Set at the end of 103 - Justin's just won back Brian's attention on the dancefloor at Babylon and Michael's watching them like
a jealous little house wife. (Oops, was that a bit Anti-Michael there? I do apologise. I love Michael but his jealous wife routine
is boring and annoying throughout the entire series!)

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The music was blaring and people were pressing against him from every side. It seemed a blonde twink with his shirt off got a lot of attention on the dance floor in Babylon. But there was only one person's attention that Justin was interested in and that was the guy who'd just grabbed his belt and was now pulling him towards the exit. Justin just followed, grinning like a child on Christmas morning. He couldn't believe his plan had worked so well. But, sure enough, he was soon climbing into Brian's jeep and the older man was getting in next to him and racing off into the night.

Brian kept checking the mirror almost nervously. He knew Michael had been watching them dance. Michael was always watching him. What was it Ted called him? Brian's own audience of one. And okay, Brian had to admit, it was a thrill to pull in front of Michael and maybe the egotistic side of him enjoyed it when Michael got jealous. But Brian really didn't want to have to discuss this particular decision with a jealous best friend. He knew Michael was aware he was about to break his one-fuck-only policy and he knew Michael would have something to say about it. In fact, he'd probably have a lot to say about it but he really didn't care. Brian just wanted to go back to his loft, fuck the twinks brains out and move on to the next.

So what if he wanted the kid twice, that was his business and no one else's. But, even as he sped along the almost deserted highway, he could almost hear what the others would say 'two fucks, that's a long term relationship around here' and a relationship was the last thing he wanted, especially with some kid who wasn't even born until Brian was at least eleven and three quarters. Eventually, Brian's thoughts were bugging him so much, he actually decided to tune in to what the twink was saying, breaking his other, lesser-known, rule of don't make conversation with a fuck. He liked things to be impersonal, it usually stopped any weird stalkers or people getting the wrong impression. Brian supposed maybe he'd made it personal with this particular fuck when he'd taken him to the birth of his son or when he'd let him name him. Or when he'd done those fucking handstands or when he'd taken his virginity. Brian shook his head to clear it of anymore disturbing thoughts that he might have actually encouraged this situation and listened to Justin saying,

"I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Yeah, don't flatter yourself," Brian bit back, turning sharply round a corner. "I want a fuck and you're here. That's all it is."

"I don't believe you, you could have had any of those guys."

"Probably."

"But you didn't … you wanted me."

"Are you complaining? This is what you want, isn't it?"

"I'm not complaining," Justin said quickly.

"Well then … shut the fuck up. Before I take you straight back to liberty avenue and pick up some other twink at Boy Toy."

"You wouldn't do that," Justin smiled and then, seeing the look Brian shot him, he asked, "would you?"

Suddenly, Brian had grabbed the back of Justin's neck and was kissing him furiously, still trying to keep one eye on the road. It was as much to get him to shut up as the quench that painful need that had built up in Brian's gut. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He'd wanted guys before, infact he wasn't fussy, he wanted most guys. But with Justin, it was more than that. It was like a craving and Brian almost wanted to vomit with the power of it. Once more fuck, he told himself, as he dominated the twink with his kiss, and then I'll have quenched the need and I'll be free of this kid for good.

Justin didn't know what was going on. He just knew he didn't care as long as Brian kept doing surprising him with things like that.

"Just so you know," Brian said when he'd let Justin go so he could turn all of his attention to the road as he rounded a corner. "This doesn't make me your boyfriend, your partner or anything else you've learnt about in happy homo land, got it? This is still just a fuck."

"Okay," Justin nodded. "Just a fuck," he agreed but he grinned widely.

"What's that look for?"

"Nothing," Justin lied because he couldn't tell the man next to him that he knew he was about to be the only guy that the legendary Brian Kinney had ever fucked twice.

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