Author's Notes:
Well this is the second installment of DT, and I have to say that I was really shocked with all the kind comments that I received for the first chapter and I would like to say thank you, because it is the reason that this fic will continue! Now, I would like to also thank my new beta-reader Darren, self-proclaimed Grammar Nazi, for his great skills and objective comments! Luv ya babe!
Disclaimer: Although I love them bunches, the beautiful ones of Queer as Folk don't belong to me. That right goes to Showtime, Cowlip, and other entities that don't deserve them :p
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I have upped Justin's age a bit so that it would fit my story and since this is FANFICTION I can do it anyway, so there! ^_~
"dialogue"
/thoughts/
Darling Twink 2/?
by Pleasure Principle
Rating: R
Archive: B&J.com, ATP, and anywhere else...just ask ^_~
Email: dream_chan@hotmail.com
Karma is a Bitch
In an upscale neighborhood located in the outskirts of Pittsburgh, a young woman sat at a table of a fashionable cafe, waiting for someone to join
her. Luckily, her wait wasn't long, as a young man jogged up to the table, gave her a peck on the cheek, and greeted her in their normal fashion.
Giving her his trademark smile, he happily yelled, "Hey Brat!"
Smiling, she waited 'til he sat down and leaned over to give him a kiss of her own.
"Hey J." Noticing that her friend was adjusting more than needed in his chair, she could take a good guess at what made him almost an half hour late, but decided to tease him a bit.
"So what's the excuse this time? And it better be good, since you are late to a long overdue breakfast with your best friend."
"Oh, believe me. It was worth it! A little over six feet tall, lean build, silky hair, and hazel eyes to drown in," he finished dreamily, before his peace was shattered abruptly.
"Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that he stayed all night? Since when has
that been allowed?" Ever since the Hamilton incident, Justin having someone spend the night was unheard of.
"Shut up! Besides, I haven't told you the best part."
Leaning across the table, she bounced in her seat, glad to see that smile she
missed so much on her friend's face again.
"Well, out with it."
If possible, his smile got even larger. "It was the infamous Brian Kinney."
Raising her eyebrow, she demanded quizzically, "Who's that?"
Forgetting that Daphne didn't know the ins and outs of gay Pittsburgh, he decided to make it a bit clearer. "I guess you could say he's the 'King Stud' of Liberty Avenue," and he smiled a little as he took another huge
gulp from his tall glass of milk.
"Was he everything that they said he was?"
"That and then some. Fuck Daph! It was simply amazing!" he gushed, letting the woman know that this Brian Kinney person was someone she definitely wanted to meet. Anyone that could get that reaction from Justin was someone
with serious skills.
"Does this mean that you will be seeing him again?" she asked hopefully,
With a shrug of his shoulders, he replied noncommittally. "Probably not."
Not able to hold back her frustration, she couldn't help herself. "Why?"
"Because from what I heard we both have the same policy. No two-time tricks." He regret to tell Daphne that was one of the main reasons he had sought him out in the first place.
"Oh, that's right. Another one of those new 'stupid' rules you've made up for yourself. Speaking of which, has the stupid fuck tried to contact you since you've been back?" she asked snidely, and instantly regretted it when she saw the bright smile disappear from Justin's face.
Acting on instinct, she reached over and placed her hand over his, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorr-"
Giving her hand a squeeze back, Justin gave her a small smile to let her know that no severe damage was done. "No. It's alright. I guess it's still a bit hard, ya know?"
Yeah, she knew alright. Daniel Hamilton, or Danny to his friends.
Successful author...great personality...funny....handsome as hell...and a lying cheating bastard that broke her Jussie's heart. When she had first met him, she was happy for her friend. Hell, even the ten-year age difference didn't bother her....well, not that much.
As time went on, she had even forgotten about that, just happy that her friend was happy.
Then it all fell to shit.
She remembered when Justin had called her in the middle of the night to ask if she could come get him. Hearing the sobs, and never thinking about the fact that it would be a eight-hour trip, she threw on some sweats, sneakers, grabbed coat, wallet, keys, and ran out the door. Six and a half hours later found her in front of Justin's New York apartment door, terrified at the state the place was in.
Clothes everywhere. Glass on the floor. Books and other things ripped off the shelves.
