Who Wants to Be Brian Kinney - Part 2
for the challenge - The Problem With Brandon - neverenough_bj
TITLE: WHO WANTS TO BE BRIAN KINNEY
AUTHOR: anwamane13
BETA: iwant_todance
BANNER BY: anwamane13
TIMELINE: 3 years post-513
PAIRING: Brian/Justin
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: for adult language and sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: Brian, Justin and Brandon belong to Showtime and Cowlip.
A/N: I’d like to thank my friend prilli for her precious help and support. (and for the title too!) And my wonderful beta.
Part 2
Brandon left Seattle because he was bored. He came to Pittsburgh after almost a year traveling, and he liked Pittsburgh from the start. The city suited him, and now that he was rich he could live anywhere. He opened a huge bookstore at Pittsburgh’s new mall. In his opinion, it had a sense of refinement, owning a bookstore. He bought a beautiful apartment with his savings, decorated it the best way he could and started his new life. He had found a place where no one cared if he was gay or not, and he was completely in love with the city. Especially Liberty Avenue.
Brandon loved to stroll across the sidewalks, where he was eyed more than appreciatively by almost every man. He knew he was hot, and his well rehearsed careless attitude added to the mystery of who he was. Suddenly everyone was talking about him, the new guy in town, at how beautiful and hot he was, at how good he was as a top and that he never fucked anyone twice.
Here, there was no need to pretend or hide. He could be who he wanted, what he was born to be: a success. In a very short time he envisioned himself as Pittsburgh’s best top. The only problem was, Brandon soon found out, that Pittsburgh already had a legendary top: Brian Kinney.
As soon as he arrived in Pittsburgh, he heard of Brian. He was, according to the entire gay population of Pittsburgh, the best top ever. And they all seemed to know it by experience. The guy was also extremely hot, they said, and wealthy. And he didn’t do relationships.
Brandon loved competitions because he always managed to win every single one of them. He decided that this Brian Kinney, whoever he was, would have to hand him his crown. His golden days were over. It was time for Pittsburgh to acknowledge a new king.
He first saw him from a distance when he was at Woody’s. When he entered, the whole bar’s atmosphere seemed to change. He could easily see that the blond twink happily strolling beside Brian adored him, as did his friends, even if they were not very obvious about it. And he envied Brian Kinney, because he was out and proud, and didn’t seem to be afraid to be who he was, and to hell with whoever didn’t like his attitude.
Brian Kinney had it all: friends, a lover, wealth and was desired by everyone. He also had an aura of confidence about him that seemed to be a natural thing, not Brandon’s carefully constructed one. But Brian was old, Brandon was sure he was infinitely better than the brunet: younger, hotter and more beautiful, not to talk about his blond hair… and soon, very soon, everyone would realize that too.
The problem with Brandon was that things weren’t exactly as he thought they would be. Brian Kinney wasn’t ready to give up his title so easily.
So, weeks later, when Brian approached him at the dance floor at Babylon, Brandon knew to do. He would refuse his advances, dismiss him, make him think he was old, make the man acknowledge that his reign was over and that he, Brandon, was the new stud of Liberty Avenue.
He was so sure he would win the bet that he didn’t even blink when Brian suggested it. Even knowing that, if he lost, he would have to bottom for Brian, he accepted, because there was no way he could lose. Brian was at least eight years older than him. Who would want to be fucked by the old Brian Kinney when they had the brand new Brandon Stuart around?
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It was Monday, and Woody’s was almost empty, especially at three AM. But ‘bored’ was Brandon’s middle name, so here he was, at the darkest corner near the counter, nursing a beer and thinking about nothing in particular, when Brian Kinney came in with a blank expression.
He walked straight to the bar and sat at a booth across Brandon. “Johnnie Walker,” he said.
“We’re almost closing, Brian.”
“Okay, Al. Won’t take long.” Brian rested his elbows on the counter and covered his eyes with his hands, sighing.
From where he was, Brandon could see him perfectly, but he knew Brian couldn’t see him because he was in the shadows. The bar was almost closing and half the lights were out.
After a few minutes, the bar’s door opened again and a frantic Justin Taylor entered, looking around as if searching someone. When he saw Brian he looked so relieved that Brandon tried hard not to laugh. The blond took a deep breath and walked slowly to where Brian was.
“Brian?”
Brian turned around slowly to face him. “Hey,” was all he said.
“I was worried.” Justin’s voice was sad. “You didn’t come home last night.”
“I was at Mickey’s. You can ask him.”
“I already did.”
Brian just nodded and turned his back to Justin, tiredly resting his head on his hands once more.
At first Brandon felt a little uncomfortable for watching this. It was clearly a very intimate conversation; even Al had gone to the other side of the bar to clean the tables. Then he almost chastised himself. Since when he felt ‘uncomfortable’ for watching anyone deal with personal matters? Especially Kinney. He loved to see him vulnerable like this; it gave him a sense of triumph to see that Kinney wasn’t the self-sufficient sonofabitch he claimed to be. It never ceased to amaze him how this blond twink knew how to play the older man so well…No, he corrected himself. Not a twink. A young man. A delicious young man.
“You look like shit.” Justin said softly.
“Maybe that’s because I didn’t sleep at all last night.”
“Neither did I.”
Brian looked at his glass and smiled sadly. “Still have trouble to sleep in that big house by yourself…” It was not a question.
Justin half smiled for a second. “Can we talk? We need to.”
“Here? I’d rather not. I’m too tired.”
“Yes, here and now.’ Justin sighed irritably. “Come on, Brian. If we don’t talk, this thing will grow and God knows when it will stop. It’s already been a week. I don’t want you another night away from home.”
Brian turned his head to look at him. “You didn’t sleep at home Friday night.”
“ Technically, I did. I arrived at four AM.”
“I thought we had an agreement at three AM.”
“I thought we didn’t need the rules anymore.”
Brian raised both his hands in defeat. “Okay, you won; you always win. What do you want from me?”
Justin sat beside Brian and calmly started to speak. “I want you to stop acting like a child. I know you saw the CD and, as always, reached to your own fucked up conclusions -without telling me, of course- and decided I was probably cheating on you.”
“I didn’t…”
Justin raised his right hand and said gently, “Please, let me finish.” He took Brian’s glass and drank a little, frowning at the sour taste of the whiskey. “So you went out, got stoned and took a trick to the loft, not without being sure I would know about it the next day.” He took a deep breath again. “Since I didn’t know why you were acting like an asshole, I went out the following night, got stoned and almost fucked a guy…” Justin sighed. “This has to stop, Brian. We can’t go on like this. I hate when we fight. And I definitely can’t sleep without you by my side.”
