"Honey, I'm home" Brian walks over and gives Justin a movie kiss complete with a dip.

"Mercy me... " Emmett fans himself with his hand grinning as he watches Justin right himself.

"I guess someone had a good day at work?" he picks up the spools of fabric he had been holding and hands them to Emmett.

"Kinnetic just landed a meeting with Calvin Klein...there will be two other firms there, but I know we can land it."

"Well, if you're happy, I'm happy" Justin smiles holding cotton candy pink taffeta in place while Emmett staples it to a large white column. They exchange another less dramatic kiss.

"How was your day, dear?"

"Emmett and I found a great space for Liberty Belle Occasions..."

"It's tucked away just off the main drag and it has this big picture window" Emmett interrupts bouncing excitedly "I already have so many ideas"

Brian chuckles stepping behind Justin wrapping his arms around his tight waist. "Our artist in residence here is going to give me a hand". They exchange a look and Brian can't help asking the hard question.

"How do you plan to pay for it?"

"I was thinking a small business loan" Emmett moves the pillar near the door and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. "Do you have any collateral? Do you know your credit score?"

"No...and yes. I've got it covered, Bri."

"Easy killer...just wanted to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into" Brian walks to the fridge taking out a Pellegrino and dividing among two glasses to share with Justin then offers Emmett his own which he declines.

"What do you boys think about starting up brunch again? We can invite over all the boys and I'll do the cooking."

Justin and Brian are only half listening, but offer a relevant response.

"We don't do those anymore now that Mel and Linds live in Toronto. It's a wonderful offer, Em, but that's a lot of cooking for one person."

"Justin will help you cook"

"Or we could do potluck" Justin suggests socking Brian in the arm playfully.

"Where do you ladies see us having this delightful event?" Brian asks folding Justin into his arms around the shoulders.

"We can't do it here..." Emmett muses eying the oversized pillows surrounding the expensive Italian coffee table. "Your humble little fuck pad doesn't really have the proper amount of seating."

"What if we did it at Ben and Michael's? I'll call Michael tomorrow."

"Fabulous" Brian removes his jacket as he walks toward his bedroom "Now that we have that all settled..."

Emmett grabs his shoulder bag and kisses Justin on his way out "I'll be by to pick up those pillars tomorrow afternoon."

"You should come out with us to celebrate the bright future of Liberty Belle. First Cosmo is on me." Justin grabs Emmett by the sleeve of his coral shirt pulling him close. Emmett looks to Brian who has taken a break in changing clothes to peruse himself in the mirror. Justin shakes his head with a smile.

"Meet you there. I need to go home and put on my boogie shoes."

As soon as Emmett is gone, Justin and Brian collide like waves on the rocks stripping one another from the waist up.

"What's with the candy sticks?" Brian pauses before running his tongue along Justin's neck. He wraps his legs around him carrying him to the bed.

"Emmett was hired to plan a Gay Prom by the Gay & Lesbian Center."

"Gay Prom? What's the world coming to?" Brian throws Justin down on the bed and covers his body with kisses as he works with his zipper.

"The money from each...ticket..." Justin struggles with the words as Brian's tongue lays claim to his body "benefits the homeless teen shelter." They change position and Justin returns the favor then drops to his knees only to have Brian stop him.

"We mustn't forget we have to meet Emmett in an hour."

"You're right...better save it for the back room at Babylon." Justin smiles taking Brian's hand to help him off the bed.

"I like the way you think" Brian pulls him down on top of him kissing him one last time "but we're doing it in the VIP lounge too".

Justin and Brian opt for different colors of the same basic fashion statement-Brian in a black sleeveless button down of the softest cotton, vintage Calvins, and his favorite Hugo leather jacket. Justin in a white fitted white pullover muscle tee with True Religion and white motorcycle jacket. After giving each other a brief once over and finding nothing lacking, they head out keys in hand and descend the stairs holding onto one another as they cross the street.

Emmett is standing outside talking to Ben and Ted when they arrive. Ted is the only one dressed for the cooler season, but then he isn't much of a dancer.

"Good evening, Mr. Kinney" the bouncer greets them removing the velvet rope "Welcome back, Mr Taylor and congratulations on your show last month".

"Thanks, Bradley" Brian slaps him on shoulder as he steps aside to let Justin and the others enter first. He stands outside talking for a while then goes up to the office. Inside, there is a heat that forms a cloud as it wrestles with the cool outside. Michael and Blake are at the bar huddled in conversation as Emmett coerces Ben to join him and Justin on the floor. As the intro to "Born This Way" begins, a sort of human chain forms snaking in and out of the stationary patrons allowing Ben and Ted both to scoop their men into the fold. As the line makes a pass near the back room, Justin makes a break for it and decides to wait for Brian there, but he's stopped by a mountain of a man with mahogany skin and a bald head.

