Justin refused to move an inch (off of Brian's lap). Brian was disinclined to argue. He was actually enjoying the physical closeness. Justin had placed his head on Brian's shoulder.

Turns out, Ethan was fairly easy to convince. Daphne needed only a small fraction of the information Brian had given her to convince Ethan that Daphne was an ally, mostly because he was so convinced Brian was toxic that he couldn't believe anyone wouldn't want Justin far, far away from him. However, just to be safe, he had asked Daphne to do something only an ally would do.

Once Daphne had ended the call, she sighed and frowned. "He wants me to prove I'm on his side."

Justin's entire body tensed. He lifted his head to look at her. "What does he want you to do?" Based on the depth of her frown, he knew this had to be bad. Very bad.

"He wants me to record you and Brian … uh … you know …"

Justin's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "WHAT?"

Brian maintained his composure. He wasn't really surprised. "Audio or video?"

"Audio."

Brian nodded. "Okay."

Justin whipped his head around. "What? Brian, no!"

Brian shrugged. "What's the big deal? People hear us fucking all the time in the back room. Anyone could record us there. Audio and video. Just be glad he doesn't want both."

Justin shook his head vehemently. "I don't like this. Who knows what he'll do with it?"

"Probably something we won't like. But at least we'll have a chance to stop him. If Daphne doesn't bring him what he wants, we won't have the inside track."

Justin sighed deeply. "Fine. When does he want it?"

Daphne braced herself for more yelling. "Tonight. 8:30 pm. Babylon."

Justin's eyes widened again. "That's in like two hours!"

Daphne nodded.

Brian laughed. "Well, I guess we'd better get to work."

"Oh my God. This is insane. So Daph, how are you supposed to record us?"

"My phone."

Brian said, "Leave the phone. Come back in an hour."

Daphne handed her phone to Brian, stood up, and said, "Uh … well …have fun?"

Justin glared at her.

"I'll be back. Should I grab some lemon bars for you?"

Justin continued to glare at her, but, as soon as her hand touched the door handle, he said, "Yes. Three."

Daphne laughed and departed.

Brian stood up and carried Justin to the bed. He set him down and started disrobing.

"Brian, this is crazy. Are you sure 'the inside track' is worth it?"

"Now more than ever. He didn't ask for video, which means he already has some. Only way we can prevent him from using it is to know what his plans are."

"Oh God! How do you think he got it?"

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth for a moment, thinking. Then he shrugged. "Could have been anywhere. We're hardly shy. The park. The back room. The diner. Or even in the loft if he had a good enough camera and a friend across the way. Considering that he needs audio, that's what I'd put my money on." Brian chuckled. "Sunshine, if we're doing this, I'll need you to take off at least some of your clothes." Brian was completely naked now.

Justin laughed. "Oh yeah."

Brian grinned. "Actually, allow me." Brian removed Justin's clothes slowly and laid open-mouthed kisses on every piece of skin he revealed. Justin sighed happily. "Oh Brian … I'll never get tired of this."

Brian was currently tracing Justin's nipple with his tongue. He pulled back. "You better not. I've invested a lot in you. The hours I spent training you alone. Priceless." He grinned.

Justin complained, "You said I was a natural."

Brian grabbed the double headed dildo and his pump dispenser of lube. He smirked. Then he drawled, "Even prodigies need training." He pumped lube into one of Justin's hands and then into one of his own. Then he lay on the bed next to Justin, with his head at the opposite end of the bed. He said, "Okay. I'm going to hit record. Don't say anything you wouldn't say on a loudspeaker at Babylon."

Justin took a deep breath and nodded. Then he cried out, "Oh! That's cold."

Brian laughed. "It'll warm up." Brian was using all his fingers to rub lube over Justin's entrance. Justin mimicked Brian's motions. Then Brian slid a lubed finger inside Justin. He pushed in until he heard Justin moan softly. Justin did the same. In fact, they moaned in tandem, Justin first and then Brian. Next Brian pushed in a second finger and started opening Justin up. Justin followed suit. Brian grunted a little. Then he asked, all sultry like, "Are you ready for me?"

Justin smiled a sexy smile and purred, "Brian, I'm always ready for your 9–inch cock. Only your dick is long enough and thick enough to truly please me."

