Not Like All The Others

Authors Note: The chapter I know you all have been waiting for. Brian gets a taste of his own medicine.

JUSTIN’S POV


I smoke a cigarette as I lie on my bed and stare up at the patterns the shadows are creating on my ceiling. My mom would probably kill me if she catches me smoking in the house. Hell, if she catches me smoking at all. I just can’t bring myself to care to much right now. It has been three days sense I left Brian at Babylon without telling him and I haven’t heard from him once the entire time. Maybe he realizes that I don’t like him tricking in front of me and he feels bad for it. Yeah right. He is probably just pissed off about me leaving without him. Maybe I should have told him that I was leaving first. That way he wouldn’t have had to worry about where I was until Emmett came back and told him. Not that he’d ever admit to worrying about me. I’m drawn out of my thoughts by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I lean over and put out what is left of my cigarette and pick up my phone. I look at the display to see who it is. Well, speak of the devil. I flip the phone open and bring it to my ear.

“Hey Brian.” I push myself up so that I’m sitting on the edge of my bed. “I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Been busy?” I ask him.

“Yeah. I had shit loads of work to do. What happened to you the other night?” he asks. He doesn’t sound pissed off, just curious. But with Brian you can never tell. He can hide what he is feeling damn good.

“I had to go so that I would be able to get up for school in the morning.” I tell him. Then I add, “You were in the backroom. I didn’t want to bother you.” I say it a little more bitterly than I intended to. If he notices the change of tone he doesn’t show it.

“Well, do you want to come out with us tonight?” he asks me. I don’t really want to see him going off with another guy again, but I never pass up a chance to see him.

“Yeah. Sure.” I tell him. “Can you come pick me up?” My parents went out for something so I can’t borrow the car.

“Yeah. I have to finish up this shit I brought back from the office but it shouldn’t take too long. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay?”

“Alright. See you then.”

“Later.”

“Later.” I say before I hang up the phone. I pick up my cigarette and relight it. I finish it off then get up to pick out what I am going to wear.


I knew that it was a bad idea to come here. Once again I find myself leaning against the bar and watching as Brian drags some guy into the backroom. You would think that since he asked me to come that he would have stayed with me. But we’ve been here less than a half hour and I’ve already been ditched. I run my eyes over the crowd looking for the rest of our little group. Ben and Michael are dancing together. The professor finally got enough time off to come out with us. Ted and Emmett are dancing together also. Well, Emmett is dancing and Ted is just allowing himself to be jerked around on the dance floor. I laugh a little bit at the sight but still cant help feeling like the odd wheel. I turn back to the bar and call over the bartender. He’s one of the few that will let me buy drinks. I order a beer and turn around in time to see Emmett and Ted coming up the stairs. They order their drinks then lean against the bar next to me. Ted looks happy to be off the dance floor.

“Where’s Brian?” Ted asks me. I point in the direction of the backroom just as Brian comes out of it, followed by the now discarded trick. Brian walks onto the dance floor and immediately grabs his next conquest and starts dancing with him. Ted shoots me a look of pity that I try to ignore.

“He’s just trying to prove he doesn’t belong to anyone. In his eyes, having people think that, is the worst possible thing that could happen.” Emmett says trying to cheer me up. I smile up at him to let him know I’m okay. He finishes off his drink and turns to Ted. “So, you ready to go back down there and show me your moves?” he asks him. Ted shakes his head.

“No. That’s okay. You go on without me.” Emmett rolls his eyes then turns to me.

“How about you sweetie?” he asks me. I’m about to decline when I see Brian heading for the backroom once again, this time with his latest dance partner in tow. I turn back to Emmett who looks at me expectantly.

“Okay.” Emmett jumps up and down then grabs my hand and pulls me down the stairs. I start to dance with him and I’m actually having a good time. A few minutes in to the dance I feel someone wrap their arms around me from behind. Thinking that Brian has returned from the backroom I lean back into the touch. Then I see the smirk on Emmett’s face as he lets go of me and starts to walk back up to Ted. I turn around and see that the man behind me isn’t Brian. The man is a couple inches taller than me, he has short black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiles down at me and continues to move to the music. Deciding that Brian can’t have all the fun, I wrap my arms around the guys neck and enjoy dancing with him. The longer we dance the closer our bodies get to each other until we are grinding against one another. I feel his erection rub against my upper thigh through our clothes. The guy lets out a slight moan at the contact then leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“You want to go to the backroom?” he asks me. I debate it for a moment and the guy presses himself against my hard cock in an attempt at persuasion. An attempt that works. I nod my head and grabbing his hand lead him to where I have seen Brian head so many times.


BRIAN’S POV


I discard the condom and tuck myself back into my pants and button them up. The trick comes up beside me and leans in for a kiss. I push him away from me.

“What do you want?” I ask him, annoyed. He smiles at me, oblivious to my irritation with him.

“To come home with you.” he answers. I huff a laugh and turn to face him.

