I want you
And everything you say just makes me want you
And every single day I just want you in every single way i just want you
And I'm just lost
I Want You – Basement Jaxx

BK

Michael hadn't been too happy when I told him, five minutes before I was leaving it pick the blond up, that Justin was going to be joining us. Thank god the two of us were talking over the phone or I'm sure Michael would have committed some act of violence against me. But he had settled with yelling me ear off, scolding me on taking a blind kid into a club full of hormonal perverted men. I mean, seriously, he's going to be with me and, when someone's with me, they get left alone. I had told him that but Michael had only muttered a 'whatever' and then we had hung up together.

If I had to guess – there's probably an entire other reason why he doesn't want Justin to go. Either he has a huge crush on Justin and doesn't want to see Justin with me or he still has a huge crush on me and he doesn't want to see Justin with me. Either way, it doesn't matter because Justin is still definitely coming with me and, I can assure everyone, nothing is going to happen to his fuckable self while he's with me. I take one last look at myself in the mirror before I head out of my loft. I know it doesn't matter how I look – he can't even see me and how good I look but, that doesn't matter.

I can pretend he'll know.

I hurry out of my loft, down the slow as hell elevator, and into my jeep. I thank the gods that there isn't any traffic and I speed along to Justin's house, get out, and go as far to knock on the door. I'm so fucking polite. His mom answers the door and I'm a little caught off guard. I hadn't really planned on talking to his mother. I've never talked to anyone's mother before, well, you know what I mean. She smiles at me and, "You must be Brian." I quickly nod, not sure what to say. Shouldn't she be freaking out about some old man taking her seventeen-year-old son out late at night? "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor."

I hold out my hand and she shakes it, warm smile on her face and she invites me in. Shit – why the hell is she inviting me in? Where the hell is Justin? He needs to get his ass out here and save me from this. I follow her inside. Her home is cozy, comfortable and anyone coming in can tell right away that she's well off. I notice that, out of all the pictures hanging up and sitting around, Justin's dad isn't in any of them. Then I suddenly realize that he's never even talked about his father. I've never heard anything about him before. I push away my burning curiosity to know and sigh in relief when I see Justin suddenly appear around a corner, small smile on his face.

How does he manage to dress so…hot?

He's blind. He can't see. So, however he got on those too-tight blue jeans and that tight deep blue tank top is a question I would really love to have answered. "Hey, Brian." I manage a hey in his direction since I still feel slightly awkward with his mother standing right there. I swallow and shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and hope that she releases us from her clutches soon. "Justin - - be careful." He rolls his eyes, sauntering towards us, small smile on his face. "I'll be fine, mom." He hugs her and kisses her on the cheek and then he's "looking" up at me.

"Ready to go?"

He quickly nods, says one last goodbye to Jennifer, and we're out.

JT

I had had the hardest time getting my mom to let me go anywhere with Brian. For one, she had pointed out that there was a huge age difference. She had fucking flipped when I told her how old he was – six years older than me. Twenty-three – There was no way, she had said, in hell that I was going out with a twenty-three-year-old. Never and that was that. Then I had made the point that it was Brian who had taken care of me when Chris had attacked me, which definitely lightened up her mood about Brian because, well, anyone who helped her son was her best-friend.

So, with some more arguing, she finally agreed to let me go.

Which was a huge move on her part that I will always thank her for, assuming that tonight goes well, which I really, really hope it does. Brian helps me into his jeep and then he gets into his seat. Even though I can do it myself he leans over and does my seatbelt for me too. It's probably just an excuse to get closer to me, though, I won't complain about it and I definitely won't say anything about it. I smile and tell him thanks and when he says your welcome I can hear the smile that's on his face and I thank God that things are good so far. Sure, it's only been like two minutes but, still, anything could have happened in those two minutes.

"Your mom's nice."

I grin – yeah, she is.

"She likes you."

"She likes me?"

I nod and grin over at him. "Yeah, because you took care of me. You know, that's the only reason I'm coming with you tonight." He doesn't say anything for a minute and then, "What? You're only going because I was nice to you?" I quickly shake my head no. Of course that's not why. God, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. "No, my mom wouldn't have let me go if she hadn't known that you were the one who helped me." We ride together in silence for a few minutes and, I'll admit, I'm nervous. I've never been to a club. I've never done anything that has to do with…anything. For god's sakes, I've never even had a boyfriend. I shift in my seat and begin twirling a strand of hair around my index finger.

