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Chapter 3

The shrill ringing of his phone woke Brian the next morning. His body jolted at the sudden noise and he peered through barely open eyes to the nightstand where his phone was dancing across the wooden surface. He made to sit up when the warm yet heavy pressure kept him weighed down. In his sleep, it appeared that the southern blond had curled into his chest and attached himself firmly with an arm thrown over his sleeping bed mate's waist. Justin still continued to slumber, oblivious deep in sleep. He looked so serene, peaceful and Brian didn't have the heart to wake him up. Instead, he reached out blindly and grabbed the communication device. Checking the caller ID, he groaned quietly in exasperation.

"What do you want Mikey?" he answered tiredly, tilting his head back against the pillow and closing his eyes briefly. With one sense momentarily shut off, the steady, deep breathing increased in volume, and he could feel the hot air brush against his chest. It was oddly contenting.

"Brian! Have you left for work yet?"

Brian frowned slightly. "It's not even seven in the fucking morning, of course I haven't left for work yet. You woke me up. Why?"

"Could you give me a lift to the Big Q?" Michael's voice pleaded urgently, "My car stalled and I can't get it to start…"

Justin shifted, letting out a little noise to show he was waking, returning to the real world. He yawned quietly and sat up slowly. He peered around confused for a moment, as if he couldn't quite remember where he was until his eyes landed on the older man beside him whom he had used as a pillow. Brian watched closely as the light of recognition appeared in his blue eyes, the sleepy blanket clearing from his mind, and a sly, mischievous smile came to his baby face.

"I told you to get it looked at…" he reminded absentmindedly. His gaze was intense, taking in every little movement, as the blond slide out from under the silk covers and crawled like a predator to straddle his bare waist, their cocks adjacent to each other. All it needed was one rock of either hips and contact would be ensured. Justin bit his bottom lip and began to run his hands along the length of Brian's torso, the rough pads of his fingertips teasing the tanned skin. Goosebumps rose on Brian's skin and he found it difficult to concentrate on what his friend was saying in his ear. Although, who could really blame him?

"Please Brian; I really can't be late today!" Michael finished.

"Sure Mikey, whatever, but I don't think I'm going to be leaving anytime soon…" he spoke, his voice deepening slightly when Justin leant forward to run his tongue quickly across his nipple. The air cooled the wet spot and he shivered instinctively.

"What are you…?" Michael's confused voice trailed off into a moment of silence before he began talking again, conveying anger and bitterness that Brian dared not begin to question. "Is that trick still at the loft? Didn't you throw him out after you fucked him?"

"That is none of your business," Brian snapped.

Smirking, Justin reached out and grabbed the phone from the larger hand. His eyes sparkled with mirth, and he forcibly made his voice deeper, huskier, in an over exaggerated way.

"I'm sorry, Brian's a little busy at the moment," he said easily, his eyes focused solely on the brunet laying spread out beneath him. Honestly, he had thought the man would take the phone off him in some angry fit but he didn't. Brian just laid there and watched him, curious about what he was going to do. Taking confidence from that, he continued, "If you wouldn't mind, fucking off now so I can get fucked."

"Listen here you little shit, you can't just take Brian's phone and talk to me like that! Who do you think…?"

"Whoops, sorry, can't talk right now. I'm about to get a mouthful." Justin interrupted with fake apologise, before ending the call and dropping the cell phone onto the bed.

Brian arched an eyebrow, unable to keep the amusement off his face. "You know, you probably just made that a whole lot worse."

Justin hummed in agreement. "Hmm…probably."

Slowly, the blond began to shift on his knees backwards, his body bending forward as if shielding, his gaze remained locked with the hazel orbs. Those eyes conveyed the promise of utter pleasure that Brian didn't doubt for a second.

He licked his lips. "He's going to call back."

"Maybe…" Justin blew out cold air over the head of his cock and grinned widely when it twitched in response and he made a small noise of pleasure, "But I do believe I just gave us a perfectly understandable argument not to answer."

Justin sat, comfortable and sated, in the passenger's seat of the Jeep, unable to keep the happy smile off his face. Sure enough, Michael had called back a couple of minutes later but the two men were too distracted to notice. They had fucked at least three times – the last in the shower – before Brian had reluctantly pointed out that he did have an office to get to, but dressing still took twice as long because both men seemed unable to resist the urge to steal kisses and nips and bites from the other.

Now they were waiting outside Michael's apartment complex for him to make his way down. The plan was for Brian to drop Justin off at Emmett's new apartment building and then Michael at the Big Q before going to work himself. Already it was sounding like a long day and, once Brian saw the thunderous look appear on Mikey's once smiling face, he was sure it was about to get much longer.

"What's he doing here?" Michael scowled.

"I'm giving him a lift to Emmett's," Brian replied, "I couldn't just leave him at the loft – he doesn't know Pittsburgh yet. Get in."

"Still don't understand why he's here now…" he mumbled stubbornly, reluctantly climbing into the backseat.

