You're the one that started to make me feel this way. And every night I'm thinking about the words you'd say

JUSTIN P.O.V.
As soon as we're in Babylon, Michael drags me towards the bar. "You better watch out," he tells me, before asking for three beers.
"So, what do you think?" Ben asks smiling.
I look at the men dancing, the couples kissing, the tricks being dragged towards the backroom. "It's like the clubs in Seattle."
Michael looks at me and then says, "I thought you weren't into random sex."
"I'm not, but after I broke up with my boyfriend, my best friends used to take me to places like these. They thought that since I was fourteen when I met Seth, I had to have new experiences."
"And what did you think?"
I shrug. "I've tried to fuck random guys, but it didn't work. It didn't feel right to fuck a guy just because I wanted to have sex. Just use them and leave them. I know that it's a stupid thing to say, but it's what I think."
"I don't think that it's stupid."
"Thanks Ben."

We talk for a couple of minutes and then Michael and Ben go to dance and I wait for Emmett at the bar.
I order another beer and then a Margarita and by the time I've drank it, I feel an arm coming around my waist and a voice whispering in my ear, "Hey there Sunshine."
"Fuck. Brian," I say turning around. I try to act like it didn't affect me, his breath on my neck. Ok, I kind of hate him, but he's still gorgeous.
"I scared you again?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't seem scared," he says smirking.
"Could you please let me go?" I ask him when after several minutes he still keeps his arm around my waist, just looking at me and smiling.
"Am I bothering you?"
"Yeah."
"Ok," he says, but doesn't move.
"Brian."
He leans forward and whispers in my ear, "I can't help it. I need to touch you. I want to fuck you."
I sigh and put my hands on his chest to push him away. "No."
"C'mon Sunshine."
"No, Brian."
He's about to say something else when I see Emmett making his way towards the bar and I let a breath of relief escape.
"You're so ashamed by me that you're glad to see Emmett?"
"He's my friend. It's not about you and who the fuck told you that I'm ashamed of you?"
He smirks and fuck if I know why. "Then dance with me."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you're gonna try to fuck me."
Once again he leans towards me, resting a couple of inches away from my lips. "If you're so sure that you don't want me, then where's the fucking problem?"
"I'm not going to play games with you, Brian."

"Hey boys," Emmett greet us.
Brian doesn't say anything, just takes a step back before grabbing a guy's belt and dragging him towards the backroom. I don't fucking understand him.
"Hey, Em."
"Having fun?" he asks me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"No."
"Well then, let's dance."
I shake my head and look at Ben and Michael. I wish I could have what they have. I want what they have, and this isn't the right place to find Mr. Right.
"I'm tired. I'll just go home."
"But baby..."
"Tomorrow I have to go pick up a friend at the airport. I need to get up early." Ok, it's a lie because Dean's flight lands at 4:30pm, but at the moment I just want to go away. "Say hi to Michael and Ben."
"Ok."
I wave at him and head out of Babylon.

BRIAN P.O.V.
I can't stand the fact that it seems so easy for Justin to pretend that I don't affect him.
I pull the trick against the wall, pushing down his pants.
Why the fuck can't he just let it go and fucking let me fuck him? It's just going to be a fuck. He doesn't have to think about anything.
But while I push inside the trick, I remember that the whole point is that it's because it's just a fuck that he's not going to give in.
Maybe I should just let it go like everyone says.

I fuck the guy hard and fast and as soon as I cum, I pull out and head to the bar.
When I get there, Justin isn't there anymore and Emmett is talking with a tall blond guy.
"Emmett?"
"What is it, Brian?" he asks when he turns around.
"Where's Justin?"
"He left half an hour ago. He says that he has to go pick up someone at the airport tomorrow, so he was going to go to bed early."
Fuck. Just fucking peachy.
"Thanks. Say hi to Mikey and the Professor."
"What? You're going too?"
I nod and make my way towards the exit.
I fucking hate all this shit. Fucking blond twink!

