NO EXCUSES, NO APOLOGIES, NO REGRETS
Part 9 - Deception

BRIAN

When I get home, I have to deal with the silent treatment from Justin. He's still pissed that I didn't apologize, I'm sure. I didn't get an opportunity to call him during the day or didn't feel inclined to. Either way, he's going to make me make it up to him.

He's sprawled out on my leather sofa watching TV. Standing at the back of the sofa, I take in what's on the screen - Corey Feldman and Sean Austin in the Goonies. I loved this movie growing up. Mikey and I must've seen it ten times. In those days, I had such wild hormones that even Josh Brolin could give me a boner!

"What, are you that bored?" I ask Justin. He's not one to go for old movies. Of course, old for him is five years ago. He's a total 90's fag, lives for whatever's 'in.'

He doesn't comment just turns up the volume. He's such a kid sometimes. Everytime I try to forget the huge difference in our ages, he does something to remind me.

I should just shower, change and head out - it's Friday night and I'm not about to stay home a minute longer than necessary. I should leave the little prick to sulk. But I won't. As much as he's annoying me right now, I don't want to fight with him. And I want him with me tonight.

Walking over so that I'm standing in front of him blocking his view, I wait.

"Brian! You're in my fucking way!" he protests loudly.

"Stop behaving like a fucking spoiled brat."

He glares at me and I cock a brow. But he refuses to back down. He turns over onto his stomach so he has a better view.

I see no other way. Sitting on his back, I ignore his scream and push down his sweat pants.

"If you want to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one," I say sweetly.

He snorts. "Get off me. You weigh a fucking ton!"

That comment earns him his first smack. His round pale ass becomes pink immediately.

"Are you ready to be a good little boy?" I insist, using my best 'mother' voice.

He tries to push me off by arching his back but I'm too heavy for him. I smack his butt again.

"Brian!" he shouts. "Will you quit it?"

"Will you quit acting like a child?"

He sighs before agreeing. I get off him and he stands to pull up his pants. He glares at me and I grin sweetly.

"Come here," I order.

He flares his nose slightly before stomping into my arms. I finger his cheek as I rub my forehead against his, inhaling his clean scent.

"I know it didn't hurt so kill the princess routine."

He lets me kiss him. "It did too!" he responds as soon as the kiss ends.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower."

His eyes light up at the suggestion. It's amazing what little it takes to please him.

JUSTIN

We have dinner at the Diner with Emmett and Ted. I haven't seen them together in ages, but from the look of things, their relationship, or rather, friendship, is back on track.

I order fries and a burger and Brian orders a salad with grilled chicken. I try to taste some of his salad but he slaps my hand away.

I shoot him a dirty look and turn my attention back to Emmett's story. He's updating us on his new boyfriend - Dijon, the same black guy I had left him with that night. Ted doesn't seem bothered by the news and Brian's ignoring the three of us entirely, concentrating fully on his food...unless he has other things on his mind.

"He's been right under my nose all this time!" Em gushes. "He' so amazing," he repeats for the fifth time tonight.

I grin and Ted shakes his head.

"I'm not sure I want to meet this guy," Ted says. "If he's anything like your past flings..."

"Fling?" Em looks taken aback. I raise a brow as I chomp on a fry. "I'm deeply hurt, Teddy, that you'd think such a horrid thought."

Ted rolls his eyes. "You've known him what? A couple months? You're not even fucking yet!"

I drop my fork and stop chewing. This conversation was finally getting interesting.

"You're not fucking?" I ask, incredulous.

Emmett pouts. "He wants to take things... slow."

Brian snorts. "Or it could just be he doesn't want to fuck you."

So maybe Brian WAS paying attention all this time.

"Shut up, Brian!" Ted sighs.

"What?" Brian smirks. "It's not my fault the guy would rather play dominos than fuck this queen!"

Emmett hits Brian's arm. "You don't know anything!"

"Are you sure he's even into cock?"

"Brian!" We all mutter in unision.

He shrugs. Looking at me, he raises an eyebrow, "You about done?"

I nod quickly, wipe my mouth with the napkin and get up.

We're halfway to the jeep when we hear, "Hey guys! Wait up!"

Emmett and Ted decide to join us at Babylon.

EMMETT

I'm so dying for a screaming orgasm - the drink that is, although I wouldn't mind the other kind of orgasm at all. Just thinking about my present fuck-less state, I want to bawl my eyes out. Why do I always pick up and fall in love with men that do not deserve me? I fall in love like Brian changes underwear. Walking behind him into Babylon, I wonder if he even wears underwear. He's got the nicest butt in those black jeans.

