he was the one who'd punched the mirror. No, like he was the mirror. He ran over to Justin and examined his hand. "What the fuck? Why? Hasn't your hand taken enough damage?"

Justin had a defeated look in his eyes. "What does it matter? You are my other half. Life is too bleak to paint when we're apart. Well…I guess not really. Some people like seeing an artist's tears and bleeding heart on canvas."

I wiped away my own tears.

Brian had removed the shards of glass embedded in Justin's hand and taken off his silk t-shirt. He was now trying to stem the flow of blood with it.

Justin pulled his hand away roughly.

"I don't need your help or concern. Your adoring subjects await you in the backroom. (with mock sympathy) So many poor souls dying to have your cock in their mouth, in their ass…you'd better go."

Brian looked at Justin angrily.

"I might join you. The guy you so rudely tossed across the backroom might still be there. Man he could kiss." Justin sighed.

Then he moved to leave. Suddenly, Brian grabbed him. He pulled Justin against him hard, looked deep into his eyes, and growled, "MINE" before sending his lips crashing down onto Justin's and kissing him hungrily. Justin lost himself in the kiss for a couple of minutes before pulling away. Not surprising. It was doing something for me, and I was just watching.

"No! My lips aren't yours anymore. Never again. You made your choice."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, and Justin turned to leave.

So soft you could barely hear it, Brian said, "Okay."

Justin stopped and turned around. "What?" He was still in bitch mode.

Brian sighed. "I said 'okay.'"

Justin softened a bit. "Okay, what?"

"Okay, we'll try it your way. No tricking."

Justin smiled brightly. "You mean it?"

So cute!

Brian smiled a little. "What the hell? Why not?"

Awww…I melted.

Justin literally jumped into Brian's arms, his legs circling Brian's waist, and started kissing him passionately. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin tightly, pulled back a little, gazing into his eyes, and whispered, "Mine."

Justin rewarded him with a million-watt smile and whispered back, "Yeah. I'm all yours." Then they started necking again.

I turned around and sighed. I stood there for who knows how long listening to the chorus of moans and shouts emanating from the bathroom, periodically shooing people away. This was a moment no one had the right to interrupt. Our king had just abdicated for the blond twink with the gorgeous bubble butt and crystal blue eyes. Finally!