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[Continued from here.]That fucking face... Claire'd had an attitude adjustment, that was for sure. She wasn't the bumbling blonde bimbo she'd once been, and Roger vaguely hoped Hunter's cock had very little to do with it

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[queer_as_brian]

Brian was feeling pretty fucking good. He'd spent the last few days drunk on good liquor for once, and he was in the mood for some company.

He wandered over to Roger's room after finishing the bottle of Grey Goose, knocking lightly and poking his head inside when there was no answer. Not there. Fuck. He stood in the corridor for a few seconds, frowning.

Some blonde chick came out of the men's room and bolted past him without a word, rousing his curiosity. What the hell had she been doing in there? He pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom, peering into the stalls with a vague smirk that disappeared instantly the second he saw Roger.

"Shit." He was in the stall with Roger before he knew it, not even stopping to wonder how he recognized him so fast despite not seeing much more than his back and his ass. If asked he'd claim he never forgot an ass, but that wasn't it.

Dropping to his knees, he reached for Roger, resting a hand on his back. "Roger..."

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Roger chuckled, but it didn't last. He'd opened his eyes, looking right at Brian now, and practically through him. Was being needed what he wanted? Or was being wanted what he needed? Or was it neither?

He licked his lips, more submissive than he ever, ever wanted to be. Especially right then.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian's eyes were drawn to those lips as Roger's tongue slid over them. He tilted his head consideringly, then with a small shrug he leaned in and pressed a light kiss to them. It could have been a request for more, or it could have just been a gesture of comfort--though considering the source it was pretty easy to guess which was more likely.

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No matter what it was meant to be, Roger drew comfort from it, and if it was just a request for more, that was filled, as well, when Roger craned his neck to recapture Brian's lips. His eyes closed immediately and tightly, one arm winding around Brian. He wanted to feel normal for a fucking minute.

[queer_as_brian]

It wasn't as if it took much to convince Brian, even on his worst days. He stretched out against Roger, pressing closer as his hand moved down Roger's side with a soft moan.

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Roger's breath hitched in response. The closer Brian got, the more normal he started to feel. It wasn't anything serious, it was sublimating. Some people chose cheesecake or drugs or cameras, but Brian chose sex, and Roger was perfectly content to go along in that vain.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian's mouth moved against Roger's as his hand caressed his chest, letting his fingernails drag over Roger's nipples as he nipped at his lip. This was better. Sex was the perfect distraction in Brian's mind, no matter what was bothering you.