Born Again: Chapter 6
Rating: Adults Only
Characters: Brian and Justin, to begin with; the rest of the gang, later.
Warning: Justin/Ethan, although you never see them have sex (Ummm... This will probably change. I didn't plan on it, but...); Hetero-Michael; drugs <--Hee hee.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Also, this is totally un-beta'd. I gave it some thought, but I mainly write these for fun and am pretty comfortable in my writing. Alantie (_deadbutterfly) reads it before everyone else and I trust her enough to tell me if it sucks my cock like whoa in a bad way. Thanks, honeybear.
Brian and Justin are playing a drunken game of pool. Only, it’s not any true form of billiards. It’s more like Who-Can-Make-Billiards-Into-A-Reenactment-of-the-Kama-Sutra-Live competition. Currently, Justin’s winning. And that’s only because he’s more flexible, as Brian grumbles for the fourth time.
“No one should be able to do that with their legs and a chair, Sunshine,” he slurs, picking up his cue and whacking Justin gently on the ass. Justin’s face flushes and Brian does it harder. Half the bar is silently watching them, taking long, distracting sips from warm beers.
Justin leans over the pool table, aiming his cue, straddling it so that it slides against his body. Brian watches as the cue disappears and reappears from between Justin’s legs.
“We’d better be fucking tonight,” Brian warns, breathing warm, alcohol-laden air on the back of Justin’s neck. “‘Cause it’s not nice to tease.”
Justin turns around and Brian pins him against the pool table, his tongue lazily licking up Justin’s neck. “Want you,” he whispers to Brian.
“Mm hmm.”
Emmett’s the first of Brian’s friends to see them as they begin to practically eat each other alive on the pool table. Brian’s thighs trap Justin as he attempt to raise himself to meet Brian’s kisses and his body shakes with the effort to keep himself lifted a few inches from the table.
“Shouldn’t you do something about that?” Emmett says to Michael, who whips his body around to stare, squinting, at the puddle of erotic goo which has become Brian and Justin.
“Nope,” Michael says quickly, adverting his eyes. As long as he doesn’t see it, he won’t have to claim any responsibility for it.
“Aren’t you always saying you’re his best friend?” Emmett asks, forcing Michael to face Brian and Justin by gripping his chin in their direction. “I think this is one of those moments you get to claim ownership.” He hears Michael sigh. “C’mon. You know Brian’ll regret it in the morning. And think about that poor thing he’s got pinned to the table. You think he’s going to look back on this fondly?”
Michael shakes out of Emmett’s grasp. “Looks like he’s having a grand ol’ time.” They hear Justin moan. “Sounds like it too.”
“Fine. I’ll just call your mother,” Emmett threatens, taking out his little pink cellphone.
Michael slaps Emmett’s phone away from his ear. “Fine. Jesus.” He takes a huge gulp of his beer, wipes his mouth, and slowly trudges over to where his best friend is putting on a free show for a small portion of Liberty Avenue.
A young brunette woman enters the bar as Michael passes the door. She misses the once-over Michael gives her because she’s looking around the room quickly, her eyes growing twice in size when she spies the two men on the pool table, shirts falling off them like water.
“Justin!” She screeches, rushing over to the table. Her face glows red.
Michael slides up next to her. “That one yours?” He asks, nodding to the blond who’s now sitting in Brian’s lap.
Daphne nods with exaggerated zeal. “The other one yours?” She asks meekly, averting her eyes and hiding a smile when Justin gasps.
“Yeah.” Michael holds out a hand. “I’m Michael Novotny. That’s my best friend, Brian Kinney.”
“Daphne Chanders. That’s my best friend, Justin Taylor.”
They both turn to face their friends again. Michael’s never seen Brian so... into a guy before. He’s seen Brian buried to the hilt in a guy’s ass. He’s seen Brian practically choking a guy with his cock. But he’s never seen Brian... Michael’s tilting his head, and while observing their connection, he can’t figure out what it is, exactly, that makes this situation different. It just is.
“Brian?” Michael begins softly. “Brian. Brian!”
