BODY WORK-PREQUEL TO A SEQUEL-Post 308
Author's Notes: Body Work is going to have a sequel to it which has now been posted. I've actually written that sequel about 75823575730 times. In that process, I changed the story from third person to first person to third person to "forget it, I'm not writing this story ever again," etc. So, here's the situation: What you have here is the "Prequel to a Sequel." It's a couple of scenes written in third person WHICH I KNOW ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE STORY. I'm posting them because they were kind of fun to write and the plot line is actually pertinent to the real (porny) sequel which is linked at the end of these scenes! Enjoy. ♥ --Plum
This scene is what took place before Justin brought his trick home in Body Work I!
BODY WORK-PREQUEL TO A SEQUEL
in front of Babylon; 9:53 pm
“Where is he?” Brian gave up trying to light his cigarette, shoving his failing lighter in his pocket, the answer to his question more important to him at the moment. Emmett threw his hip to the side before answering his question.
“Inside….duh. But before I say anything else, don’t send me a text message that says '911 out front' again unless someone’s been in an accident or something. I don’t appreciate that.”
“Whatever. Inside where?”
Ted and Michael stumbled over one another getting outside. “What the fuck is going on? I just got a message that said '911 out front'!” Michael’s face was in a panic as he shoved his cell phone as evidence in front of Brian’s face.
“Me, too!” Ted interjected.
“Calm down, you guys,” Em said, exasperated and shooting another disgusted look at Brian. “Brian’s queening over Justin. No one’s hurt.”
Michael punched him in the shoulder. “You prick! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here anyway? Thought you were out of town. You’re all dressed up.”
Brian explained, “I was. Got back early. I was at a seminar today. It let out earlier than I expected.”
“You mean you skipped out early,” Michael’s mind drifted back to their high school days as he pictured Brian “leaving” this seminar early. Typical.
“Whatthefuck do I need to be at a seminar called How to Deal With Difficult People for?”
Ted rolled his eyes. “Yeah. That’s real difficult to figure out. That might take me all night.”
“Shut the fuck up, Theodore.”
“I’m sorry. Was I being difficult? Oh wait, you wouldn’t know, would you? You left early.” Ted reciprocated the hand gesture he was receiving from Brian as it became obvious to Emmett that he had to intervene.
“All right. All right. This isn’t helping. I want to go back inside and enjoy my evening, so let’s go boys.”
“No,” Brian was adamant, “I can’t go in there. That’s why I called you guys out here.” Ted resigned himself to being outside for awhile and sat on the steps as much younger boys and perfumed drag queens stepped over him to get inside. Emmett waived his hands in the air as he spoke.
“I told you, Brian. Justin’s in there getting his dick sucked-at least he was ten minutes ago. He was quite enjoying it. I’m sure when he sees you, he’ll be more than happy to suck yours. So, go in there, get him, and be done with it.”
“I can’t go in there.”
“Why the fuck not? This is Babylon. Not the Gay and Lesbian Center.”
“Well, for one thing, look at me. I’m in my suit. Secondly, he’s tweaked out of his mind, pissed at me, and tricking to prove a point. I’m not going in there dressed like this to collect him. It’ll humiliate him. And somebody give me a fucking light. I need to smoke, goddamnit.” Emmett shook his head repeatedly.
“Can I just say right now that you two have the weirdest relationship?”
“I’ll second it,” Ted chimed in, “and here’s a pack of matches.”
“Thank you, Theodore. You’re good for something.”
“I’ll third it, Brian. Why’s he mad at you?” Michael joined Ted on the steps. This was taking way too long.
“Because I had to go out of town to this dumb ass seminar today which meant that Cynthia had to go with me because we had to work on shit in the car. And then on top of that, staffing was all fucked up at Vanguard. He ended up having to work the switchboard, which, by the way, he can’t do. He hung up on people all day. Cynthia and I called the office twice, he hung up on us both times, and then the third time I just called to fuck with him. It was funny as shit. Don’t tell him I told you guys he can’t work a switchboard. He was holy fucking pissed about it today.” Michael, Ted, and Emmett nodded. A pissed off Justin, to their recollection, was no walk in the park.
Ted lamented, “You know, he got mad at me for something, I don’t even know what, one day, and I swear he did something to my pancakes at the diner.” Brian ignored him, and continued,
“He thinks I volunteered him for it, which I didn’t. He had a really shitty day, so I told him I’d try to come home early, which for some reason really pissed him off. That just made it even worse.”
“Ha! I know why that is.” Emmett’s face lit up. “’Cause you always say that, and you never come home early. Ooooh, you pushed his button.”
“Whatever.”
“You pissed off the little woman. Looks like you’re not getting any tonight,” Ted smiled to himself.
“Bite me, Theodore.”
“You’re the one who called me out here!”
“That’s not the point, okay? The point is I did come home early and when I did, he was already out for the evening, and he left the lid off my stash. And there’s a lot missing. He’s a lousy thief. So I don’t want him in there by himself, tweaked out of his fucking mind, doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who and not getting home safe. That’s all.”
“Aw, Brian, I’m touched.”
“You know what, Theodore, you can seriously fuck off.”
“What’d he take, Brian?” Michael’s face grew concerned.
“Well, I don’t know what he took took, but he swiped some E, some pot, and some poppers, and he better not be mixing that shit with alcohol.”
“You want us to go in there and stare into his eyeballs or what?” Michael is Debbie’s son, Brian thought to himself. Subtlety is not one of his better qualities.
