Inverted

As soon as I make it home, I race upstairs to my bedroom and slam the door closed, ignoring my mother's slightly slurred "Brian!" After taking a shower, I inspect my wardrobe and quickly come to the realization that I have nothing I to wear to Babylon. I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and reach for my wallet.

I figure there's only an hour or so before most stores close; and the only place I know of that sells clothing worthy of clubbing and is close enough to get to by bus within an hour is that fucking store on Liberty. I can't believe I'm even considering stepping foot in Torso.

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I walk into the store and automatically my eyes are drawn to the hideous pink and tangerine display in the center of the store. Fuck this. Before I'm able to make my escape, the guy from the diner, Emmett, is in front of me.

"If it isn't the blushing brunet from the diner." I'm immediately reminded of Justin's words in the diner and come back with the same reply.

"Fuck you." My response doesn't appear to deter him in the least.

"What can I do for you, sweetie?" He asks with a wide grin. I consider just turning around and leaving, but I remind myself it's either this or miss out on Babylon tonight.

"Um, I'm going to Babylon tonight and I was just looking for something to wear," I explain but I can't help adding, my eyes still focused on the atrocious display, "it doesn't look like you have anything for me here."

"Of course we do." Before I can respond he's running around the store, pulling items off racks. Within minutes he has an armful of clothes and he's shoving me into a changing room.

I look through the clothes he picked out. And, I have to admit, they're not all terrible. I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a blood red sleeveless shirt, they're both a little tighter than what I'm used to wearing, but they look nice. I walk out of the changing room for a second opinion.

"That's perfect." He pauses for a moment. "You know, it's none of my business, but aren't you a bit young for Babylon?"

"You're right; it's none of your business." I walk back into the dressing room to change back into my clothes.

"You wouldn't be trying to earn a certain blonde's attention, would you?" he asks through the door and I guess he takes my silence as an answer. "I thought so." I walk out of the changing room and head to the register to pay for my clothes. I look back at Emmett and the look on his face makes it clear that he has something to say, but he's unsure if he should say it.

"Just spit it out, Emmett."

"Well..." I wait a few seconds for him to finish his statement and look pointedly at my watch, "just be careful tonight." I'm sure that isn't exactly what he was going to say, but I'm surprised by his concern nonetheless.

"There's nothing to worry about, Em. I'm going with a friend of mine; everything should be cool."

"A boyfriend, perhaps?"

"Uh, no, just my friend's older brother," I answer distractedly as I glance at my watch. I told Cynthia I would hangout with her for awhile before I go to Babylon. Her parents are out of town. Fuck, they're always out of town. If only I were so lucky. "Emmett, I've got to go. I'll see you at Babylon tonight, right?"

"Sure, sweetie."

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"You're really going?" she asks skeptically. I nod my head in response. "So, you're going to this place on the off chance that Justin will be there and he'll be like 'hey Brian, you're hott, wanna fuck?' At this point, she begins laughing, "that is so unrealistic Brian." I swear she's such a bitch sometimes.

"Fuck you. You're my friend; you're supposed to be supportive of my every decision, no matter how unrealistic, bitch." She rolls her eyes and returns to discussing the rest of my evening.

"So what's your plan?"

"Plan?"

"Well what are you going to do? Are you just going to go up to him and say 'hi, I'm Brian and I want to have sex' because that won't work." She says the "hi, I'm Brian" part several octaves higher than her normal voice and I'm sure that's an insult but I decide to ignore it for now.

"I don't need a fucking plan, Cyn."

"You want to get laid, don't you?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm just saying," she pauses to pat my knee in mock concern, "you don't want to die a virgin."

"Bitch." She rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know."

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I left my backpack and a change of clothes at Cyn's. If all goes well, she'll bring it to school for me tomorrow. And, if things don't go so well, I'll see her later tonight.

When I arrive at Ben's house I knock on the door only to hear a shouted "Come in. It's open!" I walk in to find Tom running his fingers through his hair, in front of the hallway mirror, in an attempt to get it to lie perfectly. After a few moments he turns toward me.