Brian’s expression softened at this. “I didn’t…” he started, then he ran his hands through his hair, drank some whiskey, cleared his throat.
“He’s stalling”, Brandon thought.
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I was at your studio looking for my cell phone when I found it, the CD, in a drawer. ‘My Immortal’, by Ethan Gold. What a lame title, by the way.” His voice trembled a little. “What the hell, Justin? It was written on the back cover: ‘I’ll never forget the precious moments we shared together. Here are your favorite songs. Love, Ethan.’ I saw red from there, I started to go on automatic pilot, don’t even remember what I was doing until you slapped me the morning after.”
“You deserved it. You brought the trick’s underwear home…how could you?”
“I know. I’m an asshole.”
“I was really hurt, Brian. So hurt that I had to get out that night. I couldn’t even look at you.”
“I… wanted to show you that if you could cheat on me I could cheat on you too.”
“I didn’t cheat on you. The fucking CD arrived by mail last month It was hidden because I didn’t want to upset you. I shouldn’t have kept it.”
“I know you didn’t cheat on me.”
“You do?”
“The idiot sent a CD to one of Kinnetik’s interns with almost the same words written on the back cover. Ted commented; the guy was showing off at the Art department.”
Justin chuckled. “He’s still using that cheap trick after all this time?”
Brian cleared his throat. “He’s an asshole…And so am I.” He tossed ten-dollar bill on the counter and got up, grabbing his coat from the counter. “I have to go.”
“Home?” Justin asked hopeful, grabbing Brian’s wrist.
“Do you really want me to? After what I did?” He looked at Justin, shaking his head, incredulous. “Because, if I were you I wouldn’t want to see me again. You did nothing wrong and I…I…” he stuttered.
“Is that why you slept at Mickey’s last night?”
“I figured you didn’t want me around. After what happened and…”
“I didn’t,” said Justin, his thumb caressing Brian’s wrist. “But when I got home I went to the studio to get my laptop…it was the first time I went there since you tricked…can’t paint when I’m angry. Anyway, I found the CD at the studio’s floor…and I understood everything.”
Brian tried to free his arm, but Justin didn’t let him.
“Justin…” he warned.
“Brian…”Justin said, matching his gaze. Then his expression softened, “Why is it so hard for you to talk to me?”
Brandon almost pitied Kinney. He was completely in Justin’s hands, exposed, he had no way out of this. The blond’s hand on his wrists seemed to burn his skin, because he kept looking at it from time to time.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so low that if Brandon wasn’t hidden he would have asked Kinney to speak louder, he was spoiling the show.
“I don’t want to hear that, Brian,” Justin said.
“Jesus, Justin!” Brian said, exasperated now. “What do you want me to say?””
“I want you to say that you believe that you’re the love of my life, the only one for me, the only one I’ll ever want.” Justin said with tears almost falling from his eyes. “And I want you to really believe it, Brian. Because I can’t picture my life without you. You’re everything to me.”
Their kiss was hungry and from his hidden point Brandon could hear someone sniffing; he couldn’t say if it was Justin or Brian. When the kiss ended, they held each other tight and Justin murmured: “I don’t care if your logic is fucked up, or if you drink more than you should, or even if you get mad at me because the bathroom is always a mess…” at this Brian gave a small laugh. “I just don’t want you to ever doubt the way I feel about you…because you’re the most important thing in my whole life.”
Brian’s back was turned to Brandon, and he couldn’t see his face, but Brandon’s jaw almost touched the floor when he heard Brian’s reply. “You have no idea how important you are to me, Sunshine. I feel I can’t even breathe if you’re not around.”
They hugged again, and from where he was, Brandon could see Justin’s face, with that wonderful smile illuminating the whole place again. Without thinking, he leaned forward to get a better look at that hypnotizing smile.
And then Justin saw him.
Justin froze in Brian’s embrace. He looked at Brandon over Brian’s shoulder, eyes wide.
Brian noticed the change in Justin and turned his head. His curious expression changed to icy when he saw who it was, and hardened even more when he realized Brandon had seen everything.
Justin looked from Brian to Brandon, alarmed.
Brandon just stared at both men, defiant as always, smiling sarcastically. He doubted Justin had told Brian what had almost happened between them and he doubted even more Brian would like it. He raised an eyebrow at the young man and smirked when Justin gulped.
“Justin…?” Brian asked, puzzled and suspicious, looking from Justin to Brandon.
“Come on, Brian, let’s go home.” Justin tugged at Brian’s sleeve, looking everywhere but at Brandon’s eyes.
“Justin?” Brian asked again, menacingly.
“Can’t you just trust me?” Justin asked, loosing his composure. “Please, come with me. Now.”
Brian looked once more at Brandon. “Alright, let’s go,” he sighed, taking Justin’s hand and leading him outside.
Brandon, still smiling, got up, put on his coat and adjusted his pants. “Go ahead, Kinney, enjoy him while you can. I doubt you’ll have much more reasons to celebrate when you find out what happened when your blond went to Babylon by himself,” he thought.
“Bye, Al!” he said, throwing a ten dollar bill on the counter like Brian had done before. “Keep the change.”
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Glitter was falling from the ceiling. Brandon, surrounded by shirtless men, but dressed in black, danced with a sexy smile on his face. He could feel Brian’s eyes on him as he danced. The brunet was at the bar, wearing a sleeveless black shirt that showed his strong and well defined arms. Behind him, the ever-present, unattractive Ted Schmidt said something that made him turn his head and Brandon took the opportunity to admire Brian’s sculpted profile.
That night he had dressed himself with special care. It had been almost a week since the fiasco at the loft, and Brandon was going to try to get inside Babylon. He couldn’t deny he was a little…apprehensive, for lack of a better word. Although Kinney had said he could get in, he was the owner, he could change his mind anytime.
He didn’t have any problems getting in. The guy at the door actually smiled and said “Good evening, sir” when he entered. Once inside, Brandon felt at home. Babylon was definitely his kingdom, judging by the suggestive looks he got. He wondered if Brian Kinney got as many lustful looks as he did, but he doubted it. He was younger, better in every aspect, and soon Kinney would realize his kingdom was over.
As he danced, he looked at the brunet defiantly,, as if saying “I’m so much better than you, try to stop me.” He smiled slightly, knowing that Brian understood the message he was sending with his eyes..
