Not Like All The Others

BRIAN’S POV

As I pull up outside of the club I hear the base from the music floating on the air. I walk into the dimly lit area looking for my entertainment for the night. And also looking to get a certain blonde head and set of blue eyes out of my mind for a little while. It had been two days since my tryst with Justin but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. It was driving me crazy. I’m Brian Kinney for fucks sake. I don’t long for someone after I’ve already had them. But something about this kid makes me feel different. He causes feelings I’ve never had before. I have tried desperately to stop thinking about him and to convince myself that the only reason I haven’t been able to is because the sex was hot as hell. That he is no different then everyone else. And yet there is a nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I know that isn’t true.

Determined to block out the voice and thoughts of him, I grab the nearest faceable guy and drag him towards the clubs back room. I shove him roughly against the wall and force my tongue down his throat. ‘But it’s not him’ the annoying little voice inside of my head says. I shake my head clearing that thought and turn the trick around so he’s facing the wall. I quickly undo my pants and sheath my dick. I slick on some lube and slide in in one fluid motion. I rest my head on the back of his. I close my eyes but I picture Justin so I open them again. The fuck is rough and impersonal, just the way I like it. Or at least the way I usually like it. But instead of feeling satisfied, I’m longing for Justin even more.

I walk out of the club and lean against the side of the building. After a few minutes of heavy debating, I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I sift through until I find Justin’s number. My mind self consciously searches for every logical reason for why in the hell I’m doing this. Because I’ve never been one to pass up getting my needs met, because it’s late he probably wont answer the damn phone anyway, because I’m thousands of miles from home and who’s going to know, because he said he’d be leaving in a couple weeks and so will I and then I’ll be in a different state so it wont be a problem, and of course the most popular, because the sex was really good. I dial the number into my cell phone and push ‘send’. I listen to the ringing on the other end as I try to convince myself that my inability to stay still is from me being bored not nervous. I’m about to hang up when I hear someone pick up the phone.

“Hello.” Justin’s voice says on the other end.

“Hey. It’s Brian. I didn’t wake you did I?” I ask him, hoping for a good reason to go ahead and hang up.

“No. Not at all. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over.” Christ what’s wrong with me? I’m actually nervous about what he’s going to say. “I know it’s late but…”

“I’d love to.” he says before I finish. I catch the smile starting to creep onto my face and wipe it off before it has a chance to settle.

“Okay. Just tell me where you’re at and I’ll pick you up.”

He gives me the address and in a few minutes I’m in the car on my way to go get him, trying my damnedest to ignore the fact that I’m driving faster than I normally do.

DAPHNE’S POV

Justin and I are sitting around in my cousin Becky’s living room and talking about my date tomorrow with a guy who’d given me his phone number earlier in the week when Justin's cell phone rings. He answers the phone and a smile spreads across his face. He stands and walks into the other room signaling me that he‘ll be back in second. I sit quietly and strain to hear his half of the conversation.

“No. Not at all.”
“I’d love to.”

I hear him telling the person on the other line the address then hangs up. He walks back in the living room with a huge smile plastered firmly on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” I ask him, pleased that whoever it was on the phone caused this reaction.

“Do you remember Brian?”

“Yeah. The hottie you hooked up with in the hotel pool.” I answer. How could I forget after all of the dirty details I dug up when you got back.

“That was him. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over there.”

“And you told him that you would right?” I ask, ready to kick his ass if he said ‘no’ because of me, but then realizing it’s unlikely since he gave him the address.

“Yeah. You don’t mind do you?” he inquires, sounding slightly regretful that he didn’t ask me first.

“Are you fucking crazy? I’m the one that told you to go get laid. Remember?”

My answer causes him to laugh. He goes up to his room to change and then we continue our previous conversation until we hear a car pull up at the front of the house. We wait a second and then hear somebody knocking. He gets up to answer it.

“Are you gonna introduce me?” I ask him.

“Do you want me to?”

“Well duh, you said he was gorgeous. Of course I want to meet him.” He chuckles and walks over to answer the door. He steps just outside and talks quietly for a minute before coming back in. Following behind him is the embodiment of the term tall, dark, and handsome.

“You must be Brian.” I state as I rake my eyes over his slender frame. Damn!

“I see I’ve been talked about.” he says, glancing at Justin with a smile. Justin blushes and looks away.

“Only good things. I‘m Daphne.” I tell him.

“It‘s nice to meet you.” he says looking from Justin to me then turning back to Justin again. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Bye, Daph and thanks.”

“No problem.” I say walking over to him to give him a hug. I pull away and then look up at the taller man. “Bye, Brian.”

He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, causing me to break out into a smile as big as Justin’s.

“Bye darling.” he says causing me to blush feverishly. I watch them walk out the door, Justin following behind Brian. A few feet away he turns to me and mouths the words ‘do you approve?’ I nod my head enthusiastically and turn back into the house. I listen to the car pull away as I head to my room to decide what to where on my date tomorrow and can’t help but think that I’d rather be doing what, or should I say who, Justin would be doing tonight.

“Lucky fucker.” I say with a smile. Happy that my friend found someone he likes.

JUSTIN’S POV

We ride back to the hotel room is silence. I can’t believe I’m with him again. I figured after that first night he would forget about me. I wonder if he’s going to want to see each other the whole time we’re here. I hope so. Then I remember that I’ll only be here two more weeks and then I’ll probably never see him again. I sigh and decide there’s nothing I can do about it so I should enjoy it while I can. We get to the hotel and he once again leads me to his room. He opens the door and strolls inside. I follow him in.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks me once I’m inside, holding up a bottle of water he pulls from a small fridge in the room. I shake my head no and he puts it back.

“I didn’t expect you to call me.” I say filling the silence we had been in since he picked me up.

“Why not?”

“I figured you’d probably just forget about me.” I tell him. I hear a slight huff of laughter come from him. “What?”

He looks back over to me, apparently not having meant to do it aloud. “Nothing.”

“You can tell me. I don’t care what it is.” I reassure him. His eyes meet mine, searching for something. He evidently finds whatever it is because he tells me.

“Normally, I probably would have.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Why didn’t you?” I ask timidly, curious but not wanting to push my luck.

“I don’t know.” he says sincerely. I look into his eyes and see a hint of what might be affection. The sight makes me smile.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” I tell him. He smiles too and walks across the room to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him.

“Me too.” he says before leaning down and placing a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. I return the kiss happily, and he slides his tongue into my slightly parted mouth. I suck gently on the proffered tongue. He deepens the kiss and it continues for several minutes until lack of oxygen causes us to part. He tightens his grasp around my waist and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the bed, where we stay for the rest of the night.