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Justin was sitting at the bar, watching Brain talk to one of the Babylon employees. He'd come down to visit from New York for a few days, and so far, Brian hadn't had anytime for him. He didn't complain though. He understood that Brian was busy. And who was he to complain?

His boyfriend. Almost husband.

But that didn't mean he had to complain though. He didn't want them to fight while he was visiting, so he decided to keep quiet. Besides, watching Brian work, and order people around was hot as hell.

"Come here often?" a voice asked from beside him, and Justin turned to see an older man, probably a few years younger than Brian. He was good looking, spiky brown hair, good body, and blue eyes. Before, he might have been interested. Now, he wanted to spend time with Brian, and he knew that soon, he and Brian could go back to Brian's...and have a wild night.

"Yeah." he answered, looking back over to Brian, who was still talking to the employee. Starting to yell.

That was hot too.

Not when it was happening to him, but when it was someone else, sure.

"You busy tonight?" the guy asked, and Justin smiled at him apologetically.

"Sorry. I'm with someone."

The man smiled and said, "So what? There's nothing wrong with a healthy dose of variety, is there?"

No, of course there wasn't, as long as both partners were willing, but tonight, all Justin wanted was Brian. He looked back up at his boyfriend for a second, and the man followed his eyes. "Oh I see, you're Brian Kinney's partner, aren't you? Justin Taylor?" Justin nodded. He knew that he got talked about a bit, since he was after all, the only person to ever sleep with him more than once.

"So, how'd you manage that?" the man asked curiously, and Justin smiled, watching as Brian turned and locked eyes with him, giving him a glowing smile, and holding up a finger to show he'd be done in a minute.

"Lots of hard work and patience." he said, and the man smiled.

"I'll bet."

Justin's brain was on fire, but in a good way, imagining all the stuff they'd do over this weekend. Sex, of course, tons of sex. On the bed, in the shower, on the floor, any place they could reach. But they'd do other stuff too. Sweet stuff. Cuddling. Listening to what had been going on in the other's life, even though they knew, since they talked on the phone often. Watching a couple movies. Kissing sweetly, but not to lead to sex. Visiting the friends, like the good old days, gathered at Liberty Diner.

He really couldn't wait.

"Brian, hurry up!" he shouted, feeling impatient now. Brian looked over, and held up a finger to shush him.

"No!" he shouted, and now, people were looking over. "I will not be silenced! Hurry up!"

Brian was walking over now, and when he got to the balcony, he shouted down, "I know you're eager to get to the sex, but you have to give me a minute, Sunshine!"

"It's not just the sex! I missed you!" Justin shouted this, then gave Brian big puppy dog eyes. Brian smiled, and then reached into his pocket, pulling something out . He tossed the object into the air, and whatever it was almost hit the man talking to Justin. But Justin was able to snatch it. It was the keys to Brian's car.

"Go wait for me, I'll be out in a minute."

"Better be." Justin said, getting up. "See you later." he said to the strange man, who gave him a nod. Justin walked out to the parking lot, and looked for Brian's car. There were many cars, considering a lot of costumers were around on the weekend. But there were surprisingly little people outside, and he figured that was because they were all inside, dancing and drinking.

Then he spotted the car, in the exact same spot they'd left it, and started to make his way over. For a second, he thought he heard something, and stopped.

The sound came again. Footsteps. He tried not to be overdramatic, because yeah, people were going to be walking through the parking lot of a popular club. But there hadn't been many people around, and he turned, hoping he was just being dramatic.

But there, reflected in the moonlight, was the man he'd just been talking with, the one who'd sat with him at the bar. He'd followed him out. That wasn't a good sign.

"Can I help you?" Justin asked, trying to sound the right mixture of polite and menacing. If he really just needed something, and wasn't a danger, he didn't want to sound rude. But if he was up to what Justin had a sick feeling he was up to, it was better to sound like he wouldn't be messed with.