Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire…

BRIAN P.O.V.
After we left the Diner, we went to Woody's and then Babylon. I'm drinking my beer when Emmett looks at Michael and asks "Was that his boyfriend?"
Michael frowns and looks confused at Emmett. "Who?"
"That Dean guy. The model with Justin"
"No he's not his boyfriend or at least I don't think so."
"So, what is he doing here?"
"Justin asked Ma yesterday if she had a job for Dean because he was coming from Seattle to spend some time with Justin and Ma gave him a job at the Diner." Michael shrugs and looks more at me than at Emmett. "I don't think Justin has a boyfriend. I mean, he broke up with his long time boyfriend just five months ago."
"I think he should just go out and celebrate the new found liberty."
Ben, Michael and Emmett all look at me. "What?" I ask them.
"You just say that because you want to fuck him," Ben says.
I don't answer him because we all know that it's the truth.
"Anyway, do you think that they slept together?"
"What's with all the questions, Em?" I ask him.
"Just curious."
"I don't know if they ever fucked. Maybe Dean was just kidding."
I remember how Justin blushed in the Diner and shake my head. "Don't think so Mikey."
"I'd pay to see them together. They're beautiful." I look at Emmett and raise an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You're his friend. You shouldn't think about him naked and fucking."
"You do."
"I'm not his friend; I just want to fuck him."
I turn around and grab a trick by his belt before going towards the backroom.
I hate when Emmett or Ted stare at Justin. It's absurd but it's true. He thinks of them as friends and they just want to fuck with him. At least I'm honest with him.

"On your knees," I say to the trick, pushing him down. I'm not in the mood to fuck. I get too easily distracted lately. When the trick starts to suck me, I lay my head on the wall and close my eyes, picturing beautiful and deep blue eyes and perfect lips and when I run my hand through the trick's hair, I pretend to have blond silky locks between my fingers.
I sigh and keep my eyes closed. I'm fucked up. And I didn't even fuck him yet. It's so fucking frustrating. I keep seeing Justin kissing that stupid model. I keep seeing them fucking and I keep feeling this anger rising in me at the thought of them together.
"Kinney?"
I look down at the trick and I realize that he's stopped sucking me off for a while now.
"What?" I spat out.
"Are you in the mood?"
"I took you here, so what do you think?"
He stands up and looks at me. "You're..."
"What?"
"I'm not going to say it because you'll kill me, but let's just say that maybe this is not the thing that you want."
I look at him confused and he put my dick back in my jeans and zips them up. Then he leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "Maybe another time."
And for a moment I'm confused but then I look down and fuck... Justin fucking made my dick soft. Well, not him because I jerked off with thoughts of him for a month, but the idea of him and that model guy. Fuck!

