Captivated

Title: Captivated

By: Phoenix Ghost

Rating: Adults Only

Category: Fanfiction

Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Other Male Character(s), Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, Other female Character, Jennifer Taylor, Craig Taylor, Molly Taylor, The Chanders, Chris Hobbs

Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst

Warnings: AU, some graphic violence, and at times OOC, with very graphic sexual descriptions

Summary: One rainy night things change when Brian tries something, a little bit different.



Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) ShowTime, and others. This author or this website has intended no Copyright infringement. This story has been invented for entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author, and not by any independent body.



A/N In real life, I'm a professional phone sex operator. In the several years I've been doing it, I have met a few 'clients' I really wouldn't of minded get to know for real. But, in this

world we live in, that would not only be very dangerous, that would not be very wise.

However; for the sake of our story, well, *snickers* just read it and find out!



Beta by Mary



*Song references: 'Talk Dirty To Me' By, POISON

'Go All The Way' By, The Raspberries & The Baby's

'Baby Blue' By, Badfinger

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CHAPTER TWO



Late one stormy Friday night in early August inside Liberty Ave. in Pittsburgh, PA 1998



The cannonade crescendo of spiked splinters of pearly lightning crashed, and the cacophonous thunder rumbled as turbulent rains fell, splashing hard against the windows of the yellow cab, drenching the vehicle as the skies let loose in a continual steady downpour.



"HEY! ASSHOLE! WATCH OUT WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER! WHERE IN THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT LICENCE, CAUSE THE WAY YOU DRIVE, THE DMV MUSTA BEEN CLOSED THAT DAY, SO YOU DECIDED TO DRAW YOURSELF ONE, HUH?"



The sudden sounds of screeching wet tires on asphalt coupled with some shouted and sharp swear words accompanied by a rush of cool wet air wakes Justin Taylor from his comfortable slumber in the backseat.



Alternating between glancing over in the rear view mirror at his precious cargo and then watching the wet road, zipping his window back up the large cabby asks, "Hey kid, you hungry? Cause I know this little diner on Liberty Avenue that makes a mean double bacon cheeseburger, homemade onion rings, and the best super-thick chocolate shakes! The waitress that works there is a good friend of mine, and, ah, I know it ain't my business or nuthin' but, she also helps kids like you."



'Kids like you...' the words bounced around in his brain and unleashed the fury at the horror of what he'd just escaped from.



"KIDS LIKE ME?!" He spat. Leaning up to the Plexiglas he hotly demanded, "JUST what in the HELL did ya mean by that mister!"



Tapping a small finger hard against the thick plastic shield all but growling he sneered, "Look YOU don't even know me, YOU have NO idea what I've just been through earlier tonight, so don't YOU sit up there and act like YOU do!"



Drama queen moment over, Justin crossed his arms and threw himself backwards in a huff, his head hitting the leather seat bounced. Wincing, the action made him pout.



Telling himself he would NOT cry in front of this large strange man, this stranger. Biting down hard on his full bottom lip to hold back the tears, he sighed heavily as the tears won anyway spilling over his reddened cheeks.



Brutis Curtis had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep from laughing.



This little kid reminded him of someone. Add a few inches to his height, skim off a few pounds, take away the fancy Gucci luggage, and obvious new clothes and J. Taylor could of been Brutis years ago.



Just as outspoken, and just as scared.



He didn't take what the boy had said personally. And he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight; knowing the kid would soon be out there on the rainy and dangerous streets, alone.



Telling himself, 'not on MY watch', he reached down and grabbing the hand held instrument that connected him with his job said, " Riddler to Batcave come back?"



He'd quickly decided, since the kid had been his last spick up of the evening, he'd take the boy to someone whom he knew could and would help.



"10-4 Riddler, Batcave here, come back?"



"Yeah, Alfred, I'm gonna cut out early, drop by the Joker's, and grab some grub. Ya need anything? Come back?"



Back at base a large grin covers the red headed man's pixie face.