Justin looked over his shoulder at the still scowling man and offered him a bright smile in greeting. The annoyed look on his face only seemed to deepen. Although he knew very little about the man (only what Emmett had told him during phone calls or in their weekly emails) and he had barely held a conversation with him, but already he knew he wasn't going to get along with him. Sighing, he shifted in his seat to return to look out the window. Well, he'd tried. "I stayed the night," he stated.

"What?" Michael exclaimed sharply, sitting up straight and allowing his eyes to dart between the two men, looking flabbergasted by such a simple statement and as if he was trying to decide who he should start questioning first. Finally, his eyes settled on the driver. "Brian, you never let a trick stay the night; they get kicked out after you fuck them. What happened? Did the little blond twink get clingy and cry to convince you into letting him stay?"

"Mikey…" Brian stressed his name warningly.

Justin frowned deeply at the insult. Oh yes, they definitely weren't going to get along. A sharp reply tingled on the tip of his tongue but he clamped down on the words before they escaped. The last thing he wanted was to start a fight with Brian's best friend, especially after they had spent such an amazing evening and morning together. But he wasn't going to let it go by without any comment.

"Guess that means I'm not a trick then," he grinned impishly, stretching out in his seat.

Michael spluttered and, unable to think of a good reply in return, huffed and decided to stay silent, contenting himself with glaring daggers at the back of the blond's head.

Brian's hands clenched and unclenched around the steering wheel. He couldn't believe that Michael had said such a thing to Justin. For one, it was uncalled for – he had barely held a conversation with the blond and had no business judging him, labelling him in such a way. Secondly, the actions of Brian Kinney were nothing to do with Michael Novotny, even if he would like to convince himself they were. Ever since his scare with cancer a few years back, Michael had become even more attached and controlling of his actions, like if he stopped him from tricking that eventually Brian would have no choice but to fuck him, and it was starting to drive the brunet up the wall.

Not that he would notice, of course, but Brian was already cutting back on the amount of tricks. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't feel like it. Maybe his near death experience had given him some perspective, made him want more than what he already had – it had certainly made him spend a lot more time with Gus, and he was especially glad for the schedule that had been worked out so that he had the five year old boy every other weekend. He didn't know what he wanted, but he was sure that once he did, he would know it for sure.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Justin closely. It was as if he couldn't help it and that thought scared him a little. The blond was curled comfortably in his seat, watching the scenery as it went past, humming what sounded like a nursery rhythm under his breath. His eyes moved towards the road in front of him briefly before he glanced back. Justin caught his gaze this time and smirked knowingly. Brian arched an eyebrow questioningly. Justin kissed his full lips at him and winked playfully, and Brian had to turn away to stop himself from laughing into the silence.

Little happened over the rest of the car journey, no one really knowing what to say anything else – at least, that was how Brian felt. Justin on the other hand felt that, given the chance, Michael would definitely have a lot to say about him, and as much as he would love to wind the man up and watch the smoke billowing from his ears, it probably wasn't the best decision at the moment. Instead, he divided his attention between looking for familiar landmarks and putting to memory how gorgeous Brian looks in a Gucci suit.

The Jeep pulled up in front of the condo complex that Emmett had recently moved in to. It was in a good neighbourhood, a couple of blocks from Liberty Avenue, the opposite side of the area than the loft. From the little Justin had seen of it before he was dragged out to shop at Torso, it was fairly modern, furnished with comforts that were so purely Emmett that it had made him feel welcome as soon as he stepped over the threshold.

Justin climbed out of the car and moved around to the driver's side of the car, a coy look on his face. He rested his hands on the window of the Jeep and leant towards the brunet. Brian didn't move away but he did arch an eyebrow in silent question.

"So, when do I see you again?" Justin asked impishly.

Michael snorted from the backseat before Brian could say anything. "Never again, Brian doesn't see tricks again, and he only fucks them once."

Justin arched an eyebrow. "Brian, I didn't know you let whiny, controlling bastards tell you want to do…"

The comic loving man glared darkly. "Fuck you."

"Unlikely," he shot back. He then turned his attention back to Brian, just watching him closely as if looking for something. For some reason he couldn't comprehend, Brian couldn't answer. He wanted to repeat his usual speech when he encountered these sorts of situations, but he couldn't get the words out. Worse, he didn't want to. So he resorted to just staring into those sparkling blue eyes, wondering what the man would say. In the end, Justin smiled softly at him.

"Well, you know where to find me," he shrugged indifferently. He leant in the car to press a kiss, heated and passionate, to his lips, swiping his tongue teasingly across his bottom lip. It felt as if he was savouring, remembering. He pulled away and Brian heatedly took in the swollen lips, the flushed cheeks and the desire tinted eyes.

"Goodbye Brian," he whispered before pulling himself away from the vehicle and made his way into the apartment complex.

Brian watched him go and silently wished he would look back, just once.

He didn't.