"La Poción -Capitulo Cuatro-"
TITLE: "La Poción -Capitulo Cuatro-"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: positive_pat
BANNER BY: silentlywrecked
ICON BY: nanoa
TIMELINE: AU timeline around S3 (Brian is 31 and Justin is 23 years old).
PAIRING: Brian and Justin.
WORD COUNT: 2901 words.
WARNING: NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Justin, a famous artist from NYC meets Pittsburgh's Most Eligible Gay Bachelor, Brian Kinney. Justin falls head over heels and swears he'll do anything to make Brian madly, and deeply in love with him...
A/N: This fic is entered in the Matchmaking Challenge: Banners into Fiction in neverenough_bj. I know, sooo late, but I'm working on it. Working on it. I hope you guys will enjoy the little treat I have included in this fic. More to come!
This chapter is also written for my table in fanfic100, Prompt #49: Club.
***Special thanks to the awesome callie89 for the WONDERFUL caps she made for me a while back especially for this fic :O) I hope you'll enjoy the WONDERFUL caps as well ;O)
I really love this banner... It's by silentlywrecked; I hope I will give your art piece justice...
LA POCION -CAPITULO UNO-
LA POCION -CAPITULO DOS-
LA POCION -CAPITULO TRES-
Previously…
When he dropped me off that morning, I asked him if we’d see each other again.
He leaned in; his eyes covered with dark glasses were hidden from me; his breath kissed my cheek, he smiled but he didn’t say a word. He reached for the passenger’s seat’s door handle and pushed it open for me.
That was it, I thought. His silence; his actions made it clear that it was just a one night stand and it'll never happen again. At that moment, I knew I might not see him again. I didn't like the thought of it. I refused to let it happen...
I've decided that after that day, I will see Brian Kinney again.
Now, where are we?
Ah, let’s go back to the present… Two weeks after I met Brian…
Oh, yes…
My tiny studio in Pittsburgh…
Lunch time…
Brian on his knees; my half-naked self sitting on my table…
My eyes rolling in the back of my head
Yes…
“S-S-Stop…”
Brian looks up at me with questioning eyes.
“You don’t like what I’m doing?” He asks me and flicks his tongue on top of my dripping slit.
“I do… fuck! I do. But-”
“But what?” He says, now he sucks on the head of my cock.
“I’m-I’ll come if you keep doing that,” I breathe heavily.
Brian grins, then says, “I want you to come,” and takes my whole length inside his mouth.
I lost control and let go; I thrust in his mouth. My cock freely slides in and out of his lips. His warm lips wrap around my pulsing dick.
I dare not close my eyes. I want to watch him. There’s something about him- his actions that tells me, this is all for me. His mouth, his attention.
He’s all mine…
I can dream, can’t I?
He let my cock pop out of his mouth, then let it slide all the way inside again, my head hitting the back of his throat; then the side of his mouth.
Fuck.
“Fuck,” I utter out loud, then I start coming. My warm juice drips on the side of his lips; I spill on my thighs and droplets of it land on his handsome burgundy button-up shirt.
Shit. He doesn’t seem to mind though. He jerks my cock off and milks it to the very last drop. I collapse on my art supplies on top of my table. He follows me and kisses me on the mouth.
How did we hook up again, you wanted to know?
One word: Babylon.
**********
"La Poción -Capitulo Cuatro-"
By Doppelganger
“Was Brian here?” Daphne asks after swallowing the salad she stuffed in her mouth.
I take a big bite of my sub before answering her with another question, “W-hy?”
“You’ve been acting like a dreamy high school girl since the day you met Brian. You developed this disgustingly satisfied look on your face… The one you have on right now…” She points her fork at me.
I frown, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I pretend.
“This look-- You only have it when you’re with Brian. Or you just met up with him…” Daphne continues.
I grin, “You mean the I-just-got-laid look?”
Daphne‘s mouth falls wide open, “Wha--Justin!” She laughs then says, “It’s actually more like I-just--got-pounded look!”
I almost choke on my sub. I grab my soda.
“You are such a slut!” Daphne slaps me on the arm. I adore her; she’s been my friend since I was little. When my family and I moved to New York, Daphne and I kept in touch. And I’m glad we did because I can honestly say that she is the only, truly best friend that I have. We shared a lot of things in the past and we’ve been through a lot. And I mean a lot. And the five-hour distance that parted us before didn’t change anything between us. We’re like how we were when we were younger.
