Short and sweet … just like me!

Set after Justin's finished with his birthday present. AKA. Kinney's a thoughtless bastard!

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It wasn't as though he wasn't aware it was Justin's birthday, not that Justin had reminded him he just … remembered. So when Justin did finally bring it up in Babylon, Brian had been fully prepared with his answer; 'being born isn't a reason to celebrate'. Even as he'd said it, he'd heard it with his father's voice. It was exactly what had been said to him on his eleventh birthday when he'd woken up to find no presents, no cake and no one who cared. He'd never expected any kind of celebration since, in fact, he never even told people when his birthday was, of course Michael had found out because he was noisy little shit and he'd checked school registers.

Of course, Brian wouldn't let Justin's birthday go past without a little celebrating. He even wanted to get the kid some kind of gift. He'd thought about some piece of expensive art or some kind of music thing. He'd even considered a weekend away and then he'd wanted to slap himself for being so lesbionic. Justin was a fag and all fags wanna do is fuck. The hustler had been the perfect gift. Or perhaps it had been a thoughtless, stupid gift because he'd suddenly been overcome with a wave of panic when he'd discovered what he was ready to do for the kid.

"Did you have fun?" Brian asked, when he came back to the loft later and Justin was curled up on the couch, with a duvet wrapped around him.

"Huh?"

"Did you enjoy my present?" Brian said as though these questions were a complete inconvenience.

"Oh, er, yeah. He was great."

"And huge," Brian smiled, sitting on the arm chair. "So, what did you do?"

"You know," Justin sounded flat. "Just, fooled around a bit."

"Fooled around?" Brian exclaimed. "I did not spend five hundred bucks so you could fool around. You were supposed to have the best fuck of your life."

"Oh no," the twink said suddenly, "he was good, really." Justin sighed. "He just…."

"What?"

"He wasn't you."

"Well, no," he grinned, "I'd be charging a lot more."

Justin smiled a bit but it wasn't one of his signature smiles. It was clear something was bothering him, Brian just waited patiently for the kid to reveal what it was.

"I'd rather have just had you," Justin shrugged eventually. He was whispering because he knew Brian would over react at even the slight hint of romance. And he did.

"Christ! What are you? A lesbian?"

"No," Justin frowned, then with more conviction, "no."

"Well you can always have me. You always do," Brian smirked. Then, seeing the twinks sullen face, he rolled his eyes, pushed himself to his feet and went to the bedroom. "You should really get dressed, we've gotta go to Ben's surprise party."

"So you'll celebrate Ben's birthday but not mine?"

"No, but I'd go to a morgue if I thought there'd be hot guys and free alcohol."

Justin smiled despite himself. He didn't know how to react. Brian Kinney, the man he loved, the man he thought loved him, had bought him a fucking hustler for his nineteenth birthday. Maybe the older man really didn't know him at all. He thought of the violin player, he couldn't help it. That was a man who seemed to believe in love, not fucking. He actually seemed to think that fags could be in happy monogamous relationships. Justin remembered when he used to think like that, before all this. Before Brian.

"I need a shower," he mumbled.

"Okay," Brian said, "but hurry up. I don't think it goes down so well if you turn up late to a surprise party."