Daphne and Justin had been planning to come down to Liberty Avenue for a while, but Justin kept putting it off. He wanted to lose his virginity, but he was so nervous. However, tonight, Daphne insisted, and, to her great surprise, Justin readily agreed. The last couple of weeks, he'd been having wet dreams. Unfortunately, he didn't retain much in the way of details. Just the odd fragment here and there. Sunshine on chestnut hair. The scent of whiskey, cigarettes, and something else, indefinable but intoxicating. A low growl that set his body aflame. Ever since the first dream, he was need incarnate. He'd started jerking off several times a day…to an image comprised of the fragments from his dreams, albeit with some major gaps. So his mystery man was always standing in the shadows. He could hear him, smell him, and catch a glimpse once in a while, but, otherwise, he always imagined them fucking in near darkness. So…the trip to Liberty was finally happening. As Daphne drove down the street, Justin couldn't help gawking like it was his first visit to 'the big city.'
Daphne pulled to the side of the road and parked near a club named Babylon.
She smiled and declared excitedly, "This club looks good. Lots of hot guys milling about and music we can hear all the way outside."
Justin nodded, but seemed apprehensive as he watched the crowds passing by. There were so many people everywhere, on the sidewalks, in the road, in the alley…
Justin stepped out of the car, and Brian spotted him instantly. In spite of having had brain surgery a few short weeks ago, he looked beautiful, perfect. Daphne had dressed him well, much better than he'd dressed himself the last time. Brian shuddered when he remembered the blue plaid. Justin was wearing a silver long-sleeved v-neck pullover and tight black jeans; his hair was even styled. Already the details were different. Justin was looking around nervously. Brian silently entreated Justin to notice him. Brian wanted so much to believe their meeting was fated that he was there, but not obviously so. He wasn't standing under the streetlamp or against his jeep. He was just leaning against a building in the alley, smoking.
Daphne saw Brian and was about to point him out to Justin, but Brian stopped her with a sharp look and a slight shake of his head. Brian needed Justin to find him on his own, or not at all. At that thought, he grew cold. Brian's jaw clenched when he saw a few semi-hot-looking guys moving in. One, a sandy-blond with violet eyes, smiled at Justin. Justin smiled back, but only out of courtesy. Brian detected no heat or exhilaration in his eyes. Brian let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Another, a tall muscular brunet with green eyes, actually walked up to Justin. The man checked Justin out and, then, smiled. Justin blushed, which oddly, went straight to Brian's cock, and probably the brunet's, too, but Justin's gaze held nothing other than curiosity. He wrinkled his nose, again, straight to the cock, and shook his head. Brian let his head fall. This whole experience had him so damn tense.
Justin shook his head and chuckled. Part of him had been hoping he'd find his dream lover, but that was just silly. He wasn't one of the main characters in a mushy romance. He wasn't going to happen upon his destiny. He was starting to regret coming to Liberty at all. No one but his mystery man would suffice, not right now, anyway, and Justin couldn't meet someone who only existed in his imagination. He took one last look around and was about to ask Daphne to take him home when he caught a glimpse of someone in the alley. Chestnut hair glinted in the darkness. No. Fucking. Way. He was drawn to that brief flash of reddish-brown hair like a moth to a flame.
Brian tossed his cigarette on the ground and was about to leave when he saw Justin walking toward him. The boy was flushed, his eyes, wild. In them, Brian saw desire and purpose, as though Justin had come here specifically to meet him. Brian stopped breathing; his heart skipped a beat and, then, pounded so hard in his chest he was sure Justin could hear it.
As Justin neared the man cloaked in darkness, he picked up a scent very like that of his dream lover. Justin hadn't even seen him clearly yet, but he knew, he knew, they were one and the same. When he finally stood face to face with the man, he was so taken aback, so captivated, that he wobbled a bit. The man's hazel eyes burned into him. He was beautiful, yet so…intense. He exuded strength, carefully controlled ferocity, unfathomable sadness, and profound need, a hunger that left Justin breathless. The man was a predator. But Justin was more than willing prey. He walked right up to the man and brushed his lips gently against his. Justin's eyes glazed over with lust when he heard a low growl. Fuck yeah. The next thing Justin knew he was enveloped in warm, strong arms, and the man was devouring his mouth, plundering it with his tongue. Justin returned the kiss with equal vigor. It was then that he knew there was such a thing as destiny, for surely he'd found his.
