BRIAN

Brian found himself in the back room on a Saturday night again, still not quite believing that him and Justin were broken up, probably for good this time, since he refused to become a Stepford fag. Hell no.

 

He checked out the other men in the dim blue light, scouring unfamiliar faces and bodies. He had pushed two guys away already. Was he really getting bored with it? With the guys who knelt to service him? Being a top was what he was (in public) but sometimes it was tedious having anyone do anything you wanted them to, no challenge. No one was his equal except Justin, and Justin was out there somewhere looking for his equal.

 

Brandon walked in, languid steps, sensuous eyes roaming the room. He looked at Brian and gave an almost imperceptible nod as he rested his back against the wall. A dark haired twink pressed against him and kissed him hungrily.

 

“Hey.” A thin guy with dyed black hair and pale skin touched Brian’s stomach.

 

Brian ran his eyes over the guy’s shirtless torso and put his hand on the back of his head, pushing him to his knees.

 

Brandon and Brian watched each other get off, almost making it a contest of who could watch the other the longest while getting their dicks sucked. Both had an amused little smirk on their lips, knowing what was going on, recognizing they were alike.

 

“It’s good you let me back in your club. The backroom has the hottest guys.” Brandon came up behind Brian later that night as he had a drink at the bar. “I don’t suppose there’s much point offering to buy the owner a drink?”

 

Brian gestured to the bartender. “His next drink’s on me.”

 

“Thanks.” Brandon said.

 

Brian nodded and walked away. He had seen a familiar head of hair across the room.

 

“Hey, how’s it going?”

 

“Hi.” Justin gave him a tight smile. “I’m here with Emmett and Joe and Blake.”

 

Brian raised an eyebrow at Emmett nearby. “Are you having a good night?”

 

“Yeah it’s okay.” Justin sipped his cocktail. “Emmett bought me a Cosmo. Ugh.”

 

“You love those fruity drinks.”

 

“I prefer a Marguerita.”

 

Brian snorted. “Always the expensive cocktails.”

 

“Don’t I know it.” Justin laughed. “I saw you and Brandon in the back room.”

 

God, Brian hadn’t wanted Justin to see that. They weren’t together but still… “It was nothing.”

 

“I thought it was all over with the bet.”

 

“It is.”

 

“Doesn’t look like it. That stupid bet. You guys are obviously too much alike. You should just fuck each other and get it over with.”

 

“No thanks.”

 

“I don’t see why not. You still obviously need to prove something.”

 

“I wouldn’t need to prove anything if you hadn’t left again.” He meant it to sound like a statement, but just saying it his voice had an edge to it and it came out snide.

 

Justin’s nostrils flared. “And that’s why I left.” He turned his back and returned to Emmett’s side.

 

That didn’t even make any sense. He hadn’t wanted things to get nasty between them. He loved Justin more than anything – he just couldn’t say it, but he was working on it. He tried to say it when he was alone in the loft. It was more difficult than ever. He was determined to one day say it to Justin, and then keep saying it often so that it just flowed off his tongue.

 

He spotted Brandon dancing by himself. He walked over to him and whispered a proposition in his ear.

 

Brandon followed him. Out of the club, along the street, silently walking beside him. “Where are we going, Brian?”

 

“Your apartment. Do we need to hail a cab?”

 

“No. It’s about three blocks away.”

 

Brian lit a cigarette as he walked. Sometimes you had to do things you didn’t usually do. Throw caution to the wind. Especially when you were bored and lonely and missing your soul mate.

 

Brandon’s apartment was tastefully decorated and in a modern apartment block. Not as tasteful as Brian’s loft of course but not too shabby.

 

“Want a drink?” Brandon asked him.

 

“No.” Brian shook his head.

 

“So…we’re here to fuck, I take it? How will that work? We’re both tops.”

 

Brian gave him a blank stare. “Yeah – we’ll both get to top.”

 

Brandon frowned, processing that. “And bottom?”

 

“Yeah. Obviously. Unless you’ve got a problem with that.” Brian put out his cigarette in an ashtray. “It stays between us.”

 

Brandon nodded and bent down, taking off his shoes. “Okay. Deal. Who’s first?”

 

Brian smirked at him. “Me.” He was in charge, always.

….

 

Brandon’s bedroom held only a bed – a large, wrought iron bed with dark red sheets and pillows. He had one nightstand with drawers, and a lamp on top.

 

Brian pulled him closer by his belt loop on his jeans. He was hard already. Being beside a bed with the smell of another man and the promise of sex did that to him. The game of slowly getting to the sex was his favorite part with a stranger, not knowing exactly what was going to happen.

 

He was certain Brandon would be a good fuck at least. Brandon didn’t get his reputation by being a dud, he hoped.

 

Brandon’s mouth opened against Brian’s lips and he welcomed the first kiss since...Since before Justin had packed his bags.

 

 Brandon pressed his hips against Brian, grinding into him.