Brian stayed there at the bar, unmoving, resting his right elbow at the counter, looking at him with a half-smile. It was clear he understood Brandon, but he didn’t show fear or irritation. Instead, his eyes showed amusement mingled with something Brandon couldn’t place, because his beautiful smile didn’t reach his eyes.
They kept looking at each other for a long time, almost like a staring game. Brandon defying, Brian calmly staring back. But it wasn’t simple like that. Brandon wanted to see him accepting he had won the bet, but lost everything else. He, Brandon Stuart, was the new Stud of Liberty Avenue and Babylon. He wanted to wipe that smile off of Brian’s face, he wanted to have everything Brian had, he wanted Brian to regret the night he let Brandon go.
Brian finally broke the eye contact and turned to talk to one of his friends. Brandon kept dancing and looking at his back, trying to figure out how was it possible to hate someone so much and want to be like him at the same time.
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Two months later. Saturday. Summer night.
The heat of the streets was so much that half the guys were walking around shitless. At Babylon, the heat would be even stronger if it wasn’t Studs n Suds night. The loud music and the thumpa thumpa seemed to help the bodies sliding, and frankly, it was much, much better being there than outside.
The problem with Brandon was that he hated Studs n Suds. He was on the catwalk, surveying the crowd with a critical eye. Foam everywhere, he thought disgusted. It looked good enough from a distance, but he would never, ever, put himself in display like that. It was a waste of time, because he didn’t need anything like that to prove he was the best; he already knew that; everybody knew that.
He was high. Oh, yes. Tonight he was high, because it was the only way he could endure some stupid night like that. Babylon’s Studs n Suds was very popular, and Brandon wondered why Kinney kept that silly night after rebuilding the club, if he never came himself. All in all, being high made the night more bearable. He’s already had some E and lots of Chivas Regal (how many doses he didn’t know nor cared).
He was one of the few men with his clothes on, and he entertained the thought of going away, perhaps find a fuckable man at Woody’s and take him to his apartment. But he was already dizzy and wondered how the hell he would go home. He wouldn’t let any stupid guy drive his brand new Ferrari.
A short brunet guy approached him with a yellow paper in hand. “Excuse me, sir?” he shoved the paper at Brandon’s hand.
Brandon blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision on the tiny paper in the guy’s hands. “What’s this?” Shit, was he that wasted?
The guy looked at him like he was retarded. “It’s a pass for the VIP lounge,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it was obvious. Having being banned from the VIP lounge forever, Brandon didn’t know how the damn pass looked like.
“May I ask to what do I owe the honor?”
“Mr. Kinney’s orders, sir.” At Brandon’s raised eyebrows the man added, “His orders were that anyone with too much clothes on should a pass. He doesn’t want unsatisfied customers.”
“I don’t care about what ‘Mr. Kinney’ thinks.
The guy actually sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t sir.” He shoved the paper in Brandon’s hand. “I’m just doing my job.” He turned around and left, not giving him any time to reply.
Brandon looked at the paper in his hand. Shit …would he ever have another chance to see the VIP room? Hadn’t Brian banned him from it forever?
He smiled a little and went to the bar. “Chivas Regal. Make it double.” He could see Kinney raging with anger when he found out that Brandon had gone inside the VIP room. Stupid asshole, he hadn’t predict that one day Brandon would get inside his brand new playground. “Shit.” He said out loud. Here he was, high on booze and E, horny as hell (well he was always like that), with an invitation to go to the VIP room (that fell on his lap), and he could bet his index finger that only the hottest men (and the richer) got inside the VIP room…but tonight, when he was high? Was it wise?
He suddenly made a decision, with alcohol and drugs as advisers. “What the hell, let’s see what happens there.” He was Brandon Stuart, known and respected. No one would try anything silly with him. And since when did he care for what was wise and prudent? Besides, if he found a hot guy inside he was sure he could even have a good time.
The VIP lounge was everything he imagined. And more. It didn’t even feel like Babylon. The climate was controlled, there was a soft music playing, the place was dim-lit but he could see everything perfectly well.
There were big, comfortable couches everywhere, some the size of a bed, especially at the corners and places where the light didn’t exactly reach. From the ceiling, drapes adorned the spaces between the couches, giving the place a sense of privacy that Brandon liked immediately. The fabric was white, almost transparent but not quite, and through it he could see the shadows of two men together in an embrace o the nearest couch. It was beautiful. The place was wonderful.
He walked further in the room, noticing that there weren’t many people inside. Most of the queens were at Studs n Suds, Brandon thought; this place wasn’t for everyone, only for those special men with good taste. The place suited him, he thought. It was really special, no wonder you hade to practically sell a kidney to buy a permanent pass.
He walked in further, admitting the way the dim light reflected on the floor, drapes, walls and glass everywhere. Without realizing it, he reached the last couch and sat down on it, delighted to see how soft it was. Suddenly, he felt gentle but strong hands on his shoulders from behind.
“Don’t turn around.”
Brandon started to get up, but the hands’ grip grew tighter. “I said: don’t turn around.”
The voice was familiar, but Brandon couldn’t identify the owner. The person was standing behind him, but even if he looked up he couldn’t identify the guy. His face was hidden by the shadows and he was all in black, so it was really hard to see. So Brandon focused on the hands. Hands that were now roaming his chest and slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. They were pale and soft to the touch. Not a hard worker, then.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Shhh. Don’t talk.” The hands caressed his neck lightly, and the spot behind his ear, sending shivers through his spine. They seemed delicate, but strong at the same time, and he could tell these hands knew how to give pleasure, by the way they were now running across his torso. Brandon sighed, throwing his head back. He liked these hands, definitely. He decided he didn’t care who they belonged to, as long as they kept doing that.
“Do you like that?” the mysterious guy asked softly, running slightly calloused thumbs over Brandon’s nipples.
If Brandon’s head wasn’t spinning from alcohol and E, there was no way he would let this thing keep going on without knowing who the guy was, but now he had lust to add to the haze in his head, and he was so aroused by the fact that the guy was enticing him only with his hands that he couldn’t care less. “Yeah…” was all he said.
“Close your eyes.” The anonymous man purred next to his ear.
Brandon complied, inhaling deeply and feeling the man’s scent. He smelled of aftershave and soap. That was one of the things that really turned him on: the smell. And this guy’s was delicious. He felt the man moving from behind him and his stomach clenched in anticipation. He was now hovering above him, and Brandon gasped when he felt the man straddle him. He wasn’t too heavy, so Brandon assumed the guy was slim and shorter than him.