Justin turns back to make sure I'm following. His hand is entwined with Brian's as he leads our little pack. He's such a sweetie. I'm genuinely glad he didn't leave with Felix, although I liked the guy, no complaints at all. I do wish Justin had more sense than to stay with Brian though. But...he's happy I suppose. Strange the way Brian dotes on and takes care of him. He tries so hard to prove to us that he doesn't care two fucks about Justin, but I know better. I think we all do. He loves that kid more than he'll ever admit. He needs him.

The minute we get to the bar, I order myself a drink. Ted gets himself a beer and Justin follows suit. Brian pays for it all, gulps his own beer down and orders a double Jim.

I lean against the bar and drape my arm over Justin's shoulder. We scan the crowd together.

"Are you two really not fucking?" Justin shouts into my ear.

I roll my eyes. "Sweetie," I tell him. "It's not like it's the end of the world, you know!"

He gives me a disbelieving look and I wonder if I even sound convincing telling him this nonesense. God, I'm going nuts! I live to fuck...well, be fucked. I am the nelly bottom! Dijon and his fucking no-sex-til-it-feels-right-rule. Why do I always get myself into these crazy relationships?

"How's living with the King of mean?" I ask Justin, in an attempt to keep my mind busy. Thinking about Dijon only works me up into a pulsating sweat. All those muscles...his fine ass...those juicy lips...on my dick...

"No complaints," Justin shouts.

I'm not really listening so I have no idea what he's talking about. I just nod my head and smile.

Then, I notice a familiar face coming towards us.

"Jesus..." I mutter.

Justin follows my gaze. "What is it, Em?"

It's the one twink I thought was out of our lives for good.

Blake walks up to Ted and smiles. I can't fucking believe that Ted welcomes him with open arms. Especially after everything that Meth addicted little twink did to him! Ted looks up and notices me watching him, but he smiles, letting me know he can handle it.

I sip my drink and watch Justin try to pull Brian to the dance floor, but Brian's not in the mood. Wonder what's up with that? Brian usually loves to dance with Justin. Lazy fuck!

I finish off my drink and grab Justin's hand. "Come on baby. Let's dance!"

BRIAN

I watch Emmett and Justin bop off to the dance floor hand in hand. To my right, Ted's trying to brush off all of Blake's advances. I can't help but stare. It's amusing - someone actually wants to fuck Theodore Schmidt. Will wonders never cease?  Actually, he's not that bad. I'd fuck him... if he weren't so old and tired looking. I'd be afraid of falling asleep fucking someone as boring and plain as him.

Blake-the-hyperactive-twinkie is looking especially hot. If Justin weren't here, I would make my move and fuck his tight twinkie ass. Then again, Ted had him and I don't do sloppy seconds.

"Howdy, Stranger."

I turn to see who's whispering in my ear and come nose to nose with Gabriel. Jesus Fucking Christ!

He smiles slyly. "If I'd known you come here," he says, leaning closer to add, "I'd have been here a lot sooner."

I grind my teeth and focus on Justin and Emmett on the dance floor, refusing to look into his hypnotizing dark eyes. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" I sneer.

"I was hoping you'd offer, that way I wouldn't have to."

I hate it when he turns on the charm. He's using my fucking lines...the ones he taught me...the very same ones he used years ago. They may have worked then, when I was nothing but a stupid, impressionable kid, but not anymore!

Realizing he's getting nowhere, he orders us two tequila shots.

"One shot and I'm gone," he promises.

He hands me a glass, the liquid spilling over onto my fingers. Lifting his drink close to mine, he says, "To the good old days!"

The glasses click and we down our shots. I blink once or twice as the liquid burns its way down my throat. When my vision clears, I notice Justin making his way back towards me. I don't want him meeting Gabriel. None of the guys know who he is either, and I'm not in the mood to start making introductions.

"Fuck off," I tell Gabe.

He smirks. "What? No goodbye kiss?" And before I can react, his lips brush against mine briefly. I have the urge to spit right in his face, but I have other things to deal with, like Justin standing right in front of me.

He collapses on me looking flushed and sweaty. "I need a drink!"

I hand him my unfinished draft and he takes a huge gulp. I notice Gabe's still leaning against the bar watching us with an amused expression on his chiseled face.

Justin puts the beer on the counter and leans up to kiss me. I pull back, only becuase I don't want Gabe to know who Justin is. When I look down into Justin's eyes and see the hurt, I decide to give in. I slip my arms around his waist and suck his lips into mine. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me closer.

