,I'll get him with this one` he thought and spoke out loud: "Okay last one: Justin Taylor."
Brian Kinney and Brandon Smith were sitting at Woody's and went down on the details about their bet. The ten hottest guys in Pittsburgh.
Brandon has heard all about Brian Kinney when he came here. How he was the one to get when you want a great fuck, how he was the most cruel, unapologetic, hot guy you can ever wish to fuck. And of course he heard about Justin Taylor, the one who got to him, the one he cared about, the one he would fuck twice and the one who left him just a couple weeks ago.
And he understood why he made that bet with him, why it bothered him so much that he rejected him. But he didn't care, he wanted what Brian had and he was sure he would get it. He was younger, he was new and he didn't give a shit about anything or anybody, just like Brian. Well, almost just like Brian,
When he looked up at him he saw a flicker of longing in his eyes, just for a second, then it was gone and he turned back to stone-face.
"No."
Brandon smiled, he figured.
"Why not? He is one of the hottest, I'd say he even rank in the top five."
Brian shivered, than shrugged and turned away in order to not look at Brandon anymore. He was wondering how far he can push it and added: " I heard he is one of the greatest bottoms you can find. "
Brian poured down his drink and looked back at Brandon. His eyes were filled with fury.
"Listen to me, you little shit, he will not be on that list, End of discussion. And if you insist, I call it off. I don't care."
Brandon laughed. "Oh, you do care. Just not about the bet. All this is just to prove that you are still young and beautiful and that you don't need anybody, especially Mr. Taylor. But oh well, he's off the list, I might just do him after, for pleasure."
He went too far and he knew it. Brian got up and for a moment there Brandon was sure he was gonna hit him, but he didn't. He hesitated and then he said: " Do whatever the fuck you want" and then he left.
Brandon looked after him and decided to indeed go talk to Justin, not to fuck him, just out of curiosity what kind of person was able to make someone like Brian Kinney feel.