"Ahhh we won't go there right now good buddy."



Clearing his throat, and adjusting his now-too-tight jeans, the red head casually asks, "So, ya got a 'ground zero' then?"



"That's a big 10-4" Brutis sharply replied, glancing yet again at the back seat via his rearview mirror.



The boy was still pouting, and trying to wipe away his tears with his sleeve. He also looked to be in need of a tissue or two.



Sitting down the microphone for a moment, he grabbed one of the small boxes of tissues he kept in his cab for such reasons.



So many years, so many tears.



Some stories had ended up happy and some sad. Well, tonight, J. Taylor was gonna have a happy ending if he could help it.



Wordlessly, he reached over his head and over the top of the Plexiglas partition and shoved the small blue tissue box through it, while gripping his steering wheel carefully.



Picking back up his mike, and turning up the sound so as to give the boy some privacy, he snickered as he heard Alfred's reply.



"Hmm, well, give the Joker a big hug and kiss for me, and bring me home some of those tasty lemon bars, ya big stud. You copy? Over."



"Ya, I copy Alfred. Riddler, over and out."



Snickering, Brutis set the mike back into it's metal slot, turned down the noise of the c.b. machine, and rolled his eyes at his silly roommate and best friend Fred.



'Ground zero' was what he and Fred had dubbed the street kids, the many runaways they had helped over the years.



They had attended the same High School, and had shared a love for all things Batman.



When Fred's dad had passed away leaving him with the cab business, Fred had offered Brutis a job as a driver.



Since they'd been roommates in College, deciding to stay that way, they had been roommates since.



Yeah, he'd take the scared and sad looking little boy in his back seat to the only person he knew could and would help.



With a heart the size of Texas and a mouth to match, that same someone who had long ago helped a skinny half-starved frightened fourteen almost fifteen year old runaway orphan from Durham Kansas who had been down on his luck the night he'd stumbled into her diner.



By giving him a roof over his head with three squares and a job, she'd made him get back into school and turn his life around, and had helped shape him to become the man he was today.



She had let him stay with her and her family, and she'd treated him like a son, even though she already had one. Well, two sorta.



She had also insisted that same night for him to get right to work as her new busboy.



She then had bellowed out, MICHAEL, BRIAN, GET YOU'RE LITTLE BUBBLE BUTT'S OUT HERE AND MEET NKC THE NEW KID, AND OUR NEWEST BUSBOY!"



He'd been a cute little twink back then, with long flowing dark chestnut hair and a tall slender body.



She'd giggled and told him she "never forgot a face, but with an ass like that!" She'd declared, popping him on his little round bubble butt with a pink dish towel as she was snapping her gum loudly she'd added, "that made him NKC" (Nat King Cole,) a.k.a., 'unforgettable.'



Brutis had blushed brightly as the patrons had leered and cheered, and his nickname was born.



That Monday, she'd gone to Allegheny High School the same High School Mikey and Brian went to, and she'd helped him to enroll



Although there had been alot of red tape, she was like a red tornado, ripping right through it and casualties are dammed! It didn't take Brutis long to figure out, no one messed with her.



He spent the next few years learning what it really meant to be happy, to be a part of a real family, even if none of their blood ran through his veins.



On their senior graduation day from Allegheny, no mother could have been prouder as she had been as she'd bubbled to anyone listening, "That's MY boys up there, yes indeed!"



"My Michael, My Brian, and My Brutis! My Alfred!"

"I did that!"

"I raised those boys!"

"JUST LOOK AT THEM! THEY'RE FUCKIN' gorgeous!"

"FUCKIN' ALL GROWN UP!"



"HI BABIES!" She'd shouted, despite the obvious dirty stares and hate-filled glares had waved wildly, bouncing up and down in a very tight bright red pants suit.



They all three had looked at each other and blushed brightly, then had cracked up on the stage.