JUSTIN P.O.V.
"There's someone staring at you."
I look up from the counter and stare at Dean. "What?"
"The other waiter. He's staring at you."
I turn my face towards the kitchen and Luke is looking at me. When our eyes lock, he blushes and looks down. "He's cute."
I roll my eyes. "Stop it, Dean."
He sits on Brian's stool and looks at me. "You know Baby, it's not going to kill you to get laid."
"If I wanted to get laid, then I'd get laid."
"Ok, then let's go somewhere."
"No."
I turn my back at him and start to make a fresh pot of coffee.
"C'mon."
"I'm not going to fuck a stranger."
"Why?"
"You know why..."
"You're almost 22 and you have only fucked with me and Seth."
I turn to look at him again. "And your point is?"
"That you have to make up for lost time."
"You're crazy."
"Just one?" he pleads.
I sigh and run a hand on my face. "Why are you saying all this?"
"Because I care about you."
"You just want to go to some gay club, but you don't want to go alone."
He smiles. "Yep."
"Well, fuck you.
"Sometimes, you're a rude little shit."
"That's what Brian said."
"Then Brian is right."
"You're not going to convince me to go out with you by insulting me."
"Yeah, I know. So what do you say?"
"Ok, I'll come with you, but I'm not going to fuck anybody."
"That's a shame. You're great in bed."
Fucker. He just says these things to make me blush.
"You're hot when you blush."
I turn my back at him. "Would you shut up?"
"You know, I'm the ultimate top..."
"I remember something about it."
"Let me finish." Dean grabs my arm, making me turn around to face him. "I didn't even let Jason top me. In fact, you've been the only one in a very very very very long time, and that's because you're a great top, so if you will ever..."
"Don't even finish what you're saying" I cut him out. "It was a long time ago and I'm not going to…"
"It was less than a year and half ago and it was great. Even if it was just a fuck that time. But the first time… fuck! Those were the best two months of my life…"
I cross my arms on my chest and look at him. "And what about Jason?"
Dean puts on his most innocent expression and smirks. "What about him?"
"You were the one that ended whatever the fuck we had because you said that you found love, and when I got back together with Seth, you said that it was great for us to be just friends, and now you say all this shit."
"Jus, listen..." he stops and looks around the deserted Diner and sighs. "I broke up with him."
"What?"
"Yeah"
"I thought..."
"I didn't want to tell you. You would have freaked out."
I look at him confused. "Why would I..."
"Because I stopped tricking after you and Seth broke up and Jason kind of figured out why."
It can't be that he... "He understood that I liked you and that I stopped tricking because I wanted to be what you wanted and..."
"Shut up."
"Jus..."
"You're my best friend. Fuck. You're the only friend that I have and I'm not going to fucking be with you. And fuck, Dean you lied to me. You told me that you and Jason..."
He smirks. Asshole.
"See? You're freaking out. That's why I didn't tell you on the phone."
I shake my head. "You came here because you wanted…"
"To be with you" and then he stands up from the stool and put his apron on the counter. "Our shift is over. So, where are we going?"
"I'm going home." I look at Luke who's staring at us and smile. "Are you going to close?"
He nods. "Debbie told me that Michael and his friends are going to be back and then Mikey will help me close."
"Ok then I'm going home."
He smiles. "Night Jus."
I smile back at him and then look again at Dean. "You go wherever it is you wanna go." I grab my jacket and pull out a key. "Here. Try not to make too much noise when you get back."
Dean grabs the key from my hand and looks at me. "Jus..."
"I don't want to talk about it."
He nods.
"Why are you so fucking angry now?"
"Don't you get it?" I almost yell at him.
"No. What is it?"
I run my hands through my hair and sigh. "I don't need another guy trying to fuck me. I want a friend and if you came here just to fuck me, then go the fuck back home."
I turn around to head towards the door, and Dean grabs my arm to make me turn around.
"Ok. Sorry. Let's just pretend that nothing happened."
"Thanks."
I grab my bag and put on my jacket as I walk out of the Diner.

BRIAN P.O.V.
When we get back to the Diner, I see Justin almost running outside and when I look at the door, there is one of the new waiters looking his way with a concerned look on his face.

Michael opens the door and after they all get inside, I walk over the waiter. "What happened to him?"
Lanny or whatever the fuck his name is looks at me. "Why do you ask?"
"He was practically running away."
"He got in some sort of argument with Dean. They were talking about going out to dance and then about fucking and then Justin got nervous and left."
I nod and instead of going inside the Diner, I start to walk the same way Justin left.

Michael is going to be pissed tomorrow but I don't care.

I almost have to run to catch up with Justin, and when he stops in front of a building, I slow my walk and just look at him. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing here.
I wait until I see some lights turned on before going inside the condo and up to last floor.

I hear music coming from inside and it's a fucking depressing song. I have to knock a couple of times before he comes to open the door and he couldn't be more beautiful with his messy hair and only a pair of black sweat pants on. He looks even paler.
"Brian…" he whispers sounding totally surprised.
"Hey there sunshine."
He rolls his eyes but moves away to let me in. He closes the door as soon as I'm inside the apartment and then walks over to the stereo and turns it off.
"What are you doing here?"
I look around, studying the little living room. "I followed you."
"And that's the answer to my next question."
I turn around to look at him. He has his head tilted to one side, his hair falling in his eyes and the sweatpants low on his waist. Fucking perfect. Now I have the hard on that would have been useful when I had the trick in front of me in the backroom.
We look at each other in silence.
Justin raises his eyebrows. Why the fuck is he staying on the other side of the fucking room?
"As much as I'm happy to see you Brian," and the sarcasm is evident in his voice, "why are you here?"
"Lanny at the Diner…"
"Lan… Luke?"
"Whatever the fuck. Anyway, he told me that you had a fight with Danny…"
He laughs. I look at him smirking. "You're not good with names."
"I just don't care."
"Then why do you know my name?"
I take a step towards him and smile. "You're hot enough for me to remember your name."
"Should I be pleased?"
I shrug. "If you want. Anyway, I wanted to be sure that you were ok."
"What?"
And fuck he's just as surprised as I am. "I don't know why I said that."
"Why did you think that I would not be ok?"
"Leslie…"
"Brian…" he admonishes me.
"Ok, Luke. I asked him why you were running away and he said that you got upset talking with Dean and I followed you to make sure that you were ok and then I just came up. To tell you the truth, I thought that you would have just told me to fuck off."
He smiles. "I would have but I was too shocked to say anything."
"Yep, I'm stunning beautiful."
He smiles and I'm strangely happy to see that I'm able to make him smile when he looked so fucking depressed when I got here.
"You're so incredibly modest."
I sit down on the sofa and Justin offers me a drink and when we both have a beer, he sits down next to me but leaving a certain distance between us.
"I'm ok. Dean and I… well, let's just say that it's complicated and we fight from time to time. It's no big deal."