Brian looks up from the home he’s made in Justin’s neck. His eyes, glazed with a lust Michael has never seen before in Brian, take a while to focus. Then, “Michael! Oh! Justin!” He nudges Justin, who seems to be in that same haze. Justin looks down at Michael, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Justin, this is my best friend Michael.”
Brian doesn’t introduce his tricks to his friends. It’s a rule. So, imagine Michael’s surprise when he does this.
Justin reaches forward to shake hands, which turns into a very awkward moment because Justin nearly topples over into Michael’s arms, his erection rubbing dangerously close to Michael’s own groin. “Jesus Christ,” Michael stutters as Daphne helps extract Justin, apologizing profusely.
“Justin,” Daphne practically coos, “C’mon. We’re going back to my place for the night.”
Justin’s drunken grin turns sour as he registers Daphne’s words. “No!” He pushes away angrily, “We haven’t fucked yet. Brian’s gonna fuck me first.”
Brian settles at the edge of the pool table, his long legs allowing his feet to scratch at the grainy floor. “Yeah. We haven’t gotten to the main course yet. Go home, Mikey,” Brian’s words run together. “I’m a big boy. We’ll be okay.”
“Brian,” Michael folds his hands on his hips, “You can barely form a complete sentence. I’m gonna drive you home.”
“And I’m gonna drive you home,” Daphne tells Justin, curling her arm around his waist as he sways.
“Like hell you are!” Brian wraps his hand around Justin’s shirt and pulls him in between his legs. His hands roam Justin’s chest.
“Aw,” a male voice calls out. “Leave ‘em be!”
A chorus of laughter circles them. “Yeah,” another voice agrees, “They haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
Daphne observes Justin and Brian with wide eyes. Brian’s hands link possessively around Justin’s belly and Justin’s own hands encase Brian’s knees. Even when alone, in the hidden comfort of their own home, Justin and Ethan were never openly affectionate. She’s always just imagined that that’s how Justin is: a little distant. But, watching him with Brian; watching the light kisses Justin rains on Brian’s chin and jaw; watching the way Brian leans into Justin’s touch, following his mouth as if magnetized, Daphne can only begin imagine how passionate Justin really is.
“See? We win,” Brian smiles into Justin’s neck. “Two against... all of us.”
“Brian,” Michael begins slowly. It’s the way Michael says his name that captures Brian’s attention. “You’re plastered. Would you really trust yourself with Justin’s life?”
Brian frowns and shakes his head adamantly. “No,” he practically whispers.
Michael grins as Brian’s childlike exuberance and honesty. He hasn’t seen Brian this drunk in years. There are many different kinds of drunks: angry; mean; bitter; obnoxious; depressed. Brian’s a happy, carefree drunk. Sometimes, when Brian’s really in a mood, Michael wishes Brian were drunk and for that, he feels eternally guilty.
“Then let me take you home,” Michael sighs, holding out his hand, waiting patiently for Brian to take it.
Daphne does the same.
Justin looks up wistfully at Brian. “Can Brian come home with me?” Brian nods in agreement.
Daphne runs her hands in her long, curly hair. “No,” she drawls, “Because I’ve only got my one bed and like hell are you guys fucking on my couch.”
Justin pouts. After a moment, his face lights up again. “What about my place?” He asks, his voice hopeful and small.
Daphne snorts her humor. “Sure. Yeah. I’m positive Ethan would love that.” She places her hands on top of Brian’s, startled by their warmth, and removes them from around Justin. “It was nice meeting you, Brian. Michael.” She nods and begins to lead a very drunk Justin out of Woody’s.
“Justin can come home with me,” Brian calls out, his condition forcing his sentence into one giant, slurred word.
And Justin smiles at Brian’s words. Daphne has to do a double-take when he does this. She hasn’t seen him smile that brilliantly in... well, she can’t really recall the last time she’s seen it, although she knows she has. Long, long ago. Before the world and all its bitterness stole it away from her best friend.
“Justin. What about Ethan?” She says quietly. He frowns and she regrets mentioning his supposed ex. That smile was short-lived.
“He’s not an issue anymore. We broke up. It’s over.”
