Justin walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still dripping water onto his shoulders.
"You going home with him tonight?" Daphne asked calmly from where she sat on the couch. She was already in her pajamas and watching the latest chicflic.
Justin shook his head. "I highly doubt it," he said honestly. "I'm not even sure if I'll get a trick. I'm only going to Woody's."
"Have fun either way," she said with a smile.
Justin smiled at her and went to his room to dress. He emerged again half an hour later, ready to meet Emmitt, and probably the other guys, at the bar.
"Sexy," Daphne said, like she usually did.
"You're just biased," he teased as he kissed her quickly on the lips.
She grinned, but didn't deny it. "See you in the morning."
"Night," he said and left their apartment.
Brian walked into Woody's, knowing he should just skip it. Justin would be there with Emmitt. He shouldn't let himself worry about the blond, he'd done okay while he was with the fiddler, but he wasn't any longer.
Against his better judgment, he instantly looked over the bar until he found a familiar head of blond hair.
Justin was playing pool with Emmitt, Ted, and some tall man with dark red hair.
"Hey, boys," Brian said casually as he walked up to them after getting a beer.
"Hey, Brian," Emmitt said with a smile, his eyes sliding to Justin and the man standing close to him, and back to Brian.
Justin stood up straight from taking his shot and met Brian's eyes. "Hi," he said calmly, pretending that seeing him didn't bother him.
"Who's your friend?" Brian asked eyeing up the hot man.
Justin sighed, knowing he just lost his 'date' for the night. "Luke."
"The famous Brian Kinney," Luke said with a grin.
Emmitt gave Justin a sympathetic smile. Brian always got the hottest man.
"And you fucked him how many times?" Luke asked Justin as he slid his arms around him, pulling him against his chest, surprising everyone.
Justin couldn't help smiling at the red head. "A lot," he admitted.
"That means you are a great fuck," the man whispered in Justin's ear. "I can't wait."
Justin laughed.
"You taught him well," Emmitt told Brian, watching Justin smile at his trick. "This is the third trick I've seen him rope since he left Ethan."
Brian raised a brow as Ted took a turn on the table. "Since when do we actually spend time with a trick?"
"Since I want to," Justin butted in. "It's none of your business what I chose to do with the men I fuck, Brian."
Brian looked at the twink in surprise.
Justin turned away from Brian and silently blew out a breath.
He hadn't really planned on picking up a trick tonight, but knowing that Brian would show up, he'd decided it would be to his advantage, to let Brian know he wasn't some pathetic kid pining after him.
Brian sat at the small round table and watched the pool game, mostly watching Justin and his trick. He was surprised that the blond would turn right to tricking after leaving his boyfriend. He'd expected him to run right back to him.
"I want you now," Luke breathed in Justin's ear and Justin grinned, ignoring the others.
He leaned back against the man, feeling his cock pressing against his ass. He was ready for the man, had been since he spotted him at the bar.
He stepped away after a second and held his cue out to Emmitt, who smiled knowingly. "I'll be back in a little while."
Brian's hand tightened around his beer, but he gave no other outward sign that he cared about Justin walking away with his trick, going for the bathroom. He'd always enjoyed watching Justin fucking, but that was when he'd known he would be fucking the twink as well. He wouldn't have the blond and it hurt.
He shook his head a little and took a long drink of his beer. He was Brian Kinney, he didn't get hurt because he wouldn't be fucking someone.
Justin felt Brian's eyes on him as he walked away, but he didn't care at the moment. He was horny as hell and wanted to be fucked. He wouldn't get Brian, so he focused on the man he could have.
He welcomed the man's kiss as they shut themselves into one of the stalls. Woody's didn't have a backroom and didn't really like people fucking in the backroom, but wouldn't say anything unless too many people were doing it.
He quickly worked Luke's jeans, more than ready for him.
"Eager?" Luke laughed deeply.
"Yes," he admitted and shoved the man's jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock.
"Turn around then."
Justin turned around and touched his forehead to the stall wall. His cock hardened farther as his pants were pushed to his knees. He had a high sex drive and hadn't been getting fucked nearly enough.
He moaned when Luke's sheathed cock pressed into him. He reached back and held the ma's leg with one hand, gasping in pleasure as he pounded into him. Days, it had been days since he was topped.
He let his head fall back as he pushed his hips back, thrusting himself onto the cock in him. If felt so good.
"Fuck," Luke groaned, moving faster and Justin knew he was about to come.
Justin grabbed his own cock and worked it, so close himself. He came after a minute and was quickly followed by Luke.
They stood there for a minute, breathing before Luke pulled out.
Justin cleaned himself off and pulled his pants up. "Thanks," he said lightly to the other man.
He left the stall and bathroom before Luke could get his pants up. They both got what they wanted.
"Was he good?" Emmitt asked when he rejoined the group.
"Good enough," he admitted to his friend. No trick was as good as the dark haired man sitting at the table drinking Jim Beam, but he was not going to say that.
Emmitt laughed. He really like Justin and was glad he was himself again. Okay, Justin wasn't quite the same, but he knew Justin was more himself than when he was with Ethan. He was also glad the Justin seemed not to be affected by Brian being around. Emmitt knew he was, but the boy was hiding it well.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to head home," Justin said when the others mention moving on to Babylon.
"Okay, Baby," Emmitt said kissing his cheek.
"Bye," Justin said glancing at Ted and Brian. He walked off before either said anything.