“Oh my god,” it’s her turn to frown this time, “Doesn’t he work, too? I mean, what does he do, spend his lunch break here in your studio? And what do you guys do for an hour????”
I look at her, lick my lips and just smile.
Daphne rolls her eyes, “You really are a slut!” She giggles and reaches for her iced tea.
She‘s quiet for a minute. “So,” she suddenly says with her red lips in a pout, “What is he now, your boyfriend?”
I look at her from under my lashes. I wanted to say I wish…
I swallow my sub, “We just met,” I stress out.
“Well,” she takes a sip of her drink, “Do you love him?”
**********
“Do you love him?”
Daphne’s last words are the only thing that register in my head before I enter a trance like state as I recall the night I first stepped in Babylon…
It was just like a dream I had walked into…
The lights and loud music of Babylon overwhelmed me that I thought of walking out before I could accomplish what I came there for.
Nearly naked bodies of well built and gorgeous men bumping and grinding with each other could be seen everywhere I turned my head.
Magnificent looking men cruised me…
Some of them even tried to picked me up…
Then, there was laughter on the dance floor and the unmistakably noise of orgies echoing under the loud music of Babylon...
I stood there-- in the middle of this big ball of experience; trying to take everything in.
But this overwhelming pressure that sat on my shoulders was telling me to turn around and go home.
Then, a scenario caught my attention-- a young beautiful man getting head not far from the bar. In full view of everybody! I swallowed as I felt my ears heating. I’m not easily shocked. And I did kind of knew what to expect when I came to this place… But to actually see it… Be here… Hear, smell, feel all these…
My face reddened.
My groin reacted hotly to the scene and the thought that it could be me standing in the middle of this same crowd being pleasured by Brian.
Or vice versa.
My lust and desire suddenly calmed me down. It gave me this different kind of confidence. I came here to get what I want and what I want I will get.
I proceeded and walked passed hard, sweaty bodies until I reached the bar. I didn’t really know what to order at first. I thought that a glass of wine would be good to have at the moment. Wine usually calms me down. Looking at my clammy hands I thought I do need more calming down. But I noticed every single person standing around me were either drinking beer or taking shots.
Don’t get me wrong. I like to party and I did a whole lot of that when I was in high school and back when I was in college. But my passion which is my art is my life. My love. So I devote most of my time to my art so that I hardly have time to socialize. And when I do, I don’t really go out clubbing. I have what I call a triangular social life: it includes me, Mona, my art dealer and-- Mona‘s boyfriend?!. I’ve decided, I have a boring social life…
Fuck this…
I swallowed then tried to catch the bartender‘s attention, “Excuse me.”
I had to call him twice because the music was too loud.
The bartender with brown hair and great blue eyes finally looked at me. He replied but I couldn‘t hear him.
I think he said “Yes?”
I then ordered, “A shot of tequila, please.”
The bartender leaned forward, “I’m sorry, what’s that?”
"A shot of tequila. Make that two.”
A familiar voice answered for me. The bartender nodded.
My heart stopped beating-- and I’m telling you, I’m very much convinced that it did for a second or two-- as if electricity was ran throughout my body.
I looked to my side and saw the man I couldn’t stop thinking about for almost a week now.
“Brian…” I smiled.
Brian cocked an eyebrow and just stared at my face.
“Here you go, Brian,” the bartender handed Brian the shots. I didn’t fail to notice the look the bartender gave Brian or even the bartender’s finger that slightly touched Brian’s tanned hand.
I felt--hot and annoyed.
“Salut,” Brian raised an eyebrow as he handed me one of the tequila shots.
“Cheers,” I took the shot from him but didn’t drink it. I was hypnotized.
I watched his every move;
His tongue slightly stuck out of his parted lips as he brought his hand to his mouth. He sensually wet the skin between his index finger and thumb. Then he poured some salt onto his skin; licked it before shooting down the liquor. He then put the shot glass down on the bar and placed a slice of lime in his mouth. He sucked it gently while he stared in my eyes.
I licked my lips.
He spoke, “Are you drinking yours?”
I realized I was still holding my shot, “Huh? Yeah, sure…”
I performed the same ritualistic task before it was finally time to drink my tequila. I was fully aware of his eyes watching me.
I tossed the liquor down my throat and regretted it afterward. The burning sensation the alcohol caused on my throat was excruciating. I coughed hard.