“Just go see what he’s up to, if he’s tweaked, or drinking. Plus, I need to figure out how he’s getting home.”
Emmett felt suddenly inspired to rally the troops and started snapping his fingers.
“All right. Come on, boys. Operation Sunshine is officially underway.” He gathered Ted and Michael around him to form a floor strategy and gave a few parting words of advice to Brian before ascending the steps back into Babylon, “Don’t be in the alley getting your dick sucked when we come back out here, Brian.”
Brian tried to hide his tongue in his cheek. “I won’t. I’ll be right here.”
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The pink and the blue and the blue and the pink lights way up high were really only shining on Justin tonight, he was convinced, as he made his way out of the backroom and back towards the bar. Something, maybe a really cold beer, would feel really good right now, would feel like the right thing to swallow after someone had just swallowed him.
Yeah. Definitely a good idea.
And even better idea when he didn’t have to pay for it.
“Allow me.”
The blue and the pink, maybe they were here for this guy, too.
“Thanks.”
“Name’s D--"
“Don’t wanna know your name. Don’t do names.” Don’t do anything but hot guys and cold beer.
“Okay….but I know yours. Seems only fair.”
“Fuck fair. Those are the rules.” Something about this guy gave Justin that funny, familiar feeling in his stomach. It was hard to explain.
“Your rules…or Kinney’s?” The feeling went away. Maybe Justin was wrong about this guy. Maybe he was tall, dark, and older….but not smart. They can’t all be smart. “I get the feeling I just pissed you off.”
“You have feelings?” Justin sat his empty bottle on the bar.
“And money. If you can believe that.” Justin felt the challenge itching in his fingers first….
“And time to kill?” And then in his pants.
“A little…..maybe more.” The trick didn’t look down when Justin fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans.
“Let’s dance, Steve.” He turned around and pulled him behind him onto the dance floor.
“Hey. That’s not my name.”
“It is tonight.”
They were swallowed hard and fast by the crowd and were soon lost in the pink and the blue.
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Emmett was no stranger to the pink and the blue, and he was tall enough to see above it. Took him no time at all to part the crowd and find the object of Brian’s erection.
“All right, boys. I see him. He’s right there. Teddy, I think you should go talk to him.”
“Are you crazy? Look at that guy he’s dancing with! He’s my age. I’m not going over there. He’ll think I’m trying to cut in on his action.” Michael found that hysterical for some reason. The thought that Ted had action. “Fuck you, Michael.”
“I’m sorry,” the loud music drowning his laughter.
“Fine. Teddy. You be the lookout. Michael,” Emmett jerked his arm in the direction of Justin and his man of the hour, “you come with me.” Michael screeched as he was dragged, literally kicking and screaming, onto the dance floor right next to Justin. Emmett’s windmill dance began and Michael thanked the lord for making him short and completely out of harm’s reach. Sometimes these things came in handy. Like tonight. He figured for once he’d just stay quiet, and let Emmett lead…
“Feelin’ good, Justin. Shakin’ your groove thing?” Michael wondered if he could get even shorter. Justin ignored them both. Steve was much more interesting, and he smelled better.
“You know, Steve, I like that cologne you’re wearing. It’s making me kinda dizzy.” Justin reached behind him and held onto Steve, his warm hand hanging off of Steve’s sweaty neck. Justin breathed him in.
“I think it’s the E and the booze that are making you dizzy,” he said, his hands around Justin’s exposed waist, “and I’m not wearing cologne. It’s soap.”
“Mmm, well it’s gooood soap.” Emmett shot a look at Michael, his mouth forming the word “Steve.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. Emmett danced his way over to Justin again, positioning himself in front of Justin who was happily grinding himself into Steve.
“Hey baby.”
“Fuck off, Em.” Emmett gave a polite smile to Steve.
“Justin, I’m just coming over to say ‘hi.’ Not trying to steal your man or anything.” Justin turned around to face Steve, grinding his hips into him, pushing Em’s voice out of his head. “Okay, honey, I get the picture. Just wanted to make sure you had a safe way to get home.” Steve winked at Emmett.
“I’ll take care of that.” Justin purred when he heard Steve’s words.
Emmett leaned in for a more suitable answer, “You’ll take care of that?”
“He’ll get home safe.” The men exchanged a glance while Justin flung his head back and stared at the lights as they changed color from pink and blue to orange and green.
“Look, orange and green.”
“See that he does.” Steve nodded and smiled. “Come on, Michael. Let’s go.” Michael followed Emmett off the dance floor, his eyes on Justin’s roaming hands.
“Look Steve, did you see that?” Justin pointed at the ceiling. “Everything just changed. Orange and green.”
“Your friends are worried about you.”
“Brian’s friends are nosy…..and jealous. Come on.” Steve felt himself being pulled again, in a different direction, towards the backroom.
“Where is Brian tonight? Pretty rare that one of you is here without the other.” Was he lurking around the corner? Wasn’t uncommon for them to both be in the backroom fucking other people in front of each other. “Is he back here?” Steve pointed toward the backroom. It was looming closer and closer.
“No. He’s not here. As matter of fact, he’s not even home. So…..why don’t you take me there? I’m kind of sick of this place anyway.” Justin stopped in front of the entrance to the backroom. Maybe Brian was back there. Maybe Justin was bluffing…. Maybe he should just take Justin home. Quit while he was ahead.
“Sure. Whatever you want. Lead the way.”
“See. That’s what I like. A man who takes direction.” He took Steve’s hand and led him out of the club. “Let me show you the orange and the blue….”
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