Darling it's ok
If you don't want to play
But why the hell did you come
All this way
Gettaway - Maxeen

JT.

Ok, I really hadn't expected him to kiss me.

I hadn't been prepared for it. I've never been prepared for someone to kiss me. I thought this would be a date where Brian wouldn't kiss me. Where we would only dance and where he'd be nice to me but, honestly, the thought of him kissing me tonight hadn't really passed my mind. Ok, that's a lie 'cause as soon as his hands started touching me all gentle and slow and as soon as I felt him get hard against, to my embarassment, my own hardening cock, the thought of him kissing me definitely crossed my mind. A million times because...how can you be dancing with someone you like, like this and not think about him kissing you? I don't even think that that's possible. But, still, I'll admit that I was kind of shocked when he finally did kiss me. My first ever kiss - one that I'll definitely remember.

I'm kind of too shocked to kiss him back at first. I mean, the feel of his mouth on mine alone is enough to put me into shock. He has soft lips. When my mouth finally does move against his his tongue takes advantage of it and slides into my mouth and crashes against my own. Not only does he have extremely soft lips - he tastes fucking good too, which is a definite, major plus. I'm not sure who does it but one of us stops dancing first and I have a feeling that it was me who stopped but it doesn't matter 'cause Brian doesn't seem to mind that we're not dancing anymore and, instead, standing just as close as we were when we were dancing, lips hotly molding together and everything in me probably turning into mush because I'm having a really hard time thinking right now.

With his hands cupping my face and his mouth moving furiously but, somehow, gently against mine it's makes it hard to think.

When Brian Kinney is kissing you - yeah, everything's hard if you get my drift.

Then he pulls away and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed at the lack of contact. I realize, for the first time, that I'm gripping tightly onto the front of his shirt - probably to keep myself falling to the floor. It was intense - but I don't let go. I look up at him slighly confused as to why everything just had to end but I don't say anything. I don't want him to think I'm too eager.

"I'm sorry."

What the hell is he talking about?

"W-what? You are?"

"Well, no, not really."

I think I hear him laugh but I'm not sure. The music's really loud.

"I just...didn't mean to kiss you. Yet anyway."

I bet anything that I'm blushing. At least a little.

"O-oh."

"But, I guess you didn't mind?"

I smile slightly, shrug and choose not to answer him. Instead I wonder if we both look kind of stupid just standing here in the middle of the dancefloor while everyone else is dancing.

"Well?"

He pokes me and I squirm away from him except his hands are still latched onto me and I don't get very far. His arms wrap tight around my body and I can't really move but I don't exactly mind. He pokes me in the side again, with all his fingers this time, and I have to take it 'cause, like I said, I can't really move. He stops and when I stop laughing I tell him that I didn't mind it at all with my cheeks, for once, not turning a hundred degrees hotter. "Then, you wouldn't mind if I did it again?"

"I guess not."

"You guess?"

I grin, "No."

And he's kissing me again.

Michael groaned and turned around so that his back was now facing the two males making out in the sea of dancing people. Emmett turned with him while Ted wandered away a little. Emmett grinned and Michael could see why. This was probably his dream - seeing Brian kiss the blond twink in front of everyone and actually look like he liked the kid, which was impossible. Since when did Brian like people? He didn't like people. Especially ones that he was going to fuck. And, if Michael had to guess, Brian was very much interested in fucking Justin. Except, why the fuck would he like Justin. Michael looked over at Emmett with an exasperated sigh.

"It's just because he's blind."

Emmett raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

"He's only acting like he likes Justin because the kid's blind."

Or, that's what he was telling himself at least. Emmett smirked like he knew something Michael wasn't aware of at all. Michael glared at him. "What are you smirking at?" Emmett just shrugged and looked over his shoulder and then back at the brooding Michael.

"He's not only blind. He's extremely good to look at and has a nice ass. Plus, he's nice."

"Like Brian cares if he's nice or not."

"I sense some jealousy."

Michael groaned.

"What is there to be jealous about?"

Everything.

Emmett shrugged, small smile still on his face.

"Nothing, sweetie, nothing at all."

Micheal told himself that he agreed.

JT.

When Brian pulled away after another literally breath taking kiss, I put a little distance between us.

Things, for me anyway, are moving way too quickly.

"Are you alright?"

I quickly nod. I'm more than alright - I'm just totally inexperienced. And maybe even nervous. "I'm fine. Can you take me home?" Brian doesn't say anything for a minute and I think that maybe he didn't hear me and I'm about to ask him again except he finally speaks.

"We just got here."

"I-I know but...I don't really feel well..."

I feel his hand wrap around mine and then we're walking and I'm guessing he's leading me off the crowded dance floor and out of the club. When we stop I listen as he tells Michael, Emmett and Ted that he's taking me home. "Bye, sweetie! See ya soon!" Michael mutters a bye but he doesn't sound very happy in the process. Then I'm walking again and I wonder if Brian's kind of mad since he's walking kind of fast and he hasn't said anything to me yet. I decided to keep my mouth shut except to ask him to slow down because there are a lot of people and I'm kind of running into them harder than I would have liked. He says sorry and he immediatly slows down. He hadn't sounded very mad but, who knows. I sure don't and usually I can tell.

I stop him by grabbing his arm when he opens the jeep door for me.

"Are you mad at me?"

Shit - I sound more whiny than I had wanted to.

"No, Sunshine, I'm not mad."

That's that 'cause I hear him walk away and I slide into the jeep feeling slightly put out. It's not my fault that I'm nervous. That I'm inexperienced. That I have no idea how to handle physical action. I hear his door open and then shut and then the jeep begins to move and the ride to my house is silent. He must be mad. Why else wouldn't he be talking to me? I shift in my seat, slide down a little to make myself shorter and, maybe, less noticable.

Shitshitshitshit.

I probably blew it. I probably blew it big time.

What if he never talks to me again?

"We're here."

I only nod, don't look over in his direction, undo my seatbelt and open the car door. I pause, maybe to see if he'll say something to reassure me that he isn't mad and that he's just not in a talkative mood. He doesn't say anything so I get out and shut the door behind me. I was hoping that he might walk me to the front door at least but that's obviously not going to happen.

"Hey,"

He speaks. Swallowing, I turn around.

"You working tomorrow?"

I slowly nod, feeling realived that he's probably not mad at me after all.

Without saying anything in reply to my nod he drives off.