“You okay?” Brian had an amused smirk on his face.
“Yeah,” I tried to answer. I reached for my slice of lime but I dropped it on the floor.
“Fuck me,” I muttered. I then looked up and saw Brian had that same intrigued expression on his face; same as the night we met.
I tried my best to regain my composure.
“Want another one?” Brian asked me; there was a tone of challenge in his voice.
I thought for a minute then saw that teasing look on Brian’s face, “Sure,” I answered firmly; silently taking the challenge.
I know I’ll regret this later, I thought to myself.
Brian grinned and motioned the bartender to give us another round of shots. And as if reading my thoughts he said, “You’re not planning to get drunk again tonight, are you?” He pressed his lips together but I saw that smirk he was trying to hide.
I raised an eyebrow, “No, not tonight…” But in the back of my head, I was saying, “Unless you’ll take me home again… But I controlled myself.
“So,” Brian said after a while, “What brought you to Babylon?”
I felt my skin tingle. What brought me to Babylon?
You… I wanted to tell him.
Coz I couldn’t stop thinking about you…
“I was bored,” instead I thought to say.
“Bored?” Brian repeated.
“Yes. Bored.”
“You came to the right place to have fun, fun, fun,” he said. Before I could reply, a handsome man with dark hair and big dark eyes that looked about Brian’s age walked right up to us. The man looked at me once then gave Brian a kiss on the mouth.
I felt the jealousy rising from the pit of my stomach. I moved my eyes away from them…
My view jumped from one person to another--wishing my situation did not hurt as much as it did now…
“Brian, he’s waiting for you--”
“Right now, Michael?” I heard Brian say.
“Yes,” Michael said and pulled Brian away.
When I looked back where Brian was standing, he was gone…
“Your shots,” the bartender placed the tequila in front of me.
“Hmmm,” I groaned a reply, “Thanks…” I didn’t look up.
“Where’s Brian?” The bartender asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know. I’m not his babysitter.”
The bartender smiled widely, “Don’t be snappy, I was just asking…”
I felt bad after that. “Sorry," I looked up this time.
“It’s alright…” The bartender said, “I’m Tim,” and reached out a hand to me.
“Justin,” I took Tim’s hand.
“So typical of him,” Tim said all of a sudden.
“What’s that?” I asked moving closer to Tim so I could hear him better.
Tim leaned forward, “To always get the hottest and newest guy in town.”
“What?”
“You,” Tim said.
“Oh,” I blushed. Tim was obviously flirting with me. I should feel good. But instead I felt confused.
And scared.
Is that what I was to Brian?
The new guy in town.
New trick.
Flavor of the month…
“You’re not from around here.”
“I’m from New York City,” I responded to Tim; my fingers played with the shot glasses.
“Welcome to Pittsburgh…” Tim echoed Brian’s exact words at my exhibit.
“Thanks.” I said without any enthusiasm.
“Do you like it so far?”
“What?”
“Pittsburgh.”
Again, I thought of Brian…
What is he doing right now?
It was killing me…
“Yes. I do,” I smiled at Tim and tried to entertain myself before I completely lost it.
"As a matter of fact, I was born here. My family’s from this area.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, okay,” Tim nodded.
I wanted to feel good but I was feeling shitty because I couldn‘t stop thinking about what I just heard from Tim.
Typically, Brian picks up the newest and hottest guy in town…
Then what?
I guess, he moves on to the next newest and hottest guy that crosses his path…
I swallowed.
And the man with the dark hair he called Michael… Who is he?
Brian obviously knew the man very well…
Are they lovers?
“Can I have a beer?” I turned to Tim.
“Sure. What kind?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Here ya go,” Tim handed me an ice cold bottle of beer.
“How much?”
“It’s on the house.”
“Thanks,” I raised the bottle to Tim before sipping it.
“No problem,” Tim gave me the sexiest smile.
Tim was a very handsome man.
But I wasn’t interested.
I only wanted Brian.
Then customers started lining up. Tim became busy. The dance floor was livelier. There was more action going on in the club than the first minute I came in. I thought of dancing. I noticed a young blond was cruising me. He started walking towards m e. I did not want any other men‘s attention, really. I turned around and thanked god Tim was done serving people and came back to me.
“So…”
“So?” I looked at him.
“Are you going home with him?”
I frowned, “With who?”
