A/N - I'm SORRY that this is so short, it just felt right to stop where I stopped but I swear the next chapter will be up soon! Ps, Reviews = Love

Justin was in Babylon and the E he'd gotten from Todd earlier in the night had begun to take effect. The classic thumpa-thumpa and the vibrations of the music had somehow managed to crawl up through the floor and into his body. Justin felt anoesis sweep through him and let his body move in time to the music without consciously thinking about what he was doing.

He felt hand after hand on his body. Teasing him, tempting him, groping his ass. He felt rough fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, and softer hands touching him from behind, creeping their way around his waist.

"Justin." A somewhat shrill, yet still masculine voice called out from seemingly nowhere. The word echoed in his mind. Justin, Justin, Justin. It took him a minute or two to remember that it was his name, so he opened one eye with a questioning look at Emmett.

"Can't let you get dehydrated, sweetie." Emmett said, holding out a bottle of water and looking somewhat apologetic when the two men suddenly lost interest in Justin and took off to find someone else to grind with.

Justin looked back and laughed. It was a good job Emmett got rid of those two he thought, he wasn't really into leather.

"Had a busy night?"

"Just uh... checking out the bars, you know. Boy toy... Meathook..."

"Oh Meathook? Really? So you're into leather?"

"Sure."

The memory hit Justin so forcefully he almost stumbled. He could see it all so clearly. The way Brian's lips had rolled into his mouth, and his eyebrows had knotted together ever so slightly at Justin's obvious lie.

Justin shook his head. Brian's return was fucking with him. Justin hadn't seen him since the diner two days ago, but Brian's omnipresence was clear. It was clear in the way Justin pictured his face when he jerked off in the shower after his diner shift. It was clear in the way Justin couldn't help but moan Brian's name while running his hands through decidedly less soft hair as his trick of the night blew him in the alley outside of Woody's.

And it was clear right now. In Babylon, flying on cheap E and rejecting every man who hit on him, simply because their eyes were not that perfect shade of hazel, their chin didn't jut out quite right when they smiled. The sweat running down their necks as they danced just didn't taste good enough. Rejecting them because he was high, and they were not Brian.

"Honey? You sure you're okay?" Justin opened his eyes to find himself stood by the bar with Emmett and Ted both looking at him with slight concern. He laughed because he didn't know what else to do.

"You kind of spaced out for a minute there. Did you get your E from Todd again?" Justin laughed again, because how could Ted know Todd? Todd was only ever in the back room and when was the last time Ted got laid? Justin started to laugh harder because Ted and Todd were such similar words.

Justin's hands were braced against the frame of Ted's car door. Ted just watched the situation unfold, amused, as Emmett shoved and shoved against the boys body, trying to force him into the back seat of the car.

"A little help here, Ted? I don't understand how he can be so strong and still so tiny."

"It's the muscles in his forearms. They're built up from jerking off so often."

All three of the men turned towards the voice, Justin's reaction a little slower than the other two. None of them had noticed Brian sidling up to watch the show.

Brian watched them turn to stare at him and shrugged. "He's ambidextrous."