Tongue in cheek Brian Kinney had stated dryly, "Well boys, we're officially graduates. I think we've made our mother Novotny very proud, wouldn't you say so?"



Watching her still bouncing form, Michael Novotny and Brutis Curtis had giggled loudly deadpanning, "Hmm, ya think?"



Ignoring the dark stares from their now former classmates, and the darker glares from the now former faculty, after coaxing and motioning for Alfred, who was very shy, to join them.



Wrapping their arms around each other and putting their foreheads together, all four graduates tilted their heads back.



Shouting up to the sky, they'd tossed their tasseled graduation hats, screaming, "WE DID IT! YES WE DID!"



His cab gig paid on the College loan for the classes he'd taken to become a High School Science teacher.



And, now he was! At Allegheny!



He'd been very excited the day he'd gotten the news, and she had been the first person he'd thought of to share it with.



Then he'd called Alfred and Michael and then Brian to tell them too, as well as the new friends he'd met through Michael and Brian, named Ted Schmidt and Emmett Honeycutt.



They had suggested drinks and pool at Woody's and then some dancing and partying at Babylon.



Well, actually, Mikey and Ted had suggested Woody's and Brian and Emmett had wanted Babylon.



Alfred, not one to make waves, said it didn't matter to him. So just like he'd always done which seemed like forever, Brutis had settled the ruffled feathers of all four-drama queens by suggesting a compromise, doing both.



Now, with Ted and Emmett along, the party was complete.



And that night, before they went to Woody's their favorite bar on Liberty Avenue, they'd stopped by the diner to eat.



She had surprised all four of them with a small surprise party that she and Emmett had put together for them. She had been SO proud of them too.



Announcing loudly to the entire diner that one of HER son's was now a teacher! That she now had an Assistant Manager, (Mikey of the BIG Q.) and an Advertising genius, (Brian of Ryder) and now a fuckin' teacher in the family! (Brutis) As well as a Business owner, (Alfred)



This School year, he, Brutis Curtis, was going to be teaching his first class for the tenth grade at the High School down the street from where he and Alfred now lived.



The very same one he'd attended with Alfred and Mikey and Brian years ago. Life was good.



Hearing the boy's little sniffles, he now feels bad.



'Must have pushed the little guy too hard.' he thought, remember too well his own fragile feelings as a kid.



"Look, kid," He tried to say, but the boy interrupted him.



"My name is Justin." He softly said.



Trying to keep the smile off of his face, as he felt he'd made some headway with the boy, he said, "Okay, Justin, ah, I'm Brutis. Listen, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or try to pry, I was just trying to help, okay?"



Justin blew his nose again, then not spotting a trash bag anywhere, crinkled up the light blue tissue, stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie.



Brutis had said it so hopefully Justin fought the grin that was building at the thought of the large bald man on his knees with his hands folded in front of him, begging Justin for forgiveness.



And when his stomach growled, both of them laughed as Brutis snickered and said, "Ah, I'll take that as a yes then to the burger? My treat of course." he added with a big white grin into the rearview mirror.



The large man's toothy smile was contagious. And it actually made him quite handsome too.



"Okay, um, sure." Justin said, feeling himself smiling despite the perilous weather and the scary unknown future that now loomed ahead of him like a gaping black hole.



"We're here Justin." Brutis announced as he parked his cab in the diner's almost empty parking lot. There were only two other vehicles.



Turning off the ignition switch and pocketing his keys, Brutis said, "If she can't take you in for the night Justin, which is highly doubtful," He snorted, knowing full well that she would. "I know of some places that will." He added.



Figuring out his meaning, Justin quickly replies, "Oh, I have some money. My mom gave me some for a nice room tonight. And, I really don't know about staying with this lady friend of yours, I mean she is a stranger and all."



Wiping his small right hand across the condensation as he's looking out of the rainy window, Justin noticed there wasn't many customers inside the place.



Biting on the thumbnail of his left hand he observed, "They don't look very busy do they?" He said in a small voice.