“He meant me,” a warm breathe showered the back of my neck. I thought for a minute, Fuck, it was the blond! But then I saw the disappointing look on Tim’s face. I knew Brian was back.
I felt the palm of Brian’s hand on the middle of my back slowly moving up to my naked neck. His hand held me by the back of my head, his fingers entwined in my hair. He gripped my hair in a sort of a massaging manner. I almost closed my eyes.
What the fuck is he doing to me?
“Having fun?” Brian whispered in my ear. I realized our bodies were so close together.
I swallowed then replied, “Sure.”
He let go of my head. I wish he hadn’t.
“Miss me?” He took the bottle of beer from my hand and downed it. A devilish but boyish smirk peeked on the side of his sexy mouth.
I didn’t reply.
Then I decided to say, “Did you have fun?”
I told myself I wasn’t going to go there.
I was going to try not to let anything that had to do with this man get through to me.
Falling head over heels for him was hard enough.
Worrying that he wasn’t my boyfriend and that he literally could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck-- have whoever he wanted to have-- was surely going to drive me mad.
But there I went… Acting like a jealous boyfriend.
Surprisingly, Brian didn’t seem to catch on.
Or maybe he was just ignoring me.
Either way, he acted coolly and just looked at me; his elbows rested on the bar.
“If listening to some drama queen talk about their boyfriend going to jail for hiring a minor to work for him and his pornographic website is fun, then yes, I had a blast.”
Sarcasm, I'd decided from the very moment I met this man, was his second nature.
“Okay…” I was confused but I didn‘t ask for any clarification.
Silence.
Then, “Why are you here?” Brian asked me; his tone denoted seriousness.
I gave him a faint smile, “I told you, I was-”
“Bored,” Brian cut me off, “Why are you really here?” Brian bit his lower lip and held my eyes with his hazel eyes.
I took the beer back from him and sipped some of the liquid from it.
“You never called…” There I went again.
Brian straightened up. Tongue rolled in his cheek.
“Did I promise you a phone call?” He asked.
Right there and then, I wanted to give up.
I was broken.
But something told me that this was a game and to win it, I had to play it.
“No. You didn‘t,” I nonchalantly tilted my head, eyes moving away from him and focusing on Tim who flashed me a big smile.
I made sure Brian didn’t miss the interaction.
I saw the frown form on his beautiful forehead.
I shrugged my shoulders, “But I thought at least since you had fun that night,” I lowered my voice; made it uncaring but sensual, “You would’ve wanted to hook up again… But I guess,” I sighed, “This place is packed with fresh faces,” I continued not giving him a chance to reply. “New people to meet. New people to have fun with. A lot of choices,” I openly cruised the same young blond that was cruising me earlier, “Who can help kill boredom…” then I moved my eyes back to him, who was watching me closely.
Again, silence.
He nodded. Mouth parted, I saw his tongue rolling inside his mouth; then he said, “Is that your plan?” His voice was expressionless.
I raised an eyebrow.
He looked around, “Find someone to kill your boredom.”
I didn’t answer and downed my beer.
Then he saw the tequila shots. Brian handed me one of the glasses. Then we did t he same routine at the same time:
Tongue hand; salt hand, mouth salt--
Then we took our shots together. Brian finished first; he placed a slice of lime in his mouth.
Bit then sucked it. Gently.
And as I was placing the shot glass down on the bar feeling that alcohol burn the inside of my throat, Brian spat the piece of fruit out of his mouth then firmly grabbed the front of my shirt with his hand. He pulled me closer to his body and lightly pressed his red lips on mine, running his tongue over my parted mouth. I met his tongue with my tongue; his tequila-lime flavored kiss delivered shock waves all throughout my shaking body…
That night, I found myself back at the loft. My naked body quivered, writhed underneath Brian‘s. I was deliciously tortured; tormented...Spent but remained unsatisfied… His big, pulsing flesh didn’t tire going in and out of my body until the break of dawn. And when I came, I screamed. I screamed out loud and called his name...
While dozing off, he scooped me with his arms and he let me sleep on his hard chest. And as he snored lightly, I whispered, “I love you…”
**********
“Well?”
I look at Daphne, her fork suspended in mid-air by the front of her talking mouth.
“I don’t know…”
I do know…
“Yeah…” I whisper.
“Yeah what?” Daphne places the food in her mouth. She chews quietly as she awaits for my response.
