Not Like All The Others

BRIAN’S POV


Justin and I walk into the diner a couple of days after the family dinner. I had been told my more than one person that if I tried to keep Justin away from them, they would put my balls up for auction on e-bay. And despite my constant bitching about them making me have him around more than necessary, I actually enjoyed the kid’s company. Regardless of how much younger he was than my friends and I, he was probably one of the most mature people that I had ever met. We walk over to the booth where my friends are sitting at. I slide into the spot next to Emmett, leaving the Justin to sit across from me next to Ted. Emmett glares at me as a response to the seating arrangements. I ignore him and turn back to Justin and Ted. I notice that someone in our party is missing.

“Where’s Michael?” I ask Ted, refusing to acknowledge Emmett’s presence.

“He and the professor had a date. He told us to tell you that he’d see you at Babylon later.” Ted replies, absently poking at the food on his plate.

“What’s Babylon?” Justin asks, all of a sudden joining the conversation. Emmett automatically perks up.

“Babylon, sweetie, is a gay dance club. It’s fabulous. You should check it out sometime. I can take you shopping. We’ll pick you out something that makes you look stunning. Not that you don’t always look stunning.” Emmett practically squeals with excitement. He reaches across the table and grabs a hold of Justin’s hands. Which he promptly lets go of when he feels the heel of my boots dig into his toes. Once again he glares at me and I smile sweetly in return. Justin watches the interaction with a confused look on his face, wondering what he missed. He looks as if he’s about to say something but Debbie comes up to the table.

“Hey, cutie. It’s good to see you. And apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so. Every guy in here has been checking you out since you walked in the door.” she says to Justin. He looks around the room at the other people in the diner. I glance around to, although more casually. And indeed there are several eyes that at some point or another make their way over to Justin, who, might I add, seems to be thrilled with the attention that he is receiving. I suddenly find myself becomes slightly jealous. No. Not jealous. Protective, I don’t get jealous. I’m the only one that he has ever fucked, so in some screwed up way, he belongs to me god damn it. I feel an overwhelming urge to claim what I believe to be mine. To let everyone know that he is not available.

“Well, they’re just shit out of luck.” I tell her standing and motioning for Justin to do the same. “We only dropped by long enough so that Emmett can’t say I didn’t bring the little darling around.” I say, with as much sarcasm as I can possibly put into my voice. “Now we have to leave. We have much more important things that we could be doing.” I slide my fingers into the waistband of Justin’s pants and lead him out of the diner.


As I slide the loft door shut, I grab Justin by his shirt and push him up against the door. I ravish his mouth for several minutes before finally pulling away. He looks up at me, his eyes clouded over with lust, his lips red and swollen .

“What was that for?” he asks me, a smile spreading across his face. I turn my head slightly to the side and smile back at him.

“What? I can’t kiss you whenever I want? I have to have a reason now?” I say playfully. He quickly shakes his head before pulling me down into another searing kiss. I gladly return it, slipping my tongue in between his parted lips. I pull away a moment later. I take a couple of steps back and slowly strip off my shirt. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips. I toss my shirt onto the sofa and saunter into the bedroom, Justin following close behind. Well, I said that I had more important things to do. And right now I can’t think of anything more important or any place that I’d rather be.


JUSTIN’S POV


I lay on my bed listening to Daphne go on about how much she can’t wait to start school next month. I can’t say that I’m as thrilled about it as she is, but hell, it’s our last year. So, the sooner it starts the sooner it will be over with. And I’ll also be turning eighteen this year, so that’s another plus.

“Are you even listening to me?” Daphne asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yes. I’m listening Daph. You can’t wait until school starts. The same thing you have been saying for the past hour.” I say rolling my eyes. “You’re excited. I get that.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks me. She pushes herself up onto her elbows and cups her chin in her hands. I just casually shrug my shoulders.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just bored.” I answer her. She appears to ponder this for a minute before she replies.

“So, let’s go out.”

“Where? I‘m not in the mood for the every day, time wasting activities that we usually use to fill up these voids.” I tell her. I know I’m probably being more difficult than I should. But I’m allowed princess moments every now and then. We both fall back into silence thinking about what to do with the rest of our night.

