Brian and Justin walk into Babylon together.

"No drugs for the little boy, you have school." Brian smirk.

"So what? Come on, Brian." Justin said.

"Do you want an 'E'?" Brian asked stopping in front of Justin. "Why should I give you one?"

"Because it's me." Justin smiled and kissed him softly. "Gimme some." he said.

Brian rolls his eyes, but pulls out a tab and put it on his own tongue, offering it in a kiss.

Justin chuckled but quickly kissed him.

Brian slung his arm around Justin's shoulders and walked them to the bar where Emmitt and Michael were standing.

Justin leaned closer to him. "Buy me a beer." he said.

"First 'E', now a beer. What next?" Brian asked, signaling for a Beam. "Going home with me?" He grinned.

"Are you inviting me?" Justin smiled and looked at him.

Brian smirked, his eyes following a short red head. "Maybe," he said absently.

Michael scowled at his friend. "You can do better than your twink stalker."

"I'm not his stalker." Justin murmured. "Buy me a beer." she said and leaned to kiss Brian.

"You are my stalker," Brian chuckled and waved the bartender for a beer. "And I expect a proper thank you." He handed the beer over, but didn't let go for a second. "In the backroom."

Justin raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Really?"

Brian close and whispered in his ear. "And if you are good enough, I just might take you home." He licked the shell of Justin's ear.

"You'll take me home anyways." Justin whispered and stepped closer to Brian.

Brian wanted to deny it, but the kid usually did end up at the loft, especially after he had a few drinks and 'E'. "Perhaps," he agreed and walked away. He grabbed a trick by the front of his pants and led him to the backroom.

Justin sighed and looked away quietly.

Justin sighed and looked at Michael. "He's never going to change huh?"

"It's just Brian, Baby," Emmitt said putting a hand on Justin's shoulder.

"Why should he change?" Michael huffed.

Justin rolled his eyes and looked at Emmett. "I know." He sighed.

Brian returns a few minutes later with a self-satisfied smirk. He leaned against the bar next to Justin, as if nothing had happened. He'd just done what he always does.

Justin rolled his eyes and went to dance with a Guy, who was looking at him.

Brian got another drink, listening to Michael go on about some movie with only half an ear. He pretended to pay attention even as his attention kept returning to the blond twink dancing. He was NOT jealous. He just wanted to protect the kid, he told himself as way to explain away why he kept such a close watch. He refused to acknowledge that he didn't like it what the twink, his twink, paid attention to someone else entirely. Watching him dance and everything with others was hot, as long as Brian was part of it, had the boy's attention.

Justin bared his neck and looked at Brian as the guy started to kiss his neck.

Brian swallowed down the rest of his drink, forcing himself to look away. After a second though, he found himself looking again. It pissed him off sometimes, the way he couldn't stay away from the blond teenager.

Justin was kissing the guy hungrily as the guy was humping him.

Brian scowled, but after another minute of Justin being pawed by some undeserving trick he left the bar and made his way over to them. He walked up behind Justin and pulled him against his chest with an arm around his waist. "Teasing little shit," he growled in his ear, his body matching Justin's movement as he continued to dance.

"I was dancing with him, Brian." Justin said.

The guy looked at Brian. "Fuck off. I found him first."

Brian huffed a laugh, his arms still tight around Justin, his entire body still pressed against the smaller one.

"You owe me a trip to the backroom," he said in Justin's ear, his eyes locked on the trick who was scowling. It was a great reason for him to come over and take him away, he told himself. Even though he would have done it anyway, and found a different excuse to give.

"You already went there but not with me." Justin said.

The guy moved closer to Justin.

Brian scowled. "And I'll go again without you. You know this is who I am, Justin," he said. How many times did he have to tell him? "Now, come on." He moved to turn Justin toward the backroom, the kid still pressed against him.

"Then go without me." Justin mumbled and moved away to walk back to the guy. He wanted to show Brian that he can find someone else as well. That he can't expect Justin to be there only when he didn't have something better.

"Fine," Brian snapped and walked away in anger. He couldn't believe Justin had turned him down, had turned him away for someone else.

He went straight to the backroom, grabbed one of the men, leaned against the wall, and pushed the man to his knees.

Stupid twink, he thought, even as he wished it was Justin kneeling in front of him.

Justin groaned and pulled the guy to the backroom. He leaned against the wall, making sure that he can see Brian as he guy dropped to his knees.

Fucking little shit, Brian growled in his head. The shit was standing there, letting the trick suck him, touch him, after telling Brian no.

Brian clenched his teeth together and started fucking his trick's mouth, letting his anger out a little.

He wasn't supposed to care what Justin did. And normally he would have found Justin getting sucked hot, of course normally he was with Justin. This time Justin had purposely chosen someone else and refused Brian, then flaunted it.

He continued to glare at the blond, even as he came down the trick's throat.

Without a word to the man on his knees, Brian tucked himself away and all but stormed out of the backroom. He needed a drink, or five.

After a couple of minutes Justin walked out, the guy after him. He went to stand next to Brian. "Buy me a drink." He said.

Brian stared at him for a moment, surprised by his nerve. "Give me one fucking reason I should," he said, trying not to sound upset in anyway. It was bad enough the kid knew how much he loved fucking him, he didn't need to let him know that Brian was actually effected by what he had just done.

"Because I'm thirsty." Justin smiled and leaned closer to him.

Brian stared at him, taking a drink of his own beer. "Maybe the next guy you blow will buy you one," he said calmly. Little shit expecting him to buy him beer after that little show.

"I didn't blow him." Justin said.

Brian rolled his eyes. "Then find someone you will, and have him ply you with drinks," He said. "I already gave you 'E' and a beer." And all he got out of it was to watch his favorite piece of ass letting someone else touch him.

Justin sighed and started to kiss his neck. "Please." He said against his eyes.

"Annoying brat," Brain said with a hint of a smile, gesturing for a beer. He pulled the blond flush against him for a kiss before handing over the drink.

Justin grinned and took the beer. "Thanks." He said and kissed him again.

Brian pulled the boy back into his arms, his back to Brian's chest, his perfect ass against his cock. That had to be Brian's favorite way to hold the blond.

"You are coming home with me," he whispered to Justin, ignoring Michael's glare.

Justin chuckled. "Sounds good." He hummed and rolled his hips slowly.

"Dance, backroom, or loft?" Brian growled, pressing himself even closer against the teen.

"Dance for now." Justin said and moved his head to the side to kiss his neck.

"Dancing it is, for now," Brian said and pulled the boy onto the floor.

Justin smiled and moved close to him.

Brian held them close together as they danced. He really enjoyed dancing with the boy. Hell he enjoyed a lot of things with the blond.

Justin smiled and wrapped his arms around Brain' neck and kissed him hungrily.

By the time Brian pulled the sweaty blond off the dance floor his cock was hard and already leaking. He was tired of playing around.

"Ready to go now?" He growled in Justin's ear, biting the lobe gently.

"More than ready." Justin moaned.