Looked like Goliath himself had had a major tantrum, and amongst the ruins stood Justin, destroying anything within arms reach.
Not missing a step, she calmed him down, dried his eyes, then helped him pack up all his belongings as quickly as possible, so he wouldn't have to stay in the apartment that was haunted with the ghost of his now former lover.
During the long ride home, the worried girl was able to get the story. Of how Justin had walked into the apartment that he shared with his boyfriend of three years, intent on celebrating the anniversary of when they met.
Of how he was planning on telling him that he had decided to stay in New York, refusing the position he was offered back home in Pittsburgh.
Of how he had decided to ask the man he loved to be his partner for eternity. Of course, he wanted to surprise him, so he had kept all of this to himself.
Imagine the 'surprise' when he walked in on and saw his 'partner' and some nameless trick fucking like rabbits in THEIR bed, moaning and groaning for all they were worth.
Then to make it even more twisted, Danny waited till he came to kick the trick out. Then after the trick left, the fucker just put on some clothes and walked out to places unknown, leaving his lover to ponder what the hell had happened.
After hearing all this, the furious girl was ready to turn the car back and whip some 'Dannyboy' ass, but her sad friend told her it would be a waste of time and effort. Besides, he wanted nothing to do with him. He wanted to cut all ties.
And cut them he did...starting with the old Justin and replacing it with one that didn't smile or laugh as much, one that only cared about fucking a guy then moving on to the next; one that began to look out for himself instead of others.
For all the things she hated Daniel Hamilton for, she cursed him to the deepest pits of hell for that alone.
Not wanting to dwell on that asshole longer than necessary, she piped up, "So, how are things going with you? Finally settled into your place, after what...three months?"
Biting into a fresh and hot cinnamon bun, he said, "Yeah. After going through all those negotiations with the landlord, I made my usual 'alterations' and now it's perfect." Licking the icing that stuck to his upper lip like a child, he asked, "You coming over soon?"
Nodding, she took a bite of her own breakfast. "Sure, but I'll call first. Don't want to have a repeat of what happened last time, do we?"
Wincing at that particular memory, he groaned. "You'll never forget
that, will you?"
"Nope. I wouldn't be a good best friend if I did," she chuckled at the
put upon expression of the blonde boy across the table.
Taking another bite of the warm pastry in front of her, she started digging deeper.
"So how is the new whiz kid doing in the real world?"
"Never better. As a matter fact, I will be starting my first major
assignment next week. Can you believe that I even get an expense
account?" he laughed, fairly jumping in his seat at the thought of spending
someone else's money for once.
"Hmm, I guess all the restaurants in the tri-state area are going to
show a phenomenal increase in profits, huh?"
"Fuck you!" the blonde exclaimed, still smiling in megawatt mode.
"We tried it, remember? And I seem to recall that it didn't work out
that well, so I'll pass on the offer...thanks anyway," she responded to his
outburst smugly, loving the ease that they always seemed to have with
each other.
Seeing the look his best bud was sporting, Justin could tell that she
felt the same way he did. "Gods, I missed you Daph."
"I missed you too, Jussie." she warmly replied, calling him the nickname
she had dubbed him with when they were five.
"How things are with you? I mean, we've been sitting here for almost a
half-hour talking about my adventures and I have yet to hear about any
of your 'getting dick' pursuits.
Screwing up her face, she tried to act offended by his demand." You are
such a nasty boy."
"I try sweetie. Now give me some information, before I tell your mother
what I walked in on last Labor Day..."
Remembering that particular risqué incident, Daphne couldn't help but
mutter, "Wait, let me change that to asshole."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. Now tell me all about it," and thus began another outrageous conversation between the two friends, each enjoying their time together.
~~~~~~~~~~
Downtown Pittsburgh.
Frick Building.
15th Floor. Conference Room A
Among the people seated at the mahogany table, no one looked more
attentive than Brian Kinney. Although, if one could read his thoughts, they would
be surprised at how talented an actor he was.
/I wonder if he realizes that I haven't heard a word he said yet.../ thought the bored ad executive, bending yet one more paper clip out of shape. Seeing that his boss nowhere close to losing steam, he sighed and settled back in the plush seat, getting comfortable to let his mind wander to other things.