“What about that place Brian’s friends mentioned a few days ago?” she says after a moment or two.

“Babylon? I think you have to be a member or be with someone who is.” Which sucks because now that she brought it up, I really want to go.

“So. Track down Brian. Get him to take us. Or one of his friends.” she says as if this thought should have crossed my mind hours ago.

“I don’t know any of his friends that well. And if Brian’s not at his house then I doubt I’ll be able to track him down since I don’t really know where else he would be.”

“Well, call his house and see if he‘s there.”

“Okay.” I get up and turn on my cell phone. I push the speed dial number for Brian’s house. I listen to the phone ring on the other end but he doesn’t answer. I try his cell phone but it’s turned off, so, no luck there either. “I can’t get a hold of him.” I say turning back to Daphne.

“Then we just have to find him. You have me all excited about going to this club now. So, where else would he be?” she says sitting up quick enough to make me dizzy, although it doesn’t appear to effect her. But then again, not much does. I push myself up into a sitting position as well.

“Relax Daphne.” I say trying to get her to calm down. Even though I want to go pretty badly too. “It’s a gay club. It’s not like you’re going to find someone to hook up with there. Unless you all of a sudden started to like pussy and just didn’t tell me. And I don’t even know if you’d be able to find that there. From what everyone said it’s pretty much just guys.”

“Who says I want to go so I can hook up with someone? Maybe I just want to watch hot men grind up against each other. Did you ever think of that?” she demands. She crosses her arms over her chest and puts on a straight face, trying to act insulted. I shake my head at her behavior.

“You’re a freak.” I tell her. Her resolve melts and she busts out into a fit of giggles.

“I know. So, where else would Brian be at?” she asks me, once again becoming serious. I think it over for a minute. The only one of his friend’s houses that I have actually been to is Debbie’s. But I doubt he’s there. Since I don’t know where any others live I can really only think of one place.

“He might be at the diner.” It’s a shot.

“Cool. Let’s go.” she says. She practically bounces off the bed and then reaches down and pulls me onto my feet. She grabs me by the arm and pulls me out the door and down the stairs to her car. We get in and head to the diner.


When we show up at the diner, Daphne hurries inside as if Brian were in there he might have a chance to escape if she doesn’t catch him. I shake my head once again, but I can’t help but smile. When I get inside I notice the disappointed look on her face. I glance around the room and see no sign of Brian. I do, however, see one of his friends. And thankfully, one I’m actually comfortable with. I grab hold of Daph’s hand and drag her over to the stool where Emmett is sitting. I sit down beside him and Daphne sits beside me.

“Hey baby!” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. Something that has now become a habit because of him doing it so often, to annoy Brian. “Who’s your little friend?”

“This is Daphne.” I glance back at her and notice she looks fascinated with being around such a flamboyant man. “Daphne this is Emmett. One of Brian’s friends.” That thought seems to snap her back to why we are here in the first place. I turn my attention back to Emmett.

“Do you know where Brian is? We were going to see if he would take us to Babylon.” I ask him hopefully.

“No, baby. I don’t. But I’d be happy to take you two gorgeous youngsters to what I consider to be one of the greatest places on earth.”

“Really?” I ask him. He nods his head yes. “Thanks.”

“When do you want to go?” Emmett asks us. I check my watch and see that it’s only seven.

“I don’t know. When’s the best time?” I ask him.

“After ten.” he answers. “How about I just meet you back here in a few hours. That way you’ll have plenty of time to get ready princess.” Daphne laughs at the princess remark and I swat her in the stomach with the back of my hand. I then turn back to Emmett.

“Sounds good. See you then. And thanks Em.” I say as Daphne and I walk back towards the door. We get in the car and head home to get ready.


BRIAN’S POV


I down my third shot in less than a half hour as I lean against the bar, feeling the burn of the liquid going down my throat and enjoying the thump thump of the music. A tall, good looking man gives me the eye as he passes me and then heads for the back room. I set my shot glass down on the bar and begin to follow him. I’m stopped when Ted and Michael both grab my arm at the same time.

“What?” I shout at them impatiently.

