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Chapter 1

The flashing lights of Babylon was like a homing beacon, calling and welcoming all the queers of Pittsburgh into its humble abode…but that did little to stop the nerves that Justin Taylor now felt. He stood outside the club with wide eyes and looked towards his close friend for reassurance.

Emmett Honeycutt, queen and expert of the queer nightlife of Pittsburgh, smiled encouragingly. He knew this had to be his choice. Although the 21 year old knew he was gay since he was sixteen – in fact Emmett had been the first person he told – and had dated a few times, no relationship really lasting more than maybe a week or two. This would be his first visit to a gay club (there weren't that many in Hazlehurst, Mississippi). Add in the fact he had just come out to his parents and had experienced a less than warm welcome, it was understood he was feeling vulnerable. Emmett watched him patiently, silently. Justin took in a shaky breath, adjusted the tight waistband of his newly purchased leather trousers and turned to offer his friend a bright smile. Before he could change his mind, he grasped Emmett's hand and led him into the crowded club, only pausing so Emmett could flash his membership at the towering bouncer.

Justin hesitated when he caught sight of the withering mass of bodies pressed against each other, illuminated by those multicoloured lights. He put on a brave face. It's now or never…

Brian leant casually against the staircase, beer in hand as his eyes scanned the dance floor like an eagle watches its prey, searching for the next trick. There were many willing men out there, tops and bottoms, all willing to hand their ass over for a pounding, but…none of them seem to perk his interest above mild curiosity. He couldn't explain it, he just wanted something different. Standing on his left was his closest friend, Michael, and his reluctant friend and accountant, Ted. It was usual routine for them, drinking beer and commenting on their (apparent lack-of) lives, whilst checking out the muscle before them. Although Brian never participated, he did listen.

"So where's Emmett? He said he was going to be here, right?" Michael questioned.

"He told me an old friend dropped by today – apparently he was kicked out by his dad or something – and he had to help him get settled, but he said he'd drop by and introduce him to some 'friendly faces'." Ted explained, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

Michael frowned at the mention of an 'old friend'. "I don't remember Em ever mentioning an old friend…"

Ted shrugged. "I suppose everyone keeps their secrets, even to their friends." He downed the last of his drink quickly, before returning his gaze to the floor. "Ah, I think I see him now."

Brian followed his gaze of his trusted employee and found exactly what he had been looking for all night. Standing beside Emmett was a young blond – maybe around 19 or 20, younger even. He was dressed to entice – leather trousers clung to and cupped a beautifully shaped bubble butt; his clear shit showed off an expanse of creamy white flesh, just begging to be marred. He seemed nervous, shy; almost innocent as he bit his full bottom lip and seemed to smile hesitantly. His sapphire eyes, so wide and alert, showed all his emotions to a captivated audience. Brian could just imagine how they would look, clouded and overwhelmed with lust and unadulterated desire. Oh yes, he wasn't about to let this one get away so easily.

Emmett bounced up to them in his usual flamboyant way, an ecstatic grin in place. "Gentleman, I want to introduce you to someone." He tugged the blond closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "This is Justin Taylor. He's a very special friend of mine so I expected him to be taken care of. Baby, this is Ted Schmidt, Michael Novotny and Brian Kinney."

Justin smiled at each one in turn and muttered a greeting. Brian forced their eyes to lock, and unleashed a darkened look that could only be a promise of sexual gratification. Justin shivered pleasurably and licked his lips instinctively. Brian smirked in a predatory fashion.

Michael saw the look exchange and frowned, annoyed by it. "Hey Bri, do you want to dance?"

"Sure I want to dance, Mikey," Brian answered. He swept forward and pressed himself against the short form of the new blond, dipping his head forward so they're foreheads justabout touched. His voice was low, husky. "Do you Justin?"

Justin swallowed once, his tongue thick, and looked up at the gorgeous brunet, the Adonis that seemed to be interest in him, through his eyelashes. The hazel eyes were so intense, so breathtaking. Unable to form coherent words at that moment, he made an approving noise at the back of his throat and nodded.

Brian grinned wolfishly, clearly happy with the decision, before grabbing one of the leather loop holes in the blond's trousers and using it to led them onto the dance floor, somewhere within the crowd. Justin followed willingly. Michael pouted, arms crossed as they disappeared from immediate view. Emmett watched his friend closely for a moment before sighing, a small smile playing on his lips, and taking the recently vacated space against the stairwell.

"Shouldn't you warn him about Brian? I mean, Justin seems kind of young…" Ted suggested.

Emmett scoffed. "Oh Teddy, Justin may be young but he's far from naïve. In fact, I'm almost worried for Big, Bad Brian Kinney." Andmaybetheycanbegoodforeachother…

"Brian can handle anything that twink throws his way," Michael retorted.

"Well sweetie, Brian's never met a twink like Justin before," Emmett countered with a smirk, turning to watch the couple on the dance floor.

Their bodies swayed in time together, hips and groins teasingly rutting against each other with every movement they, or the people around them, made. Their arousal was obvious, causing smirks and heated looks to be shared between the two. Justin locked his arms tightly around his neck, holding the lithe body close. Brian's fingers had locked into the belt loops; the edge of his thumb caressed the revealed skin on the small of his back. He dipped his head and rest his forehead against the blond's, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're a good dancer," Brian complimented.

Justin smiled slightly. "Lucky for you."

He raised an eyebrow, mildly shocked by the comeback.

The younger blond allowed his smile to widen as his confidence grew. His eyes caught the light and sparkled teasingly. "Well, not to be rude but…you're shit at dancing. It's your good fortune that you have me to make you look good."

Brian's lips twitched upward in amusement. "Is that so?"

Justin hummed in acknowledgement, wetting his lips.

"Well, I guess, I am the lucky one," he looked thoughtful for a moment as a smirk slowly crossed his face, "I guess I'm going to have to reward you…"

Justin appeared surprised for a moment before his expression melted into one of anticipation, lust and high expectations. "And what will my 'reward' be exactly, Mr. Kinney?"

Brian smirked slightly, his eyes darkened. He dipped his head and playfully brushed his lips against the plump, rosy ones of the blond. Justin parted his lips on contact and waited with bated breath for more. He felt his long, warm fingers clutch the back of his neck, threading through his hair, before the brunet finally connected their lips once again, increasing the pressure. Brian slipped his tongue past the parted lips and tasted, for the first time, the southern blond. He was sweet and hot, moaning wantonly when he sucked skilfully on the probing muscle. Their teeth clicked together roughly and they breathed harshly.

Brian dug his fingers into the pale skin and Justin tightened his head hold, pulling him closer. Brian pulled away, his breathing heavy and uneven, as his alert eyes scanned across his now flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, his diluted eyes. Justin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his voice husky, "I believe I promised you a reward, and I always keep my promises…"

"I'd be happy to help you keep this promise. Lead the way," Justin ordered.

For once in his life, Brian did so without arguing. He was too amored by the blond. At that moment, he wanted nothing more to get inside that beautifully part bubble butt, and he had no intention of waiting much longer.