Previously On Queer As Folk: Brian and Justin continued their sightseeing in Paris. At the Opera Garnier, Brian played a joke on Justin. Justin vowed that he would pay Brian back.

Chapter Twelve

It was their last night in Paris. "I can't believe it's been a week already," Justin commented, putting on a shirt.

"Well time flies when you're having fun," Brian reminded him, tying his shoes.

"And multiple orgasms."

"Those, too." Brian chuckled. "Are you ready?"

"Yep. Let's go."

After the second grueling day of sightseeing, Brian and Justin had gone to the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district. Delighted by what he saw, Brian bought a couple designer suits for work and a new leather jacket. He'd offered to buy Justin something, but he had adamantly declined. The next couple of days were passed with more picture taking and sightseeing, though not to previous extent.

As Brian and Justin walked out of the hotel, Justin asked, "where's this place again?"

"It's on the Champs- Élysées," Brian replied. "Where on the Champs-Élysées I have no idea, but it's there."

"It shouldn't be too hard to find. It's a nightclub, people will probably be lined up around the corner."

They walked along until they found le Queen. The line to get in was fairly short, but as they got closer, Brian noticed that not all of the people in line were men; there were a lot of women in the crowd, too. "Hopefully it's not dyke night," he said to Justin.

"Dyke night's the best!" Justin joked.

"Be careful. If you start liking pussy there's going to be a problem."

"Trust me, there's no danger of that happening."

"Good, I like my men to like dick."

"I like your dick."

"Good answer." They kissed.

"Si mignon!" a woman cooed, laughing obnoxiously. Brian looked up at her.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Si mignon," she repeated.

"In English."

"How cute," Justin translated.

"Yes, it is cute. Now will you stop fucking staring at us?"

"I'm sorry," the woman said in heavily accented English, before turning around.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah." They kissed again.

The line got shorter and shorter and before they knew it, they were in the club. People were dancing everywhere. The music was loud and pulsating, just the way Brian liked it. Looking around however, he saw that while there were a few men dancing together, there were a lot of mixed couples dancing together. "I thought this was gay nightclub," he said.

"It used to be. Now it is a nightclub for everyone," a man explained, passing them.

"Great. Stuck in room full of breeders."

"It won't be so bad," Justin promised. "Come on, let's dance." He led Brian to an empty spot on the dance floor and they began to dance. "See? I told you." He kissed Brian's nose.

"You win," Brian relented.

Le Queen was not entirely different from Babylon. The music was similar, the drinks were similar, even the dance floor was similar. Unfortunately, Le Queen did not have a back room, not that it mattered too much. Brian and Justin danced for a long time, lost in the beat of the music. They stopped when Justin got thirsty, and made their way to the bar. They ordered drinks and waited. "Hi," a man said, grinning appreciatively at Brian. The man next to him was staring at Justin.

"Hi," Brian replied, putting his arm around Justin possessively.

"How are you tonight?"

"Fine."

"We have a proposal for you."

"We're not interested," Justin said.

"Hear us out, please. We were wondering if you guys wanted to have a good time tonight. I'm Jean-Claude and this is my partner Billy."

"We're not interested." Brian didn't hide the venom in his voice.

"How would you like to come home with us tonight? As you can see, we'd like to switch partners for a night, it keeps the relationship... interesting, non?"

"I don't think so," Justin said.

"Oh, come on..."

"We said no," Brian threatened, stepping closer to Jean-Claude. He towered over the jerk.

"Fine, have it your way. It's your loss." Jean-Claude and Billy skulked off.

"Wow," Justin exclaimed. "I'd gladly take our docile Pittsburgh queers any day."

"Tell me about it," Brian scoffed.

"Those are the kind that give us all a bad name."

They grabbed their drinks and went back to the dance floor. A song that was often played at Babylon came on and they danced to it. "It's just like back home," Justin shouted to be heard over the music.

"In some ways," Brian agreed. "I think I'll stick with Pittsburgh, though."

"Yeah, me, too. There's no place like home."

They danced for a few more songs but then grew restless. "Are you ready to go?" Brian asked, yawning. He still hadn't regained all of his energy yet. Two days of sightseeing had worn him out.

"Yeah. I'm so exhausted!"

As they stepped out onto the street, they became aware of footsteps behind them, but paid little attention. "What do you want to do when we get back to the hotel?" Justin asked.

"I was thinking of a little game I made up as a child," Brian replied.

"You must've been one twisted child!" Justin exclaimed, laughing.

"Just wait until and see," Brian promised.

"Hey, mes amis, wait up!" a voice called.

"Are you following us now?" Brian asked, turning to face Jean-Claude.

"We told you no," Justin said forcefully.

"Then perhaps, I will have to persuade you to see things my way." Jean-Claude pulled out a switchblade knife.

"Jesus Christ!" Justin whispered, taking a few wary steps back.

