Brian's POV

Today, despite the great start, was interminable. I knew Justin would be busy all day, so I put in some extra hours at the office. By 8 pm, I was becoming seriously lesbianic. I missed Justin. I had lost all ability to concentrate and was doing little more than watching the seconds tick by on the old wall clock in the hall outside my office. Eventually, accepting my weakness and deciding to embrace it, I headed home. Justin had said that he'd be back at the loft by 9 or 10 pm, but I was really hoping that he'd be there when I arrived. He wasn't. I waited to shower because I wanted Justin to join me. Christ. Being his boyfriend was seriously messing with my head. I continued to mentally berate myself, but I also continued to wait. However, if anyone saw me, that person would swear I was hard at work, pointing and clicking away…brow furrowed, as though I were deep in thought. I'd been playing this game a long time. Finally, finally, at 9:30 pm, Justin rolled in. I successfully resisted the urge to pin him to a pillar and fuck him into tomorrow. In fact, I pretended that I didn't hear him come in. Only when he said "Hey" softly did I look up.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in." However, I couldn't resist playing wife. I smiled brightly and asked in a high-pitched voice, "How was your day, dear?"

Justin laughed. Fuck, he was beautiful when he laughed.

"It was good; constructive, but long."

"Yeah. For me, too. So we should get ready if we're going to Babylon."

"Sounds good."

I started stripping as I slowly, very slowly, made my way to the bathroom. Justin watched in silence, but, after a couple of minutes, he looked a little flushed. I smiled. I knew I was hot as hell, but, somehow, all the cruising in the world didn't mean a damn thing if I couldn't get Justin panting at the drop of a hat or, in this case, the drop of a suit. A minute or two after I entered the shower, Justin was behind me, his rock hard cock pressed against my leg, his hands exploring my body. I turned to face him, nudged his nose gently, cupped his cheeks, and, then, pulled his lips to mine roughly, taking possession of his mouth. I kissed him so deeply and desperately that I nearly swallowed him whole. I moved an arm down to circle his waist and pulled his cock against mine, rubbing them together. Justin moaned softly in my mouth. This felt so good, so right. Justin here at the end of a long work day, his tongue in my mouth, his body pressed against mine. Justin took a step back and started to lick my chest, laying kisses in a path toward my cock. Hell, no. I was going to give him the best head of his life and, then, fuck his brains out. My way of saying, "I missed you today and for the last few weeks. I'm glad you came home."

Ethan's POV

God, he looked so beautiful tonight. Not that he doesn't always look beautiful. But tonight, he was actually glowing. His hair had that shaggy, feathered look. Not that I didn't love his hair when it was shorter. But tonight it looked phenomenal. He was wearing jeans that perfectly displayed his gorgeous ass and a sheer baby blue shirt that showed about an inch of his abdomen. He has the most beautiful skin, soft and creamy white. Just looking at him made me ache to touch him. I couldn't bear it for long. The fifteen minutes I watched him dancing at Babylon had me seconds from orgasm. But the hair, the clothes…they meant little. What made him so beautiful tonight was the happiness coming off him in waves. He was glowing. For him. That piece of shit whore. Poor Justin. For an ultra-intellectual, he could be so stupid.

I couldn't have been more surprised when Justin went back to that asshole. What the hell did that say about me that he'd rather be a convenient fuck for a whore than a boyfriend whom I treasured. I was ready, willing, and able to swear off all other men for him. Could Brian say the same? Would he ever be able to offer that? No and No! So why? Why would Justin go back to him? Was the sex so phenomenal? Was Justin that shallow? No. No. That couldn't be. Not my Justin. My Justin was a sensitive and loving artist. Sure, he admired beauty, but he saw beauty in unlikely places and people, too. He was definitely a man of substance. Not like that whore he claimed to love. For fuck's sake, Brian's picture was in the dictionary under superficial. He cared more about his appearance, his reputation as the Stud of Liberty Avenue, the car he drove, and his shoe collection than he did about Justin. Justin was too special, too beautiful of a person, inside and out, to be with that sleazebag. Justin was just suffering from self-esteem issues. He didn't realize that he deserved better, deserved more. Justin had told me that the romance, love, and fidelity I offered would never make him happy because they came from me, not Brian. So…what? He was going to spend the rest of his life watching Brian fuck and be sucked in the backroom, occasionally even walking in on Brian fucking tricks in their "home?" It was bad enough that Brian couldn't be bothered to take Justin on an actual date or weekend trip once in a while…or to give him a birthday present he could show his mother. But to so flagrantly illustrate over and over that Justin wasn't enough to sate his sexual appetite. That he'd never be enough. On top of that, to refuse to say that he loved Justin. Who in their right mind would be happy with that? No. Justin was clearly troubled. I had to help him. Practice some tough love.

Emmett's POV

Baby had it going on tonight! Brian and Justin had no sooner walked in the door than Justin headed for the dance floor. Brian seemed a little surprised. But he quickly recovered and headed to the bar. He ordered a beer and then leaned back, apparently scoping out the talent, but I knew better. He was surreptitiously stealing glances at Justin. Boy, Justin was on fire. Dressed in a tight baby blue shirt and ass-hugging jeans, he was undulating sensuously to the music, eyes closed, a sight no one could ignore. From the bar, I could see a circle three-men thick move closer to him. I looked over at Brian to see what effect this was having on him. He was NOT a happy camper. He was tapping a finger on the side of the bar. He seemed to be fighting the urge to join Justin on the dance floor and fend off his boyfriend's horny fans. What a trip that I could actually call Justin that! Uh oh. When I looked back at the dance floor, I noticed that two men were dancing with Justin. The man behind him, a tall hunky blond, had his hands on Justin's waist and was grinding his cock into Justin's ass. The man in front, a brunet of medium height, toned, but not too buff, had his arms around Justin's neck and was running his fingers through Justin's silky locks. Brian was now staring directly at the Justin sandwich on the dance floor. His eyes were dark with jealousy. I decided to help him out, give him an excuse to head out there.

"Hey, Brian."

Not moving his body or his gaze an inch, he barked, "What?"

"I just got some great E. You want a couple hits for you and Justin?"

Come on, Brian. End your misery.

He hesitated, but, then, nodded. "Yeah. That'd be cool."

I handed him the tabs, and, moments later, he was next to Justin. After glaring at the pieces of bread, he had Justin all to himself. He smiled so brightly. Very un-Brian-like. Before I'd offered Brian the E, five songs had come and gone, and Brian hadn't dragged anyone to the backroom. He hadn't even looked for a potential trick. That had to be a record. Baby had definitely won this round!