Brian had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. Ever since the night before, when Brian had suggested that Justin needed Brian to fuck him with both ends of the double headed dildo to sate him, he couldn't hear the word 'thick' without giggling. When he got himself under control, he slicked his end of the dido with lube. Justin did the same with his. Brian took a deep breath. He didn't bottom often and the last time, he'd been pretty fucked up, reducing the discomfort. Now he was stone cold sober.

Brian and Justin had the dildos poised at each other's entrances. They started pushing in almost simultaneously. Brian grunted. Justin mmmed. They paused a couple of times, but now had the dildos fully ensconced.

Justin giggled and mouthed "Lady and the Tramp."

Brian rolled his eyes but then chuckled.

Brian and Justin moved so that their feet were on either side of each other's abdomen. They started pulling away from each other and then pushing forward. They easily fell into a slow, steady rhythm. Justin threaded his fingers into Brian's. They both angled their hips so that the dildos were rubbing up against their prostates. Brian started panting. Justin started moaning, "Oh Brian … Brian …"

Justin quickened the pace. He rasped, "Brian, yes, oh yes, fuck me … fuck me harder … " Brian breathed, "Oh fuck" in spite of himself. Whatever Brian had said about training Justin, Justin had trained him as well. Justin's pleading, needing, wanting, was, to him, like a bell to one of Pavlov's dogs. He didn't drool, but his dick always grew even harder. That sound sent waves of heat through Brian's body. Every time.

Justin was watching Brian. Brian was gyrating his hips. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were only half open. Seeing Brian like this, wantonly impaling himself on the dildo, was driving Justin crazy. Justin breathed, "Brian, you're so beautiful. Oh … yes. Please, Brian faster. Harder."

Brian quickened the pace even more and thrust even more roughly. Now every time, they pulled so far that the dildo was almost all the way out, and then, they thrust forward so hard and so fast that the dildos went from almost all the way out to all the way in in just a second or two. They were both breathing heavily. Brian whispered, "I can't … hold … back."

Brian licked his lips then and threw his head back. Justin was incensed. He pulled the dildo all the way out and then jumped up. He licked the tip of Brian's dick and then sucked on it, producing a deep full body moan. Justin held his end of the dildo down with one hand and whispered, "Keep going, Brian." He did. He wriggled, writhed, and thrust. Justin deepthroated Brian. Brian slid his hand over Justin's dick, which was covered entirely in precum at this point. Justin moaned loudly around Brian's dick, which elicited another deeper moan from Brian. Justin sucked hard and swallowed around the tip of Brian's dick every time it entered his throat, and Brian squeezed and pumped Justin's dick, all the while writhing and thrusting.

Justin was moaning loudly, sending ripples of pleasure through Brian's dick and his body.

"Justin, ohhhh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Brian arched his back and came. Hard.

Three seconds later, Brian replaced his hand with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around Justin's shaft and sucked and swallowed. Watching Brian fuck himself on the dildo as sluttily as any typical bottom was hot. But that on top of what was currently happening drove Justin wild. Brian was on his knees in front of Justin worshiping his dick, sucking on it like it was the most delicious ice cream.

Justin couldn't take the image, the sensations. He placed both hands on Brian's shoulders and let the fingers of one hand (the unlubed one) stray into his hair. "Oh GOD, BRIAN …. OH GOD, OH YES ... " He threw back his head and let out an animal moan, nearly blacking out he came so hard.

Three seconds later, Justin was in Brian's arms, and Brian's tongue was in Justin's mouth. He pulled Justin down on top of him and wrapped his arms and legs around Justin, kissing him deeper and deeper. When they broke apart, neither moved very far. Justin was still on top of Brian, still in his arms, and their faces were an inch or two apart. Justin whispered, "Brian, I love you. So fucking much." Then he buried his face into Brian's neck. Brian turned his head so that his lips were right at Justin's ear and whispered, "I love you more. Inconceivably more."

Justin didn't have the energy to speak further. He just grinned and shook his head.

When Daphne walked back into the loft, Brian and Justin were both smiling at each other and periodically bumping shoulders. They were still warm and damp from the shower and dressing. Brian slipped his shirt on (a short sleeved button down), but didn't bother buttoning it up, and then walked over and handed Daphne the phone.

Daphne giggled. "You two look much less tense."

Justin grinned like he had a secret (and he did), but he said nothing.

