Welcome, Mr. Darling
Brian led the way up a labyrinth of stairs and hallways until they came to the sliding metal door of his room. It had been made to look exactly like his flat in Pittsburgh, tacky blue lighting and all. He didn't give George time to ponder the plainness of the hard wood floors or the sparse but expensive Italian furniture as he was already shrugging out of his leather jacket and tugging off the plain, black sleeveless shirt.
Turning around, he tossed the wasted fabric aside and slid his fingers down to his waistband and unbuttoned his tight black jeans, slithering his hand down the front to force the fabric open. In an instant, the pants were off his hips and he was shoving down his briefs. The door wasn't even shut, and Brian Kinney was already naked in his living room. He smirked. "Coming?" With that, he turned and stepped up into his raised bedroom that stood like a stage in his living room.
Turning around, he tossed the wasted fabric aside and slid his fingers down to his waistband and unbuttoned his tight black jeans, slithering his hand down the front to force the fabric open. In an instant, the pants were off his hips and he was shoving down his briefs. The door wasn't even shut, and Brian Kinney was already naked in his living room. He smirked. "Coming?" With that, he turned and stepped up into his raised bedroom that stood like a stage in his living room.