Well, the one thing...person that had been on his mind since last
weekend.
Justin.
Ever since that night, he hadn't been able to get the blonde out his
head. Not to say that he hadn't fucked anyone else, but the image of those
eyes, hair, and smile would just piss him off because they wouldn't leave him
alone.
What pissed him off even more was that he was beginning to act like a
teenager. He didn't even want to remember the times when he had pulled
out the cell number and gone to the phone to dial, only to stop or hang up
right before it started ringing.
This was too un-Kinney-like for his taste.
"Now I would like to introduce you to the consultants I called in to
help with this campaign. They are with the Keller Group, so please try to
make them welcome." Going to the door, Ryder opened it and made a motion for
someone to come in. In the next few seconds, Brian's eyes widened as four people trooped into the room. Usually new people wouldn't get a such a reaction from him, but this was a special case because standing directly in front of him was none other than his 'darling twink' from the
past weekend.
Putting his stone mask back on, he took covert glances at the smiling
blonde, trying to rein in the urge to leap over, flip his little adorable
bubble-butt on the table and give him a 'proper' welcome to the firm.
But he doubted that Ryder would appreciate it much.
"Now I would like to introduce our temporary additions to the team.
First, we have Jen Parrot-" he blanked out once again, taking inventory of the third person to enter the conference room. Blonde hair styled in that chic messy look that seemed to be the rage, familiar blue eyes filled with awareness, deep blue shirt with a silk tie of the same color, black tailored slacks that seemed to hug his lithe form, and shiny pair of black Kenneth Coles.
Seems the mysterious twink also had some fashion sense.
"This is Justin Taylor and he will be working in our art department."
Turning towards Brian, he continued, "Kinney, you and him will be working closely in terms of creating the image for this campaign, so please try not to burn him out to quickly," Ryder droned on, shooting Brian a dubious glance.
/I seriously doubt that.../ Brian thought mischievously, thinking back to that night he spent with the energetic graphics consultant.
After that, the meeting seemed to speed by, Brian growing more and more impatient to main event of reuniting with young man standing in front of him.
As soon Ryder adjourned the meeting and gave the signal to personally introduce themselves to the new arrivals. Waiting for Justin to be alone, Brian made his move set in full predator mode.
"Well, isn't this a coincidence?" was his opening gambit to get his new co-worker's attention, eager to see his reaction.
With an amused look on his cherubic face, Justin grinned. "If you say so."
"So?"
"What?"
Not satisfied with the conversation so far, Brian thought it was time to be a little more overt. "Nothing, just wondering how this is going to work out..."
"I don't see the big problem here," came the nonplussed answer, throwing
Brian off a bit.
He would have thought that the twink would feel a little
apprehensive about working together, but instead acted as if he couldn't
have cared either way.
And for some strange reason, this made Brian pissed, so in
true Kinney fashion, he told himself that it was time to push things
along.
"So, you don't mind that while you're showing me mock ups for a new
campaign, that I will be having flashbacks of how I made you scream that
night, or how I was able to bend you in positions that could get you a
job in any circus..." he said calmly, although there was an undercurrent of
sensuality laced with it.
Justin just smiled, getting a kick out of seeing this man trying to get
him worked up. If he only knew he was wasting his time.
Giving the hazel-eyed man a measuring look of his own, Justin asked "Is
this some new type of flirting that I don't know about?"
Shaking his head at the boldness of this young man, Brian began to play along.
"No. Just telling you what might happen so that you can...be prepared for it..." he
"Well thanks for the heads up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet the rest of the team," he turned around, before Brian's voice stopped him.
"No problem. Will you be coming to the brainstorming session?"
Looking over his shoulder, he smirked, "I don't know. I prefer coming under the sheets, but...to each their own, right?" and off the other man went, Brian's eyes glued to the motion of the slight back and forth motion of the young man's ass. Shaking his head, Brian gathered his things and walked out the conference room with a small smile on his face. Walking down the hall to his office, Brian couldn't help but think that maybe the vacation he was planning could be put on hold.
It looked like there were enough fun things to do right in the Pitts.
tbc....
So, was this a good follow-up or what? Lemme know what you think!