"So, baby brother told me I'm supposed to be your escort for the evening." He slides next to me and wraps his arm around my waist. I roll my eyes and shove him off.

"Let's just go, Fabio."

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We make it to Babylon and the line is wrapped around the building. I start heading for the end of it, when Tom grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door.

"I don't think so kid."

I'm assuming Tom knows the bouncer because when we get to the door, he barely glances at our membership cards before waving us in. We walk in and...oh my god, I've reached the promise land. The place is huge, and it's packed with men...half-naked men...sweaty half-naked men. And for a moment I'm overwhelmed. I mean, I've been all over Liberty Ave at all times of day and night. But, this is really something else. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel Tom's hand on my elbow, guiding me towards the bar. He orders a couple of beers and hands me one.

"Only take drinks I give you. Don't set your drink down. No drugs. Don't leave with anyone." After giving me the obligatory warnings, he starts getting antsy. He's looking around and I can tell he wants to either dance or find someone to fuck. I start feeling kind of bad for just tagging along. I don't even know what I was expecting from tonight. I'm about to tell Tom that I'm taking a taxi home, when I hear Emmett.

"Baby!" He comes over and gives me a hug.

"It's Brian." I say, pushing him off. I fucking hate pet names.

"I know, sweetie!" I peer around Emmett and am disappointed to only see the brunet from the diner.

"He's not here yet."

"Who?" I ask, feigning ignorance.

"You know who."

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" I totally forgot about Tom. I turn around to introduce him to Emmett.

"Tony this is Emmett. Emmett this is Tom, my friend's older brother." I catch Emmett giving him an interested once-over before pulling him toward the dance floor with a simple, "Dance with me." As they're walking away, the brunet approaches me.

"I'm Alex, we met at the diner this afternoon." He reaches out his hand for me to shake. I stare at it and consider ignoring the guy, but decide that it won't hurt to shake his hand. "So you're interested in Justin?" He asks with a smile. I immediately regret giving him the benefit of doubt.

"No, I'm not interested in him or anyone else for that matter."

"Of course you are" he pauses and his face takes on an expression of concern, "I should warn you Brian; you seem like a nice kid. And, Justin's a great guy; he's my best friend but..." Before he's able to finish the sentence, Justin is standing next to him with an arm draped around his shoulders, looking at me.

"Aren't you a bit young to be here?"

"I just thought I'd check it out," and I automatically berate myself for saying something so lame, but I guess it wasn't too bad because he smiles and nods. He extracts himself from Alex and reaches for my hand. I'm so focused on him touching me that it takes a moment for me to realize he's dragging me to the dance floor. As soon as I understand what's going on I begin to protest. He turns around to face me, silently asking what's wrong. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.

"Um...I can't dance."

"You made the decision to come to a dance club, and you can't dance?" He asks with a half-smile and I know he's joking.

"Fuck off, there's more to do than dance."

"Well, drinking and fucking. Both of which, you're too young for."

"Actually," I say stepping a little closer to him, "the age of consent in Pennsylvania is seventeen."

"Is it really?" He exclaims in mock surprise, earning an eye roll from me. "Well, Brian, since you're at a dance club, you might as well dance." He continues pulling me toward the dance floor and I just now realize that my hand was still in his during our exchange.

When we make it to the center of the dance floor, Justin moves his hands to my hips, and for a moment I don't know what to do with my hands. But I eventually decide to rest my arms on his shoulders. We kind of sway to the beat, him guiding my hips with his hands.

I can't believe I'm here, dancing with the guy that I dreamt about all last night. Fuck, I can't believe it's only been one night. I feel like I've been dreaming about him forever. I'm yanked out of my thoughts when he pulls our hips closer together and reaches up the slightest bit to whisper in my ear.