 

He smelled good. Clean but with a faint waft of sweat from dancing and cologne or shampoo lingering on him. Brian liked to close his eyes and let his nose and mouth take over, telling him about the man he was about to fuck.

 

Brandon’s tongue snaked into Brian’s mouth first, wanting to dominate him. Brian was usually the one taking charge with the kissing. He opened his mouth against Brandon. It wasn’t often he was with someone who was predominantly a top and he was going to throw himself into it. No one would know so he didn’t have to worry about his stupid ‘reputation’ that he stupidly upheld.

 

His hands smoothed over Brandon’s chest and stomach, warm and slick and tanned. His body was spectacular. Brian was thankful it was nothing like Justin’s - he wanted no reminders to make him depressed.

 

A line of hair led into his low-riding jeans. Brian touched his finger to it and unzipped the jeans, still kissing Brandon hard.

 

His hand gripped the hard cock and Brandon’s guttural moan was a further turn on. He inhaled the masculine scent and loved it. There was nothing like getting a guy’s cock out and smelling the aroma of what made him a man. Not everyone smelled good but Brandon did.

 

Brian moved his mouth to Brandon’s ear. “On your stomach.”

 

Brandon stepped back from him, taking his jeans off and pulling his t-shirt over his head. “Take it easy.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.”

 

Brandon crawled onto the bed and got onto all fours. What a sight, Brian thought. Something else he loved – the sight of a gorgeous man from behind, on all fours, waiting and anticipating what was to come. Both men thinking about what the next hour would hold, or the next three hours, or whatever.

 

Brian knew Brandon expected him to quickly put on a condom and lube and get right to the fucking. Everyone expected a top to do that. Not Brian – he got his reputation from not just being a wham bam top. He knew how to play with someone’s body till they were begging for mercy.

 

He nudged Brandon’s thighs apart a little bit and began with his hand between his legs, stroking his cock and gently tugging on his balls. Brandon’s ass automatically moved back towards him. One hand lightly stroked one buttock while the other continued with his balls.

 

Brandon was making quiet moaning noises and gasps. Brian took him to the edge and stopped. “Brian, keep going. I can get hard again quickly. Please.”

 

“Shh. I’m calling the shots.” Damn tops always being bossy.

 

Brian ran a hand up and down Brandon’s upper back, giving him a bit of time before he got into the best part, letting him have a breather.

 

His fingers and thumbs pulled apart the high, round ass cheeks. He really did have a great ass. It didn’t compare to Justin’s of course but for a temporary one night replacement it was all right.

 

He didn’t mind a bit of hair but was pleased that Brandon waxed. Not because he thought men’s asses should be smooth but it just made it easier to rim when hair didn’t get in the way. Brandon’s ass was a lovely color – he was into all over tanning – even his inner thighs were tanned.

“Uh.” Brandon grunted with the first long lick down his crack and to his hole. “God.”

 

Brian decided it best not to make a joke about being called God. He continued licking in long strokes, and then switched to small, quick lapping.

 

“Christ.” Brandon’s head and shoulders sunk onto the bed and he moaned a deep long sound.

 

Brian’s fingers dug into his hips as he lapped harder and circled the hole, his tongue pressing harder to penetrate. He pulled the hips back to get right in, as deep as he could.

 

It was five minutes later that Brandon was writhing and pushing back to him. “Brian, just fucking fuck me. I’m fucking dying here.”

 

Brian sniggered to himself. “So impatient.”

 

“I’m not used to this. It’s fucking incredible.”

 

“But of course. I aim to please.” Brian squirted some lube onto his fingers and prepared Brandon for sex. He took his time, increasing the numbers of fingers as Brandon relaxed slowly. He wasn’t going to rush him.

 

“Now Brian.”

 

He put on a condom and held Brandon’s hips again.

 

Brandon gasped and tensed. Brian stopped and waited for him to relax. “Okay. I’m okay.”

 

He was a damn good lay. He was able to hold off coming for a long time, Brian was able to move him so he was upright and kneeling, then laying him forward before getting him right on all fours again. He found the right angle for Brandon and drove into him, turned on by how much this top was enjoying being a bottom to him.

 

They both shuddered to orgasms and Brian collapsed on Brandon’s back. They lay quietly, panting and recovering until Brian removed the condom and threw it into the nearby bin.

 

Brandon turned onto his back and reached for Brian, kissing him hard, then rolling slightly on top of him. Brian’s reaction was to get on top of him, but he fought the familiar urge. He had to let Brandon top - but he was still in charge.

 

“No one will know, Brian.” Brandon said quietly, stroking Brian’s cock lightly. “I’m not going to tell. Just enjoy it. Fuck – I just found out how incredible it can be to be topped. Go with it.”

 

“I know how good it is. You don’t think Justin’s ever topped me?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Of course he has.  Often. Just not in public and not with anyone else around. I fucking love it when he tops me. He’s a perfect bottom for me but he’s an incredible top too.” He knew that would inspire Brandon to be his best. He knew what he was doing. Brian was actually in charge after all.

