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Chapter Two: Reunion

"Justin?"

"Shit," He cursed under his breath, hearing the all-too familiar voice of Emmett. He really did love Emmett. Emmett was always kind to him. But, if Emmett was here, that meant the whole gang was probably close by.

"Emmett." Justin forced a smile as he turned around, letting the taller man pull him into a hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Wow baby, you look so much older, you've grown up so much! So what are you doing here in Pitiful Pittsburgh?" Emmett asked.

"Art show." Justin replied.

"Ooh!" Emmett clapped his hands. "Where?"

This was definitely not going as Justin had planned.

"The Casserman Gallery." Justin said, hoping Emmett had no clue where that was.

"Ooh, I held a party there once!" Emmett said, cheerfully.

So much for that idea.

"So when is this show being held?"

"Tuesday." Justin said, looking around to make sure he didn't catch sight of a certain auburn haired man.

"So whose this?" Emmett said, noticing Chase who was now standing beside Justin.

"Um, Chase this is Emmett. Emmett, Chase."

The too shook hands, Emmett smiling in his usual flirty way. He leaned down next to Justin's ear, "He's cute. Definitely a keeper."

Justin smiled. Maybe it wasn't so bad running into Emmett after all.

"Why don't you two head over to Woody's with me? I'm supposed to meet Ted there." Emmett spoke, grabbing Justin by the arm.

"Well I don't know…"

"Honey, trust me, you won't run into Brian. He spends all of his nights in the backroom here."

He hated that Emmett knew exactly what he was thinking, but smiled and nodded anyway, grabbing Chase by the hand as the three headed out of Babylon and towards another place full of many memories, some of which Justin didn't want to remember.

"Emmett, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Emmett replied, looking over at Justin questioningly.

"Don't tell Brian I'm here."

Emmett put a hand to his chest, as if he was genuinely hurt, "Now why would I dream of doing that?"

Justin laughed as the three headed into Woody's. Sure enough as Emmett had said, Ted was the only one in sight. He was standing over by the pool table alone, a beer held in his hand.

The three approached Ted, who looked surprised when he saw Justin.

"Never thought I'd see you again." Was his greeting.

"Nice to see you too." Justin laughed. He looked over at Chase, introducing Ted and Chase. Again, Chase earned a flirty smile, and a handshake.

"So what brings you to this neck of the woods?" Ted asked, leaning back against the pool table.

"Ooh, he's having an art show at the Casserman gallery." Emmett responded for him.

"Ahh, finally making it big time with your art?" Ted asked, taking a slow sip of his beer.

"Yeah. Guess I am." Justin shrugged.

"You guess?" Chase said. "He just had two showings in New York and sold over a hundred pieces."

"Wow!" Emmett replied. "That's fabulous!"

Justin shrugged, "Well, it's what I do."

"I always knew you'd become a famous artist someday!" Emmett spoke.

Justin smiled, "Well I wouldn't say that."

Brian groaned, pushing the trick's mouth away from his dick. "Would you stop fucking using you teeth?!" He growled, stalking away and out of the backroom. There just seemed to be no one fuckable in sight tonight, which angered Brian.

Walking around the club, he started to check out the guys. Even when they were dressed there seemed to be no fuckable guys in sight. Brian rolled his eyes, stalking towards the door of Babylon. Maybe it'd be better to get out of here tonight. Maybe he'd find a fuckable guy somewhere else.

Ignoring the interested glances being thrown his way as he walked down the street, he headed towards Woody's, wondering if anyone fuckable would be there tonight. Or even if some of his friends were there that would be okay. Just something to entertain him.

He sighed, pulling open the door to Woody's. Spotting Emmett and Ted talking to some guy's, one with shaggy blonde hair, and one with shaggy brown, Brian stalked over to them. Maybe one of them would be worth fucking.

What he didn't expect to find though was the one person he had kicked out of his home and life four years before.

"Justin." Was all he managed to get out, starting to feel a little nauseous. Maybe it was all the vodka shots he had earlier at Babylon?

Justin turned around his eyes wide, managing to get out only one word also, "Brian."

TBC...