Cynthia ultimately selected a very formfitting black long sleeved pullover made of thin, thin, thin cotton and a pair of tight, tight, tight dark blue jeans (as they showed off Brian's 'charms' such as they were – his sculpted chest and generously sized penis).

Brian shot her a blank stare. He felt the outfit was Puritanical and plain, even … 'frumpy.'

Cynthia laughed. "What?" She threw her hands up helplessly.

More blank staring.

"This outfit is perfect."

Brian complained, "It doesn't show any skin, not even an inch."

"Less is more, err … I mean, more is more. There we go. These are so form-fitting, you might as well be naked. They will tease a CERTAIN SOMEONE by highlighting the shape of your body but denying him what he will so desperately want, that is to say, as much of you actually naked as possible. In this way, you give him everything and nothing. It's perfect."

Brian grunted. Then he looked at Cynthia with wide eyes. "Well, get the fuck out."

Cynthia took that to mean he approved. She departed wearing a smile.

When Brian exited his bedroom, Justin was marshalling the forces, standing with his back to the door addressing his classmates. To Brian's great pleasure, the outfit Cynthia selected seemed to serve its purpose. Justin looked up when he heard the bedroom door slide open and stared at Brian for a solid minute (to the point that the atmosphere grew mildly uncomfortable and Daphne had to kick Justin). Brian noticed Justin letting his eyes move slowly down Brian's body from shoulders to chest to belly to groin to legs and then back up, just as slowly. A soft smile started to play over Brian's lips. But then the aforementioned kick occurred, and Justin was back in business. And all business.

He shook his head and laughed. "Sorry. Okay … the idea is to keep everyone smiling, drinking, flirting, and dancing. Smile yourselves, tell jokes, make sexual innuendos, and, if you're feeling it, step it up a level to touching or kissing. This goes for both the men and women – heterosexuals of both sexes should be coming. The point is for the men to appear confident, comfortable, and attractive, scorching hot in fact. Whatever you can do that you're comfortable doing to make that happen – do it. Alright?"

His classmates were prepared for this, so each nodded solemnly. Whatever they needed to do they would do it.

Justin smiled. "Perfect." But then he froze, a look of panic on his face. He exclaimed, "Daph! We forgot the mirrors!"

Brian cleared his throat softly. When Justin's wide scared eyes met his, he smiled and drawled, "I got that covered." Then he did a tour of his bedroom and his bathroom, grabbing his three body size freestanding mirrors and three smaller ones suitable for being set on a counter. He actually needed to make a few trips. Justin's smile brightened with each one. And Brian's spirit lifted with each increase in wattage, a phenomenon he was trying VERY hard to ignore.

Daphne giggled. "Score one for vanity."

Brian glared at her, but he wasn't sufficiently annoyed to make it truly scary.

This brief lull in unhappiness in Brian and Justin-land was soon dispelled by the entrance and subsequent behavior of the partygoers (well, and the 'hosts'). A combination of factors produced ever-intensifying levels of discomfort for both men.

1. Justin's anxiety and Brian's pride prompted them to avoid each other.

Justin did not want to push Brian into talking and, in fact, talking was the LAST thing Justin wanted. He thought that if they talked about tricking and/or the status of their 'relationship' that BAD consequences would follow. He wanted to go back to how things were before the cop incident, but he didn't know how to make that happen. So he helped men try on clothes and stayed as far away from Brian as possible. He did occasionally send him a longing glance but only when he felt sure Brian was too absorbed in conversation to notice.

Brian was similarly troubled. Justin looked SMOKIN HOT, and that plus the sheer talent, confidence, and determination he'd shown in organizing the party made Brian want Justin even more than he always did. But that increased desire actually had the effect of activating his pride, spurring him to do the exact opposite of what he really wanted to do. He remained on the opposite side of the loft and spoke to as many non-Justin people as possible. He even flirted with the women and complimented the men.

2. It was true that Brian and Justin did not find women attractive, oh but the contrapositive … was also true. Women found Brian and Justin VERY attractive. And given that the party purported to be for heterosexuals, the female guests assumed that Brian and Justin dug on the ladies.

So beautiful young ladies of all description engaged in a great many actions of the mildly perverted variety. Let's focus on Justin, since Brian, although appearing completely oblivious, was in fact watching Justin like a hawk.

These beautiful young women ran their fingers through Justin's hair all the while saying, "Oh what a sexy style!" and "Wow! You look just like Zac Efron!"

They ran their hands over Justin's ass all the while saying, "Ooo … I wish more heterosexual men had the courage to wear formfitting pants!" and "Wow! I never would have thought a man could look so scrumptious in light blue plaid pants, but they REALLY work for you."

They ran their lips over Justin's ear and whispered, all breathless and husky, "You're hot!" and "God, I want you …" and "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, and I will totally fuck you."