 

“Okay. Then just relax.”

 

“I am.” He smiled lasciviously.

 

Brandon had a different approach than Brian. He worshipped Brian’s body – from his mouth to his thighs before going near his cock or his ass. He licked and sucked and squeezed. Brian kept his eyes closed, letting himself get lost in the sensations on his warm skin. Brandon had a strong tongue and his teeth dealt to his nipples with the right amount of pain and teasing.

 

He didn’t give Brian a rim job. That was okay. Brian didn’t care what he did as long as it all felt good. Brandon gave a good blow job but stopped before Brian came, fingering Brian’s ass while he did it, his fingers slick with lube, opening Brian up.

 

Brandon slid a condom over his cock and Brian turned over onto his front.

 

“Hey, I want you on your back.” Brandon said huskily.

 

“No.” Only Justin fucked him face to face. He wasn’t going to change that even if they were over forever. He knelt and Brandon gently pushed his back forward so he had to put his hands down on the bed.

 

He sucked his breath in when Brandon entered him, his mind sparking at the sudden pain. He slowly exhaled and relaxed his muscles. He breathed through it and then there was the pleasure.

 

Brandon didn’t last as long as he had. It was still a decent amount of time. Brandon was strong and it felt good to have someone stronger than him move him around. Justin was smaller than Brian and wasn’t able to do that. It was good to have something different to experience – someone pulling him back so his back was against Brandon’s chest, then pushing him down and pounding into him.

 

Brian came with a series of loud moans and Brandon continued his worship. “Oh god. Christ, Brian!”

 

They lay for a few minutes and then Brian got up and dressed immediately.

 

Brandon lit a cigarette and watched him. “I see where you get your rep.”

 

“Thanks.” Brian replied with one eyebrow raised.

 

Brandon laughed loudly. “You’re one of a kind, Brian.”

 

“I know.” Brian zipped up his Prada boots. He looked at Brandon, whose wet cock was lying limp in his pubes, his skin shining with sweat and his intense eyes satiated. “Later, Brandon.”

 

“Later Brian.”

 

Brian walked through the cold dark streets, physically satisfied but his gut felt queasy and his chest felt tight. It was home to an empty bed and a Sunshineless home. It took the fun out of his night.

 

He sat on his sofa and smoked, with only one lamp on, listening to the traffic outside. His cell phone suddenly ringing beside him made him jump.

 

“Hey, what’s up?” His heart skipped a beat.

 

“Brian.” It was a slurry-voiced Justin. “Hey, Brian. How was your night?”

 

“It was all right. Would have been better if you were with me.”

 

“Brian.” Justin sighed. “What did you do? I saw you leave Babylon with Brandon.”

 

“Nothing.” He didn’t want to talk about that with Justin.

 

“Oh come on. I got laid too.”

 

He really didn’t want to know that. “No. You’re drunk.”

 

“So are you. You were drunk and you were snorting shit. Come on. Tell me. Who tops when you’re both tops? I know the answer to that. You did. You were still the top.”

 

Justin was really drunk. Brian hoped Justin wouldn’t recall the conversation in the morning. He was about to tell him what really happened, when Justin spoke first.

 

“I know you topped because I’m the only one that you let top you. So you must have topped Brandon, huh?”

 

Fuck. Justin expected Brian not to let anyone else fuck him. Brian thought they might be over forever. Did this mean Justin thought that they might fuck again? Or get back together again? How was he meant to know that? Brian still didn’t know the ‘rules’ of  ‘dating’ and ‘relationships.’

 

Justin had packed his bags and left so quickly. Quicker than ever before. Quicker than when he left to go and be with Ian the fiddler. Brian thought that meant he wasn’t ever coming back – that he was certain he had to leave for good, to find someone else to be with because Brian was too damaged for him.

 

Brian would never have let anyone else fuck him if he knew Justin might be back. No way would he let anyone else. That was only for Justin. When Justin was around.

 

“What was he like? You can tell me. I’m dying to know.”

 

“He was okay. He had a good time.”

 

“Of course he did. He was with you. No one has bad sex with you.” Justin laughed quietly. “I wish you’d stayed longer at Babylon. We could have hooked up in the back room.”

 

“I didn’t think you’d want to.” Brian closed his eyes and bit his lip. “You left me.”

 

“Yeah but I got really drunk. You know how horny I get when I’m drunk. And I miss you.”

 

This was so confusing. They were both single now. It was different than when Justin left him for Ian the fiddler. Did that mean they could fuck whenever they wanted because neither of them had partners at home? They might as well be together then.

 

“Brian?”

 

“I’m here. It’s not the same without you around here.”

 

Justin sighed loudly. “You really can’t say it can you? Not even when I know you do and I give you a chance to. I have to go. Take care, Brian.”

 

“Justin –.” Brian said quickly but Justin was no longer there. “I love you.”

 

THE END (Brian and Justin eventually reunite and live mostly happily ever after).