JUSTIN P.O.V.

When I get home, I can't stop myself from thinking about Brian. He's such an asshole, but at the same time, just as much as I hate the fact that he doesn't let it go, I'm also kind of flattered that he keeps on trying to fuck me. It makes me feel special.
As soon as I have this thought, I start to laugh.
"How stupid can I possibly be? He wants a fuck. Just a fuck and as soon as it's over, he will just act like I don't even exist," I say in the empty room.
"Just fucking great, Jus. Keep thinking that he wants you for more than a casual fuck. Keep on being the stupid kid that you were when you met Seth."

Now I'm fucking talking to myself. Thanks a lot Brian.

I take a quick shower, trying not to think about Brian's arm around my waist, but I find myself jerking off without even know it. Fucking hell! I should go away. I should leave this town. How stupid was I thinking that being back here was even a good idea? Well fuck me. I've been stupid once again.

I put a towel around my waist and sigh as I walk to the bedroom. Maybe I could go back with Dean when he leaves. Maybe I should just change cities. I could go to New York or to Boston.

I dry myself and then lie on the bed under the covers and stare at the ceiling. Boston is a great city. I could go there. It would be a brand new start.

I look at the clock on my nightstand. 2:20 I have to sleep.
This is the last night that I'll spend alone in my apartment. Tomorrow, I'll stay at home and maybe paint or whatever the fuck and then I'll go to pick up Dean at the airport and take him to the Diner. He fucking wants to work there with me.
Why can't I have one fucking nice, normal day in my life?

I turn around and bury my head under the pillow. I hate all this shit.

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When I spot Dean, I find myself smiling and feeling happy. I love to have him with me. Except the times when we fucked, he's always been the greatest friend ever and I've missed him this last month.

Dean runs towards me smiling and when we're close enough, he hugs me tightly and then kisses me on the lips as always. Ok, maybe this time he's using more tongue than always.
I laugh and push him away.
"Stop it. You have a boyfriend."
"Haven't they told you?"
"What?"
"You have the most kissable lips ever," he says, and then gives me a peck on the lips and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"You only have one bag?"
"Yep."
"Ok, so you ready to go then?"
Dean nods and we start to walk towards the exit.
"How was your flight?"
"It was ok, but it was better to see you and kiss you."
He fucking knows that these things make me blush and the bastard is always saying them on purpose.
"Behave or I'll put your ass on the first flight back or better, I'll call Jason."
"We're not together anymore," he tells me while we get in the taxi. I roll my eyes and sigh.
"You're together and apart every other month. Where's the news?"
"This time is different."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to change for him."
"Dean…."
"He's not the one. I don't want to change for him."
"Ok, I'm not going to say anything."
"Thanks, Baby. Now, where's the Diner?"
He always changes the subject. Fucker.
"We stop at home first to drop your bag, then we can go to the Diner."
"How many rooms do you have?" he asks out of the blue.
"One."
Dean smirks. "Oh, so we're going to share the bed?"
I roll my eyes and when the Taxi stops in front of my building, I let the subject drop.

BRIAN P.O.V.
Sometimes I fucking hate this routine. We come here every night before going to Babylon. Then we head to Woody's and then to Babylon. Same old same old.
Deb comes to our booth smiling.
"Hey Ma."
"Hey Honey."
"Where's Justin?"
"He's coming in a couple of minutes. This morning he had to clean up his apartment because this afternoon, he had to go pick up a friend to the airport. So, what will it be boys?"
While Deb takes our order, I think about Justin. Maybe I was a bit too aggressive yesterday, but fuck! I'm not going to apologize because he wants to be celibate.

When the bell over the door rings, I look up and like the first time, there he is; incredibly beautiful. Only this time, he's with a guy who's a little taller than Justin with dark, short hair and a bit of beard. Must be the friend Deb was talking about.
Together, they look like models from a campaign for a big firm. Like Boss or CK. They're hot. I start to picture them half naked with Justin lying on the guy; something absolutely sexy, like every damn CK poster.