“But--”
“It’s just a fuck,” Justin hisses and the gleam in his eyes tells Daphne the exact opposite. That Brian is not just a fuck and she’s fairly certain that this would not be their first union. She wonders, momentarily, how much her best friend has been keeping from her. She remembers Ethan mentioning Brian. At least now she knows that Ethan had a reason to be jealous. And noticing the way Justin’s staring at Brian, she can’t help but be jealous herself.
“Is that what you really want? To be with Brian tonight?”
Justin nods.
“Brian? Is that okay?” Michael asks.
Brian nods.
“Fine,” Michael and Daphne say together. They share a soft grin.
Daphne takes a second to bemoan the fact that all the great ones are gay before kissing her friend on the cheek and turning to Brian. “You better take good care of him. He’s fragile right now.”
“M’not,” Justin mutters, but falls into Brian’s arms anyway, nuzzling the top of his head under Brian’s chin. Their movements are so fluid, so graceful, that Daphne’s reminded of tigers or lions or some big member of the cat family. She waits to see if Brian will bite the scruff of Justin’s neck, but he never does.
Shaking her head, she turns to Michael, “Do you wanna take them home? Or should I?”
Michael shrugs. “I came with my friend Emmett.” He waves to Emmett, who grins at them and kisses the air. “But, Brian would kill me if I left the jeep here overnight. So, I’ll take them to Brian’s in the jeep and then catch a cab home.”
Daphne glances at her watch. It’s late and she was scouring Liberty for hours looking for her friend before searching Woody’s. But, the responsibility shouldn’t rest on Michael’s shoulders alone. She sighs and then gives him a tired smile. “I’ll follow you to Brian’s and give you a ride home.”
*****
“Where’d you guys learn to kiss like that?” Michael calls out from the front of the jeep.
Justin giggles and yelps as Brian bites his ear. “Years and years of experience.”
Rolling his eyes, Michael can’t help but smile at the way they’re acting. Like teenagers. Michael has never, in all his years of friendship with Brian, seen Brian act as carefree. It makes him happy. And the noises they’re making gets him hard. His cheeks flush as he feels his cock strain against the zipper of his jeans. He may be straight, but he can’t deny that what they’re doing, how they sound, is sexy.
He thinks that maybe it’s about time he find some new friends. Some straight friends. Maybe even get himself a girlfriend. His mind wanders back to Justin’s pretty friend, Daphne, and he grins. She’s cute, but probably taken. All the good ones are.
Michael’s been cursed with a less than masculine physique and friends who all happen to be gay. He grew up with a gay uncle, a fag hag of a mother, and later found out his father is a drag queen. It’s almost unbelievable that he turned out straight. But here he is, heterosexual in a homosexual world.
Brian’s whimper brings Michael back to the present. Back to the jeep and one very drunk best friend. Michael glances in his rearview mirror and gapes at them. They’re really going at it.
He swerves the car, cackling when Brian curses and Justin screams in fear. “Possum,” he giggles.
Brian leans forward, his mouth close to Michael’s ear. “Run it over next time,” he sneers. “You’ve always been afraid of possums anyway.”
“You’re scared of possums?” Justin joins Brian, their faces sticking through the gap between the seats. “They’re just giant mice.”
Michael shudders. “No. They’re giant rats.”
“Same difference,” Justin shrugs.
“Not to Mikey. He hates rats, too.”
Michael attempts to hit them until they fall back into their seats. “I just don’t like the tail of a rat. Reminds me too much of worms.”
“You’re scared of worms, too?” The jeep fills with silence until Brian and Justin begin to giggle together, much to the annoyance of Michael.
“Everybody has their fears,” he mutters, pulling up next to Brian’s building.
Daphne’s already there waiting for them. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “I mean, he just got out of a long-term relationship.”
Justin uncoils himself from Brian’s arms. “You never liked him in the first place.”
Daphne’s lips turn into a small smile. “True.” Her grin grows. “You finally got rid of the asshole.”
“In replace for another one,” Michael nods at Brian, who’s already stolen back what little of Justin’s attention Daphne managed to receive.
on to chapter 7...
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