A while ago, if Justin had just showed up at my doorstep unannounced, my first reaction would've been, 'What do you want?' or 'What the fuck are you doing here?' But now, what I said first was, "Justin, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," he told me. "Can I come in?"
I was everything but convinced but let him in. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, you know, nothing special. I didn't think you'd be home."
"Yeah? Then why did you come?"
"Guess I hoped you would be."
"Yeah well, I've had a fucking headache all day." It *was* true, it was because of the headache that I hadn't gone to Woody's like Mikey had suggested. That and... I had figured Justin wouldn't be showing up since he had been with me the night before.
"I didn't mean to disturb you," he said quietly. He hesitated a bit but then sat down.
"You're not disturbing me. But, um... why exactly are you here?" I looked briefly at the papers on the table. Well, fuck work. I sat down too.
"Well, I... Shit, I don't want to talk about it." He looked at me, or at some part of my face, but not directly into my eyes.
I wanted to push it, but figured it wouldn't have done any good. Then a new thought struck me, and before I had time to stop myself, I asked, "Did you fight with your boyfriend?"
He lowered his gaze. There was some sort of a weird, sad smile on his lips. "How did you know?"
However, I didn't like that smile of his. I wanted his sunshine smile back. For fuck's sake. I tried to be playful and said, "It was my sixth sense."
He laughed a little, quietly, sadly. "He has a sixth sense too, you know. He knows we've been... I've been..."
"Cheating on him?" I offered. Fuck playful.
"Seeing you," he said and forced a smile. This time I even caught his eyes before he started to study his hands again.
Sorry, Justin, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's really none of my business if you cheat on him. "So what did he say?" C'mon Justin, did he say it was either him or me?
"That he... didn't want to have to share me. That he understood, but didn't want to share me."
"He kicked you out?"
He shrugged. How could he not know if his boyfriend had kicked him out? "I kind of stormed out before he had time to say more."
"I see." What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? Was he here to ask me if I'd take him back? Or was I just conveniently there? Whatever... or was he here to be fucked? I rolled my eyes before closing them. I was so fucking tired of all this hetero shit.
"Your head hurts, huh?" he asked. Well, duh!
"Yeah..."
I kept my eyes closed and heard him get closer. He started to rub my shoulders and neck gently. Jesus, I had missed that. He had such strong goddamn fingers... I moaned very quietly, just trying to encourage him to go on.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah..."
I was glad he didn't start to babble about that Ethan guy of his. I wouldn't have been able to take it. I wanted him so fucking badly. Now, if his boyfriend had kicked him out, did he want to come back to me? For fuck's sake, I couldn't even gather my strength and ask him! No one rejects Brian Kinney. No one, not even Boy Wonder. No one. If I had asked him and he had rejected me, I would have gone crazy. Yeah yeah... love. Fuck love. Fucking is so much more efficient. Speaking of which...
I covered his hand with my own and turned around to face him. I looked at him in the eye, as if I was asking for permission. He looked tired - but also like he wanted me. So I kissed him, softly first. Traced his lips, sucked on his tongue. I made him moan into my mouth. Justin, I love you. Come back to me.
That was the second time he spent the night.
~~~
I *definitely* needed someone to fuck. Someone to *really* fuck, nothing slow and sensual. Tonight, I needed it rough. Justin had gone back to his boyfriend in the morning, just thanking me for letting him stay with a kiss. We hadn't even had sex; he had left when I had still been half asleep. So I had showered, alone, gone to work and worked my ass off to make a fucking client change his mind about going to some other company. The same fucking client had also bitched at me for hours. Shit... Weekend had never seemed this far away, not even on fucking Monday.
So, whenever I needed a trick, it was Babylon I headed for. It was all about music there, almost naked men dancing with each other... it had never bored me like that. I wasn't interested in dancing. I wasn't interested in the men dancing. All I was interested in was a young blonde, even if he had the weirdest haircut ever. Whatever, I didn't care about people's hair. I wasn't a fucking hairdresser. But he had a nice ass, that's what I liked. I thought I'd take him with me, fuck him as long as I wanted to, then kick him out and, if I was lucky, get some sleep. Probably wouldn't. I didn't get enough sleep these days. Well, fuck sleeping. There are more important things to do. Like fucking.
I could remember when I had actually *enjoyed* choosing whom I would fuck and going to him and taking him home. Now, it seemed just boring. I just wanted to fuck him, without any crap. Maybe I could take him in the backroom? Fuck no, I felt like a bit of privacy. But, I had to convince him to come with me, so I flashed him my most charming smile and went to talk to him.
It was the first time in ages that I took a trick home. As I drove us to my loft, the trick started chitchatting about what a nice neighbourhood it was. I just rolled my eyes parked the jeep before getting out. I didn't look around, that was my mistake. If I had, I would've seen a bit disappointed Justin standing in the shadows, hoping I would see him. But no, I just pushed the trick into the building and followed him without looking back.