"We're almost there."

"Who else is gonna be there?"

"A few of my friends."

I roll my eyes and smile a small smile over at him. "You're so specific." He laughs slightly and I feel us stop and I assume that we're there. "My best friend, Michael, you know him. Emmett and Ted." I don't know anything of Emmett and Ted, though, I'm sure I've probably heard them talking at the diner before. When I hear Brian open up his door I know we're there and I wait for him to come around and get my door. I could have gotten it myself but I find myself not wanting to do anything without Brian being, like, right there. This is unfamiliar territory to me. I've never been here. I can hear tons of people and I'm not going to risk getting run over or something. My door opens and I quickly undo my seatbelt with fumbling fingers.

"Are you alright?"

I quickly nod to assure him.

"I'm fine."

I feel his warm hand wrap around my wrist and he helps me out of the jeep and then he shuts the door. I'm not usually a clingy person – usually I'm fine with walking around by myself. Even when there are large crowds, like this one, but I cling tightly onto Brian's arm with both my hands anyway. Like I said, this is totally new to me. I don't know what kind of people are around here. There could be guys like Chris for all I knew who'd just love to take advantage of the pretty blond boy. And it would only get better for them when they realized that said pretty blond boy was blind. Yeah, I wasn't going to let that happen. I was going to totally rely on Brian to keep me safe, which I know he will.

"Here we go, Sunshine."

He starts walking and I match his steps, not putting one single space between us. Plus, people are kind of ramming into me as we walk so that just bangs me against him even more. He doesn't seem to mind either. He rearranges ourselves as we walk so that his arm is wrapped around my shoulder and both of mine are around his waist instead of his arm like before. I'll admit, it's more comfortable for the both of us but…I mean…should I allow this? What the hell - - of course I'll allow this. Then he stops and a deep voice says hello to Brian like he's an old friend. He probably is an old friend. It's the bouncer, Brian tells me and the man lets us inside and the pounding music that could be heard from the parking lot is even louder now.

The smell of drugs, alcohol, and sweat are intoxicating but Brian's cologne seems to cover up all of that, for which I'm glad. His cologne definitely tops all of the other scents that I'm getting a whiff of. I move my face closer to him, take a deep breath and hope to God that he doesn't realize that I'm smelling him. That'd be kind of embarrassing. Smelling people isn't something I usually do. Brian steers me along, arm tightening around my shoulders as we pass around people and then we stop. "We're at the bar with Michael, Ted and Emmett."

"Hey, sweetie! I'm Emmett!"

Yeah, I've definitely heard his voice before. I offer him a smile and hold out a hand, which he immediately takes and shakes. Michael says hi next and I quickly smile and say the same thing back. "And this is Teddy!" I hear a kind, yet kind of dull, hello and I offer him a smile. "Nice to meet you." Emmett bounds over next to me, I can hear him moving and then I feel him right next to me. "So, what brings you here?" I nod over towards Brian. "He invited me."

"Do you dance?"

I nod, small smile on my face. "Sure." Yeah, I dance in my room. With Daphne. I've never danced in front of tons of people though. Emmett lets out a whoop and tells me that we must dance. I hesitate – that meant actually going out there on the floor with all those people, right? He notices my hesitation because, "Don't worry; I won't let any of those men get to you." I smile and pry myself out of Brian's arms and let Emmett lead me out onto the packed floor. I mean, there are bodies everywhere, moving against me as we shove through to a semi-empty part of the floor. I don't know how any of this floor is able to be empty.

B.K

Michael glares at me.

"I can't believe you brought him here."

I try my hardest not to roll my eyes. It's not hard enough. "What? I thought you liked him?" Michael sighs, his eyes flying over to the dancing forms of Emmett and Justin. Justin can dance and I'm slightly jealous that Emmett gets to be the first to dance with him. Lucky bastard. But, soon enough, I'll hopefully be out there doing the bump and grind with the blond. I realize that I don't need to feel too jealous seeing as Emmett and Justin aren't doing anything close to grinding – they're just having simple fun. Michael looks back over at me, aggravated look on his face.