Looking over at what Justin was seeing, spotting his family inside, Brutis smiled at Justin in the rear view mirror and replied, "No, perhaps not, but the ones inside will do. You can leave your bags in the cab, no one will bother them, okay?"



The large man said as he was opening his door, then shutting it quickly. Reaching down he opened Justin's door.



Justin got out just in time before the wind blew it shut.



Motioning for the boy to follow him, quickly they ran for the safety of the small brightly-lit restaurant.



"NKC!" Squealed a very loud and very happy female voice, after the two had barely walked inside.



Wiping the raindrops out of his eyes with both of his small hands, Justin halted at the site before him.



"WELL, WELL, look what the cat dragged in! Hmm, or should I say duck? What with the weather we're having and all." A tall slender young man with light brown hair sitting in a booth said airily, waving his slim hands about as if to emphasize the obvious.



" Another one of your 'lost boys' Riddler? " Drawled another tall young man in a sarcastic voice dryly as he lazily made air quotes with his long slender fingers.



"Well, if he was lost, I'm sure you'd find him." Quips another man who looks a little bit older and than the other three sitting in the booth along side of him. "After all, we all know you'd never pass up a free meal, right?"



The others in the diner tittered lightly, and even Brutis couldn't keep his full lips from twitching.



Shaking his stylish head ruefully at the smaller dark haired man, the Adonis looking man snares back, "Sorry to disappoint Theobore, chicken might be your thing, you know, since you're getting along in age and all. And having someone around that's younger than you could make you feel, oh, I dunno, human?"



Nastily he added in a soft sugary tone laced with acid, "After all, for you? Having someone, well, anyone is a step up from zero which no matter how hard you try, you'll always begin and end at. By the way, FYI? I prefer cock. A nice, BIG, HARD, JUICY, C. O. C. K."



Sharply sounding out the 'C and then the 'K he stared straight at the boy as if they were the only ones in the room. In the State. In the World, hell in the Universe.



Looking him up slowly and then just as slowly down, his intense hazel-green gaze seemed to fluster the wet young boy standing there squirming slightly.



Getting the result he'd wanted, he snickered and said dismissingly, "NOT cocklett."



"BRIAN! Be nice!" Barked two identical voices. Only one was male, and the other one female.



Justin looked up worriedly at the large wet man, who, instead of glaring, like everyone else in the room, was grinning like a big buffoon at the most gorgeous man, who was now shooting them both a beautiful white toothy grin.



Even with his tiny imperfection of a small crooked tooth, which on some people would look bad, but on this man, this Brian, it gave him a shy, sweet, and sensual allure, and it made him look so fucking cute!



Justin thought he was the hottest thing he'd ever set his eyes on.



As, his face in full bloom, unashamedly he stared right back at the enigma seated in front of him.



Licking his lips to keep from drooling down his chin, Justin felt like he was slowly being pulled into a swirling vortex by the man's sparkling Smokey-honey-hazel-green eyes.



Seeing the effects of a close encounter of the Brian Kinney aka sex on legs kind had on his younger charge, Brutis sighed loudly.



Taking pity on the boy, he gently began pulling him away from Brian's hypnotic snare.



Lightly he began guiding Justin by his slim shoulders over to a booth seat.



Feeling the tremors coursing through his slender body, Justin, who was now walking a bit stiffly ducked his head as he followed the larger man to the booth.



Blushing even brighter as the large man scooted into the seat across from him, and smiled at him, telling the embarrassed boy softly, "Don't worry kid, he has that effect on just about everyone, even lesbians!"



"Ain't THAT the fuckin' truth!" Snarled a pretty older red headed woman smacking the sensually provocative good-looking man upside his pretty chestnut head lightly.



Fondly rubbing the spot, then bending over to kiss it, she added, "Asshole”…. Rolling her eyes she snapped her gum sharply.



Smirking up at her just as fondly, his honey-dipped hazel-green eyes dancing with mischief as he's holding his small white coffee cup in mid sip, he deadpans, "Yeah? True, but? I'm your asshole ma."



