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Chapter 4

As soon as Justin had quietly shut the apartment door behind him, Emmett pounced. The flamboyant man appeared out of nowhere, literally landing in front of the blond and made him take a startled step backwards. He seemed completely oblivious to his younger friend's discomfort as he reached out to grasp his thin wrist and tugged him towards the fabric covered sofas, an eager smile on his face.

"Now, baby, you have to tell me everything – and I do mean everything about what happened when you left for Big Bad Kinney's lair," Emmett demanded.

Justin smirked. "Really, Em, I'm not going to give you anything that you could add to your virtual wank bank. It would only make things weird between us, you know that, and you would never keep your hands off me," he mocked.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "Come on, give me the juicy details – after all, not everyone manages to stay a whole night at the loft. If this got out to the queens and queers of Liberty Avenue, you'd send them into a jealous frenzy. It's unheard of – Brian throws all his tricks out once he's done with them!"

"Now you're starting to sound like Michael…" the blond mumbled with a small annoyed frown. He leant back against the large cushion and stretched.

The southern queen frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side. "When did you speak with Michael? And what did he say to you?"

"Brian gave him a lift to work or something – picked him up on the way to drop him off here. Let's say, he wasn't happy about the fact the "trick" stayed over at Brian's place and was convinced I must have manipulated my way into staying." His face was twisted into a bitter smile which faded away with a low sigh, "So what's his deal? Did he and Brian have a…you know? Is there some kind of history there I'm unaware of or something?"

Emmett laughed good-naturedly. "Not unless a failed hand job constitutes as a "history". No, Michael and Brian are best friends, have been since they were fourteen, but from what I've gathered, Michael's always wanted there to be more between them. As far as I can see it, the mere fact that he's gotten so defensive about your presence means he thinks you're a threat."

"A threat, huh?" Justin mumbled as a sly smile came across his face. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

"Yes, this is why I know that something happened between you and Mr Kinney, so…" Emmett grinned and swotted his friend's arm excitedly, "…spill. What happened when you two left Babylon?"

He rolled his eyes but the smile didn't falter. "Alright, I'll tell you. We went back his loft and he fucked me – once against the loft door, uncountable times in that bed of his and once in the shower in the morning." He shrugged slightly, "It was probably some of the best sex I've ever had, and it was one of the first times I've ever held a conversation with someone I've fucked."

"Brian spoke to you?"

Justin blinked at his friend, confused. "Um, yes, he did. Contrary to apparent belief, people can talk to me. It's not impossible. I don't understand why seem surprised about this piece of information."

Emmett waved off the questioning tone. "What did you talk about?"

"Hmm, normal stuff I guess. He asked me about how I knew you; he told me about his son, I told him about why I left Hazlehurst…"

"Wait, you told him about your parents?" he gapped.

Justin shifted awkwardly and averted his gaze. Yes, he had and he had no idea why. He'd always been a private person; there were only a few people he trusted with everything and every single one of them he had known for years. Yet with Brian, a man he hadn't even known for a full 24 hours, it just seemed so easy for the words to slip out. Maybe it's his personality, or that curious look on his face that says he wants to know but doesn't push you to reveal anything. 'Or maybe it's because he's just as damaged as me,' Justin mused.

Yes…that was it. They were one in the same. Never speaks about his past; not trusting anyone easily in fear they will use that power against him, fucking every hot queer he wanted to, yet there was a part of him that searched for, craved for, something more.

Justin had accepted that lesbonic need for companionship on an emotional level a long time ago, In Brian's being, he could sense the same reluctance and desperation that he had experienced himself, to accept that he needed someone else in his life. Vaguely, the younger blond wondered whether he could be that man Brian needed.

"Yeah…" he breathed out, "I did."

Brian roughly put the Jeep into drive and peeled away from the curb with a screech, taking off down the road and away from the Big Q. There was a breath of relief now that he was alone in the car and, perhaps most importantly, Mikey's incessant whining. God, that man was far too concerned about who he fucked. It was starting to grate on his lost nerve. He had no right to try and tell Brian want to do, and he definitely had no right to even contemplate stopping him from seeing Justin Taylor again.

"He's no good, Brian. We know nothing about him and you saw how quickly he went back to the loft with you – he's a slut! Plus, he abandoned poor Emmett first chance he got even though he's giving them a place to stay. He's ungrateful and you shouldn't hang out with people like that, Brian. He'll take advantage of you!"

Brian, of course, hadn't said anything, instead allowing Michael to rant unstopped despite how much every word he said against the blond only succeeded in annoying him further. He had long ago learnt that once Michael got an idea in his head, it was futile to try and end it so Brian no longer wasted his breath.

Unable to listen, he had lost himself in thoughts of the steamy night with his blond vixen and, even though the need had gone, he still found himself distracted by the memory. The blond was probably one of the best fucks he had ever had. He was addictive – his taste, his smell, his feel; everything appealed to his senses – and most importantly, he could keep up with every thrust, suck or bite he made. Never had he wanted a trick more than once and never had he gone to work still wanting more.

It was unusual, yes, and it did scare him a little, but the feeling would be worth it when he got to see the blond again. 'I will, won't I?' he certainly hadn't said he wanted to, but Justin just seemed to know what he wanted, especially if that smirk was anything to go by. And that blond definitely wanted to see Brian again.

And even if he wanted to, it would be impossible to stay apart from each other. Pittsburgh was a small place after all. And he was staying with Emmett, would probably spend most of his time with him as well. Although Brian would never (willingly) admit it, but Emmett was someone he considered he could call his friend.

'We'll definitely be seeing each other again, Sunshine. You can count on that…' Brian vowed as a small, self-satisfied smile crossed his face.