Justin's POV

I was on top of the world. I'd been dancing for almost an hour, and I'd lost myself in the music. Well not completely. I could feel Brian's heated gaze, and, with my eyes closed, I felt as though we were alone. Just Brian, me, and the music. Brian has this way of making me feel like I am the sexiest, most beautiful man who ever lived. In his presence, I am completely unreserved, uninhibited. Brian's the best high. So I danced for him. I swayed, wiggled my ass, shimmied, writhed, and, even, ground my hips. When a couple of men approached, I almost told them to fuck off. But then, I remembered why I'd headed out to the dance floor in the first place. I needed Brian to need me like he needed air. I wanted him to want me more than he thought possible. I knew that he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable and that he was likely to push me away, despite his desire to hold me close. So I was trying to make that impossible. Seemingly oblivious to his presence, I danced for him as Salomé had danced for Herod, sending his desire to dizzying heights. When the blond and brunet started grinding into me and peppering me with light caresses, I let myself enjoy it. I knew Brian's desire and jealousy would soon take over, all care for his pride and reputation supplanted by his need to possess me.

I felt Brian draw closer, and, moments later, his body was against mine, his breath in my ear. God, yes. He licked my bottom lip and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Soon, he was kissing me so passionately that I forgot how to breathe. His hands were everywhere. Squeezing my ass, inside my shirt caressing the bare skin of my back, rubbing my already achingly hard cock, lightly pinching my nipples, and, finally, sliding up my neck and behind my head as he rubbed his cock against mine and somehow managed to deepen our already passionate kiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed to taste him, feel his cock inside me. Our eyes met, and I saw my own desire reflected in his half-lidded eyes, dark with uncontrollable lust. If he hadn't slid his arm around my waist, guiding me to the back room, I would have dropped to my knees and sucked him off right there, in the middle of the dance floor.

As we passed the bar, someone brushed his hand against my cock. Brian hadn't noticed, so he kept walking, leading me toward the back room. I looked back and saw Ethan smiling at me strangely. But soon, I was lost in the taste, feel, and smell of Brian, and all thoughts of Ethan disappeared.

Suddenly, Brian was gone. The loss was painful, like a limb being rent from my body. Then I was drowning in a sea of ugly, smelly men. They were pulling at me, holding me down. I fought, trying to push them off me, trying to escape. As soon as I did, someone grabbed me and shoved me against a wall. Ethan was behind me, whispering in my ear, "I know you want me, not him. Look. You're hard."

I looked down. Ethan was right. My cock was hard and dripping. Wait, why was I naked? I turned to look at Ethan, and he was naked, too. Confused, I glanced around. Brian was there watching. Happy and relieved, I ran to him. But he shot me a disgusted look. He hissed, "How could you let him fuck you?"

I shook my head. I didn't. I didn't let him fuck me. I tried to speak but couldn't. Brian turned and started walking away. I reached for him, but he was too far. I tried to follow, but I was paralyzed. Rooted to the spot. I felt someone licking my cock. I looked down and saw the Sap. Then Brian shook his head and disappeared. I started crying, my body racked with sobs. I woke up with the sound of Ethan's laughter in my ears and tears in my eyes. I was really crying, and I couldn't stop. I cried with a desperation I'd never felt before.

Then Brian was sitting in the bed next to me. "Justin?" He looked at me intensely, as though attempting to read me.

"Brian? I thought you'd gone…" I said between sobs.

Then Brian took me into his arms and held me tight, rocking me gently.

"I'm here, Sunshine. I'm not going anywhere."

God, I wanted to believe him.