When he pulls back, he says, "I'm so horny! Can we go home and fuck? Like right now?"

I squeeze his butt firmly and whisper, "Behave."

He rubs his dick against mine provocatively, grinning innocently the whole time. "Come on, Brian. Please?" he begs.

I snort. He always has to have everything his way. And he knows exactly what to do to me to get it.

"Brian, do you know that guy?" Justin removes his arms from around my neck. "He keeps staring at us."

Fuck.

Gabe extends a hand. "You must be Brian's boyfriend?"

I glare at him but he ignores me, eyes on Justin.

"I'm Justin," he says.

"Gabriel," Gabe responds and they shake on the intro. "I'm Brian's new employee."

Justin raises a brow and smiles. He looks at me but I say nothing.

"Are you new to the Pitts?"

"Not really."

"Good. So you won't be too lonely if you have friends here already."

"Oh, I don't."

"You don't?"

"It's ok. I don't care much for friends."

Oh fuck. I can hear what's coming already. Before I can intervene, Justin asks, "Why don't you come over for dinner sometime? It'll give you a chance to get to know Brian better."

I groan inwardly. "Justin."

"It's all right, Brian," Justin slips moves his arms to my waist. "I can make steaks! Do you like steak, Gabriel?"

Who the fuck cares what that bastard likes?

"I love to eat meat."

Oh, God.

Justin grins and declares; "We'll see you next week then. Brian can figure out a good day with you."

The little twat leaves to go to the bathroom and I'm left alone with Gabe again.

"He's cute," he says immediately.

"He's mine," I say forcefully.

He raises a hand in surrender. "Not my type. Too young."

I shoot him a dirty look and he grins. "Who would have thunk it?" he says. "Brian Kinney playing house with a kid. See ya, Boss."

JUSTIN

All night, Brian's sour and moody. He refuses to dance or even let me kiss him. I'm frustrated and spend most of my time on the dance floor with Emmett.

At one, Brian finds me and tells me he's going home. I go with him and the car ride is silent. He won't talk to me at all, just shoots angry looks in my direction at every red light.

Finally, at the loft, I ask him what the fuck's bothering him.

"Why'd you have to go and invite that asshole over?" he shouts at me.

I slip out of my jacket and toss the scarf on the bedroom floor.

"Gabriel?" I ask stupidly.

He flares his nose slightly. "No, Princess Di!" he snaps sarcastically. "Don't be a fucking moron, Justin."

I stifle a yawn, ignoring his insults. "What's the big deal? He seems like a nice guy."

"He's not."

"I thought you said he was just hired?"

"So?"

"You don't know him, Brian."

He glares. "I just don't like him, all right."

Sighing loudly, I follow him into the bathroom. We brush our teeth in silence, him constantly shooting daggers in my direction via the mirror.

I slip under the covers and let out a wide yawn. I'm tired and my feet hurt. I wish I had one of those massagers. Maybe I'll get one this weekend. Would Brian think them too girlie?

"Justin?" Brian interrupts my thoughts. "Are you fucking listening to me?"

Oh shit! I didn't even realize he was talking to me.

"Yeah," I mumble, unconvincingly.

He grumbles and gets into bed with me.

I throw a leg over his and kiss his shoulder. "You don't like him cuz he's hot and you wanna fuck him," I joke. "But, you can't, ok? I'm making that a rule. No fucking guys you work with named Gabriel."

He looks at me quickly, eyes flashing. It was a joke and I expect him to laugh but he doesn't say anything.

"What now?"

"You think he's hot?"

I shrug. "Sure. For his age."

"How old do you think he is?"

What's with the stupid questions? "I don't know. Forty? I really don't care, Brian."

He shifts his leg so mine falls off his and tries to turn so his back is to me, but I won't allow it. I climb on top of him so my legs fall inbetween his and prop my chin on his chest.

"What's going on with you?" I ask hesitantly. "You've been acting weird lately."

"Have I?"

"Yeah. Is it me? Am I too much? Do you need some space?"

I hold my breath and wait for his response.

He sighs and begins stroking the hair away from my forehead. "It's not you."

I exhale relieved. "Then what is it?"

He takes a moment before admitting, "I'm just stressed at work."

I brush my lips against his. "I could give you some alone time? Go spend a couple days with mom and Mol?"

He groans. "I don't want you to leave."

I smile. "I really don't want to leave either. But I would...if it meant you being less stressed."

He pulls me up for a kiss. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

But I can't help but worry. He's my lover, my partner, by best friend.

13/12/02

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