"I'm flattered but..." Justin tries to hide his astonishment as his eyes linger on the big man's muscles.

"Whoa, you're a big one" Emmett comes over to lend a hand which he places on the large man's shoulder with a demure smile.

"Mr. Thibodeaux requests to see you in the VIP lounge, Mr. Taylor".

"Who's Mr. Thibodeaux?" Justin follows the large man up the stairs trying to figure out what's going on.

"Welcome...I'm Brandon. So glad to finally meet you" a blonde man somewhat younger than Brian, but older than Justin steps out of the office where Brian is seated behind the desk.

"You're Mr. Thibodeaux?" Justin shakes his offered hand then walks over to lean on the desk. "Brandon is the new manager. He'll handle the day to day so I can focus on other...more important things" Brian addresses the confusion on his partner's face.

"Wait...I've seen you before" Justin stands looking from Brandon to Brian and back. "That stupid contest..."

"How do you know about that?" Brian comes around front smirking.

"Come on, everyone knows about it, Brian" he gives a coy little smile to Brandon "I'm still a little hurt that I didn't make the top ten."

"Rumor was that you were hands-off" Brandon leans next to Justin returning his smile with a predatory look "Had I known you were in play..."

"Should I...leave?" Brian smirks only half-joking "I'll give you twenty minutes to get it out of your system...that couch looks real comfy."

Justin grabs him by the sleeve pulling him close as he pushes off the desk.

"Just trying to give you what you want" They stare each other down.

"I want you..." Justin draws Brian's lips to his in a desperate effort not to finish that statement. Brian looks back at Brandon seeing the young stud who presented himself for payment that night and again when the initial shock of Justin's departure wore off.

Brian was sitting in the VIP lounge smoking a freshly-lit Marlboro when Brandon invited himself in with some trick Brian had and had forgotten long ago. When they realized they were caught, the tanned, shirtless Adonis bailed, but Brandon stayed behind.

"I hear you proposed to your boyfriend"

Brian doesn't deign to answer...just exhales slowly ogling his firm body in the rust tank top and distressed denim while debating the previous month's choices.

"I'm guessing he saw the writing on the wall and decided to save himself the embarrassment"

Still Brian says nothing enjoying this obvious attempt to get a rise out of him nor giving the slightest hint that it's working.

Brandon finally leaves and rejoins his companion on the dance floor downstairs and Brian steps out onto the catwalk to watch him. When they make eye contact, he raises a shot glass, takes it, and descends the stairs.

Brian takes Justin by the hand and they go back downstairs. Justin looks back over his shoulder at Brandon mouthing the word "Sorry" as they retreat.

"What was that?" Justin teases Brian as he gestures for a double of Jameson on the rocks.

Brian shrugs and pulls a look that unconvincingly says he's clueless.

"Where have you two been? This is supposed to be a celebration." Emmett walks over with his flavor of the minute. He polishes off the remnants of a Cosmo and drags Brian to the bar.

"I'd like you to meet Kyle...he's a Pisces and enjoys nude body painting."

"It's Kirk, actually...but everything else is true" he shakes everyone's hand.

"Ringa ding ding...looks like you lucked out, Blanche." Brian orders a round of everyone's favorites and a shot of Jack for each including Kirk.

"Tell me, Sunshine" Brian turns to Justin while they wait "Why don't you enjoy nude bodypainting...or even painting in the nude?"

"Who says I don't?" Justin flirts running his finger along the ridge of Brian's toned pecs. As he's about to continue, Ted and Blake return from wherever and Brian passes out drinks.

"To Liberty Belle Occasions and the lady at the helm...our Emmett".

"To Emmett" they all repeat in unison before drinking. Brian grabs Justin by his belt loops and kisses him hard sucking his tongue. Justin's eyes go wide as he exerts only half the effort to pull away.

"I believe we have an appointment..." Brian whispers into his ear. Without saying another word, Justin walks toward the back room once again while Brian trails sheepishly.

Brian makes his way to the back room and assesses the night's talent.

"Hey, Todd"

"Hey, Brian..."

Brian makes his choice and leans against the blue wall making a mental note to have the cleaning crew give the whole area a once over and refill the condom dispenser.

As a petit blonde kneels before him and takes hold of his zipper, Brandon walks over maintaining eye contact with Brian. The smaller blonde turns to service him, but he pushes his hand away and steps around him. He takes his place before Brian...