"I do like him."

"Then what's the problem? Blind kids get to have fun too."

He rolls his eyes at me.

"Do you think this is safe?"

"He's safe with me."

What does he not understand? No one messes with men that I'm with. Never. It's like an unspoken rule between me and everyone else here in the club. Michael scoffs. "Yeah, except that he's with Emmett right now and, by the looks of it, there are a few hungry eyes on your little blond right now." I look out onto the dance floor and, unfortunately, realize that Michael's right. There are. I set my bottle of beer on the bar and push myself away from Michael and Ted and watch as the two men advance on Emmett and Ted. God, the night has hardly even started and I'm already doing my 'Save the blond' thing.

"I'll be right back."

Putting on the hardest glare that I can muster up, I push roughly through the writing bodies not bothering to say sorry to the people that I've shoved. I only concentrate on getting to where Justin and Emmett are standing along with two men who look rather adamant on taking Justin somewhere with them. One of them even has Justin's wrist in his hand. No one grabs him except me – fucking fuckers. Practically growling – his mom will kill me if anything happens to him – I finally make it over there and grab Justin's arm and yank him back. The man immediately lets go, glaring.

"Hands off, asshole."

Emmett, to say the least, looks absolutely relieved. I don't blame him. The guys are huge. Justin looks, obviously, even more relieved then Emmett, which is saying a lot. "Fine, Kinney." The two men stalk off muttering a string of curse words as they do so and I look down at the blond who smiles up at me. "You have a weird habit of "saving" people." I sigh, "Yeah, lucky for you. What'd he say to you?" I glance over at Emmett who has long forgotten about the little encounter and has begun dancing around us again, keeping close by the whole time. Probably to eavesdrop.

"Nothing really - - except that he wanted to fuck my hot ass."

Is he joking? I can't tell. Then he grins.

"I'm kidding."

"Fuck you – what'd he really say?"

"He asked me if I was interested in sucking his cock."

"Seriously?"

Justin smiles again but nods. "Of course I'm serious. And I said no, of course." I roll my eyes. Shouldn't he be more shaken than this? Maybe it's because I'm here now. I take great pride in that. "Wanna dance with me now? After all, you're my date." He grins and nods. "You admitted it."

"Because no one would believe you if you told."

"You make a good point."

I grab both his hands in mine and pull him away from Emmett's hyperactive dancing form and bring him to the middle of the dance floor instead. "So, are you gonna dance with me or not?" He quickly nods his head, grin still on his face. "I'd love to dance with you." I'd love to dance with him too. I smile, hands slipping out of his and moving to wrap loosely around his waist and draw him closer towards my body, which he does eagerly. Probably to just get away from all the other bodies. He's been awfully clingy since we got out of my jeep, which I entirely understand. And I don't mind it at all either. His hands rest on the back of my neck, his eyes closed not that it matters anyway.

Our hips move together, probably my doing, but he doesn't pull himself away. He moves with me, bodies highly aware of each other. I slide my hands up from his waist to his wrists; his hands still on my neck and dare to rest my forehead against his. I don't know how much touching he's going allow me to do. Especially since my cocks starting to become very aware of the grinding that's going on between the two of us. He doesn't push back, lucky for me so I keep my forehead there. I continue moving my body against his own lithe smaller one, getting harder and harder by the second – he'd be able to feel it by now. Except I can, also, feel that I'm not the only one with the reacting dick.

My hands slide back down to his waist and I pull him tighter against my body, pray that he won't pull away and he doesn't. Though, his forehead does pull back, eyes now open, and cheeks pink. And, I swear, that it's purely on accident when I "accidentally" lean towards him and "accidentally" press my mouth against his and "accidentally" slide my tongue into his gasping mouth. It's definitely all an accident.

"They look so hot."

Michael glares at Emmett who's not trying to hide the fact that he's watching the two men on the dance floor. Michael had been watching too and he hadn't seen anything hot about it.

"No they aren't."

Ted leans forward so he can get a better view of Michael from around Emmett's leather clad form.

"Actually, they are pretty hot."

Rolling his eyes, Michael pays attention to his third bottle of beer and uses everything in him to not look out at the dance floor and over at his best friend and his best friends new adventure.