See u next time ^_^
Pleasure Priciple
-the only one to follow
Well this is the second installment of DT, and I have to say that I was really shocked with all the kind comments that I received for the first chapter and I would like to say thank you, because it is the reason that this fic will continue! Now, I would like to also thank my new beta-reader Darren, self-proclaimed Grammar Nazi, for his great skills and objective comments! Luv ya babe!
Disclaimer: Although I love them bunches, the beautiful ones of Queer as Folk don't belong to me. That right goes to Showtime, Cowlip, and other entities that don't deserve them :p
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I have upped Justin's age a bit so that it would fit my story and since this is FANFICTION I can do it anyway, so there! ^_~
"dialogue"
/thoughts/
Darling Twink 2/?
by Pleasure Principle
Rating: R
Archive: B&J.com, ATP, and anywhere else...just ask ^_~
Email: dream_chan@hotmail.com
Karma is a Bitch
In an upscale neighborhood located in the outskirts of Pittsburgh, a young woman sat at a table of a fashionable cafe, waiting for someone to join
her. Luckily, her wait wasn't long, as a young man jogged up to the table, gave her a peck on the cheek, and greeted her in their normal fashion.
Giving her his trademark smile, he happily yelled, "Hey Brat!"
Smiling, she waited 'til he sat down and leaned over to give him a kiss of her own.
"Hey J." Noticing that her friend was adjusting more than needed in his chair, she could take a good guess at what made him almost an half hour late, but decided to tease him a bit.
"So what's the excuse this time? And it better be good, since you are late to a long overdue breakfast with your best friend."
"Oh, believe me. It was worth it! A little over six feet tall, lean build, silky hair, and hazel eyes to drown in," he finished dreamily, before his peace was shattered abruptly.
"Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that he stayed all night? Since when has
that been allowed?" Ever since the Hamilton incident, Justin having someone spend the night was unheard of.
"Shut up! Besides, I haven't told you the best part."
Leaning across the table, she bounced in her seat, glad to see that smile she
missed so much on her friend's face again.
"Well, out with it."
If possible, his smile got even larger. "It was the infamous Brian Kinney."
Raising her eyebrow, she demanded quizzically, "Who's that?"
Forgetting that Daphne didn't know the ins and outs of gay Pittsburgh, he decided to make it a bit clearer. "I guess you could say he's the 'King Stud' of Liberty Avenue," and he smiled a little as he took another huge
gulp from his tall glass of milk.
"Was he everything that they said he was?"
"That and then some. Fuck Daph! It was simply amazing!" he gushed, letting the woman know that this Brian Kinney person was someone she definitely wanted to meet. Anyone that could get that reaction from Justin was someone
with serious skills.
"Does this mean that you will be seeing him again?" she asked hopefully,
With a shrug of his shoulders, he replied noncommittally. "Probably not."
Not able to hold back her frustration, she couldn't help herself. "Why?"
"Because from what I heard we both have the same policy. No two-time tricks." He regret to tell Daphne that was one of the main reasons he had sought him out in the first place.
"Oh, that's right. Another one of those new 'stupid' rules you've made up for yourself. Speaking of which, has the stupid fuck tried to contact you since you've been back?" she asked snidely, and instantly regretted it when she saw the bright smile disappear from Justin's face.
Acting on instinct, she reached over and placed her hand over his, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorr-"
Giving her hand a squeeze back, Justin gave her a small smile to let her know that no severe damage was done. "No. It's alright. I guess it's still a bit hard, ya know?"
Yeah, she knew alright. Daniel Hamilton, or Danny to his friends.
Successful author...great personality...funny....handsome as hell...and a lying cheating bastard that broke her Jussie's heart. When she had first met him, she was happy for her friend. Hell, even the ten-year age difference didn't bother her....well, not that much.
As time went on, she had even forgotten about that, just happy that her friend was happy.
Then it all fell to shit.
She remembered when Justin had called her in the middle of the night to ask if she could come get him. Hearing the sobs, and never thinking about the fact that it would be a eight-hour trip, she threw on some sweats, sneakers, grabbed coat, wallet, keys, and ran out the door. Six and a half hours later found her in front of Justin's New York apartment door, terrified at the state the place was in.
Clothes everywhere. Glass on the floor. Books and other things ripped off the shelves.