While I think about this, I see the guy putting his arm around Justin's shoulder, pulling him close and kissing him on the mouth. Not like I kiss Mikey. Not like I kiss a guy that I want to fuck and when the guy pulls away, Justin blushes. WHAT. THE. FUCK?
"I swear, I've seen that guy in a magazine," Ted whispers.
"I could cum just looking at them. They're hot together," Emmett says.
I turn to look at them when Justin and the guy come closer to our booth and just like always, Justin doesn't even look at my way. Like every damn day.
"What were you saying, Theodore?" I ask when I see him still staring at Justin's friend. I refuse to call him boyfriend.
"That I swear I saw that guy in the advertising campaign for Calvin Klein Jeans from the last spring collection. He was stretched out on the floor all dirty and sweaty with his knees bent and a blond guy, just a hot as he was, straddling his waist. They were kind of fighting or at least, that was the idea that I got. They were both wearing low waist jeans half opened and I could swear that they weren't wearing any underwear and OH MY FUCKING GOD" he half shouts.
"Teddy?" Emmett asks.
"Fuck. It was Justin."
"Who?" I ask.
"The other model. The other guy in the poster and he was fucking hot. I knew I saw him before, but I couldn't remember where when Deb introduced us."
"Are you sure?"
Before Ted could answer me, Emmett waves at Justin who's currently dragging the guy towards the restroom, and yells "JUSTIN!" In a couple of seconds, the two are in front of us, laughing and touching. If the fucker doesn't take his arm from around Justin's waist, I'm going to kill him. Fuck. He was half naked with him and Ted and millions of other people saw them.
"Guys, this is Dean," he says with a blinding smile and this Dean guy kisses him on the cheek.
"Are you models?" Emmett asks to both of them.
"I am, but my dearly beloved Baby here did just a couple of campaigns with me. He was fucking hot," he says and kisses Justin on the lips again. Fuck. I don't do jealous… I don't do jealous… fucking let him go already.
"He was. I saw that Calvin Klein jeans campaign and you two were… fuck… definitely hot." I could kill Theodore now. He's fucking drooling on my Ju— fuck!
"And he was just half naked."
"Would you shut up, Bitch?"
"Now, now Baby, behave," he tells Justin who burst out laughing again. I've never seen him laughing or smiling as much as he's doing now with this guy. Maybe he's the ex from Seattle, but if they're so all over each other, then they have to be back together.
"You should see him naked and moaning. And in the photo he was on top, which is my favorite place to let him sit and ride. But he's a vision, even when he's under you." Dean looks Justin in the eyes and Justin blushes and he's even more beautiful when he does that. Ted splits out his coffee and Emmett shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," Justin whispers.
"Let's just get to the fucking," he says laughing and once again kisses Justin on the mouth.
"Are you the boyfriend from Seattle?" Emmett asks.
"I'm from Seattle, but I'm not the fucking boyfriend who cheated on my Babe."
"Dean…" Justin warns.
"I know. What I was saying? Right. I'm not the stupid one. I mean, if I have someone as hot as Justin is, then I'm sure as hell not going to fucking around. And he's not just hot; he's a great f—"
"Cut it out, Dean or I'm going to cut off your balls," Justin says red faced.
"Ok Baby. Now let's meet the fabulous Deb."
"Wait, this is Emmett, Ted and Brian."
When Justin says my name, Dean looks me straight in the eyes with an amused expression and I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, so you're Brian?"
"Yeah."
"Justin told me you were an asshole, but not a good looking asshole."
"Dean!" Justin says.
"You're the one who's trying to fuck my baby."
Emmett and Ted burst out laughing and before I could say anything, Justin takes Dean's hand and leads him again towards the bathrooms.

Fuck.
I'm not the fucking boyfriend who cheated... I'm not the stupid one… fuck. Maybe he's the new boyfriend. Fuck.