He must be the new boyfriend. The way he talks about him and the absent look he has thinking about Dean. Fuck.
"I saw your pictures."
He looks at me puzzled. "Which… Oh you mean the ones for Calvin Klein?"
"Yeah. You were hot. Both of you."
He slightly blushes. "Thanks."
"You know, I work in Advertising and I'd love to have you in an AD that I'm working on." What. The. Fuck! I must have gone nuts.
"You can't be serious."
"If I didn't already have done it before I saw the pictures, I would have gone out to buy those jeans that you were wearing in that Ad. It's what I need for the new campaign I'm doing."
"Brian is this some new way that you're using to try to fuck me?"
I laugh. He's probably right. I don't even know what I'm thinking. "I don't know."
"I have to think about it."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're really going to think about it?"
"Why?"
"Because you hate me and you think that I'm just trying to fuck you."
"Yeah but I loved doing those photos. It was fun."
"I bet," I say sarcastically. "With Dean…"
He looks at me and smiles. I know. I must sound jealous.
"We fucked after that photo shoot."
I almost choke on my beer. "What?"
He nods and shrugs. "About four years ago, we were in some fucked up sort of relationship. I broke up with Seth and I don't even remember why, but I went out to drink with Dean and we ended up drunk and stoned and next thing I knew, I was fucking his ass, which was like the craziest thing ever because he doesn't bottom for anyone, not even his ex-boyfriend." He smiles and shakes his head. "He did say that I was a great top. Anyway, we just kept on doing it. It went on for two months, maybe longer, I don't really remember. He met Jason, who was his boyfriend 'til last week, and I got back together with Seth."

I knew that they had fucked. I knew it from the look on Dean's face every time he looks at Justin and the way they were kissing this afternoon.
"We decided to be just best friends. The last time it happened, it was during the photo shoots for the spring collection of Calvin Klein. I had a fight with Seth and we were in one of our break-ups and Dean, well… he has, or at least had, an open relationship so we fucked for a couple of times. It was a year and a half ago."
I stare at him for several minutes.
"Are you telling me that every time you had problems with your boyfriend you fucked with Dean?"
He laughs. "I know, it's crazy and now he wants to be together with me. That's what we fought about. I don't want anyone right now and he practically told me that he broke up with his boyfriend because he wanted to come here and be my boyfriend."

So they're not together. I'm relieved about it and I know that I shouldn't be because I just want to fuck him and boyfriend or not I'll have him, but to know that he's not in love with someone else… it's strangely comforting.
"I told you that you were hot and I wasn't the only one that wanted to fuck you."
"I know." He sounds sad for a second, but then smiles and drinks all his beer before getting up to grab another one and I can't help but stare at his perfect ass while he walks towards the kitchen that's in a corner of the living room.

When he bends down to grab the new beer, I lick my lips and before I know what the fuck I'm doing, I'm standing at his back with my hands on his hips.
"Brian. What the fuck are you doing?"
"If I have to tell you, then I'm not doing it in the right way."
He turns around in my arms and put his hands on my chest to shove me back.
"Just fucking stop it. I'm not in the mood for your attempts to fuck me. I've just found out that I have no friends, that the only person that was close to me when I lost my best friend in front of my eyes, just wants to fuck me and this is what you do? Just leave me the fuck alone."
And then he's gone. He fucking left me there. I know that I did something very stupid… but I couldn't help myself.
"Close the door when you go away" he shouts from behind his closed bedroom door.
I must be the greatest asshole ever.