If we bathe in each other's hips
In other words, get close enough to stick
And I'll melt with you
And you can melt with me too
I Wanna Melt with You - Prince

As soon as Brian makes an appearance, as soon as his presence his known, he's looked at. How can a gay man that's right in the head not look at Brian Fucking Kinney? But Brian ignores all the eyes 'cause tonight he doesn't care about anyone else or anything else except getting Justin into his bed, which shouldn't be a hard task. The blond would probably beg him to fuck him as soon as Brian's fingers latched onto his pale, beautiful wrist and told him how much he wanted to fuck him. His eyes targeted on the man behind Justin and watched disgustedly as Justin actually let this man, he wasn't even good looking, grab the hem of the blond's shirt and throw it somewhere on the dance floor so that his pale, perfect body was displayed.

For all hungry eyes to see.

The man's hands weren't slow about traveling over ever square inch of Justin's perfect lithe body. At one point his hand even tried to slip down Justin's pants. Brian smirked when he saw that Justin wouldn't have any of that. The hand was swatted away and the man settled with touching skin that he was allowed. The man in front of Justin couldn't keep his mouth off of the blond. Understandable but it was really, really pissing Brian off for some unknown reason. Justin wasn't supposed to be here; face tilted upwards, lips parted and in a small smile of seductiveness, and looking fucking beautiful. Brian would have to tell Babylon to never let glitter fall from the ceiling again…well…when Justin was in here anyway.

And the fact that he was shirtless now, glitter falling deliciously all over his body, made everything hotter. Now all Brian had to do was replace the two guys with something else. Himself. Scowling as the man in front made a grab for Justin's perfect jean clad ass, Brian hurried forward. As soon as he made his presence known to the two men they both quickly fled. After all, everyone knows not to mess with Brian's territory. Smirk on his face, Brian sidled up in front of the dancing blond and placed two hands on his waist, thumbs sliding into Justin's belt loops and pulled him closer against his body. His blue eyes shot open, a look of 'who the hell do you think you are' on his face…until he saw who it was. A smile quickly replaced that look and his arms hung loosely around Brian's neck.

"You lost your shirt."

"Great observation."

Brian smirked at the blond's sarcastic tone of voice. A hand slid down the back of Justin's pants and he was hap-, no he wasn't happy, he was…fucking something, when Justin didn't slap his hand away. A hand on his ass, his fingers crept nearer to their destination, index finger teasing Justin's hole and drawing the blond's perspiring and slightly trembling body tighter against his. Justin looked so fucking hot. There was nothing hotter than his blue eyes getting all hazy, glassy and dilated. There was nothing hotter than Justin's lips parting and letting out little whimpers and 'please more' under his shaky breath. There was nothing hotter than Justin making a show of swallowing hard and tilting his head back as Brian's finger crept deeper into Justin's perfect, round ass.

There was nothing hotter than a horny Justin Taylor.

"I-I thought you said, oh fuck, things were over."

Brian chose not to answer that and thrusts his finger deeper. Justin clutched tighter to Brian's shoulders and Brian thought that maybe, just maybe, Justin might be too distracted to even remember he asked that question. "I t-thought you a-already had me, mmm, and you were d-done with me…" Or, maybe he wouldn't let the subject drop, no matter how horny the blond was. Brian didn't answer again. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't just tell Justin that he had been wrong, that he had been going fucking insane without Justin's ass around to fuck, that he had actually been feeling lonely and unsatisfied when his dick wasn't up Justin's ass…he couldn't say that.

He refused to.

Still holding on tight to his body, Justin's eyes fluttered open to reveal his hot dilated eyes. His tongue swiped over his lips and a small smile suddenly filtered onto his face. "You want me." No shit Sherlock. Brian only nodded, adding another finger inside Justin's ass, which was a hard thing to do since it was hard to move his hand inside Justin's extremely tight jeans but, somehow, he managed. Justin's hips shot forward, cocks ramming and both men groaning at the harsh but great contact. Brian's other hand splayed across Justin's back holding him there so he was sure that Justin couldn't get away, that their bodies would say stuck together like glue. Erections banging and rubbing against each other as the two continued to dance like Brian's finger wasn't up Justin's ass and that they really needed to fuck.