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"I'm fine," he told me. "Can I come in?"
I was everything but convinced but let him in. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, you know, nothing special. I didn't think you'd be home."
"Yeah? Then why did you come?"
"Guess I hoped you would be."
"Yeah well, I've had a fucking headache all day." It *was* true, it was because of the headache that I hadn't gone to Woody's like Mikey had suggested. That and... I had figured Justin wouldn't be showing up since he had been with me the night before.
"I didn't mean to disturb you," he said quietly. He hesitated a bit but then sat down.
"You're not disturbing me. But, um... why exactly are you here?" I looked briefly at the papers on the table. Well, fuck work. I sat down too.
"Well, I... Shit, I don't want to talk about it." He looked at me, or at some part of my face, but not directly into my eyes.
I wanted to push it, but figured it wouldn't have done any good. Then a new thought struck me, and before I had time to stop myself, I asked, "Did you fight with your boyfriend?"
He lowered his gaze. There was some sort of a weird, sad smile on his lips. "How did you know?"
However, I didn't like that smile of his. I wanted his sunshine smile back. For fuck's sake. I tried to be playful and said, "It was my sixth sense."
He laughed a little, quietly, sadly. "He has a sixth sense too, you know. He knows we've been... I've been..."
"Cheating on him?" I offered. Fuck playful.
"Seeing you," he said and forced a smile. This time I even caught his eyes before he started to study his hands again.
Sorry, Justin, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's really none of my business if you cheat on him. "So what did he say?" C'mon Justin, did he say it was either him or me?
"That he... didn't want to have to share me. That he understood, but didn't want to share me."
"He kicked you out?"
He shrugged. How could he not know if his boyfriend had kicked him out? "I kind of stormed out before he had time to say more."
"I see." What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? Was he here to ask me if I'd take him back? Or was I just conveniently there? Whatever... or was he here to be fucked? I rolled my eyes before closing them. I was so fucking tired of all this hetero shit.
"Your head hurts, huh?" he asked. Well, duh!
"Yeah..."
I kept my eyes closed and heard him get closer. He started to rub my shoulders and neck gently. Jesus, I had missed that. He had such strong goddamn fingers... I moaned very quietly, just trying to encourage him to go on.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah..."
I was glad he didn't start to babble about that Ethan guy of his. I wouldn't have been able to take it. I wanted him so fucking badly. Now, if his boyfriend had kicked him out, did he want to come back to me? For fuck's sake, I couldn't even gather my strength and ask him! No one rejects Brian Kinney. No one, not even Boy Wonder. No one. If I had asked him and he had rejected me, I would have gone crazy. Yeah yeah... love. Fuck love. Fucking is so much more efficient. Speaking of which...
I covered his hand with my own and turned around to face him. I looked at him in the eye, as if I was asking for permission. He looked tired - but also like he wanted me. So I kissed him, softly first. Traced his lips, sucked on his tongue. I made him moan into my mouth. Justin, I love you. Come back to me.
That was the second time he spent the night.
~~~
I *definitely* needed someone to fuck. Someone to *really* fuck, nothing slow and sensual. Tonight, I needed it rough. Justin had gone back to his boyfriend in the morning, just thanking me for letting him stay with a kiss. We hadn't even had sex; he had left when I had still been half asleep. So I had showered, alone, gone to work and worked my ass off to make a fucking client change his mind about going to some other company. The same fucking client had also bitched at me for hours. Shit... Weekend had never seemed this far away, not even on fucking Monday.
So, whenever I needed a trick, it was Babylon I headed for. It was all about music there, almost naked men dancing with each other... it had never bored me like that. I wasn't interested in dancing. I wasn't interested in the men dancing. All I was interested in was a young blonde, even if he had the weirdest haircut ever. Whatever, I didn't care about people's hair. I wasn't a fucking hairdresser. But he had a nice ass, that's what I liked. I thought I'd take him with me, fuck him as long as I wanted to, then kick him out and, if I was lucky, get some sleep. Probably wouldn't. I didn't get enough sleep these days. Well, fuck sleeping. There are more important things to do. Like fucking.
I could remember when I had actually *enjoyed* choosing whom I would fuck and going to him and taking him home. Now, it seemed just boring. I just wanted to fuck him, without any crap. Maybe I could take him in the backroom? Fuck no, I felt like a bit of privacy. But, I had to convince him to come with me, so I flashed him my most charming smile and went to talk to him.
It was the first time in ages that I took a trick home. As I drove us to my loft, the trick started chitchatting about what a nice neighbourhood it was. I just rolled my eyes parked the jeep before getting out. I didn't look around, that was my mistake. If I had, I would've seen a bit disappointed Justin standing in the shadows, hoping I would see him. But no, I just pushed the trick into the building and followed him without looking back.
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Author's notes: What's wrong with you people? Don't you have any opinion on my stories here? C'mon, let me know - review or e-mail me directly at tuuli1@nic.fi. Please! I'm begging you! There will be one more part... I think. :)