"Since you are legal and all, you wanna come back to my place?" His groin now grinding against mine keeps me from understanding his question right away. But, once I do, I don't hesitate to stutter a "su…sure." We stop moving and he leads me toward the bar so he can say goodbye to Alex. I keep back, giving them a little space, and as I'm waiting a guy with dark hair approaches me. He's obviously a little drunk.

"You wanna suck me off?" Yeah fucking right.

"Fuck off."

"Yeah, I saw you with Justin. You better watch out, kid. He fucks a different guy every night. No repeats. He'll fuck you tonight and kick you out tomorrow. He's a fucking asshole." That's really not what I want to hear right now. And, for a second I try to convince myself that the guy is mistaken. But, I think back to earlier today and realize this must be what Emmett wanted to warn me about and Alex tried to warn me about. I guess it's not terribly surprising. I mean, I know about tricking. I'm not completely ignorant. And, I assumed Justin tricked; he's too good-looking not to. But, the whole no repeats and he's an asshole thing is kind of bothering me.

Before I know it, Justin's at my side and we're walking out of Babylon to his car. He unlocks and opens the passenger side door and I slide into the soft leather seats. When he gets in, he reaches over me, putting his lips centimeters from mine. I'm seconds away from just begging him to kiss me when he leans in and presses his lips to mine sliding his tongue into my mouth. This is my first real kiss. We're kissing for a few minutes, when he pulls away and I hear a click. I look down to find that he's buckled my seatbelt for me. And for some reason, it makes me smile. I just can't reconcile this Justin with the one everyone's warning me about. But it must be true, even his best friends tried to caution me.

We drive to his place in relative silence, techno music softly playing on the radio. For what seems like the hundredth time tonight, I reconsider my motives, why I'm doing this. I like Justin. Besides being beautiful, he's talented and intelligent. I want to lose my virginity and he's the obvious choice. I mean, I've never really been attracted to someone before. Sure, some guys are hot but they're all either too stupid, or pathetic, or boring, or...well, the list just goes on. I want Justin and if it's only for one night, which I can admit I don't want it to be, than I'll just make the most of it.

My door opens and I nearly jump out of my seat. Justin smiles at me. We must have gotten here while I was lost in my thoughts.

"Are you coming?" I nod.

"Yeah." I unbuckle my seatbelt and he takes my hand, pulling me out of the car. We walk into his building and ride what appears to be a freight elevator to the top floor. He opens the apartment door and walks in. I'm right behind him, but I pause in the doorway, deciding if I should continue. This is the point of no return. I step forward and close the door behind me. His apartment is actually a loft. The kitchen, dining area, and living area are in the main room. To the left are a couple of doors which, I assume, lead to other rooms. The furniture is very modern but looks comfortable. It's a huge place but surprisingly it still feels warm and inviting. Justin takes off his watch and removes his wallet from his back pocket, setting them both on the kitchen counter before tuning around to face me.

"Come here." I take a few steps and stop a couple of feet in front of him. He looks disapprovingly at the space between us, shaking his head. "No, com'ere." His hand reaches for the material covering my chest and he softly tugs on the shirt, effectively pulling me against him. His hand slides down my torso until it settles on my hip, joining his other hand.

With both hands on my hips, he leans in to kiss me and I'm eager to respond. It's sensual and deep and all-consuming. Nothing else exists…until I feel his cool fingertips sliding against my warm skin. His hands have found their way under my shirt and they slowly travel upward until I'm forced to raise my arms so he can pull it off. As soon as it's over my head and on the floor, I resume where we left off. When I pull away to catch my breath, his lips kiss across my jaw line and down my neck, pausing at a spot right above my collarbone to suck and kiss and lick.

After a few moments, I hear him mumble unintelligibly against my skin before he takes my hand and pulls me through a door into his bedroom. Justin stops to undress and I am transfixed. It's kind of like Christmas. Slowly pieces of pale skin are unveiled until he's standing there completely naked. He bends down to take off my shoes, which I had completely forgotten about. When he stands up he gently pushes my shoulders toward the bed until I'm flat on my back. His hands move to unfasten my jeans and he slides them off. He straddles my thighs and when I look up, I'm facing a god. He's surrounded by a soft white glow, giving him an otherworldly appearance. I blink a few times before I realize it's from the moon illuminating the room through an entirely glass ceiling. All thoughts leave my mind when he kisses me and softly strokes my cock. I've had hand jobs, well one hand job before. But, it didn't feel nearly this good. Within seconds I'm cumming in his hand.