He heard a whisper. “Open your eyes.”
For a second he wondered if he really wanted to open his eyes, if it wasn’t better to let the mystery remain, so aroused he was by it. But when he opened them, he didn’t regret. He blinked a few times to be sure.
“Justin Taylor.” he said half smiling.
“You’re high.” Justin said.
Brandon felt his shirt sliding over his shoulders with the help of those beautiful hands, artist’s hands. “Yes”, was all he was able to say. Justin Taylor was a beautiful, beautiful man.
“Don’t worry…” the younger blond whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
Justin ran his hands over Brandon’s chest and he kept going lower and lower until he found his belt. He started to unfasten it, all the time maintaining eye contact, with a seductive and playful smile that kept Brandon hypnotized.
When Justin’s hands started to unzip his pants, Brandon held his hands. “I want you.” he said in a husky voice.
Justin leaned on him until his mouth was only an inch from Brandon’s. “Patience.” he purred. His mouth traveled to Brandon’s neck and he gently sucked the place where the neck met the shoulder.
Brandon’s hands traveled automatically to Justin’s waist and the young man increased the pressure, the sucking turning into biting. Brandon moaned and started to open Justin’s shirt.
Justin’s hands held Brandon’s. “Wait.” he said, with the most seductive smile Brandon had ever seen. “I’ll do it for you.”
Brandon almost whimpered when Justin left his lap, his painful erection complaining from the loss of contact. But Justin was in front of him now, and his hands gently on Brandon’s shoulders, pulling his back against the soft couch. “A show just for you.” He smiled. “You won’t regret it.”
“Wait.” Brandon’s head was spinning with lust now, but the last coherent thought penetrated the haze he was in. He grabbed Justin’s hand and looked at him questioningly. “What about Kinney?”
“What about him?” Justin smiled again and walked two or three steps away from Brandon, stopping with his back turned to the older man. Then he turned his blond head and looked at him seductively. “Do you care about what he thinks?”
“No.” Brandon answered with heavy lidded eyes, unable to take his eyes from Justin’s bubble butt.
“So…why should I?”
The VIP room’s music was perfect. Not too loud and not too low. Almost like background music but not quite; just the right volume to create an intimate and seductive atmosphere. Justin’s body started to sway to the music. The young man started to dance and Brandon realized he couldn’t tear his eyes off him. He remembered vaguely of someone telling him that Justin was King of Babylon once. He could see why.
Justin was facing him now, and Brandon, hypnotized, saw the blond’s hands starting to unbutton the black silk shirt he was wearing, revealing pale skin that seemed so, so soft to the touch. When Justin took the shirt off, Brandon almost gasped when he saw a nipple ring shining faintly in the dim light. He wanted to touch it so much it hurt.
“Do you like what you see?” Justin asked huskily, sending shock waves along Brandon’s spine.
Oh, yes. He did. Very much. “Come here.” he said to the young man.
Justin shook his head no. “You’re not ready.” he said, indicating with his eyes Brandon’s pants only with the top button undone. Justin started to unzip his black pants, revealing black underwear that made a beautiful contrast with his pale skin. Brandon mirrored Justin’s movements, unzipping his own pants and touching his painfully hard cock.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Justin whispered. “Look at me.” he said, licking his lips as his hand disappeared inside his pants and underwear. “Look and imagine all the dirty things we could do together. Imagine how you would make me scream when I came.”
Would? No, Justin wasn’t getting it right. He was going to make Justin scream, and it wouldn’t be long now. It was mere minutes from happening. “Come here…” he said again, but Justin, instead of moving, kept looking at a point behind Brandon, above his head, eyes heavy lidded with desire.
Brandon sighed, impatient. What the hell? He decided to get up to get the boy. But when he started to move, another pair of hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, this time not too gently.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Brandon froze. That voice he knew. Brian Kinney.
In the blink of an eye, Brian was in front of him, both hands on his chest, only to be sure he wouldn’t move.
“You can’t have him.” he snarled. “Never.”
Through his astonishment, Brandon realized Brian was shitless and as aroused as he was. Behind the brunet, looking straight at Brandon now, Justin said, “Did you really think I would want you when I have him?”
Brandon looked at the smiling blond and realization dawned on him. “You set this up.”
“So clever.” Brian murmured. “So clever, that you tried to have him while he was high. In Babylon, of all places. He might have been wasted, but you weren’t.” Brian raised an eyebrow, smiling sarcastically at him. “Consider this show a gift. A sample of what he can do to you. The same I could have done that day, if I’d wanted to.”
Brandon could feel his face reddening each passing second with anger. Mostly with himself. How could he be so stupid and not see this coming?
“I don’t want to see you near him ever again. You can’t touch him. And you definitely can’t bite him.” He looked at Brandon with disdain. “Because he’s mine.” He grabbed Brandon by the shoulders again, hard. “You want so much to be me…You want the title? The fame? This place? I don’t care.” He shoved Brandon painfully hard against the couch. “You can fill your head with illusions and pretend to be me, I don’t give a shit. But don’t forget just one thing: He. Is. Mine.”
Brian gave Brandon one last glare. “Why would he want the imitation when he has the original?” Then he walked to where Justin was, kissing him so hard that Brandon saw the blond’s knees actually buckling. Justin melted into Brian, and the brunet’s grip on him was possessive, Brian’s hands sinking in Justin’s blond hair, Brian kissing Justin with a primal hunger that made Justin whimper, the pale artist’s hands gripping Brian’s shoulders with passion.
“Take me home, Brian.” Justin murmured against Brian’s mouth, both men panting hard, chests heaving, foreheads resting against each other’s.
Brian’s arm encircled Justin’s waist. But he looked at Brandon once more. “I hope you enjoyed the show. That’s only a little taste of what you’ll never have. And don’t fuck with me again.”
Justin blinked at him and added: “Sorry… But revenge is a dish that’s best when served cold.”
There was nothing Brandon could do, except look at the couple as they walked together as if glued, smiling widely at each other in a public display of affection that made him sick. He looked around to see if someone had seen what had happened, but luckily, it looked everyone was busy with their own lives. Hard to know, in an almost dark place like that.
“One of these days, Kinney…” he muttered between teeth, starting to zip his pants.
The problem with Brandon was that he wanted so much to be Brian Kinney that he forgot to be himself.
THE END
A/N: There's a tiny part of this chapter that is unbetaed, because it was a last minute thing. So, if you find any mistakes, they're mine.