Winking over at his prey, he snickered, "Poor Teddy, on second thought, even this boy would be too good for the likes of you." He indicated with a head toss toward the boy behind him.



Turning around in his seat, he openly eyed the nervous boy as he drawled sexily. Taking a long sip of his cup, then licking his full lips sensually, pouted slightly before adding thoughtfully, "But, with the right tailor, and a few more years added to him, he'd be perfect for me." He purred.



Slowly winking at the wide-eyed red-faced boy, he then turned back around and giving Ted a level hard stare he snarked, "But again, for twats like you, thank God, there is always phone sex."



"BRIAN!" Shouted everyone.



This time, even Justin had to agree.



This man was intense!



Rude, arrogant, and fuckin hot as hell.



This guy said what he wanted to, what he felt, and for Justin it was the most welcoming thing he'd ever experienced in all of his young life.



Emmett Honeycutt narrowed his eyes at his friend, as he gently patted at the arm of his best friend, Theodore Schmidt.



While Teddy might be three years older than the other three, he was by no means as ancient

as Brian Kinney constantly made him to feel he was.



Being the 'baby' of the group, as he was three years younger than Brian and Michael and Brutis and Alfred, he and the older man Ted had hit it off fabulously from the moment they'd met.



Emmett had just arrived from Hazelhurst Mississippi.



Sad, scared and broke, he'd departed from the Greyhound bus that had taken him to his future.

Pittsburgh...A world away from the dirty stares, the hatefilled glares.



In the end, it had been the refusal of the church congregation he'd grown up in, had learned to sing and dance praise his Lord in, refusing his admittance to attend their services.



And all because he had finally found the courage to come out...To admit what everyone had suspected. That he Emmett Honeycutt was gay.



So that fact, added to being cussed at, spit upon, and beaten up several times, had made up his mind to get out while he still could. So, after graduation from High School he made up his mind

to leave while he was able. To live, while he was still alive.



And, as he'd sat there on that cold hard bench his mind a whirl, his heart in torment, for he missed his family very much.



His growling tummy had reminded him he was homeless, hungry and, in a word, a little boy lost.



Pulling his dark threadbare long coat more firmly around his thin body Emmett gave in to the tears he'd not shed the entire trip as that big bus took him mile by mile away from all he had ever known.



And, at that point, in his lowest moment in time. A fancy car had pulled up, a window had zipped down, and one of the most friendliest voices, belonging to the most beautiful man with the most soulful chocolate-brown brown eyes Emmett had ever seen in his young life had quipped,

"So, you're new in town huh? Need a lift? I'm Theodore Schmidt by the way, but, my friends call me Ted."



And, when Emmett burst into loud heart pulling sobs, the young man had shoved his gearshift into park, and had quickly gotten out of his car, squatting in front of him saying, "Hey, shh... Hey, buddy, it's okay, shh, nothing's always as bad as it seems. And you can call me anything you want too if calling me Ted is gonna make you squirt waterworks!"



And Emmett, who had missed the last person who, had touched his spirit like this man.



That person had loved him and had given him the values and manners that made him into who he was, and he in this man that same ocean of unconditional love.



Even though Ted was a virtual stranger to him, Emmett had felt an immediate pull, like a 'soul tug' and he just...knew.



Keening, he had pitched forward wrapping his skinny arms around Ted, and had let go until now, an untapped vault of pain.



Time stood still as two souls rejoiced at being reunited.



"Em? Em honey?" Ted Schmidt said, unknowingly knocking him out of the past, and bringing him back to the present. A troubled little frown etched his sweet face, as he wondered not for the first time why Brian Kinney was so fucking mean...



Shaking the trembling slender shoulder of his very best friend, Ted slowly turned him toward him, looking searchingly into his beautiful sky-blue eyes.



Seeing the tiny tears forming on his long dark spiky lashes, Ted is concerned.



