As he continued to pace the same street for an uncalculated amount of time, his wet clothes grew heavier. Since the brunettes' last appearance and disappearance, he could think of nothing else.
The man hadn't known his name, a fact that further confused the blonde. He was sure that the beautiful stranger had shown up to explain things, however, now he had more questions than ever before.
"I want to see you again." he whispered. Hell, he didn't know if the man could hear him. Here possibilities were quite literally endless.
Like a beacon in the storm, a light beckoned him. He found himself suddenly in front of a tall brick building he did not recognize. He tilted his head and took in the new arrival to this strange place.
A Soft glow poured from the windows surrounding the top floor. He felt a wave of calmness that he didn't understand. The shining rays called to him as clearly as if the building had spoken his name. 'Whatever that was'.
As he ascended the stairs he noticed (not for the first time) that his shoes made no sound as they connected with the ground. By the time he reached the top floor, he was once again completely dry.
A wide gray metal door stood proudly before him. He couldn't remember opening it, but found himself on the other side. Another foreign landscape wrapped around him tightly in a cloak of unfamiliarity.
He was standing on hard wood floors in a very spacious loft. A faint blue fog seemingly hovered in the air. The blonde cautiously treaded further, exploring this new environment. Though he hadn't heard them at first, there was no mistaking them now. Sounds of pleasure.
He mounted his silenced shoes onto a small step, and an immense flood of emotions surged through his veins. An endless array of feelings churned within him, albeit he was unable to identify a single one.
It was the stranger. He had willed himself to see him and here he was, and here too was the unidentified man he was currently buried within. The blonde's mouth fell open, though no words escaped.
Brian almost came home alone tonight. He had received a blowjob in the backroom earlier but his heart just wasn't in it. (As the saying goes. Brian-fucking-Kinney puts his heart in nothing.)
He hadn't been able to erase the nearly hypnotic man from his mind since he'd arrived home from New York two days ago. He couldn't fathom why this stranger kept consistently starring in his fantasies, like now for instance.
His cock was currently surrounded by a persistent twink who had approached him as he was leaving Babylon. Brian had agreed to bring him home for one reason only. He was blonde.
Placing the man's face deep into the mattress had allowed him to easily picture the most incredible face he had ever seen. The bluest eyes. The fullest lips. Envisioning that face on the back of his eyelids, Brian increased his thrusts.
The surrogate blonde moaned, killing the moment. His voice was nothing compared to the vocal symphony the original blonde had conducted. The brunette slammed harder into him whilst pushing his head down further in an attempt to silence the offending sounds.
He brought his head forward and let his eyes open. Houdini's blue eyes greeted him avidly. 'Fuck. This was one vivid fantasy.' Brian thought as he imagined the ass in which he was pounding belonged to the man before him (not to the man below). The thought alone brought him to climax.
He steadily watched the blonde step forward. Brian quickly withdrew from the man on the bed and shook his head furiously. He looked up again, then man was still there, inching ever closer to the bed. 'Oh fuck! Was this man really here? How did he know where to find him, how had he gotten in?' Icy fingers of panic ran the length of Brian's body.
"How did you get in here?" he demanded.
"What? I, uh you brought me." The trick answered.
"Not you," Brian growled tossing the man his clothes and gestured towards the door "Get lost." he instructed further.
The man was startled but not surprised. Everyone knew Brian Kinney's 'fuck rules' were pretty much carbon copied from the game 'Ding Dong Ditch'.
Hearing the door pulled closed Brian pulled on his pants hurriedly, leaving the top button undone. He cautiously approached this intruder.
'Great. Just what he needed, another fucking stalker'.
"I believe I asked you a question. How did you get here?" he asked through a clenched jaw and burning eyes.
The other man jumped a little from the intensity in his glower.
"I," he spoke so softly it made Brian shiver (but he didn't pause to think about that reaction) "I don't know. I just wanted to, No. I needed to see you. Then I was just here. I followed the light."
'Christ.' Brian thought 'He's the hottest man he'd ever seen of course he'd be a raving nut job.'
Foregoing the obvious question of "What light you weirdo?'" Brian instead inquired "How did you find out who I was? What is it that you want from me?"
The blonde licked his lips, and despite the fact that this man may or may not be an 'axe wielding serial stalker', Brian was turned on.
"I didn't. I mean, I don't know who you are." he voice full of sadness "I don't know who I am. I was hoping that you did." he finished looking at the floor.
"Who? Huh? Me? What? Wait. I don't understand." Brian was hoping that there was a sentence in there somewhere. His head was spinning.
Yes. That was it. His head was fucked up, he silently cursed Anita for what-ever-the-fuck she cooked up. That shit apparently contained a hallucinogenic. Producing very adorable and only slightly creepy hallucinations.
"In the dark place, there's only you that shines." The hallucination began walking way too close to Brian "Please." it pleaded.
Brian stumbled backwards and went to the kitchen. Removing a bottle of water from the fridge he drank it all in nearly one swallow. He needed to get the tainted drug out of his system.
"Get a grip Kinney. You're losing it here." he told himself, the empty loft, and the figment of his imagination with the delicious ass.
He closed the door and felt his skeleton leap from his skin. Those blue eyes were within inches from his. He closed his eyes tightly.
"Please you're the only person I've seen." The illusion was still talking.
Defeated, he opened his eyes. "OK, time for imaginary boys to get the hell out of my loft." he stated in a shaky voice he didn't recognize.
He lifted his hand and went to push the blonde towards the door. Which is exactly what would have happened. Exactly what should have happened. That is of course, had Brian's hand not gone completely through the mysterious stranger.
The action startled both men into a state of paralyzing, non-verbal hysteria.
'What the fuck?' resounded loudly through both blonde and brunette's heads.
Brian didn't say a word. Rising from the undertow of unexplainable thoughts he went directly to the counter; removed the lid from the beam and took one long swig. Gripping the bottle close to himself he walked swiftly to his bed.
Yes. He would drown this drug induced man with alcohol.
As he finally began to fade into unconsciousness, Brian worried that perhaps he was unequivocally cracking up. Should he make a reservation for a pretty room with padded walls and jacket that would let him hug himself? With his last fleeting thought, he wondered if said jacket was available in 'Armani'.
The blonde watched the beautiful bronze man fall into a deep sleep. He realized with a start, that he couldn't remember the last time he had slept. The last time he had even felt tired. He applied the same wonder towards the last time he ate, or even felt hungry.
Though these thoughts confused him, nothing perturbed him more than the fact that he was (much to his surprise and dismay) apparently transparent.