“What are you doing?” Ted asks me.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask him, growing even more impatient by the second.

“What about Justin?” Mikey asks. “Does he know that you trick?”

“It hasn’t come up yet.” I tell them. It’s true. I still hadn’t really thought of a way to bring that up. I start to pull away again but they hold me tight.

“Then you shouldn’t do it until you tell him. It’s kind of like cheating.” Ted says.

“I’m not fucking cheating. I’m not even in a damn relationship. Justin and I fuck. That’s all it is.” I say, defending myself against the assumption that I’m in a relationship. So, I didn’t go into the backroom half as much as I did before I met Justin. No one here has peaked my interest that’s all the fuck it is.

“Since when do you fuck your tricks more than once?” Mikey asks me.

“Since none of your fucking business, that’s when.” I say before giving a final pull on my arm to free it and heading to the back room. What the fuck are they thinking? I’m not Justin’s fucking boyfriend. I don’t have any obligation to him or commitment to uphold. I walk into the back room and start looking for the man that had walked by me earlier. I find him leaning up against a wall in the corner. I walk over to him and he steps away from the wall. Now, I lean against it as the trick drops to his knees.


TED’S POV


Christ, Brian can be such a dick. He didn’t seem to give a shit about how Justin would feel about all this. I mean, I may not know the kid very well, but he seemed like a great person. And he’s definitely easy on the eyes. I could try my whole life and never get anyone like him. Brian gets him, and it’s pretty obvious how much he gives a shit. Asshole. I look over at the door as Emmett enters the room and I shake all thoughts of Brian from my head. Until who I see Emmett has brought with him.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Michael asks. I point over to the door where Justin, Emmett, and some girl I don’t recognize are standing.

“Justin’s here.” I tell him. His response is the same as mine.

“Oh shit.”

Emmett spots us and heads over to where we are. Justin and his friend follow close behind.

“Hi boys.” Emmett says once he is close enough for us to hear him. We both say hi back before I ask him why he brought Justin and the girl.

“This is Daphne. And Daphne this is Ted and Michael.” Emmett says, quickly introducing us before answering my question. “And they were bored and wanted to be introduced into our fabulous world. They were going to ask Brian but they couldn’t find him, so they got me instead.”

“Do you know where he is?” Justin asks Michael and me.

“No.” we both answer in unison just a little too quickly. Justin obviously doesn’t believe us.

“Come on. I’m serious. Where is he?” Justin pushes. I glance up at Emmett, pleading with my eyes for him to go find something else to amuse Justin. Emmett then realizes what Brian’s up to.

“Come on baby, let’s go get a drink and dance.” Emmett says trying to change the subject. But in the short amount of time that I have known him I have learned Justin is nothing if not persistent. He looks from Emmett to me then to Michael and then states a question to all of us.

“What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?” he asks. The look on his face almost immediately causes me to give in and I can tell it has the same effect on the others. “Tell me. Please.” he says, his eyes focusing back on me. I sigh in defeat and point towards the backroom.

“He’s back there.” I tell him. Justin turns and heads in the direction I pointed.

Emmett leans closer to Daphne. “As much as I hate for you two to have to cut your evening short, I think you might want to be ready to leave when he comes back out.”


BRIAN’S POV


I sigh deeply, my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the tricks mouth on me. It’s not as good as Justin’s but it’ll do. I feel myself beginning to get close when I hear someone say my name very softly. I open my eyes and see Justin standing a few feet away. The first thing I notice is that he looks fucking gorgeous. He’s wearing tight jeans and a tight baby blue t-shirt. The second thing that I notice is that he looks like I just kicked him in the gut. He glances from my face down to the trick, who is still sucking my cock, and then back up again, like he can’t figure out which he should be focusing on more. Eventually his eyes lock onto mine. The hurt look in them causes my chest to tighten. He closes his eyes for a second before turning back around. I finally snap out of the shock of him having caught me and shove the trick off. I fasten my pants as I follow him out of the back room. I struggle to follow him through the crowd, but he’s smaller and therefore gets through a lot quicker. I push open the door and step outside in time to see him and Daphne pulling away from the curb and speeding down the street.

Well, so much for trying to figure out how to tell him.