Brian noticed every caress, every compliment, and every proposition. His annoyance grew in proportion with the number and intensity of these flirtations.

3. The drinking, the music, the lighting, and the flirting led to the party reaching near orgy proportions.

Some grew even bolder (after a couple of vodka cranberrys) and ran their hands over Justin's dick and placed open-mouthed kisses on his neck that quickly morphed into kisses with tongue, teeth, and suction, of course from behind, so Justin had no way of evading either onslaught.

Finally, one very bold young woman grabbed Justin by the neck and pulled him toward her and then took advantage of Justin's gaping to push her tongue inside his mouth. She did not notice that he was not kissing back. She smiled at Justin, now bright red with embarrassment, and slipped her number into his pocket, deep, DEEP in his pocket (giving her the opportunity to draw her fingers along the length of his dick, which was quite large even when flaccid). The latter revelation sent her giggling over to her friends.

4. Both worried about the success of this endeavor to the point that they backburnered their own desires.

Seth was … disturbed to say the least by all this female attention on the object of HIS affection (Justin). So during the first lull (the first wave of young ladies had copped their feel and moved on), he stood close to Justin, leaned in, and whisper shouted (the music was pretty loud), "Why are you letting them grope you like that?"

Justin smiled sadly and shrugged. "I know I'm gay, but clearly they don't, and the target of this pitch won't either. He'll look at the pictures and see what appears to be a metrosexual whose style draws women like moths to a flame."

Seth shook his head. "You are too good of an intern. They aren't paying you enough for this!"

At the mere thought of his job and his boss, Justin smiled sweetly and his eyes drooped a little with desire. He would have loved to tell Seth about Brian, but he couldn't because he might end up getting Brian in trouble that way, and he wouldn't (in any case) because things were so weird between him and Brian that he would be embarrassed to admit that Brian was the only person purporting to desire him who was not running his hands and mouth all over Justin's body. This had two unfortunate effects. Seth continued to believe they were the only two gay men at the party, and Brian saw Justin's smile and lusty eyes and assumed Seth's whispered words and proximity produced them.

5. Seth did not know Justin had a boyfriend at all, let alone one who was present, and really, REALLY wanted Justin to fuck him. Justin was unaware of this fact, but to Brian, it was painfully obvious.

Seth, too, saw Justin's smile and lusty eyes and took that as a sign from Justin that he (Seth) should advance (turn up the 'heat' on their 'flirtation'). He spent the next twenty minutes (long enough for wave number two of young women to approach and eventually depart) forming a game plan.

He decided to get Justin alone and then use his special skills. He did this by telling Justin that he noticed part of the fabric on his chain mail shirt coming apart. Justin, terrified that he had somehow damaged this very fashionable, very valuable garment, eagerly accompanied Seth to the bathroom.

There, Seth led him to the back, suggested he stand against the wall (so he wouldn't lose his balance), got down on his knees, and started 'examining' the material, which just so happened to be near the waist. Then he proceeded to 'examine' the crotch of the pants.

Justin started to get nervous (Seth was at this point rubbing Justin's dick through the fabric of the pants). He was bright red and shifting uncomfortably. Seth was hardly a troll and a man and Justin's dick did not care that Justin would prefer to leave the dick rubbing to Brian. Justin's dick, in fact, decided it liked how that felt and started to swell.

This only encouraged Seth. He said, though he did NOT expect Justin to believe him, "I think there's a problem with the zipper. Let me check." Then he unzipped the pants and was just starting to pull Justin's underwear down so he could feast on Justin's dick, when Brian decided he needed to know what Justin and Seth were doing. He took one look, at the scene he thought he was seeing, one with which he was all too familiar, clenched his jaw, and walked back out to the party.

Justin, momentarily shocked by both Seth's actions and Brian's appearance, froze, but then pushed Seth away and asked him none too kindly to leave.

"Get out."

Seth sputtered. He was really confused. "I … I thought you were sending me signals … that you wanted this …"

Justin, feeling humiliated and desolate (he was sure that now Brian would be completely through with him), let his head fall and said, with little thought about Seth's feelings, "I didn't. Please leave."

Seth sighed. Then he frowned. But eventually, he did leave. Justin shut the door, closed the toilet lid, and sat on the toilet, not even bothering to zip up the pants.

Brian noticed Seth come out less than a minute later and without Justin. This perplexed him. He watched the bedroom door for a few minutes, growing even more perplexed as each minute passed. Then finally, his worry and confusion trumped his pride and jealousy. He walked through the bedroom into the bathroom, shut and locked the bathroom door, and leaned back up against it. He looked over at Justin … who was a sorry mess (pants still unfastened, face buried in his hands) ... and decided it was time to have the dreaded 'talk.'