TITLE: WHO WANTS TO BE BRIAN KINNEY
AUTHOR: anwamane13
BETA: iwant_todance
BANNER BY: anwamane13
TIMELINE: 3 years post-513
PAIRING: Brian/Justin
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: for adult language and sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: Brian, Justin and Brandon belong to Showtime and Cowlip.
A/N: I’d like to thank my friend prilli for her precious help and support. (and for the title too!) And my wonderful beta.
Part 2
Brandon left Seattle because he was bored. He came to Pittsburgh after almost a year traveling, and he liked Pittsburgh from the start. The city suited him, and now that he was rich he could live anywhere. He opened a huge bookstore at Pittsburgh’s new mall. In his opinion, it had a sense of refinement, owning a bookstore. He bought a beautiful apartment with his savings, decorated it the best way he could and started his new life. He had found a place where no one cared if he was gay or not, and he was completely in love with the city. Especially Liberty Avenue.
Brandon loved to stroll across the sidewalks, where he was eyed more than appreciatively by almost every man. He knew he was hot, and his well rehearsed careless attitude added to the mystery of who he was. Suddenly everyone was talking about him, the new guy in town, at how beautiful and hot he was, at how good he was as a top and that he never fucked anyone twice.
Here, there was no need to pretend or hide. He could be who he wanted, what he was born to be: a success. In a very short time he envisioned himself as Pittsburgh’s best top. The only problem was, Brandon soon found out, that Pittsburgh already had a legendary top: Brian Kinney.
As soon as he arrived in Pittsburgh, he heard of Brian. He was, according to the entire gay population of Pittsburgh, the best top ever. And they all seemed to know it by experience. The guy was also extremely hot, they said, and wealthy. And he didn’t do relationships.
Brandon loved competitions because he always managed to win every single one of them. He decided that this Brian Kinney, whoever he was, would have to hand him his crown. His golden days were over. It was time for Pittsburgh to acknowledge a new king.
He first saw him from a distance when he was at Woody’s. When he entered, the whole bar’s atmosphere seemed to change. He could easily see that the blond twink happily strolling beside Brian adored him, as did his friends, even if they were not very obvious about it. And he envied Brian Kinney, because he was out and proud, and didn’t seem to be afraid to be who he was, and to hell with whoever didn’t like his attitude.
Brian Kinney had it all: friends, a lover, wealth and was desired by everyone. He also had an aura of confidence about him that seemed to be a natural thing, not Brandon’s carefully constructed one. But Brian was old, Brandon was sure he was infinitely better than the brunet: younger, hotter and more beautiful, not to talk about his blond hair… and soon, very soon, everyone would realize that too.
The problem with Brandon was that things weren’t exactly as he thought they would be. Brian Kinney wasn’t ready to give up his title so easily.
So, weeks later, when Brian approached him at the dance floor at Babylon, Brandon knew to do. He would refuse his advances, dismiss him, make him think he was old, make the man acknowledge that his reign was over and that he, Brandon, was the new stud of Liberty Avenue.
He was so sure he would win the bet that he didn’t even blink when Brian suggested it. Even knowing that, if he lost, he would have to bottom for Brian, he accepted, because there was no way he could lose. Brian was at least eight years older than him. Who would want to be fucked by the old Brian Kinney when they had the brand new Brandon Stuart around?
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It was Monday, and Woody’s was almost empty, especially at three AM. But ‘bored’ was Brandon’s middle name, so here he was, at the darkest corner near the counter, nursing a beer and thinking about nothing in particular, when Brian Kinney came in with a blank expression.
He walked straight to the bar and sat at a booth across Brandon. “Johnnie Walker,” he said.
“We’re almost closing, Brian.”
“Okay, Al. Won’t take long.” Brian rested his elbows on the counter and covered his eyes with his hands, sighing.
From where he was, Brandon could see him perfectly, but he knew Brian couldn’t see him because he was in the shadows. The bar was almost closing and half the lights were out.
After a few minutes, the bar’s door opened again and a frantic Justin Taylor entered, looking around as if searching someone. When he saw Brian he looked so relieved that Brandon tried hard not to laugh. The blond took a deep breath and walked slowly to where Brian was.
“Brian?”
Brian turned around slowly to face him. “Hey,” was all he said.
“I was worried.” Justin’s voice was sad. “You didn’t come home last night.”
“I was at Mickey’s. You can ask him.”
“I already did.”
Brian just nodded and turned his back to Justin, tiredly resting his head on his hands once more.
At first Brandon felt a little uncomfortable for watching this. It was clearly a very intimate conversation; even Al had gone to the other side of the bar to clean the tables. Then he almost chastised himself. Since when he felt ‘uncomfortable’ for watching anyone deal with personal matters? Especially Kinney. He loved to see him vulnerable like this; it gave him a sense of triumph to see that Kinney wasn’t the self-sufficient sonofabitch he claimed to be. It never ceased to amaze him how this blond twink knew how to play the older man so well…No, he corrected himself. Not a twink. A young man. A delicious young man.
“You look like shit.” Justin said softly.
“Maybe that’s because I didn’t sleep at all last night.”
“Neither did I.”
Brian looked at his glass and smiled sadly. “Still have trouble to sleep in that big house by yourself…” It was not a question.
Justin half smiled for a second. “Can we talk? We need to.”
“Here? I’d rather not. I’m too tired.”
“Yes, here and now.’ Justin sighed irritably. “Come on, Brian. If we don’t talk, this thing will grow and God knows when it will stop. It’s already been a week. I don’t want you another night away from home.”
Brian turned his head to look at him. “You didn’t sleep at home Friday night.”
“ Technically, I did. I arrived at four AM.”
“I thought we had an agreement at three AM.”
“I thought we didn’t need the rules anymore.”
Brian raised both his hands in defeat. “Okay, you won; you always win. What do you want from me?”
Justin sat beside Brian and calmly started to speak. “I want you to stop acting like a child. I know you saw the CD and, as always, reached to your own fucked up conclusions -without telling me, of course- and decided I was probably cheating on you.”
“I didn’t…”
Justin raised his right hand and said gently, “Please, let me finish.” He took Brian’s glass and drank a little, frowning at the sour taste of the whiskey. “So you went out, got stoned and took a trick to the loft, not without being sure I would know about it the next day.” He took a deep breath again. “Since I didn’t know why you were acting like an asshole, I went out the following night, got stoned and almost fucked a guy…” Justin sighed. “This has to stop, Brian. We can’t go on like this. I hate when we fight. And I definitely can’t sleep without you by my side.”