"Justin, get out of here," Brian ordered, standing in front of Justin protectively.

"I'm not leaving you," Justin replied, eyes wide in fear.

"You'd better do as he says," Jean-Claude warned, waving the knife.

"Brian..."

"Go!" Brian shouted. Justin refused to move until he saw Brian's eyes pleading with him.

Clenching his jaw, Justin walked away, keeping his eyes on Brian. "What do you want?" Brian asked when he was sure that Justin was safe.

"You know what I want."

"Sex?"

"No, I changed my mind. You looked a lot hotter in there."

"Then what do you want?" Brian's irritation was evident.

"I want your money."

Brian laughed. "And what are you going to do? Stab me to death if I don't hand over my wallet? I'm twice your size, kid. Beat it."

"You're right, the knife is a little unnecessary." He pulled a gun out of his coat. "This is more like it."

Brian's heart started to pound. Oh shit, my number's finally up. Even if I give him my wallet, the pussy will probably kill me anyway. His thoughts shifted to Justin. We were so close, he lamented. Determined to keep his cool, Brian rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet.

Just as Jean-Claude was about to snatch it, he pulled the trigger on the gun. Brian closed his eyes tight and waited for the pain. Instead of pain, he felt a sudden wetness on his cheek. Opening an eye, he saw Jean-Claude doubled over, laughing hysterically. Brian turned around and saw Justin standing with his arms folded across his chest, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "I told you I'd get you back."

"You little asshole!" Brian exclaimed, picking Justin up in his arms and swinging him. "I almost fucking shit myself!"

"Now you know how I felt," Justin replied, kissing Brian. "Well, more or less. This is Jean-Claude."

"I cannot believe this," Brian muttered, chuckling. "You're such a dick."

"Well, I'd better get back to Billy. You know what they say about us French as lovers. He's the hottest guy here tonight and if I want to fuck him like he's never been fucked before, I'd better not keep him waiting. See ya later, Justin." He went back into le Queen.

Brian and Justin started to walk back toward their hotel. "Just for that, I'm charging extra tonight, Sunshine."

"I can't wait."

"Where did you run into him?"

"He was at a café I went to the other day while you were shopping."

"You sure got me," Brian admitted.

"That was the point."

"Remind me to spank you later."

"Make sure it's hard. I've been very bad."

"Yes, you have." They kissed.

Back in their hotel room, Justin lay on the bed, naked and flipping through a brochure. Brian was packing up all of his belongings; their flight left fairly early in the morning. "Aha, I found them!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

"What?" Justin asked, looking up from his brochure.

"These." Brian held up a pair of handcuffs and a big black dildo.

"How did you get those through the airport?" Justin asked incredulously.

"I didn't. I bought them the other day," Brian admitted, grinning.

"Come here," Justin ordered, patting the spot on the bed next to him. Brian complied.

First, he put the handcuffs on Justin and secured him to the bed. "Are they too tight?" he asked.

"No. They're just right."

"Good." Next, Brian applied some lube to Justin and then used the dildo to penetrate him. Justin moaned with pleasure. Brian continued to move the dildo slowly, attentive to all of Justin's facial expressions. He kept moving the dildo until Justin climaxed. Time for a little reverse psychology, Brian thought. "Well, I am beat," he said, grabbing the key to unlock the handcuffs.

"Wait!" Justin insisted. "You can't go to bed yet."

"Why not?" Brian asked innocently.

"I haven't had my fill yet." Justin grinned mischievously.

"Well, in that case..." Brian grabbed a condom and tore the packet open with his teeth.

The alarm went off too early. Still half asleep, Brian swatted at it, turning it off. Why the hell did I schedule our flight so early! he thought. Grumbling, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The shower helped wake him up, though he was still a bit groggy. After shaving, he went and woke Justin up. "What time is it?" Justin mumbled, burying his face in the pillow.

"It's seven thirty. Our plane leaves in an hour. Come on, you have to get up."

"Okay, okay, I'm up," Justin grumbled, stumbling out of bed.

"Careful there, Sunshine. I don't want to have to explain to everyone how you got a concussion."

He helped Justin into the bathroom. "I saved you some hot water."

"Mmmm thanks," Justin said, kissing Brian.

"I'll be waiting."

Justin quickly took his shower and brushed his teeth. I can't believe we're leaving, he thought. He had had a wonderful time with Brian and he hoped to have many more. If only I could afford to take him somewhere for his birthday... His thoughts were interrupted by light knocks on the door. "We've gotta go," Brian said.

"Okay, I'm coming." Justin picked up his stuff and carried it out with him, putting it in his suitcase. "I'm ready."

There was a cab waiting downstairs to take them to the airport. "Next time we go somewhere on vacation, remind not to book the flight so goddamn early," Brian said.

"Next time?" Justin asked, his heart fluttered with excitement.

"What? Did you think that this was a one time thing? We're getting married in less than two weeks. Plus, you've been dying to go away with me since we met."