“I love him…”
She smiles at me but with a frown she asks, “Does he love you?”
TBC
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: positive_pat
BANNER BY: silentlywrecked
ICON BY: nanoa
TIMELINE: AU timeline around S3 (Brian is 31 and Justin is 23 years old).
PAIRING: Brian and Justin.
WORD COUNT: 2901 words.
WARNING: NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Justin, a famous artist from NYC meets Pittsburgh's Most Eligible Gay Bachelor, Brian Kinney. Justin falls head over heels and swears he'll do anything to make Brian madly, and deeply in love with him...
A/N: This fic is entered in the Matchmaking Challenge: Banners into Fiction in neverenough_bj. I know, sooo late, but I'm working on it. Working on it. I hope you guys will enjoy the little treat I have included in this fic. More to come!
This chapter is also written for my table in fanfic100, Prompt #49: Club.
***Special thanks to the awesome callie89 for the WONDERFUL caps she made for me a while back especially for this fic :O) I hope you'll enjoy the WONDERFUL caps as well ;O)
I really love this banner... It's by silentlywrecked; I hope I will give your art piece justice...
LA POCION -CAPITULO UNO-
LA POCION -CAPITULO DOS-
LA POCION -CAPITULO TRES-
Previously…
When he dropped me off that morning, I asked him if we’d see each other again.
He leaned in; his eyes covered with dark glasses were hidden from me; his breath kissed my cheek, he smiled but he didn’t say a word. He reached for the passenger’s seat’s door handle and pushed it open for me.
That was it, I thought. His silence; his actions made it clear that it was just a one night stand and it'll never happen again. At that moment, I knew I might not see him again. I didn't like the thought of it. I refused to let it happen...
I've decided that after that day, I will see Brian Kinney again.
Now, where are we?
Ah, let’s go back to the present… Two weeks after I met Brian…
Oh, yes…
My tiny studio in Pittsburgh…
Lunch time…
Brian on his knees; my half-naked self sitting on my table…
My eyes rolling in the back of my head
Yes…
“S-S-Stop…”
Brian looks up at me with questioning eyes.
“You don’t like what I’m doing?” He asks me and flicks his tongue on top of my dripping slit.
“I do… fuck! I do. But-”
“But what?” He says, now he sucks on the head of my cock.
“I’m-I’ll come if you keep doing that,” I breathe heavily.
Brian grins, then says, “I want you to come,” and takes my whole length inside his mouth.
I lost control and let go; I thrust in his mouth. My cock freely slides in and out of his lips. His warm lips wrap around my pulsing dick.
I dare not close my eyes. I want to watch him. There’s something about him- his actions that tells me, this is all for me. His mouth, his attention.
He’s all mine…
I can dream, can’t I?
He let my cock pop out of his mouth, then let it slide all the way inside again, my head hitting the back of his throat; then the side of his mouth.
Fuck.
“Fuck,” I utter out loud, then I start coming. My warm juice drips on the side of his lips; I spill on my thighs and droplets of it land on his handsome burgundy button-up shirt.
Shit. He doesn’t seem to mind though. He jerks my cock off and milks it to the very last drop. I collapse on my art supplies on top of my table. He follows me and kisses me on the mouth.
How did we hook up again, you wanted to know?
One word: Babylon.
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"La Poción -Capitulo Cuatro-"
By Doppelganger
“Was Brian here?” Daphne asks after swallowing the salad she stuffed in her mouth.
I take a big bite of my sub before answering her with another question, “W-hy?”
“You’ve been acting like a dreamy high school girl since the day you met Brian. You developed this disgustingly satisfied look on your face… The one you have on right now…” She points her fork at me.
I frown, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I pretend.
“This look-- You only have it when you’re with Brian. Or you just met up with him…” Daphne continues.
I grin, “You mean the I-just-got-laid look?”
Daphne‘s mouth falls wide open, “Wha--Justin!” She laughs then says, “It’s actually more like I-just--got-pounded look!”
I almost choke on my sub. I grab my soda.
“You are such a slut!” Daphne slaps me on the arm. I adore her; she’s been my friend since I was little. When my family and I moved to New York, Daphne and I kept in touch. And I’m glad we did because I can honestly say that she is the only, truly best friend that I have. We shared a lot of things in the past and we’ve been through a lot. And I mean a lot. And the five-hour distance that parted us before didn’t change anything between us. We’re like how we were when we were younger.