But, not clueless as to what had brought the sadness to his friend Em.



Brian Kinney.



Brian. Fucking. Kinney.



Mr. no excuses, no apologies, no regrets, blah, blah, the fucking King of Liberty Avenue, yada yada.



He'll just say whatever he wants to, to whomever he wants to, however he wants to, and then chuckle at their weakness, after he brings them tumbling to their knees.



At that thought, Ted's face blooms bright red.



Theodore Schmidt was no dummy, nor was he immune to the other man's ample charms.

Brian Aidan Kinney oozed raw sensual charisma, as easily as other men sweated. Just as natural, and just as provoking.



With his angelic looks, and devilish Irish ways Brian Kinney could have anyone, at anytime, anywhere.



The egotistical fuck...Phone sex indeed… Even HE, Theodore Schmidt, wasn't that. Damn. Fucking... desperate. OR Was he?



Handing Emmett a soft lavender tissue from the small pastel box in his long coat pocket he sends his nemesis sitting smugly across from him a dark glare from his blushing face.



Brian returned it with a sardonic lift of one shapely dark brow. 'Yeah, as if Theodore you putz, dream the fuck on buddy...No crash landing for YOU in Kinney Fantasy Island bub...'



Ignoring the age-old feud playing out at the full booth, Debbie Novotny watched the easy way her Brutis was with the boy.



The 'new kid' in their little fucked up family circus.



Because one look at the way the large man was acting toward the kid, reaching across the table patting at his small shaking hands sitting on top of the table top.



Even going as far as sitting away from the others, especially Brian, she'd noted, as if to shield him temporarily from the questions he knew they'd soon have to ask or bust from curiosity.



Shaking her red head in wonder at the size of his heart, hers all but busted with love and pride for this man.



She was so fuckin' proud of both Brutis and Alfred in their fight to help the homeless boys and girls find a light in their dark, and make it mean something.



Grinning down at them both, she plopped two ice waters, and slapped down two menus

.

Still standing there, she waited a couple of minutes, snapping her gum, and tapping her rainbow feather pen against her white order pad.



The boy looked up at her, taking in her wacky yet colorful appearance.



The rows of crude and suggestive sexual slogans buttons running up and down both sides of her bright red vest evenly, to the even more appalling black tee shirt underneath it asking, "GOT DICK?"



Smirking, Justin tried to imagine his own mother, so WASPY, and so prim and proper wearing such a garish, outlandish ensemble, and shuddered at that image.



Then glancing back down at the colorful menu with funny names like 'pink plate special' he wrinkled up his nose after sneaking another peek her way, and lifted one blonde brow before whispering loudly to his large companion, "WHAT A FREAK!" He exclaimed sarcastically.



Moments later, Justin wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole as Brutis stood up, then

after grabbing the giggling red headed woman into a big bear hug, he planted a sloppy kiss on her grinning sweet face.



Chirping brightly, he announced, " J. Taylor, meet, the Joker. Also known as Debbie Novotny..."





The same person who Brutis and Alfred had been talking about earlier on the c.b.



The Joker...



Bright red hair...check.



Happy laugh...check.



Big wide grin...check.



Shit...



Time ticked on, seeming to drag and then pull like taffy, as the truth hit Justin square in his small chest.

This was the person who was supposed to help a 'boy' like him?



The rest of the room was so quiet, if one had walked across the polished floors, you could of heard a mouse fart, as Justin babble squeaked, "Brutis recommended the double bacon cheeseburger, onion rings and thick chocolate shake. And Alfred speaks highly of your lemon bars. I'll have that please?"



Another long silence ensued, as outside the rains continued to fall.



Sitting back down in his booth seat, Brutis stretched out his long lean Jean clad legs, and tossing the woman he considered the closest he'd ever have as a mother a deep dimpled grin as he cheekily said, "Hmm, sounds good ma, I'll have the same."



The raging storm outside could not rival the thunderous laughter inside.