"Can we afford another vacation so soon?"

"If we're careful."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"Don't you get it by now? I want to take care of you, Justin. It makes me...happy."

"Still, I have to find a job once we get home. Maybe I'll go back to school."

"I thought you were never going back to that hell hole?"

"Maybe I can swallow my pride long enough to finish."

"That better not be all you're swallowing." Brian winked. "But the spring semester's almost over…"

"I'm hoping I can audit for the rest of this semester and then they'll let me enroll for the summer semester."

"It's worth a shot."

Before long, they were at the airport waiting to board their plane. "If I'd known that we were going to be waiting here for this long, I'd have gotten some more sleep," Brian said.

"Tell me about it," Justin agreed. Luckily, they didn't have to wait much longer.

Once on the plane and secured in their seats, Brian and Justin dozed off, holding hands.

Some time later, their plane landed in Pittsburgh. Michael was waiting outside with Brian's car. "So, how was it?" he asked.

"Ask Justin," Brian said, grabbing his keys from Michael and popping the trunk.

"It was amazing! You should've been there," Justin gushed, smiling broadly.

"I hope you took pictures."

"Believe me, he took enough pictures to fill up a warehouse." Brian answered, putting their bags into the trunk. "And we won't make you sit through a boring slide show like you did to us when you and David when to Paris."

"Wait until you see the one I took of Brian at Notre Dame, you're going to die!"

"Yeah, Mikey. You're going to die!" Brian mimicked Justin sarcastically.

"Don't mind him, he's a little tired," Justin explained.

"I can see that," Michael replied, laughing.

"So, what's been going on here while we were gone?" Justin asked.

"Not too much. You know – same old, same old."

"Still, it's home," Justin said.

"Something went down while you were away..." Michael began.

"What?" Justin asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

"I don't want to sound like a gossipy queen, but you're going to find out sooner or later."

"Just tell us!" Justin insisted.

"Emmett was having an affair...with Drew Boyd."

"No way!"

"Yeah. The night he confessed it, Calvin proposed to him."

"Calvin left him didn't he?" Justin asked. His heart went out to Emmett. He was such a sweetheart.

"Yeah," Michael confirmed.

"Stupid ass. That's what he gets for telling Calvin," Brian mumbled.

"What he going to do? Keep it a secret? It was killing him!" Michael argued.

"Well, then, maybe he should have kept his pants on."

"You know, Brian, you can be a real ass sometimes."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Brian laughed. "Thanks for bringing the car, Mikey."

"No problem," Michael replied, sighing. "Look, he's in a pretty bad state right now. He's been doing a little bit better since Ted came back, but I think he'd like to see you guys."

"Of course," Justin said.

"I'll get around to it," Brian replied. Justin laughed.

"Brian, he's your friend, " Michael argued.

"Let me go home and unpack and I'll go see him, okay?"

"Okay"

"Bye, Mikey." Brian got in the car.

"Bye," Michael muttered.

Justin got in the car. "Poor Emmett. I just can't believe it," he said, shaking his head.

"Why is it so hard for you believe?" Brian asked incredulously.

"Because...it's Emmett. He doesn't strike me as the kind of person who would do that."

"Listen to me, Sunshine. Are you listening?" Justin nodded. "Anyone can cheat."

"I know that. Just think about how awful this must be for him; Calvin proposed to him."

And he blew it, simple as that."

"What would you do if you were in Calvin's shoes?"

"That wouldn't happen to me. You wouldn't cheat on me."

"Anyone can cheat, remember?"

"Anyone but you. Or me,"

"Okay, you got me there," Justin admitted. "I would never cheat on you now."

"Never say never."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying don't make a promise you can't without a doubt keep."

"Is that your way of saying that you cheated on me?" Justin teased.

"You know I wouldn't do that." Justin quirked an eyebrow. "Now," he amended.

"How can I be so sure?" Justin asked, kidding.

"Let's see: because I love you, and I couldn't bear to not have you in my life. The quickest way for that to happen would be for me to cheat on you."

"You've come a long way," Justin said.

"It's all thanks to you." Brian put his arm over Justin's shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. "We're getting married."

"I can't wait!

"Me either."

"Hopefully my mom doesn't cry."

"She's entitled to cry. Just as long as you don't cry, we're fine."

"I promise, I won't."

"Good." They kissed again.

When they got back to the loft, they unpacked their belongings. Michael had collected all of Brian's mail and put it on the coffee table, though it was mostly junk mail. It's good to be home, Brian thought with a sigh. Justin came up behind him and started rubbing his stomach.

Brian glanced at the clock: plenty of time for a quickie.

Next Time On Queer As Folk: Emmett's friends come together to help him through his pain. Calvin drops by to pick up some of his things, not making it any easier for Emmett to get over him. In the Novotny-Bruckner household, Hunter is hiding something from Michael and Ben. Is it something that could tear the family apart?