“Yeah well, tough shit. You weren’t that good.” I say before walking away from him. As I walk out of the backroom I nearly walk right into Justin. I smile at him. He’s just what I need to forget about the less than stellar sex I just had. “Hey. You come looking for me?” I ask him. He shakes his head no and I notice for the first time that he isn’t alone. He begins to move past me towards the backroom and the guy he’s with follows. I reach out and grab his arm to stop him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I ask him.

“The same as you.” he says. He tries to shake my arm loose so that he can keep moving but I refuse to let him go.

“You can’t.” I say pulling him closer to me, not wanting to draw attention. He pulls his arm out of my grasp and takes a step away from me.

“Why not?” he asks me, crossing his arms over his chest. I find myself thinking of how hot he looks when he is pissed off. Then I remind myself that now is not the time to think about that.

“Because, you’re just a kid.” I tell him. Justin cocks his head at me.

“You sure as hell don’t think that I’m just a kid when I’m with you.” he points out.

“That’s different.” I tell him. He raises his eyebrow at me.

“How?”

“You know me.”

“I didn’t the first time.” he says. I can’t come up with a response to that. He takes is it as the end of our conversation, grabs the other guy and walks into the backroom. After he leaves I just stand there in shock. Fine if he wants to go play like a big boy then who am I to stop him. I turn and walk towards the stairs. As I walk up to the bar I see the entire gang staring at me. Apparently everybody saw Justin’s and my little confrontation. I decide to ignore them and ask the bartender for a shot of Jim Bean. I down the drink and order another one. The guys are still staring at me.

“What?” I practically shout at them. Ben, Michael, and Ted just shrug their shoulders before turning their attention back to the dance floor. Emmett on the other hand, walks up right beside me and leans against the bar, waiting for me to acknowledge him. Justin and Emmett have become close friends since I introduced them at Debbie‘s family dinner. So I should have figured that he’d have something to say about the scene by the backroom. Might as well get it over with. “What do you want?” I ask him.

“Just to point out that it doesn’t feel very good when you are on the receiving end of this little game you like to play.” he says before walking back over and starting up a conversation with Ted. My eyes wander over to the doorway leading to the backroom before I turn back to the bar and down my second shot. I have every intention of getting wasted tonight. A few minutes and two shots later, Emmett’s words come drifting back to me and I can’t help but wonder if this is what Justin did all those times I left him up here alone so I could be with a trick. The thought of him being back there with someone else cause a large lump to form deep in my chest. I blame the sudden wave of jealousy on the four shots I’ve done in the same amount of minutes. As I stare out over the dance floor, lost in my own thoughts, I am vaguely aware of Michael coming up beside me and staring up a conversation. A very one sided one since the words flow in one ear and out the other until he grabs my shoulder and I realize that he has just asked me a question. I tear my eyes from the dance floor and look over at my friend. He stares at me waiting for my answer.

“Um, yeah. Sure Mikey.” I say to him, having no idea what question he asked me. He seems satisfied with the answer though and heads back over to Ben. I turn away from the group and make my way down the stairs. Although my intentions on the way down were to find somebody to dance with so that I could forget about what Justin was probably doing right now, my feet seem to have other ideas. I step through the entrance to the backroom and scan the people in various positions on every available surface. Not seeing Justin among the many faces I move further into the room. When I finally spot him, I take some comfort in the fact that he is not fucking the trick, just simply getting his dick sucked. However, the sight is still enough to send another wave of jealousy coursing through my body. I stalk over to where Justin is and grab the trick by the shoulder pulling him away. “Fuck off.” I hiss at him and he quickly stands up and leaves. I turn back to Justin who has a very irritated look on his face.

“I was in the middle of something.” he says. He starts to say more but I I cut him off by pushing my lips up against his. His eyes slide closed and he leans back against the wall. I break the kiss and move my lips down to his neck and the further still, to his chest and stomach. I slowly drop to my knees in front of him, trying very hard to ignore all the looks of shock I am receiving from the people surrounding us. From the way that they are all staring you would think they’d never seen a guy give a blowjob before. Okay so very few people have seen me give one before. Although I am usually willing to reciprocate the oral favors that I receive, I sure as hell don’t do it back here. I continue to suck Justin’s member deep into my mouth until his balls draw up and he shoots into the back of my throat. I swallow his seed before pulling away and licking my lips. I stand and pull him into a breathtaking kiss. I can feel his tongue searching the inside of my mouth, tasting himself. When we finally pull away he leans in close to my ear. “Let’s get out of here.” he whispers quietly. I’m all for that idea. He zips up his pants and we walk out of the backroom together. We pass the rest of the gang on the dance floor and say our goodbyes. Once we’re outside Justin leans against me and wraps his arm around my waste. I walk quietly to the car, waiting for him to bring up my sudden surge of jealousy and am surprise when he doesn’t. He simply gets into the car and waits to be taken home with me. I climb into the car but make no move to start the engine. Justin looks over at me and waits for an explanation. I’m quiet for a minute before turning to him and looking into his eyes.

“I won’t do it in front of you any more.” I say softly. I hope that he won’t make a big deal out of it and I am extremely relieved when all he does is smile.

“Are you going to take me back to your place or not?” he asks with a grin. He raises his eyebrows suggestively. I just smile back at him and start the car.