“Oh my god,” it’s her turn to frown this time, “Doesn’t he work, too? I mean, what does he do, spend his lunch break here in your studio? And what do you guys do for an hour????”
I look at her, lick my lips and just smile.
Daphne rolls her eyes, “You really are a slut!” She giggles and reaches for her iced tea.
She‘s quiet for a minute. “So,” she suddenly says with her red lips in a pout, “What is he now, your boyfriend?”
I look at her from under my lashes. I wanted to say I wish…
I swallow my sub, “We just met,” I stress out.
“Well,” she takes a sip of her drink, “Do you love him?”
**********
“Do you love him?”
Daphne’s last words are the only thing that register in my head before I enter a trance like state as I recall the night I first stepped in Babylon…
It was just like a dream I had walked into…
The lights and loud music of Babylon overwhelmed me that I thought of walking out before I could accomplish what I came there for.
Nearly naked bodies of well built and gorgeous men bumping and grinding with each other could be seen everywhere I turned my head.
Magnificent looking men cruised me…
Some of them even tried to picked me up…
Then, there was laughter on the dance floor and the unmistakably noise of orgies echoing under the loud music of Babylon...
I stood there-- in the middle of this big ball of experience; trying to take everything in.
But this overwhelming pressure that sat on my shoulders was telling me to turn around and go home.
Then, a scenario caught my attention-- a young beautiful man getting head not far from the bar. In full view of everybody! I swallowed as I felt my ears heating. I’m not easily shocked. And I did kind of knew what to expect when I came to this place… But to actually see it… Be here… Hear, smell, feel all these…
My face reddened.
My groin reacted hotly to the scene and the thought that it could be me standing in the middle of this same crowd being pleasured by Brian.
Or vice versa.
My lust and desire suddenly calmed me down. It gave me this different kind of confidence. I came here to get what I want and what I want I will get.
I proceeded and walked passed hard, sweaty bodies until I reached the bar. I didn’t really know what to order at first. I thought that a glass of wine would be good to have at the moment. Wine usually calms me down. Looking at my clammy hands I thought I do need more calming down. But I noticed every single person standing around me were either drinking beer or taking shots.
Don’t get me wrong. I like to party and I did a whole lot of that when I was in high school and back when I was in college. But my passion which is my art is my life. My love. So I devote most of my time to my art so that I hardly have time to socialize. And when I do, I don’t really go out clubbing. I have what I call a triangular social life: it includes me, Mona, my art dealer and-- Mona‘s boyfriend?!. I’ve decided, I have a boring social life…
Fuck this…
I swallowed then tried to catch the bartender‘s attention, “Excuse me.”
I had to call him twice because the music was too loud.
The bartender with brown hair and great blue eyes finally looked at me. He replied but I couldn‘t hear him.
I think he said “Yes?”
I then ordered, “A shot of tequila, please.”
The bartender leaned forward, “I’m sorry, what’s that?”
"A shot of tequila. Make that two.”
A familiar voice answered for me. The bartender nodded.
My heart stopped beating-- and I’m telling you, I’m very much convinced that it did for a second or two-- as if electricity was ran throughout my body.
I looked to my side and saw the man I couldn’t stop thinking about for almost a week now.
“Brian…” I smiled.
Brian cocked an eyebrow and just stared at my face.
“Here you go, Brian,” the bartender handed Brian the shots. I didn’t fail to notice the look the bartender gave Brian or even the bartender’s finger that slightly touched Brian’s tanned hand.
I felt--hot and annoyed.
“Salut,” Brian raised an eyebrow as he handed me one of the tequila shots.
“Cheers,” I took the shot from him but didn’t drink it. I was hypnotized.
I watched his every move;
His tongue slightly stuck out of his parted lips as he brought his hand to his mouth. He sensually wet the skin between his index finger and thumb. Then he poured some salt onto his skin; licked it before shooting down the liquor. He then put the shot glass down on the bar and placed a slice of lime in his mouth. He sucked it gently while he stared in my eyes.
I licked my lips.
He spoke, “Are you drinking yours?”
I realized I was still holding my shot, “Huh? Yeah, sure…”
I performed the same ritualistic task before it was finally time to drink my tequila. I was fully aware of his eyes watching me.
I tossed the liquor down my throat and regretted it afterward. The burning sensation the alcohol caused on my throat was excruciating. I coughed hard.
“You okay?” Brian had an amused smirk on his face.