Looked like Goliath himself had had a major tantrum, and amongst the ruins stood Justin, destroying anything within arms reach.
Not missing a step, she calmed him down, dried his eyes, then helped him pack up all his belongings as quickly as possible, so he wouldn't have to stay in the apartment that was haunted with the ghost of his now former lover.
During the long ride home, the worried girl was able to get the story. Of how Justin had walked into the apartment that he shared with his boyfriend of three years, intent on celebrating the anniversary of when they met.
Of how he was planning on telling him that he had decided to stay in New York, refusing the position he was offered back home in Pittsburgh.
Of how he had decided to ask the man he loved to be his partner for eternity. Of course, he wanted to surprise him, so he had kept all of this to himself.
Imagine the 'surprise' when he walked in on and saw his 'partner' and some nameless trick fucking like rabbits in THEIR bed, moaning and groaning for all they were worth.
Then to make it even more twisted, Danny waited till he came to kick the trick out. Then after the trick left, the fucker just put on some clothes and walked out to places unknown, leaving his lover to ponder what the hell had happened.
After hearing all this, the furious girl was ready to turn the car back and whip some 'Dannyboy' ass, but her sad friend told her it would be a waste of time and effort. Besides, he wanted nothing to do with him. He wanted to cut all ties.
And cut them he did...starting with the old Justin and replacing it with one that didn't smile or laugh as much, one that only cared about fucking a guy then moving on to the next; one that began to look out for himself instead of others.
For all the things she hated Daniel Hamilton for, she cursed him to the deepest pits of hell for that alone.
Not wanting to dwell on that asshole longer than necessary, she piped up, "So, how are things going with you? Finally settled into your place, after what...three months?"
Biting into a fresh and hot cinnamon bun, he said, "Yeah. After going through all those negotiations with the landlord, I made my usual 'alterations' and now it's perfect." Licking the icing that stuck to his upper lip like a child, he asked, "You coming over soon?"
Nodding, she took a bite of her own breakfast. "Sure, but I'll call first. Don't want to have a repeat of what happened last time, do we?"
Wincing at that particular memory, he groaned. "You'll never forget
that, will you?"
"Nope. I wouldn't be a good best friend if I did," she chuckled at the
put upon expression of the blonde boy across the table.
Taking another bite of the warm pastry in front of her, she started digging deeper.
"So how is the new whiz kid doing in the real world?"
"Never better. As a matter fact, I will be starting my first major
assignment next week. Can you believe that I even get an expense
account?" he laughed, fairly jumping in his seat at the thought of spending
someone else's money for once.
"Hmm, I guess all the restaurants in the tri-state area are going to
show a phenomenal increase in profits, huh?"
"Fuck you!" the blonde exclaimed, still smiling in megawatt mode.
"We tried it, remember? And I seem to recall that it didn't work out
that well, so I'll pass on the offer...thanks anyway," she responded to his
outburst smugly, loving the ease that they always seemed to have with
each other.
Seeing the look his best bud was sporting, Justin could tell that she
felt the same way he did. "Gods, I missed you Daph."
"I missed you too, Jussie." she warmly replied, calling him the nickname
she had dubbed him with when they were five.
"How things are with you? I mean, we've been sitting here for almost a
half-hour talking about my adventures and I have yet to hear about any
of your 'getting dick' pursuits.
Screwing up her face, she tried to act offended by his demand." You are
such a nasty boy."
"I try sweetie. Now give me some information, before I tell your mother
what I walked in on last Labor Day..."
Remembering that particular risqué incident, Daphne couldn't help but
mutter, "Wait, let me change that to asshole."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. Now tell me all about it," and thus began another outrageous conversation between the two friends, each enjoying their time together.
~~~~~~~~~~
Downtown Pittsburgh.
Frick Building.
15th Floor. Conference Room A
Among the people seated at the mahogany table, no one looked more
attentive than Brian Kinney. Although, if one could read his thoughts, they would
be surprised at how talented an actor he was.
/I wonder if he realizes that I haven't heard a word he said yet.../ thought the bored ad executive, bending yet one more paper clip out of shape. Seeing that his boss nowhere close to losing steam, he sighed and settled back in the plush seat, getting comfortable to let his mind wander to other things.
