I am going to TRY to keep uploading everyday but, as i'm sure you are all aware, the World Cup starts tomorrow and therefore I am going to be spending the majority of my time watching football so if updates slow down a little for this fic then, I'm sorry.
P.S C'MON ENGLAND! =D
Brian convinces Justin to go as hustler.
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Justin was flicking idly through the pages of a magazine and Brian was looking at something on the computer when the announcement was made.
"I've decided to follow up on the Police investigation."
Justin looked up from his magazine. Brian was still clicking away as though he hadn't said anything but the younger man pressed the announcement anyway. "I thought Horvath told you there was nothing he could do."
"No," Brian continued, still not looking at his partner. "He told me to get some hard evidence."
"What are you gonna do," Justin snorted, "get someone to dress up like a hustler and fuck him?"
"It's funny you should suggest that," Brian said, finally looking up and fixing Justin with an expectant gaze. It took Justin all of a second to work out what the older man was suggesting.
"No fucking way," he said immediately leaping to his feet. "I'm not fucking a murderer."
"Oh don't be ridiculous," Brian scorned standing up slowly and going to pour himself a glass of whiskey. "As if I'd let you do that. No. But you can dress up as a hustler, go to the bar, talk to him. Get some DNA."
Justin screwed up his face in disgust as he followed Brian over to the kitchen part of the loft. "What kind of DNA?"
"Cigarette butt, saliva from a glass. I don't know, we'll figure that out later. First we need to make you look like a desperate fag on the street who's peddling his ass just to survive."
"Shouldn't be too hard," Justin reasoned. "If it wasn't for you, that's probably exactly where I'd have been when my dad kicked me out."
"You'd have survived," Brian said matter-of-factly, "you always do." Then he raised his glass of whiskey and pointed it towards Justin like a toast, before downing the whole lot.
Justin just smiled as Brian slammed the glass on the counter top and said, "right, lets find you an outfit."
"I haven't even agreed to it yet," Justin pointed out as the older man began to make his way to bedroom.
"You will," Brian reassured him, turning around and grabbing Justin's wrist and dragging him with him towards the bedroom. As they walked, Brian pulled Justin close and whispered in his ear, "I'll make it worth your while."
Rikert's a no-show at the hustler bar
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The bar had started to clear out around eleven but Brian just ordered another beer and took a long sip. Why wasn't the bastard here yet?
"I don't think he's coming," Justin said for about the fiftieth time. "Why don't we get out of here?"
It was obvious the younger man was somewhat uncomfortable in his undercover role but Brian didn't say anything, he just pointed to his full glass of beer and took another drink. Justin rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. Christ, Brian thought, sometimes the twink could be a right queen anyway, it was obvious Justin was still pissed about the Hunter thing. Brian's suspicions were confirmed just seconds later.
"Why are you leading him on?"
Brian knew immediately that they were talking about Hunter but he played dumb because that was how he was expected to react, uncaring and sarcastic and damned if he was going to break the habit of a lifetime for some blonde twinkie, despite how much he might care for the younger man.
"Leading who on?"
"Hunter."
"Oh," Brian said, the mock realisation practised to perfection, "him. Why do you care?"
"Maybe because he's trying to stake a claim to you."
Brian snorted loudly trying and failing to keep himself from laughing.
"I'm glad you think it's funny," Justin moaned.
"It's fucking hilarious. You're jealous of a kid."
"I'm not jealous," Justin snapped back but they both knew it was a lie, so Justin blushed and Brian laughed some more before taking another long gulp of beer and turning to kiss Justin deeply. It was what Brian did when any normal person would say 'I love you'. So Justin just kissed back, when any normal person would say 'I love you too'.
Brian's perfect, soft lips were gone far too quickly and when Justin opened his eyes he noticed Brian was peering intently at something over Justin's shoulder, before swearing sharply under his breath and going back to his drink.
"What happened?" Justin asked, looking in the direction Brian had been looking and seeing nothing too unusual for this bar.
"I thought I saw him," Brian frowned, "but it was a different ugly, bald, fat bloke who has to pay for a fuck." Justin smiled a little but it was severely forced. He felt better about the Hunter thing but he was still fed-up of being ogled and leered at in this rundown, hustler bar.
Justin slumped over the bar suddenly out of pure dispair of the fact he was still fucking in this place. He could smell stale beer that had never been washed off the bar drifting up his nostrils and although he couldn't see him he could sense Brian's presence on his left. Brian's leather jacket felt weird on him, though he felt kind of sexy in a debauched kind of way and Brian had certainly seemed to like him in it if earlier events were anything to go by. Though, Justin thought, Brian seemed to like him in anything he wore. Just as the woody, alcohol-ly stench was getting too much for his nostrils, Justin felt someone sit heavily beside him.
Justin looked up immediately and was greeted with the face of one of the ugly bald men, who'd been cruising him all night.
"Hey," the man said in a way Justin guessed was supposed to be inviting. The twink just smiled politely and edged closer to Brian. This didn't seem to deter the bauld man. "You, er, you want a place to stay tonight?"
Justin heard Brian snort into his drink but Brian didn't seem even slightly concerned about helping Justin out.
"I'm going home with someone already," Justin said, edging still closer to Brian. He didn't completely want to blow his cover as a hustler just in case the police guy did turn up.
"You are?" Brian asked innocently, eyes flashing to the man almost mocking both the man and Justin. Justin because he was semi-helpless in this situation and the man because there was no way in fucking hell he was gonna go home with Justin, especially if the panicked blue eyes were any indication.
"Stop fucking about and help me out here," Justin muttered under his breath.
"It's not my fault that all these men like your ass as much as I do," Brian whispered back, unable to keep his joy at this situation masked.
"I'll pay you twice what he's paying you," the man said lavishly.
"You know, Sunshine," Brian smirked, loud enough for the man to hear, "I really don't think that that's an offer you can afford to turn down." He took another drink but this was mainly to squash any need to laugh as the bald man tried again.
"I'll pay you three times as much as he's paying you. Four times as much if you do it without a condom."
And that was when it happened. Justin wasn't even sure how it had happened so quickly, unless Brian really was Rage. But one moment, Brian was laughing silently into a beer and next moment he was squaring up to the guy with pure black anger in his eyes.
"What did you just say to him?" He asked with an eerie calm quality to his voice.
"It's none of your business," the bald man scowled, trying to push Brian out of the way. Brian didn't budge. It was barely even a contest, Brian towered over the other guy.
"I'll decided if it's my business," Brian answered angrily. "Now, why don't you take your money and throw it away on some fucking porn movie. You can fuck your own hand without a condom all night, you sick fuck."
"Alright, alright," the man held up his hands in surrender and backed away quickly. "I made a mistake."
Brian just glared at him until he'd decided the man was far enough away. Then, he wrapped his arm around Justin's shoulders and ushered him out of the pub before anymore of Justin's admirer's could make any kind of move.
It wasn't until they got in the car that Brian realised Justin was grinning like a child, who'd got huge bag full of sweets on Halloween.
"What?" he scowled, turning the key and making the Corvette spit and couch into life.
"I've just had an idea for the next issue of Rage," he smirked. "Rage saves JT from near rape by a horrible balding pervert." Brian rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator. "And, thanks, by the way," Justin added sheepishly.
Brian raised an eyebrow but didn't ask for embellishment. Instead, he turned to his right and said smugly, "I'm sure you can think of a better way to thank me than that."