"You want me so fucking bad…"

Justin drew out the words 'so fucking bad' lips coming closer and closer with each word spoken until their lips were almost touching. Brian inched his head forward to make some much needed contact but Justin's head moved back out of reach and Brian shoved both fingers roughly into the man's ass for punishment…though Justin was probably enjoying this punishment way too much. The hand on Justin's back moved to his blond head, his fingers clenched into Justin's blond strands and yanked his head forcefully forward until their lips crashed together, teeth clanking, tongues tasting and lips devouring each other. Brian slid his hand out of Justin's pants and grabbed the waistband of Justin's jeans and began pulling him towards the backroom.

Until Justin pulled both of them to a stop.

"You aren't fucking me in there."

Brian let out an irritated sigh. He was fucking horny and he was being told that he couldn't fuck him in the backroom? Fan-fucking-tastic. This is ridiculous. "What?" Justin shrugged and Brian didn't know how Justin could just stand there with an impressive hard on pressed hard against his jeans and say no to sex just because he didn't want it in the backroom. "I'm won't let you fuck me in there like one of your cheap tricks." That said, the blond shoved Brian's hands off of his hips and disappeared into the crowd. "Fuck!" Brian had never been so sexually frustrated in his life. Growling, Brian headed in the direction that Justin had disappeared in and he saw his – His? Where the hell had that come from? – blond talking to Emmett who was flirting shamelessly.

Brian made his way over, glared at Emmett, and wrapped a hand around Justin's wrist. The blond glared up at him and was about to pull away before, "Come home with me. Now." He heard Michael let out a disgusted and, most likely, jealous sigh. He ignored it. He only focused on Justin's lips curving up into a small, knowing smile. Like he knew something that Brian didn't. Brian ignored the annoying feeling of not knowing something. He pushed it away as far as possible and watched, relieved, as Justin nodded. "It'd be a pleasure to come…to your place." Having the need to have sex more than ever before, he practically threw Justin out of the club, glaring at the bouncer as he made a remark to Justin that wasn't needed about his ass, and than proceeded to shove Justin roughly into his jeep.

Brian sped home and, somehow, didn't get a ticket for speeding.

Once in the elevator, Brian's hands were all over Justin, lips sliding down his still shirtless torso, hand cupping his clothed dick, and body pressing rough against his and hips grinding. By the time the elevator made it to his floor Justin was moaning loud and incoherent things. Or maybe not so incoherent since he was sure the entire building heard Justin moaning for Brian to fuck him into fucking oblivion. Brian would have no trouble complying with that request. Smiling, Brian led the blond into his loft. Brian didn't wait for them to make it to his bedroom. He settled with the couch, which was closer. Before he could bend Justin over the couch, Justin was shoving Brian's shirt off his shoulders, taking control for the moment, and then down on his knees. Brian's jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped in a mere few seconds and then his cock was engulfed in wet, warm fucking heat.

He reached behind him to grab hold of the back of the couch as Justin used technique that Brian hadn't even known Justin had. He had taught him well. He was a good teacher after all and this proved it. Brian released one of his hands from the couch and grabbed a handful of Justin's soft blond bobbing head. "Fu-uk." Justin eased Brian's cock to the back of his throat and swallowed his cock into the tight orifice of his throat and…holy fucking fuck. Justin moaned, mouth vibrating around his dick, teeth gently moved across the tender underside of his cock, and Justin's skillful tongue teased Brian's slit after releasing Brian's dick from his throat.

Justin decided that it was time to stop teasing and his tongue plunged forward, pressing hard into Brian's slit and Brian came into his students mouth feeling slightly confused as to why he had came so fast. Like a fucking teenager. Justin calmly stood up, smirk on his face and tongue swiping across his lips. God, he had swallowed all of it. Brian reached over and wrapped a hand around Justin's neck and pulled him close and swiped his tongue across Justin's lips looking for his taste. It was hardly there and he raised an eyebrow at Justin. "Didn't save any for me, Sunshine? How selfish of you." Justin grinned before ramming his lips against the brunet's and Brian plunged his tongue into Justin's mouth and was met with his own come.