Well, the one thing...person that had been on his mind since last
weekend.
Justin.
Ever since that night, he hadn't been able to get the blonde out his
head. Not to say that he hadn't fucked anyone else, but the image of those
eyes, hair, and smile would just piss him off because they wouldn't leave him
alone.
What pissed him off even more was that he was beginning to act like a
teenager. He didn't even want to remember the times when he had pulled
out the cell number and gone to the phone to dial, only to stop or hang up
right before it started ringing.
This was too un-Kinney-like for his taste.
"Now I would like to introduce you to the consultants I called in to
help with this campaign. They are with the Keller Group, so please try to
make them welcome." Going to the door, Ryder opened it and made a motion for
someone to come in. In the next few seconds, Brian's eyes widened as four people trooped into the room. Usually new people wouldn't get a such a reaction from him, but this was a special case because standing directly in front of him was none other than his 'darling twink' from the
past weekend.
Putting his stone mask back on, he took covert glances at the smiling
blonde, trying to rein in the urge to leap over, flip his little adorable
bubble-butt on the table and give him a 'proper' welcome to the firm.
But he doubted that Ryder would appreciate it much.
"Now I would like to introduce our temporary additions to the team.
First, we have Jen Parrot-" he blanked out once again, taking inventory of the third person to enter the conference room. Blonde hair styled in that chic messy look that seemed to be the rage, familiar blue eyes filled with awareness, deep blue shirt with a silk tie of the same color, black tailored slacks that seemed to hug his lithe form, and shiny pair of black Kenneth Coles.
Seems the mysterious twink also had some fashion sense.
"This is Justin Taylor and he will be working in our art department."
Turning towards Brian, he continued, "Kinney, you and him will be working closely in terms of creating the image for this campaign, so please try not to burn him out to quickly," Ryder droned on, shooting Brian a dubious glance.
/I seriously doubt that.../ Brian thought mischievously, thinking back to that night he spent with the energetic graphics consultant.
After that, the meeting seemed to speed by, Brian growing more and more impatient to main event of reuniting with young man standing in front of him.
As soon Ryder adjourned the meeting and gave the signal to personally introduce themselves to the new arrivals. Waiting for Justin to be alone, Brian made his move set in full predator mode.
"Well, isn't this a coincidence?" was his opening gambit to get his new co-worker's attention, eager to see his reaction.
With an amused look on his cherubic face, Justin grinned. "If you say so."
"So?"
"What?"
Not satisfied with the conversation so far, Brian thought it was time to be a little more overt. "Nothing, just wondering how this is going to work out..."
"I don't see the big problem here," came the nonplussed answer, throwing
Brian off a bit.
He would have thought that the twink would feel a little
apprehensive about working together, but instead acted as if he couldn't
have cared either way.
And for some strange reason, this made Brian pissed, so in
true Kinney fashion, he told himself that it was time to push things
along.
"So, you don't mind that while you're showing me mock ups for a new
campaign, that I will be having flashbacks of how I made you scream that
night, or how I was able to bend you in positions that could get you a
job in any circus..." he said calmly, although there was an undercurrent of
sensuality laced with it.
Justin just smiled, getting a kick out of seeing this man trying to get
him worked up. If he only knew he was wasting his time.
Giving the hazel-eyed man a measuring look of his own, Justin asked "Is
this some new type of flirting that I don't know about?"
Shaking his head at the boldness of this young man, Brian began to play along.
"No. Just telling you what might happen so that you can...be prepared for it..." he
"Well thanks for the heads up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet the rest of the team," he turned around, before Brian's voice stopped him.
"No problem. Will you be coming to the brainstorming session?"
Looking over his shoulder, he smirked, "I don't know. I prefer coming under the sheets, but...to each their own, right?" and off the other man went, Brian's eyes glued to the motion of the slight back and forth motion of the young man's ass. Shaking his head, Brian gathered his things and walked out the conference room with a small smile on his face. Walking down the hall to his office, Brian couldn't help but think that maybe the vacation he was planning could be put on hold.
It looked like there were enough fun things to do right in the Pitts.
tbc....
So, was this a good follow-up or what? Lemme know what you think!
See u next time ^_^
Pleasure Priciple
-the only one to follow