(This story is a concoction made from both me and good friend, Jet! I play all of Brian's parts, and Jet plays all of Justin's! This first chapter was a recap written Solely by Jet, after that it goes back and forth as stated above ;) It takes place mid second season where Justin has decided to start slacking off on his schoolwork, and he is employed as a go-go boy. Justin gets drugged up at one of the go-go parties, and is in way over his head. Brian decides it's time to take Justin in under his wing whether he wants to be under it or not!)
Justin stood against a wall and looked at the party going on around him with a bored expression. He felt like leaving, but knew he couldn't leave until Gary told him he could go. A middle-aged man, who was obviously drunk, came over to Justin and said with a slur, "Hey, can I get you a drink?"
Barely containing his disgust, Justin said, "No thanks."
He turned and looked back out at the party as the man walked off to find another of the pretty boys' that Gary had at his party. Justin sighed and thought back to how he had gotten to this point. It had all started when his father had refused to continue to pay for his college tuition. He tried to get financial aid, but his father made too much money. His mother had offered to help, but he just couldn't take her money when he knew she was strapped as it was. And then there was Brian. Justin shook his head and leaned it against the wall and closed his eyes.
He could see Brian's face as he offered him the money. But Justin hadn't wanted a hand out from Brian. He wanted to make it on his own. Wanted to prove that he could do it without any help. But then he hadn't been able to find any jobs that made the amount of money he would need to pay for tuition, only jobs that would pay the same amount that he made at the diner, and that didn't even come close to what he needed.
Then a week ago at Babylon, Justin had been watching the dancers, and seen all the money that was being stuffed in their g-strings. Once the idea was in his head, it wouldn't go away. He was a pretty good dancer, and he knew he would be able to rake in bunches of money if given the chance. The next day after school, Justin went to see Gary, the owner of Babylon. He'd asked if there was a position open, but Gary had blown him off. Justin, never one to give up easily, took off everything except his white fruit of the looms and gave Gary a private dance to convince him. Gary had agreed to give him a shot, and Justin had gone home enthusiastic about his new job.
Brian had brought home some Chinese food, and once Justin told him about his new job, Brian had asked him for a private dance as well. Justin had been happy to oblige and stripped down to his underwear again to dance on the coffee table for Brian. Once he was done, Justin sat next to Brain on the couch and said, "I'll be pulling in 200 to 300 a night"
Brain had said, "That'd better be all you're pulling young man. And remember, you still have your schoolwork to do."
Justin had smiled and bratted, "And what if I don't?"
Brian had put his Chinese food down and said, "Hmmmm…. You'd have to be spanked."
Justin had chuckled and said, "Yeah, just try."
They had exchanged a look, and then after a short playful struggle, Justin had found himself over Brian's lap, with his underwear pulled down, getting some light slaps to his ass. Not sure if he liked it or not Justin had said, "Hey! I was just kidding."
Brian had swatted him again and said, "You know you like it." as if reading Justin's mind.
Justin blushed as he remembered both Lindsey and Melanie had walked in on them at that moment.
Justin was jolted out of his thoughts as Gary walked over to him and offered him a drag off the joint he was smoking. Justin refused, "No thanks."
Gary said, "Come on, loosen up."
Forcing himself not to roll his eyes, Justin took a drag off the joint before handing it back. Gary said, "Take off your shirt."
"Why."
Gary gave him a look and Justin said, "Right. Decoration."
He took his shirt off, and Gary handed him the joint again. As Justin took another drag, he realized this was stronger then the stuff he was used to that Brian got for him, and told himself he'd have to slow down. He handed it back. One of Gary's guests came up to them and said, "Looks like your friend needs a drink."
Shaking his head no Justin opened his mouth to say no, but then Gary himself put a drink in his hand. Justin said, "Thanks." and took a sip. Gary put a hand around the other guy's shoulders and led him away from Justin. Justin leaned against the wall and sipped his drink, wishing the party were over.
His thoughts strayed back to the first night he'd danced at Babylon. The money hadn't been as good as he was hoping for, so that night he had asked Gary if he could dance at the bar where the better tips were. Gary had said no, but Justin had said he really needed the money. Gary told him "You give me some time; I'll give you some time." While fondling his crotch.
Justin had been somewhat disgusted, but really needed the money. So in the end he'd let Gary give him a blow job. After that, the tips had been great. After a few days of school during the day, and dancing until two in the morning every night, Justin was starting to drag. Gary was more then willing to help him stay awake with some cocaine. But on the third morning, Justin just couldn't get up when he heard the alarm go off. Brian who was up and about ready to leave for work had said in an overly cheery voice, "Good morning Sunshine! I thought you had a class."
"I ditched it."
"How are you supposed to be doing your best work when you've been up all night fucking around?" Brian had asked in a somewhat teasing voice.