Brian’s expression softened at this. “I didn’t…” he started, then he ran his hands through his hair, drank some whiskey, cleared his throat.
“He’s stalling”, Brandon thought.
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I was at your studio looking for my cell phone when I found it, the CD, in a drawer. ‘My Immortal’, by Ethan Gold. What a lame title, by the way.” His voice trembled a little. “What the hell, Justin? It was written on the back cover: ‘I’ll never forget the precious moments we shared together. Here are your favorite songs. Love, Ethan.’ I saw red from there, I started to go on automatic pilot, don’t even remember what I was doing until you slapped me the morning after.”
“You deserved it. You brought the trick’s underwear home…how could you?”
“I know. I’m an asshole.”
“I was really hurt, Brian. So hurt that I had to get out that night. I couldn’t even look at you.”
“I… wanted to show you that if you could cheat on me I could cheat on you too.”
“I didn’t cheat on you. The fucking CD arrived by mail last month It was hidden because I didn’t want to upset you. I shouldn’t have kept it.”
“I know you didn’t cheat on me.”
“You do?”
“The idiot sent a CD to one of Kinnetik’s interns with almost the same words written on the back cover. Ted commented; the guy was showing off at the Art department.”
Justin chuckled. “He’s still using that cheap trick after all this time?”
Brian cleared his throat. “He’s an asshole…And so am I.” He tossed ten-dollar bill on the counter and got up, grabbing his coat from the counter. “I have to go.”
“Home?” Justin asked hopeful, grabbing Brian’s wrist.
“Do you really want me to? After what I did?” He looked at Justin, shaking his head, incredulous. “Because, if I were you I wouldn’t want to see me again. You did nothing wrong and I…I…” he stuttered.
“Is that why you slept at Mickey’s last night?”
“I figured you didn’t want me around. After what happened and…”
“I didn’t,” said Justin, his thumb caressing Brian’s wrist. “But when I got home I went to the studio to get my laptop…it was the first time I went there since you tricked…can’t paint when I’m angry. Anyway, I found the CD at the studio’s floor…and I understood everything.”
Brian tried to free his arm, but Justin didn’t let him.
“Justin…” he warned.
“Brian…”Justin said, matching his gaze. Then his expression softened, “Why is it so hard for you to talk to me?”
Brandon almost pitied Kinney. He was completely in Justin’s hands, exposed, he had no way out of this. The blond’s hand on his wrists seemed to burn his skin, because he kept looking at it from time to time.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so low that if Brandon wasn’t hidden he would have asked Kinney to speak louder, he was spoiling the show.
“I don’t want to hear that, Brian,” Justin said.
“Jesus, Justin!” Brian said, exasperated now. “What do you want me to say?””
“I want you to say that you believe that you’re the love of my life, the only one for me, the only one I’ll ever want.” Justin said with tears almost falling from his eyes. “And I want you to really believe it, Brian. Because I can’t picture my life without you. You’re everything to me.”
Their kiss was hungry and from his hidden point Brandon could hear someone sniffing; he couldn’t say if it was Justin or Brian. When the kiss ended, they held each other tight and Justin murmured: “I don’t care if your logic is fucked up, or if you drink more than you should, or even if you get mad at me because the bathroom is always a mess…” at this Brian gave a small laugh. “I just don’t want you to ever doubt the way I feel about you…because you’re the most important thing in my whole life.”
Brian’s back was turned to Brandon, and he couldn’t see his face, but Brandon’s jaw almost touched the floor when he heard Brian’s reply. “You have no idea how important you are to me, Sunshine. I feel I can’t even breathe if you’re not around.”
They hugged again, and from where he was, Brandon could see Justin’s face, with that wonderful smile illuminating the whole place again. Without thinking, he leaned forward to get a better look at that hypnotizing smile.
And then Justin saw him.
Justin froze in Brian’s embrace. He looked at Brandon over Brian’s shoulder, eyes wide.
Brian noticed the change in Justin and turned his head. His curious expression changed to icy when he saw who it was, and hardened even more when he realized Brandon had seen everything.
Justin looked from Brian to Brandon, alarmed.
Brandon just stared at both men, defiant as always, smiling sarcastically. He doubted Justin had told Brian what had almost happened between them and he doubted even more Brian would like it. He raised an eyebrow at the young man and smirked when Justin gulped.
“Justin…?” Brian asked, puzzled and suspicious, looking from Justin to Brandon.
“Come on, Brian, let’s go home.” Justin tugged at Brian’s sleeve, looking everywhere but at Brandon’s eyes.
“Justin?” Brian asked again, menacingly.
“Can’t you just trust me?” Justin asked, loosing his composure. “Please, come with me. Now.”
Brian looked once more at Brandon. “Alright, let’s go,” he sighed, taking Justin’s hand and leading him outside.
Brandon, still smiling, got up, put on his coat and adjusted his pants. “Go ahead, Kinney, enjoy him while you can. I doubt you’ll have much more reasons to celebrate when you find out what happened when your blond went to Babylon by himself,” he thought.
“Bye, Al!” he said, throwing a ten dollar bill on the counter like Brian had done before. “Keep the change.”
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Glitter was falling from the ceiling. Brandon, surrounded by shirtless men, but dressed in black, danced with a sexy smile on his face. He could feel Brian’s eyes on him as he danced. The brunet was at the bar, wearing a sleeveless black shirt that showed his strong and well defined arms. Behind him, the ever-present, unattractive Ted Schmidt said something that made him turn his head and Brandon took the opportunity to admire Brian’s sculpted profile.
That night he had dressed himself with special care. It had been almost a week since the fiasco at the loft, and Brandon was going to try to get inside Babylon. He couldn’t deny he was a little…apprehensive, for lack of a better word. Although Kinney had said he could get in, he was the owner, he could change his mind anytime.
He didn’t have any problems getting in. The guy at the door actually smiled and said “Good evening, sir” when he entered. Once inside, Brandon felt at home. Babylon was definitely his kingdom, judging by the suggestive looks he got. He wondered if Brian Kinney got as many lustful looks as he did, but he doubted it. He was younger, better in every aspect, and soon Kinney would realize his kingdom was over.
As he danced, he looked at the brunet defiantly,, as if saying “I’m so much better than you, try to stop me.” He smiled slightly, knowing that Brian understood the message he was sending with his eyes..