Brian felt a little sore. But it was a good sore. And he was even more relaxed than after regular sex. He was starting to understand why Justin often liked to fuck before going out for the night. The deeper relaxation was only part of it. He felt the aftereffects of being fucked every time he moved. Must have made Justin feel close to Brian even when dancing with and fucking other people (back when they both still tricked). Brian's chest ached at the realization. He pulled Justin into his arms then and kissed his cheek. Then he kissed his mouth, giving Justin a long lingering kiss. Justin smiled shyly afterward. "What was that for?"

"Your being you."

Justin shook his head in confusion, but he smiled more brightly.

"You ready?"

Justin nodded.

"So Daphne, why don't you drop us off on Liberty, so Ethan doesn't see us riding together."

"Sure." She handed Justin a white bag.

"Ooo! Lemon bars. Thanks, Daph!" Justin shoved a whole bar into his mouth and munched happily. He slapped Brian's hand away when he tried to grab a piece. "Remember all the glucose and high fructose corn syrup! They really are poison!" Justin nodded his head like he was all worried about Brian's health. Brian muttered, "Twat." Then Justin shoved an eighth of a piece in Brian's mouth.

When Brian and Justin arrived at Babylon, five minutes after Daphne, Brian stationed himself at the bar, and Justin skipped happily onto the dance floor. He felt amazing. Sexy and invincible. Maybe a little because of the sugar rush, but mostly because Brian had just made his wildest fantasy come true, and it'd had the desired effect. He and Brian were closer than ever. He stripped off his shirt almost immediately and started dancing with two hot guys at the center of the dance floor. Justin didn't look back at Brian at all, but he could feel Brian's eyes on him, so he moved his hips sinuously, wiggling and writhing.

Brian watched Justin intently for a full song. Fuck. He was hard again. And his pants were so tight that he had to tell more than a few interested parties to fuck off. He glanced around the club during the second song. He quickly caught sight of Daphne and Ethan. They were in a semi-dark corner huddled up. He had the urge to meander that way and try to hear what they were saying, but he knew Daphne would tell him everything. So he took a sip of his drink and looked back at Justin. When song three started, Emmett walked in, holding hands with a really, really tall brunet. He was hot, but he looked nervous. He kept dodging people and glancing around anxiously. He looked like he was about to puke, all pale and wobbly. Justin saw them at about the same time. He looked over at Brian, caught his eye, and nodded toward Emmett. They both headed over. When they reached Emmett's side, Emmett said quickly, "We need to take this party up to the catwalk or my beloved's gonna freak." Justin nodded in understanding. Brian just shrugged.

Once up there, Justin said brightly, "Hi, Rob!"

Rob inclined his head but didn't say anything.

Justin grinned and asked Emmett, "So … is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

Emmett turned a little pink and smiled. "Rob and I met here a few nights ago."

Justin giggled, "Are you dating?"

Emmett nodded excitedly.

"Oh wow! Rob, I'm amazed. You're making such great progress already."

Brian wasn't listening. He was watching Daphne and Ethan. She nodded at Ethan and walked away from him. Ethan stayed where he was, scanning the crowd. Did he have another rendezvous planned?

Daphne made it to the front and then turned and scanned the crowd. When Daphne's eyes found Brian's, she inclined her head slightly and then walked toward the door. Brian whispered, "It's time. I'll be back soon." He kissed Justin's cheek. Then he made his way down to the dance floor. He danced with a hot muscle head for a couple of minutes, rejected his advances, and then headed back to the bar. He ordered another drink and turned back toward Ethan. He was engrossed in conversation with some guy Brian had never seen before. Perfect time. He downed his drink and slipped out while Ethan was distracted. Brian hadn't caught sight of Ben or Mikey, but they were near Ethan. Ben was trying to overhear his conversation and wondering how Daphne knew the hipster. Mikey was waiting for the guy Ethan was talking to to leave so he could talk to Ethan.

Meanwhile, Justin was confusing the hell out of Rob. Justin and Emmett were filling each other in on what had passed in the last two days (Emmett had been buried in Rob for most of yesterday and the day before). So he had missed Justin's episode and everything after. Justin said, "Brian actually agreed to couples counseling."

Emmett gasped.

Justin smiled at Rob. "Thank you SO much for suggesting it, Rob. I never thought he'd go for it, but he did. I think this is really going to help Brian get over what happened."

Emmett's eyes widened. He looked at Rob. "You suggested Justin and Brian go to couples counseling?" He was confused. Then he was proud. "You had a conversation with Justin? Like a full conversation?"