The message on Michael's call phone was beginning to sound less cute come the fifteenth time Brian dialed. "Come on, Mikey," Brian sang into the receiver. He paused. "I'm gonna fill your fucking mailbox if you don't return my Goddamn calls." Brian sighed, hanging up his phone. This was pointless and for Brian Kinney to admit defeat, it had to be a cold day in hell. But, if the weather in Pittsburgh could hit below freezing when it wasn't even winter yet, there was a very good possibility that Satan was wearing a sweater. Brian felt defeated.

Standing from his computer, Brian made his way over to the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of Evian, holding it in his hand for a moment before replacing it again. What the hell am I sitting around for', he thought. It's Saturday night for fuck's sake.' And what better way to clear his mind than to hit the backroom at Babylon?

Brian headed for the door, grabbing his coat, flipping the lights off on the way out.

"I've never seen anything like this before." Emmett said, standing with Ted in Babylon. "Not in about a million years at least." Emmett practically gleamed with excitement. "The third date... we should have talked to him."

"Michael is a big boy, I think he knows proper dating etiquette." Ted said. He looked out over the crowded dance floor.Brian was just making his way in, already seemingly high. "Look who's here."

Emmett looked over. "Did you really think he would be able to stay away?" he said. "Even after everything with Michael."

Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream

Brian pushed his way through the crowd. Each guy he passed would stop to take a look at the stud of Liberty Avenue, but Brian wasn't stopping. He headed straight for the backroom, he'd find a good fuck once he was in there. Something to take his mind off of everything that was going on with Michael.

Michael deserves to be happy' Brian thought. Not with David Cameron... shit, way to go, Kinney you stupid fuck.' Brian walked into the backroom, eyes wandering, checking out every guy back there. A lot of them he had had already and he wasn't about to have them again, give them the wrong idea. After all, Brian Kinney didn't do boyfriends and he didn't believe in love... except when it came to Mikey.

Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made

He couldn't understand what the hell was going on with him. Fighting with Michael shouldn't do this to him, make him completely uninterested in even standing in the backroom. Brian brushed it off, grabbing hold of an unsuspecting guy and pulling him closer, staring him down, letting his eyes speak.

Brian leaned his back against the wall as the trick descended to his knees. Brian threw his head back, eyes shutting trying to erase it all, trying to get caught in the moment but his mind only wandered back.

"Jesus Christ, Brian," Michael had been standing in front of him. "Can't you go ten fucking minutes without a blow job?"

Brian looked at Michael through the slits in his eyes, unable to open them any further. "I can't be held at fault if they want to get their hands on me," he said.

Michael shook his head with a sigh. "I'm hungry," he said. "And I'm tired. I want to go home. I'm not waiting all night for you."

Brian's eyes were wide open as he recalled the encounter. Michael always said he wasn't going to wait, yet he always did. Never once did he leave Brian to fend for himself.

"Alright, that's enough" Brian said, pushing the other man's head away.

"We're just getting started."

"Listen to me," Brian said. "I'm finished. I'm done with you. Get it through your head and get the fuck out of my way."Brian pushed his way out of the backroom, heading for the door. It was already early morning, but he wasn't about to go home. He didn't need to lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling thinking about exactly what had been on his mind all night. Michael. Michael wasn't going to say another word to him and Brian didn't want to imagine that.

He simply began to walk, walking to nowhere in particular. The cold wind blew and Brian pulled his jacket closed tightly, arms wrapped around himself. He didn't want to even see the Loft. It was going to be a long night.