“Yeah,” I tried to answer. I reached for my slice of lime but I dropped it on the floor.
“Fuck me,” I muttered. I then looked up and saw Brian had that same intrigued expression on his face; same as the night we met.
I tried my best to regain my composure.
“Want another one?” Brian asked me; there was a tone of challenge in his voice.
I thought for a minute then saw that teasing look on Brian’s face, “Sure,” I answered firmly; silently taking the challenge.
I know I’ll regret this later, I thought to myself.
Brian grinned and motioned the bartender to give us another round of shots. And as if reading my thoughts he said, “You’re not planning to get drunk again tonight, are you?” He pressed his lips together but I saw that smirk he was trying to hide.
I raised an eyebrow, “No, not tonight…” But in the back of my head, I was saying, “Unless you’ll take me home again… But I controlled myself.
“So,” Brian said after a while, “What brought you to Babylon?”
I felt my skin tingle. What brought me to Babylon?
You… I wanted to tell him.
Coz I couldn’t stop thinking about you…
“I was bored,” instead I thought to say.
“Bored?” Brian repeated.
“Yes. Bored.”
“You came to the right place to have fun, fun, fun,” he said. Before I could reply, a handsome man with dark hair and big dark eyes that looked about Brian’s age walked right up to us. The man looked at me once then gave Brian a kiss on the mouth.
I felt the jealousy rising from the pit of my stomach. I moved my eyes away from them…
My view jumped from one person to another--wishing my situation did not hurt as much as it did now…
“Brian, he’s waiting for you--”
“Right now, Michael?” I heard Brian say.
“Yes,” Michael said and pulled Brian away.
When I looked back where Brian was standing, he was gone…
“Your shots,” the bartender placed the tequila in front of me.
“Hmmm,” I groaned a reply, “Thanks…” I didn’t look up.
“Where’s Brian?” The bartender asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know. I’m not his babysitter.”
The bartender smiled widely, “Don’t be snappy, I was just asking…”
I felt bad after that. “Sorry," I looked up this time.
“It’s alright…” The bartender said, “I’m Tim,” and reached out a hand to me.
“Justin,” I took Tim’s hand.
“So typical of him,” Tim said all of a sudden.
“What’s that?” I asked moving closer to Tim so I could hear him better.
Tim leaned forward, “To always get the hottest and newest guy in town.”
“What?”
“You,” Tim said.
“Oh,” I blushed. Tim was obviously flirting with me. I should feel good. But instead I felt confused.
And scared.
Is that what I was to Brian?
The new guy in town.
New trick.
Flavor of the month…
“You’re not from around here.”
“I’m from New York City,” I responded to Tim; my fingers played with the shot glasses.
“Welcome to Pittsburgh…” Tim echoed Brian’s exact words at my exhibit.
“Thanks.” I said without any enthusiasm.
“Do you like it so far?”
“What?”
“Pittsburgh.”
Again, I thought of Brian…
What is he doing right now?
It was killing me…
“Yes. I do,” I smiled at Tim and tried to entertain myself before I completely lost it.
"As a matter of fact, I was born here. My family’s from this area.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, okay,” Tim nodded.
I wanted to feel good but I was feeling shitty because I couldn‘t stop thinking about what I just heard from Tim.
Typically, Brian picks up the newest and hottest guy in town…
Then what?
I guess, he moves on to the next newest and hottest guy that crosses his path…
I swallowed.
And the man with the dark hair he called Michael… Who is he?
Brian obviously knew the man very well…
Are they lovers?
“Can I have a beer?” I turned to Tim.
“Sure. What kind?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Here ya go,” Tim handed me an ice cold bottle of beer.
“How much?”
“It’s on the house.”
“Thanks,” I raised the bottle to Tim before sipping it.
“No problem,” Tim gave me the sexiest smile.
Tim was a very handsome man.
But I wasn’t interested.
I only wanted Brian.
Then customers started lining up. Tim became busy. The dance floor was livelier. There was more action going on in the club than the first minute I came in. I thought of dancing. I noticed a young blond was cruising me. He started walking towards m e. I did not want any other men‘s attention, really. I turned around and thanked god Tim was done serving people and came back to me.
“So…”
“So?” I looked at him.
“Are you going home with him?”
I frowned, “With who?”
