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Chapter Eight: Work + School = No Fun!
Friday February 6 1999
Brian could hear Justin fidgeting again. The rolling chair he had brought in for his "house guest" could also be heard rolling across the hard wood of the far corner, now known as the "office", more often than not. Go figure the kid was supposed to be working on an Art History report for his class, but after about a week of living together Brian could almost feel the waves of boredom rolling off his younger sometimes-lover.
He had to give the lad credit though. A week of nothing but working at the Diner, going to school, doing homework, and NOT partying all hours of the night like he had begged Brian to let him do had paid off. Added to that the stable rules, no tricking, and no beatings…The kid's grades were improving, his attitude was better, and he wasn't as jumpy.
Not that Brian cared, of course: he just wanted the kid to prove to the world that he could take shit from homophobic losers and still come out on top. And so far so good. Brian had been benefiting from it as well….
"Brian?" Justin called, twirling around in the chair until Brian was forced to glance up at him from the pile of work-related papers spread on the coffee table. "It's Friday night. I listened to you all week like a good little schoolboy. Can we please go out and do something?"
"Paper done?" Brian asked, pinching himself for sounding like a parent. He wasn't, not to Justin: he was supposed to be… he didn't know what he was supposed to be, or what he wanted to be. But he had to admit that the lack of partying, drugs, booze, and constant nightly tricks actually made him look less haggard. Damn the kid…. He was changing Brian without even realizing it.
"Almost. I emailed it to Lindz to read over for me. I have all day Sunday, after my shift at the diner of course, to work on it if it needs any retouching." Brian shuffled his papers while Justin abandoned the chair to flop into the leather chaise.
"It's not a school night, you don't need my permission to go out." Brian returned. "Technically you don't need it during the week either – I'm not your mom."
"Thank God because otherwise what we do before lights out – or during lights out – would be way too creepy to even think about." They both shuddered. "Besides, I agreed to be in by midnight on weeknights – you did too by the way – and we both know nothing interesting happens by then."
"Which is why we're both stuck in unless we want to go to Woody's." Brian mumbled. Which they did, twice that week, to play pool and hang out with the others. "Who came up with these rules again?"
"We both did." Justin grinned. "And don't deny it, you feel – and look – much better when you get the appropriate amount of sleep and don't binge on the drugs and booze." Brian sighed. "But we never said we couldn't do anything on Fridays OR Saturdays." Justin was now spread across the chaise, the wrong way of course just to piss Brian off, and grinned suggestively. "We could dedicate one, or both, of those nights to tricking and Babylon!"
Brian tilted his head in thought. He DID miss Babylon, and Justin was old enough – almost – to make these decisions. He had already proved that he could A) live with Brian, B) coexist with Brian, C) do well enough in school to say "fuck you" to Craig Taylor and the school board, and D) deal with Brian's idea of their relationship with minor bullshit….
"All right." Brian finally said, pushing the papers and his newest ad campaign to the back of his mind. "Weekend nights are Babylon nights." Justin was up off the chaise in a flash, darting into the bedroom to rummage through the closet and drawers. Brian rolled his eyes. "One condition." He called to the lump that was Justin as he dug around in the closet.
"Name it."
"This is a trial weekend – you fuck anything up next week at school then the deal's off." Brian warned. Justin made a face at him. "And don't you fucking dare call me 'mom' again."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Justin finally had what he wanted and was slipping into the bathroom. Brian shook his head at the mess only Justin seemed to be capable of making and put it all away, grabbing his own clubbing clothes as he did so.
Thirty minutes later found them standing outside of Babylon waiting for Emmett, Ted, and Michael. "They have ten minutes before we forget about them and head in." Brian mumbled. Justin nodded in agreement, even though he thought Brian was being too generous – he wanted to give them only five. Exactly ten minutes later and the trio caught up with them on the walk in the doors.
Drinks were ordered, a bullet was passed around, and soon they had split up: Emmett to the catwalk, Ted to the far bar, Michael to dance with some random partner, and Justin and Brian to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn't long before Brian was pulled away by a well built brunette, and Justin turned his attention to the guy trying to join his dance.
He let muscled arms lead him into a bump-and-grind dance before he was being goaded gently – but persistently – into the back room. He could see Brian already pinning his "date" against one of the walls and unconsciously led his own in the general direction. He was bumped roughly into a wall several feet away from Brian. They smirked at each other in the dim lighting.
It didn't take long. Even though they had sex with one another at the loft almost every night, the week long stay-away from Babylon was enough to drive them crazy. Add to that the popper they were on had their blood burning. Brian was already halfway to bliss when Justin felt a hot mouth close around him. He moaned appreciatively, grabbing fistfuls of hair to keep the pace steady. Fingers fondled his balls and cleft, but didn't enter. Justin had been to Babylon often enough that almost everyone knew that he didn't do penetration: he only topped in the back rooms, much like Brian. The luckier of his conquests would however be allowed to top him elsewhere.
It was Brian's lusty and blissful face that finally got him off. When he recovered he pulled his "date" up and spun them around. He slid down the firm body to return the favor just as Brian reached around to begin jerking his own "date" in time to his thrusts. He allowed the man he was sucking to control the pace, swallowing when he felt the tip of his thick cock hit the back of his throat.
Ten minutes later found them both finished and back on the dance floor. Their respective partners had wandered off as soon as they left the back room. Justin rejoined Brian in a quick dance and another snort from a bullet. They checked the time together: midnight. Justin grinned and they danced together for a while until they were once again coaxed into the back room.
It was four in the morning when they finally stumbled out of the club. They were both leaning on one another as they made their way down the street. Brian pocketed the keys to his jeep: neither of them were sober enough to drive and the loft wasn't too far away that they couldn't walk. The others had deserted them hours before, heads shaking at the partying pair.
"Are we doing this again tomorrow – tonight?" Justin asked as the cool air chilled them a bit.
"Let's get through the day first." Brian recommended. "If we aren't hung over we can come back for a few hours." Justin nodded, stumbling over a stone. They both laughed as Brian pulled him back up.
"I was thinking." Justin slurred. "That my next school project should involve Liberty Avenue in some way."
"What, like an art project? Are you going to do, paint the Ave in all it's glory?" Brian asked as they managed to make it to the front door nearly twenty minutes later. "Oh please get a night shot in! You can add us in!"
"You're stoned."
"So are you." They both snorted in laughter as they waited for the elevator. Neither wanted to trust their legs to carry them up the stairs. They stumbled into the contraption when it arrived.
"I was thinking more of a creative piece for my Lit class." Justin continued. "Write a piece about how the Ave suffers from homophobes."
"I doubt very much that many Avenuers – is that even a word? – suffer." Brian managed to open the door and they stumbled in. Shoes were toed off and jackets flung onto the car stools. "They laugh it off."
"But they do get teased, and it really is our Ave." Justin complained. "Those homophobes have all of Pittsburg but they drive through our Ave like they belong there, they insult us, and we can't do anything about it?"
They stumbled up the steps and into the bedroom, where Justin fell onto the covers. Brian took the time to shed his pants and shirt before he climbed under the covers beside Justin, who was halfway to passed out.
"We'll talk about it later." Brian mumbled. "Pants off." Justin wriggled a bit then tossed the jeans to the floor on his side. Brian rolled over and tossed an arm over Justin's back, pressing their foreheads together.
TBC
