Over the next few days, Brian kept trying to get into Sunshine's pants. But Sunshine kept denying him, without giving a reason. Because Sunshine spent so much time at the diner he gradually became friends with the gang. During one of the slow times during one of his shifts he leaned on the seat nearest Brian and talked to the group. Emmet was the one to turn it from sex.

"Sunshine, I just realized we don't know the slightest thing about you. Where were you before you moved to the Pitts?" he asked, genuinely curious about his new friend. Sunshine smiled.

"I used to live here, until I was 17. I went out to the clubs one night, trying to find out where I belonged. I met some guy and let him fuck me. He drove me home and my parents saw him drive away. They didn't approve of me being gay so they moved the whole family to New York to try to get me away from 'bad influences'. But I always missed Pittsburgh. So once I graduated I moved back here and started at PIFA." Emmet nodded.

"Aww, that's cute, returning to your childhood home and all that."

"Was he any good?" Brian asked, looking up at Sunshine. "The guy he fucked you. Was he any good?" Sunshine smiled.

"He was the best." Brian snorted, but didn't say anything else. "Not that I have any basis for comparison."

"You never…" Ted trailed off.

"He's the only one who ever fucked me." Sunshine finished for him. Brian was instantly jealous of this unknown, probably inferior man.

"Is that why you won't let me fuck you? Some sentimentality shit?"

"That's why I won't let you fuck me, but it's not sentimentality." Sunshine smiled sunnily. "Anything else you wanna know?" he asked Emmet.

"Do you wanna go to Babylon with us tonight?" Sunshine grinned.

"I've been meaning to get out there for a while. Sure. When do you guys head out?"

"We usually start about eleven to twelve. I'll call you to let you know for sure, okay?" Sunshine nodded and stood as customers entered the diner.

"Sure thing." He grinned and sashayed away, greeting the customers by name.

Brian was jealous again. Though if anyone asked, he would deny it, of course. Brian Kinney doesn't do jealous. Only breeders and munchers did jealous. And wanna-be breeders. Justin had been dancing for hours with occasional trips to the back room. Not once had he even glanced at Brian. It was as though he didn't exist, and it bothered Brian more than it should. He watched as a known top approached Sunshine, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Brian watched interestedly, wondering if Sunshine would turn down the muscled hottie. Brian had never done him. He was too solid a top for Brian to even bother with. Too much effort for too little reward, in his mind. Justin danced with the top for the rest of the song, then the other man began whispering in his ear. Sunshine shook his head slightly and took hold of the man's neck, turning his head so that Justin was instead whispering into the man's ear. His hands danced complicated patterns on the mans neck, and within a few minutes, Justin pulled back, triumphant. Several other dancers watched in awe as the man nodded, almost eagerly, and was lead to the back room. Brian just had to know if Sunshine had really gotten the man to bottom so he grabbed the first trick he could find and pulled him back.

When he got back there he leaned against the wall and pushed the trick on his knees. The trick was eager and began sucking without much finesse but lots of enthusiasm. Brian scanned the walls for a few moments until his eyes found what he was looking for. Sunshine was just pushing into the older, taller man. Brian desperately wanted to know what he had said to the man to get him to so readily to agree to have some blonde twink fuck him. But he was busy and so was Brian. Getting tired of the terrible blow job, Brian grabbed his trick's shoulders and hauled him to his feet, pressing him to the wall. Justin finished with his fuck first and left the back room without a second glance. Everyone's eyes followed him, including Brian's. When Brian emerged about ten minutes later he immediately spotted Sunshine on the dance floor. He was dancing closely with Emmet, grinding their hips together. His arms were on Honeycutt's hips and Honeycutt's were around his shoulders, head thrown back in ecstasy. Sunshine murmured into Emmet's ear and his eyes opened wide at what Justin said to him. Emmet bit his lip and spoke back, clearly unsure. Sunshine shrugged in a clearly 'it's not big deal' way and closed his eyes again. Honeycutt finally spoke again about a minute later and Justin opened his eyes. They both stopped dancing and Sunshine released Emmet's hips, instead taking hold of his hand. Brian's eyes widened as he realized they were headed straight for him… and the back room. Brian watched as the pair passed him, both too focused on what they were about to do to see anything else. He moved slowly to the bar and ordered a drink. He turned back to the dance floor, watching the rhythmic moving. A while later Justin came to the bar. He ordered a beer, but the bartender demanded ID. Brian knew the look in his eyes as he asked

"Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?" The bartender knew it too. Brian was about to reply with 'me' but the bartender beat him to it. Justin immediately vaulted over the bar and sank to his knees in front of the man. Apparently he was good, because the bartender had to hold onto the bar for support and within minutes he was trembling and clearly desperately trying not to choke the young man giving him such pleasure. Within another few he came. Sunshine swallowed and grabbed a bottle of beer before vaulting back other the bar.

"Not afraid to get dirty I see." Brian spoke as Sunshine took a long draught of beer. "First Honeycutt and now Hairless Joe back there?" Justin shrugged.

"Emmet's got a nice ass and hadn't had any luck getting any. So I stepped in. He knows why and he knows we won't do it again. I don't do repeats, but I made him feel better. And as for the bartender? I was thirsty." Brian gestured to the thumping crowd of males surrounding them.

"Anyone here would have loved to buy you a drink."

"And spike it." Sunshine agreed.

"Speaking from experience?" Sunshine smirked.

"Maybe." There was a comfortable lull in the conversation that lasted for a few songs. As a new song started Justin stood up straight. "I love this song. Do you want to dance?" Brian shrugged noncommittally. "It's too late to get many more fucks tonight. Come dance with me." Sunshine didn't give Brian a chance to decline again, only taking his hand and pulling him onto the floor. Every man in the club had their eyes glued to the pair as the danced to the persistent thumpa-thumpa of Babylon. Their foreheads were pressed together and they moved sensually, perfectly, almost as if they had been made for each other. The song ended and Justin pulled away. "Thanks for the dance, stud." He seemed almost sad, and Brian didn't know why. But he didn't ask and Justin left the club alone. It turned out he was right- Brian only got one more trick that night and he was mediocre at best. One night at Babylon and Justin already knew everything important, and everyone important knew him. Not as intimately as they would have liked, but they were sure they would get their chance with him. They were all convinced they would be the one to get this top-only to bottom.