“He meant me,” a warm breathe showered the back of my neck. I thought for a minute, Fuck, it was the blond! But then I saw the disappointing look on Tim’s face. I knew Brian was back.
I felt the palm of Brian’s hand on the middle of my back slowly moving up to my naked neck. His hand held me by the back of my head, his fingers entwined in my hair. He gripped my hair in a sort of a massaging manner. I almost closed my eyes.
What the fuck is he doing to me?
“Having fun?” Brian whispered in my ear. I realized our bodies were so close together.
I swallowed then replied, “Sure.”
He let go of my head. I wish he hadn’t.
“Miss me?” He took the bottle of beer from my hand and downed it. A devilish but boyish smirk peeked on the side of his sexy mouth.
I didn’t reply.
Then I decided to say, “Did you have fun?”
I told myself I wasn’t going to go there.
I was going to try not to let anything that had to do with this man get through to me.
Falling head over heels for him was hard enough.
Worrying that he wasn’t my boyfriend and that he literally could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck-- have whoever he wanted to have-- was surely going to drive me mad.
But there I went… Acting like a jealous boyfriend.
Surprisingly, Brian didn’t seem to catch on.
Or maybe he was just ignoring me.
Either way, he acted coolly and just looked at me; his elbows rested on the bar.
“If listening to some drama queen talk about their boyfriend going to jail for hiring a minor to work for him and his pornographic website is fun, then yes, I had a blast.”
Sarcasm, I'd decided from the very moment I met this man, was his second nature.
“Okay…” I was confused but I didn‘t ask for any clarification.
Silence.
Then, “Why are you here?” Brian asked me; his tone denoted seriousness.
I gave him a faint smile, “I told you, I was-”
“Bored,” Brian cut me off, “Why are you really here?” Brian bit his lower lip and held my eyes with his hazel eyes.
I took the beer back from him and sipped some of the liquid from it.
“You never called…” There I went again.
Brian straightened up. Tongue rolled in his cheek.
“Did I promise you a phone call?” He asked.
Right there and then, I wanted to give up.
I was broken.
But something told me that this was a game and to win it, I had to play it.
“No. You didn‘t,” I nonchalantly tilted my head, eyes moving away from him and focusing on Tim who flashed me a big smile.
I made sure Brian didn’t miss the interaction.
I saw the frown form on his beautiful forehead.
I shrugged my shoulders, “But I thought at least since you had fun that night,” I lowered my voice; made it uncaring but sensual, “You would’ve wanted to hook up again… But I guess,” I sighed, “This place is packed with fresh faces,” I continued not giving him a chance to reply. “New people to meet. New people to have fun with. A lot of choices,” I openly cruised the same young blond that was cruising me earlier, “Who can help kill boredom…” then I moved my eyes back to him, who was watching me closely.
Again, silence.
He nodded. Mouth parted, I saw his tongue rolling inside his mouth; then he said, “Is that your plan?” His voice was expressionless.
I raised an eyebrow.
He looked around, “Find someone to kill your boredom.”
I didn’t answer and downed my beer.
Then he saw the tequila shots. Brian handed me one of the glasses. Then we did t he same routine at the same time:
Tongue hand; salt hand, mouth salt--
Then we took our shots together. Brian finished first; he placed a slice of lime in his mouth.
Bit then sucked it. Gently.
And as I was placing the shot glass down on the bar feeling that alcohol burn the inside of my throat, Brian spat the piece of fruit out of his mouth then firmly grabbed the front of my shirt with his hand. He pulled me closer to his body and lightly pressed his red lips on mine, running his tongue over my parted mouth. I met his tongue with my tongue; his tequila-lime flavored kiss delivered shock waves all throughout my shaking body…
That night, I found myself back at the loft. My naked body quivered, writhed underneath Brian‘s. I was deliciously tortured; tormented...Spent but remained unsatisfied… His big, pulsing flesh didn’t tire going in and out of my body until the break of dawn. And when I came, I screamed. I screamed out loud and called his name...
While dozing off, he scooped me with his arms and he let me sleep on his hard chest. And as he snored lightly, I whispered, “I love you…”
**********
“Well?”
I look at Daphne, her fork suspended in mid-air by the front of her talking mouth.
“I don’t know…”
I do know…
“Yeah…” I whisper.
“Yeah what?” Daphne places the food in her mouth. She chews quietly as she awaits for my response.
“I love him…”
She smiles at me but with a frown she asks, “Does he love you?”
TBC