The feel of Justin's mouth brings him back to the present he longed for that night. The blue light in the distance washing out the hues before him. He again notices that the condom dispenser is almost empty and then runs a mental checklist of other items that need to be replaced or fixed.

Shit, I need to focus...

Brian reaches down running his hands through the shaggy blonde mass down front giving it a little tug as he feels himself about to come. Justin relaxes his throat so that Brian can thrust freely. He's out of practice and his eyes water as he gags several times before his airway is cleared and his mouth fills with warm sticky nectar. Brian drags him to his feet still gripping his hair and kisses him. They change places and Justin's eyes scan the room landing on two familiar forms concealed in the back. He closes his eyes as Brian takes him forcefully pinning his hands to his sides. Any thoughts he had of trying to work what he'd seen into conversation later were lost when he began his descent into total ecstasy. Brian works double time pushing Justin to the brink...

Without being told, Brandon slides a condom onto his waiting erection before being slammed against the wall. Brian tugs his pants down impatiently as he enters him forcefully, but still tentative enough to avoid injury. He reaches around hugging Brandon's body to his burying his face in his blonde hair. He squeezes his eyes shut imagining this is the one he loves and not a former enemy waiting to take his place at the top of the food chain. He covers Brandon's mouth muffling the groans that would threaten his auditory hallucinations.

Justin braces himself against the wall just to withstand the power of each thrust and they have little competition as the loudest as they come together.

"What's..." Justin struggles to catch his breath "gotten...into...you?"

"Are you complaining, Sunshine?" Brian pants into his ear then spins his partner so they're face to face.

"Not at all...just haven't...done... that since... we stole Ted's Viagra" he smiles up at him still not quite back to a normal heart rate. Brian kisses him sweetly stealing his recovered breath before they return to the bar.

When Brian and Justin return, Emmett and Kirk are in the center of the dance floor while the rest talk amongst themselves battling to be heard over the thumpa-thumpa. Justin's lips turn up slightly when Michael appears and leans into Brian trying to be heard over the oppressive beat while Ben climbs onto a platform to be the tofu in a go-go sandwich.

"Did you notice Kirk kinda looks like..."

"Drew Boyd? Yeah." Justin breaks in.

"I'd say more of a caricature" Brian quips taking a sip of his beer as his eyes land on Brandon.

Sometimes a vurtual likeness is better than an exact replica...it's less obvious.

"Obviously, he's a little leaner...but the face..." Justin and Michael continue crosstalking over Brian who rolls his eyes and drains his beer surveying the room before he interjects.

"Come, mon amour...let's dance" Brian pulls Justin away with no warning. The recognizable vocalizations of Kristine W. transform the mood.

They pick out a spot near Emmett, but keep a safe distance as he reaches full praise mode. Brian and Justin dance nose to nose smiling into each other's eyes as everyone else literally hops around them joining in for the eventual hook.

IF ONLY WE COULD SEE...THE WONDER OF IT ALL...AND ALL THAT WE COULD BE...IN A LIFETIME...

As Emmett moves closer belting it out, Justin wraps his arms around Brian's neck as they move as one sharing the same oxygen.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE...FOREVER IN MY HEART...AND LOVE WILL SET US FREE IF WE JUST TRY...

Brian mouths the words like Swayze in Dirty Dancing. By now, all four couples leave and return sporadically while also at the whim of the the guest of honor and his date.

"I could use another drink..." Emmett breaks the spell "Join me, Sunshine?" Kirk is close behind wearing a strangely satisfied look that makes Justin question what he missed while he was losing himself in Brian's eyes. The others are waiting at the bar...some now shirtless.

"You go ahead...I have some paperwork to sign then I'll meet you in the VIP lounge" Brian nuzzles Justin's nose with his own and gives his ass a squeeze. He watches with a goofy grin as Brian walks away cut off by Michael who turns looking at him with a serious look.

Haven't seen that look since he tried to get rid of me...

Justin follows Emmett and Kirk to the bar for Cosmos and another Jameson for himself. They have another toast to Emmett and discuss some ideas for Gay Prom.

An hour or so later, Michael and Ben stop on their way out to say goodbye.

"See you Sunday for brunch" Ben hugs Justin using the opportunity to whisper in his ear. "They've had their heads together all night." he motions to Brian and Michael over his shoulder "One of us is in for a surprise."

Justin gives him a knowing nod thanking him for the warning.

"I'll call you tomorrow" Emmett has gotten hoarse from screaming all night "We'll put together a real plan and get a sense of theme".

"It's breakfast at lunchtime, Em" Ted steps through "That IS the theme."