Brian stayed there at the bar, unmoving, resting his right elbow at the counter, looking at him with a half-smile. It was clear he understood Brandon, but he didn’t show fear or irritation. Instead, his eyes showed amusement mingled with something Brandon couldn’t place, because his beautiful smile didn’t reach his eyes.
They kept looking at each other for a long time, almost like a staring game. Brandon defying, Brian calmly staring back. But it wasn’t simple like that. Brandon wanted to see him accepting he had won the bet, but lost everything else. He, Brandon Stuart, was the new Stud of Liberty Avenue and Babylon. He wanted to wipe that smile off of Brian’s face, he wanted to have everything Brian had, he wanted Brian to regret the night he let Brandon go.
Brian finally broke the eye contact and turned to talk to one of his friends. Brandon kept dancing and looking at his back, trying to figure out how was it possible to hate someone so much and want to be like him at the same time.
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Two months later. Saturday. Summer night.
The heat of the streets was so much that half the guys were walking around shitless. At Babylon, the heat would be even stronger if it wasn’t Studs n Suds night. The loud music and the thumpa thumpa seemed to help the bodies sliding, and frankly, it was much, much better being there than outside.
The problem with Brandon was that he hated Studs n Suds. He was on the catwalk, surveying the crowd with a critical eye. Foam everywhere, he thought disgusted. It looked good enough from a distance, but he would never, ever, put himself in display like that. It was a waste of time, because he didn’t need anything like that to prove he was the best; he already knew that; everybody knew that.
He was high. Oh, yes. Tonight he was high, because it was the only way he could endure some stupid night like that. Babylon’s Studs n Suds was very popular, and Brandon wondered why Kinney kept that silly night after rebuilding the club, if he never came himself. All in all, being high made the night more bearable. He’s already had some E and lots of Chivas Regal (how many doses he didn’t know nor cared).
He was one of the few men with his clothes on, and he entertained the thought of going away, perhaps find a fuckable man at Woody’s and take him to his apartment. But he was already dizzy and wondered how the hell he would go home. He wouldn’t let any stupid guy drive his brand new Ferrari.
A short brunet guy approached him with a yellow paper in hand. “Excuse me, sir?” he shoved the paper at Brandon’s hand.
Brandon blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision on the tiny paper in the guy’s hands. “What’s this?” Shit, was he that wasted?
The guy looked at him like he was retarded. “It’s a pass for the VIP lounge,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it was obvious. Having being banned from the VIP lounge forever, Brandon didn’t know how the damn pass looked like.
“May I ask to what do I owe the honor?”
“Mr. Kinney’s orders, sir.” At Brandon’s raised eyebrows the man added, “His orders were that anyone with too much clothes on should a pass. He doesn’t want unsatisfied customers.”
“I don’t care about what ‘Mr. Kinney’ thinks.
The guy actually sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t sir.” He shoved the paper in Brandon’s hand. “I’m just doing my job.” He turned around and left, not giving him any time to reply.
Brandon looked at the paper in his hand. Shit …would he ever have another chance to see the VIP room? Hadn’t Brian banned him from it forever?
He smiled a little and went to the bar. “Chivas Regal. Make it double.” He could see Kinney raging with anger when he found out that Brandon had gone inside the VIP room. Stupid asshole, he hadn’t predict that one day Brandon would get inside his brand new playground. “Shit.” He said out loud. Here he was, high on booze and E, horny as hell (well he was always like that), with an invitation to go to the VIP room (that fell on his lap), and he could bet his index finger that only the hottest men (and the richer) got inside the VIP room…but tonight, when he was high? Was it wise?
He suddenly made a decision, with alcohol and drugs as advisers. “What the hell, let’s see what happens there.” He was Brandon Stuart, known and respected. No one would try anything silly with him. And since when did he care for what was wise and prudent? Besides, if he found a hot guy inside he was sure he could even have a good time.
The VIP lounge was everything he imagined. And more. It didn’t even feel like Babylon. The climate was controlled, there was a soft music playing, the place was dim-lit but he could see everything perfectly well.
There were big, comfortable couches everywhere, some the size of a bed, especially at the corners and places where the light didn’t exactly reach. From the ceiling, drapes adorned the spaces between the couches, giving the place a sense of privacy that Brandon liked immediately. The fabric was white, almost transparent but not quite, and through it he could see the shadows of two men together in an embrace o the nearest couch. It was beautiful. The place was wonderful.
He walked further in the room, noticing that there weren’t many people inside. Most of the queens were at Studs n Suds, Brandon thought; this place wasn’t for everyone, only for those special men with good taste. The place suited him, he thought. It was really special, no wonder you hade to practically sell a kidney to buy a permanent pass.
He walked in further, admitting the way the dim light reflected on the floor, drapes, walls and glass everywhere. Without realizing it, he reached the last couch and sat down on it, delighted to see how soft it was. Suddenly, he felt gentle but strong hands on his shoulders from behind.
“Don’t turn around.”
Brandon started to get up, but the hands’ grip grew tighter. “I said: don’t turn around.”
The voice was familiar, but Brandon couldn’t identify the owner. The person was standing behind him, but even if he looked up he couldn’t identify the guy. His face was hidden by the shadows and he was all in black, so it was really hard to see. So Brandon focused on the hands. Hands that were now roaming his chest and slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. They were pale and soft to the touch. Not a hard worker, then.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Shhh. Don’t talk.” The hands caressed his neck lightly, and the spot behind his ear, sending shivers through his spine. They seemed delicate, but strong at the same time, and he could tell these hands knew how to give pleasure, by the way they were now running across his torso. Brandon sighed, throwing his head back. He liked these hands, definitely. He decided he didn’t care who they belonged to, as long as they kept doing that.
“Do you like that?” the mysterious guy asked softly, running slightly calloused thumbs over Brandon’s nipples.
If Brandon’s head wasn’t spinning from alcohol and E, there was no way he would let this thing keep going on without knowing who the guy was, but now he had lust to add to the haze in his head, and he was so aroused by the fact that the guy was enticing him only with his hands that he couldn’t care less. “Yeah…” was all he said.
“Close your eyes.” The anonymous man purred next to his ear.
Brandon complied, inhaling deeply and feeling the man’s scent. He smelled of aftershave and soap. That was one of the things that really turned him on: the smell. And this guy’s was delicious. He felt the man moving from behind him and his stomach clenched in anticipation. He was now hovering above him, and Brandon gasped when he felt the man straddle him. He wasn’t too heavy, so Brandon assumed the guy was slim and shorter than him.