As I catch my breath, I feel Justin run a wet finger across my lips and follow it with a kiss, and I begin getting hard again with the taste of my own cum on our lips. He places kisses down my body, his fingers occasionally rolling my nipples and eliciting gasps, until he reaches my cock.

He swirls his tongue around the head and in one swift motion swallows me whole, causing me to make a sound that suspiciously resembles a whimper. My fingers automatically tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Minutes later, he pulls off and I can't help but moan in protest. He lifts my hips for better access and moves lower until his lips are on my asshole. Fuck, I can't believe he's giving me a rim job. He teases me for a few moments, licking and kissing around it, before pushing his tongue inside me.

He fucks me with his tongue and I can't resist thrusting my hips toward him in an attempt to get more. I hear the click of a container opening and I unintentionally tense.

"Relax," he whispers and rubs my hip soothingly. "You haven't done this before." And, he says is more as a statement than a question but I answer anyway.

"No." He moves up to kiss me and for a moment I'm distracted from thoughts of what's about to happen.

"Relax." He whispers against my lips and I feel slippery fingers circle my hole. He slips a digit in, moving it in and out slowly. After a few moments he adds another finger. And, it feels good, really good. I begin pushing down against his fingers and he adds another. I'm practically riding his fingers when he pulls his hand away.

"Fuck, don't stop." I pant.

"Not stopping, just moving things along." He moves up to kneel between my spread legs and for the first time I notice how hard he is. He pulls a condom from the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed and rips it open with his teeth before handing me the disc.

"Put it on me." I slide it onto his dick and he lifts my legs to place on his shoulders. He lines up his cock with my entrance and pushes in.

Fuck, it hurts.

"It'll get better." Slowly I relax and the pain dissipates a bit. I push back towards him to let him know I'm ready. He goes slowly at first, but as I get more comfortable his thrusts become faster and harder. When we cum, he buries his face in my neck and I hear him mumble against my skin.

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I wake up and for a moment I'm disoriented, until I remember what transpired last night. My head is resting on Justin's chest, my arm thrown over his waist, and my leg draped over his. I must have gravitated towards him during the night. I try to extract myself from his body without waking him, but I'm unsuccessful and his eyes open to focus on mine. I can feel my face redden from the embarrassment of being nearly on top of him.

"Good morning." He looks a little confused before he finally responds.

"G'morning. Do you need a ride home or something?" I'm kind of disappointed that he's already trying to get rid of me, but I look over his shoulder at the alarm clock.

"Actually, you could...uh...drop me off at school."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Okay...um, could I take a shower first?"

"Yeah, go ahead." I climb out of bed and walk very slowly to the bathroom. When I enter the shower, I adjust the water temperature to nearly scalding. The hot water feels so good on my sore muscles. And as I wash myself, I think back to last night. It was so perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better first time, or a better lover. I know this was a one time thing, but Justin is so fucking amazing. But, I can't let myself get attached. It's not like Justin would even want someone like me. And, like the guy said, he doesn't fuck anyone twice. So, this is it.

When I walk out of the bathroom the bedroom is empty but my clothes from last night are lying on the bed. I get dressed and step out to the main room to see Justin sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping what looks to be coffee.

"You want some?" he asks nodding towards the pot.

"No, I'm good. I should actually get going. I don't want to be late."

"Oh sure. Do you need to pick up your books or change or anything?"

"No, it's alright. My friend has my stuff at school for me."

We drive to my school in relative silence.

"Um, I'll see you around Brian."

"Yeah, sure." I step out and Justin pulls away. When I look up, I see Ben running towards me frantically.