So he had saved some for him.

He was already hard again. Justin pulled back, breathing heavy and pulled himself out of Brian's grasp. His fingers immediately went down to the buttons of his jeans. "You taste so good, Mr. Kinney." The first button slipped out of the first hole. Justin's hands moved to the next button. "It makes me so fucking hard," The next button slipped out of its hole and he moved down to the last hole, fingers moving agonizingly slow. Brian wondered where this newfound courage came from. Justin was acting nothing like the shy, teary kid that he had acted like the other day. This courage was making Brian fucking hot. "And it makes me want to fucking come…and fuck. All. Night." Brian couldn't wait.

The last button was released and Justin took his precious time getting the tight denim off his beautiful hips. With a small smirk on his swollen lips the blond turned around and bent over to untie his shoes giving Brian a fabulous view of his ass. He wiggled it around slightly, making a show of taking his shoes off. Brian didn't give him any time to stand up all the way before he shoved the blond's chest against the nearest wall, yanked down Justin's jeans to reveal nothing. No underwear like last time. Brian got hot thinking about how, in school, he was probably gonna be walking around with nothing under his pants. God. In a split second Brian was kneeling on the floor with his hands spreading Justin's cheeks just slightly to reveal his puckered hole. It was just calling out to his tongue.

Brian smoothed a hand up Justin's ass, over his smooth lower back, and back to his ass again. Both hands took their sweet time sliding over his hips, down his thighs, knees and then to his ankles. "You're fucking beautiful." Shit. He hadn't meant to say that. Hopefully Justin wouldn't remember that in the morning. Justin wiggled his ass slightly reminding Brian of the task at hand but laughed slightly. "I know." Brian smirked, hands spreading Justin's cheeks again, thumbs teasing the man's hole and then blowing out warm air from his parted lips. Brian wished Justin wouldn't moan like that; all husky and fucking beau-HOT. "Sunshine,"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna fuck your tight ass,"

He listened as the blond practically struggled to catch his breath, "Y-yes…"

"With my tongue…"

"Do it, do it now…do it…"

Brian didn't need to be asked, although, he did like the sound of Justin begging for it. Not able to hold off any longer, Brian moved his head forward, his tongue snaked out and slid from Justin's balls all the way up until his tongue was fucking Justin's ass. "F-uuuuuck…." Brian grinned, tongue moving in and out more furiously. He tasted so fucking good. He tasted better than any other man that he had done this to. Bittersweet. Fucking fabulous. After eating Justin's ass for another good five minutes, Brian pulled back with a slap to his left cheek. The patch of skin changed from pale to a deep pink color. Justin yelped and told him to keep his hands off his ass if he was going to go all brutal on him. Brian smirked. "You know you liked it." He swatted at Justin's ass again and, proving his statement, Justin's hips bucked against the wall.

"See?"

"Fuck you."

"I don't think so."

Justin looked over his shoulder, smile on his face.

"Fuck me then."

"Gladly."

Then Justin's control mode turned back on and Brian let Justin do what he wanted for the time being. He let Justin attack his collarbone and chest as his hands worked below to pushed his jeans off of his hips. Once they were both fully naked Justin wasted no time before shoving Brian roughly against the couch where he sat and pulled Justin in between his legs by the hips and rammed his lips against the blond's. "I'm gonna bend you over this couch and fuck you so hard." Justin tilted his head back to allow Brian's mouth more access to his pale throat, which Brian happily marked with his teeth and soothed with his tongue and lips.

"That sounds hot."

Brian chuckled.

"You're about to find out just how hot."

Brian quickly switched their positions and had Justin bent over the back of his couch in the blink of an eye. Brian slapped a condom on his eager cock, slicked himself up with lube and pressed the head of his cock against Justin's hole. "Ready, Sunshine?" Justin nodded furiously, face buried in the pillows of the couch. Brian placed a hand on the small of Justin's back and his other hand on Justin's hip before shoving inside of him in one swift stroke. The rest of the night was filled with Brian's cock up Justin's ass multiple times and then, when they were both through, Brian let Justin curl up next to him on the bed. He let the blond wrap his arms around him and spoon up against him.

And he didn't know why.