"What about Paris in Springtime?" Blake follows reaching for Ted's hand "I'll make a quiche".

"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Emmett slaps Ted on the arm while they all laugh.

Michael and Justin have an awkward exchange of fumbled hugs and a misplaced kiss.

"Are you guys going to chaperone the prom?" he tries to cover "I know Hunter's probably not into it, but..."

"Actually, Hunter is going to go, but Ben and I might take advantage of that time."

"Enough said" Justin cuts him off with a wave of his hand "Brian is going to be out of town so I wanted to have some friendly faces there."

"What am I...chopped liva?" Emmett does his best Barbra impression as he drapes himself over Justin's shoulder.

"I thought you'd ask Kirk" Justin rests his head against Emmett "The only thing worse than being dateless is being a third wheel."

"Don't I know it, honey" he spins his friend to look him in the eye "Why do you think I sought out Kyle in the first place?" Justin snickers holding up two fingers to the bartender.

"That's the only reason?"

"Well, he is gor-geous..." Emmett shifts his weight to reach for his drink refusing to release his grip on Justin.

"You guys seem to get along really well. You should ask him".

"You think?"

"Yeah...I'll be fine" Justin sips his drink and takes a long thirsty gulp before placing the rock glass on the illuminated bar.

"You smell good" Justin sniffs Emmett "What is that?"

"Juicy Couture" Emmett leans into Justin letting him sniff more "Got sprayed at the department store the other day and I kinda liked it".

"Brian wear Aqua Di Gio...and Drakkar Noir...or at least he used to. Not sure what he uses now but it's irresistible."

"That may be more absence that scent, honey" Emmett smiles slurping the remains of his drink through his adorable gap.

After more drinks and dancing, they eventually end up in the VIP lounge.

Kirk excuses himself and neither of them seems to notice until closing time when Brian comes to fetch Justin.

"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here" he turns to Emmett "Shall I have Virgil drive you home?"

"No, thank you, Brian. I'll just ride with Kyle" he looks around furrowing his brow "Have you seen him?"

"KIRK left about two hours ago...around the same time as Ted and Blake".

"Some people have no manners" Emmett storms off pulling on his faux fur in a huff on his way out the door. Brian and Justin both laugh. Just then Virgil, the man mountain with mahogany skin, appears to walk him out.

"On second thought..." Emmett pops his head back in "If you insist, it would be rude to decline such as generous offer." Emmett hooks his arm through Virgil's massive bicep and rests his head on his shoulder.

"Maybe you should have someone to go protect Virgil from Emmett" Justin turns reaching for his jacket.

"The man has a several black belts. He can handle himself" Brian grabs Justin's jacket tossing it back on the couch. Next he pulls his shirt over his head in one move and tosses it elsewhere kissing his neck. Justin speaks only in groans as Brian trails kisses down his lean torso maintaining a grip on his neck as they land halfway on the couch and the floor. Brian slips his thumb into Justin's mouth mimicking the gentle suction all over his taut abs and pelvis. Justin reaches down grabbing Brian's shirt from the back and tugs it off of him. Their lips reconnect and now they are all the way to the floor. The two wrestle for control before Brian gets Justin face down on the carpet running his tongue along his spine teasing that sensitive area just above the sweet spot that drives him crazy.

"Get on your knees" Brian orders before pulling Justin upright and holding his body against his own. He grabs him around the neck again tilting his head back so that they are once again locked in a passionate tradeoff of lips and tongues as he slides his hand inside Justin's jeans massaging his already stiffening cock. Brian releases his grip on Justin's slender neck long enough to retrieve a condom and tear it open with his teeth. He eases his lover onto all fours as he slips on the condom then pulls down Justin's jeans finding that he enlisted since last they were this familiar. A devious little smirk travels his broad pouty lips as he slides into the inviting divide.

"Ffff.." is all Justin can manage as he is filled with every inch Brian can offer. He arches his back pushing back against Brian as they set an agreeable pace. This time, they aren't fucking, they're making love their fingers intertwined as Brian manicured hands envelope Justin's almost completely.

"I love you" Brian whispers into Justin's ear repeatedly as they break together then dissolve into satiated moans as they lie on the floor sharing a post-coital cigarette.

They take the their time getting dressed undoing the whole process several times before finally moving on to turning off all the lights and locking up.

"Brian, who's car is that?" Justin points to a late model gunmetal BMW sitting in the alley.

"Looks like Brandon made other arrangements to get home" Brian wraps his arm around Justin and they walk past the vehicle observing it superficially before heading home for a late, late dinner and possibly another helping of dessert.