He heard a whisper. “Open your eyes.”
For a second he wondered if he really wanted to open his eyes, if it wasn’t better to let the mystery remain, so aroused he was by it. But when he opened them, he didn’t regret. He blinked a few times to be sure.
“Justin Taylor.” he said half smiling.
“You’re high.” Justin said.
Brandon felt his shirt sliding over his shoulders with the help of those beautiful hands, artist’s hands. “Yes”, was all he was able to say. Justin Taylor was a beautiful, beautiful man.
“Don’t worry…” the younger blond whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
Justin ran his hands over Brandon’s chest and he kept going lower and lower until he found his belt. He started to unfasten it, all the time maintaining eye contact, with a seductive and playful smile that kept Brandon hypnotized.
When Justin’s hands started to unzip his pants, Brandon held his hands. “I want you.” he said in a husky voice.
Justin leaned on him until his mouth was only an inch from Brandon’s. “Patience.” he purred. His mouth traveled to Brandon’s neck and he gently sucked the place where the neck met the shoulder.
Brandon’s hands traveled automatically to Justin’s waist and the young man increased the pressure, the sucking turning into biting. Brandon moaned and started to open Justin’s shirt.
Justin’s hands held Brandon’s. “Wait.” he said, with the most seductive smile Brandon had ever seen. “I’ll do it for you.”
Brandon almost whimpered when Justin left his lap, his painful erection complaining from the loss of contact. But Justin was in front of him now, and his hands gently on Brandon’s shoulders, pulling his back against the soft couch. “A show just for you.” He smiled. “You won’t regret it.”
“Wait.” Brandon’s head was spinning with lust now, but the last coherent thought penetrated the haze he was in. He grabbed Justin’s hand and looked at him questioningly. “What about Kinney?”
“What about him?” Justin smiled again and walked two or three steps away from Brandon, stopping with his back turned to the older man. Then he turned his blond head and looked at him seductively. “Do you care about what he thinks?”
“No.” Brandon answered with heavy lidded eyes, unable to take his eyes from Justin’s bubble butt.
“So…why should I?”
The VIP room’s music was perfect. Not too loud and not too low. Almost like background music but not quite; just the right volume to create an intimate and seductive atmosphere. Justin’s body started to sway to the music. The young man started to dance and Brandon realized he couldn’t tear his eyes off him. He remembered vaguely of someone telling him that Justin was King of Babylon once. He could see why.
Justin was facing him now, and Brandon, hypnotized, saw the blond’s hands starting to unbutton the black silk shirt he was wearing, revealing pale skin that seemed so, so soft to the touch. When Justin took the shirt off, Brandon almost gasped when he saw a nipple ring shining faintly in the dim light. He wanted to touch it so much it hurt.
“Do you like what you see?” Justin asked huskily, sending shock waves along Brandon’s spine.
Oh, yes. He did. Very much. “Come here.” he said to the young man.
Justin shook his head no. “You’re not ready.” he said, indicating with his eyes Brandon’s pants only with the top button undone. Justin started to unzip his black pants, revealing black underwear that made a beautiful contrast with his pale skin. Brandon mirrored Justin’s movements, unzipping his own pants and touching his painfully hard cock.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Justin whispered. “Look at me.” he said, licking his lips as his hand disappeared inside his pants and underwear. “Look and imagine all the dirty things we could do together. Imagine how you would make me scream when I came.”
Would? No, Justin wasn’t getting it right. He was going to make Justin scream, and it wouldn’t be long now. It was mere minutes from happening. “Come here…” he said again, but Justin, instead of moving, kept looking at a point behind Brandon, above his head, eyes heavy lidded with desire.
Brandon sighed, impatient. What the hell? He decided to get up to get the boy. But when he started to move, another pair of hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, this time not too gently.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Brandon froze. That voice he knew. Brian Kinney.
In the blink of an eye, Brian was in front of him, both hands on his chest, only to be sure he wouldn’t move.
“You can’t have him.” he snarled. “Never.”
Through his astonishment, Brandon realized Brian was shitless and as aroused as he was. Behind the brunet, looking straight at Brandon now, Justin said, “Did you really think I would want you when I have him?”
Brandon looked at the smiling blond and realization dawned on him. “You set this up.”
“So clever.” Brian murmured. “So clever, that you tried to have him while he was high. In Babylon, of all places. He might have been wasted, but you weren’t.” Brian raised an eyebrow, smiling sarcastically at him. “Consider this show a gift. A sample of what he can do to you. The same I could have done that day, if I’d wanted to.”
Brandon could feel his face reddening each passing second with anger. Mostly with himself. How could he be so stupid and not see this coming?
“I don’t want to see you near him ever again. You can’t touch him. And you definitely can’t bite him.” He looked at Brandon with disdain. “Because he’s mine.” He grabbed Brandon by the shoulders again, hard. “You want so much to be me…You want the title? The fame? This place? I don’t care.” He shoved Brandon painfully hard against the couch. “You can fill your head with illusions and pretend to be me, I don’t give a shit. But don’t forget just one thing: He. Is. Mine.”
Brian gave Brandon one last glare. “Why would he want the imitation when he has the original?” Then he walked to where Justin was, kissing him so hard that Brandon saw the blond’s knees actually buckling. Justin melted into Brian, and the brunet’s grip on him was possessive, Brian’s hands sinking in Justin’s blond hair, Brian kissing Justin with a primal hunger that made Justin whimper, the pale artist’s hands gripping Brian’s shoulders with passion.
“Take me home, Brian.” Justin murmured against Brian’s mouth, both men panting hard, chests heaving, foreheads resting against each other’s.
Brian’s arm encircled Justin’s waist. But he looked at Brandon once more. “I hope you enjoyed the show. That’s only a little taste of what you’ll never have. And don’t fuck with me again.”
Justin blinked at him and added: “Sorry… But revenge is a dish that’s best when served cold.”
There was nothing Brandon could do, except look at the couple as they walked together as if glued, smiling widely at each other in a public display of affection that made him sick. He looked around to see if someone had seen what had happened, but luckily, it looked everyone was busy with their own lives. Hard to know, in an almost dark place like that.
“One of these days, Kinney…” he muttered between teeth, starting to zip his pants.
The problem with Brandon was that he wanted so much to be Brian Kinney that he forgot to be himself.
THE END
A/N: There's a tiny part of this chapter that is unbetaed, because it was a last minute thing. So, if you find any mistakes, they're mine.