Justin mumbled, "I'm taking lessons from you, and I'm not fucking around, I'm working."
Unimpressed, and sounding a little more serious Brian had said, "Yeah, I saw your work'. Your boss gave you a line of coke. How are you supposed to be putting yourself through school when you're getting so hammered that you can't make it through your classes?"
Getting pissed Justin had grabbed some money off the nightstand and tossed it in Brian's direction, "410 in one night."
"For your tuition that you don't have to worry about when they kick you out."
Glaring at Brian he said, "You sound like my father. Fuck off."
He turned his back on Brain and pulled the covers over himself to go back to sleep. Brian had started the alarm clock up again and set it on the floor away from the bed so that Justin would have to get out to turn it off, and then pulled the blanket all the way off the bed on his way out the door. Justin had been pissed. Where did Brian get off telling him what to do?
Justin opened his eyes and took a few large drinks of whatever Gary had given him because he was thirsty. Another of the pretty boys' at the party came by and said to Justin, "Great party huh?"
Justin smiled and said, "I guess."
He took a few more drinks, and then noticed the guy he was talking to had a drink just like his, and that he was weaving while he walked away. Justin looked down at his drink suspiciously. He walked away from his wall, and looked for someplace to set it down, but found the floor wouldn't keep still while he tried to walk. He stumbled over to a coffee table and put his drink down. Then Gary was there again with his arm around Justin and helping him to stand. He said, "I haven't shown you around my house yet have I?"
Justin wanted to go home, but found himself smiling stupidly at Gary and saying, "No."
As Gary lead him through the house, Justin tried to remember exactly why he had stubbornly refused to take Brian's money. He'd offered it more then once.
Two days ago they had been at a party for Emmett when Brian had said, "If you don't want me to give you the money, I'll loan it to you."
"I don't need your handouts."
"It's not a handout. When you graduate, you can pay me back."
"No thanks."
"Why are you being such a twat?"
Frustrated with Brian, Justin had said, "I'm not being a twat. I'm trying to take care of myself. Look, once you told me you wanted me to be the best homosexual I could possibly be. That doesn't include leaning on you for everything."
Brian had looked away and said, "Sometimes a man has to learn to accept help."
Justin had scoffed at that. Like Brian knew how to accept help. Then the next day on Friday, Justin had made it to school, and his professor had told him he was going to flunk if he didn't ace the next project that was due Monday morning. Justin had practically begged his professor to give him an extension, but it was no use. He'd gone to Gary and asked for the weekend off. Gary had refused but then agreed to give Justin the weekend off as long as he would agree to be decoration at a privet party at his house that night.
That night when Brian had gotten home from work Justin had been drawing. Brian kissed him and then looked at the drawing Justin was working on. He said, "Not bad."
"Thanks."
"How did you get the night off?"
"I told the boss I had to finish a project."
Brain seemed skeptical, "It was that easy?"
Smiling Justin said, "In fact he said I could have the whole weekend off as long as I do a gig at an after-hours party at his house tonight."
"For what?"
"He needs a pretty boy there for decoration."
Frowning Brian asked, "Who else would be there?"
Justin thought Brian was starting to sound like his father again and the annoyance came through in his voice, "How should I know? His friends?"
"I can imagine what his friends are like." Brian had said with distaste.
"You don't know."
"I know how you got to dance at the bar."
Scoffing Justin said, "So I let him blow me. Big deal."
After a pause Brian said, "I'll give you five thousand dollars."
"For what?"
"The drawing you just did."
Glaring back at his computer, and thinking how arrogant Brian was, Justin had told him coldly, "It's not for sale."
Brian had walked away and said, "No. Just you."
Justin wanted to yell at Brian and tell him it wasn't true, but in reality it was. It just hurt to hear him say it like that. Brian had left the loft without another word, and Justin finished what he could of his project before he had to head to the party.
Gary had shown Justin to a few different rooms, and as they went Justin found himself less steady, and stopped thinking about Brian long enough to realize he wasn't thinking right at all. Gary showed him to his play room' next, and Justin saw one of the pretty boys in a sling getting gang banged by at least five guys. Gary whispered in Justin's ear, "Have you ever been in a sling Justin? You'll love it."
Justin tried to clear his head by shaking it, but that only made the room less steady. The thought of getting in a sling and letting a bunch of guys fuck him was not an appealing thought. He shoved Gary's arm off his shoulder and said, "No."
Gary wasn't swayed and said, "Come on, it'll be fun."
Gary and another guy from the party were closing in on Justin, and he snapped. He kicked Gary in the face without thinking about much besides the fact that if he didn't get out right now, he might never get out.
Gary put a hand to his mouth and mumbled something about his cap. Justin backed away. Gary glared at him and said, "Get out of here! And don't bother coming back to work!"
Justin backed away and stumbled out of the room trying to find his way to the front door.