HIPS AND LIPS
Title: Hips And Lips
Written By: cindybaby
Rating: PG for language.
Timeline: Set sometime after the show ends and Justin’s back from New York…’cause it’s *my* story and *I* never wanted him to go in the first place… :P
Summary: When a dare goes wrong…or maybe right.
Author Notes: Written for the QAF Dare Challenge. Hope you guys enjoy.
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“God, I can’t. Brian, you know I can’t.”
Brian wondered why Justin always started things he didn’t want to finish. Summoning patience he closed his eyes then opened them, slowly, locking onto Justin’s, wide and overwhelmingly blue. “Justin,” he smiled, lightly…afraid to make too sudden a move or too loud a noise.
Justin huffed out the breath he’d been holding, took in another, held it a second or two longer, then released it, noisily. Feeling slightly better he was finally able to focus on the words leaving Brian’s mouth.
“I know it’s a little scary.” Brian wrapped his fingers around the back of Justin’s head, sliding them through the strands of longer hair, tugging softly when he spoke. “But I’ll be there. Right there. And it’s not as if…” he paused, the rest left unsaid.
Nodding, still not completely convinced, but desperate not to cave, Justin conceded, “O-okay. Yeah. Alright.”
“Good.” This time Brian’s smile made it all the way to his eyes. He just hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.
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“I still can’t believe I fucking agreed. What the hell was I thinking? I mean…fuck!” Justin flopped down on the sofa with an exaggerated dramatic flair.
“Come on, it’s gonna be great,” Daphne mumbled around the spoon in her mouth, dropping down next to him.
“Be careful. If you get chocolate ice cream all over the place Brian’ll kill you.”
Placing another large, rather un-ladylike helping in her mouth, Daphne smiled around the melting confection and said, “Nah, he loves me.”
Justin snorted. “Yeah, I thought he loved *me* too, that was until he made me do *this*!” Another award-winning flop backward, his head unceremoniously bouncing back up a time or two before it finally settled on the seat cushion, and he added, “And now, fuck, what am I gonna do, Daph?”
Brown eyes meeting blue, Daphne shrugged, grinning slyly. “I dunno,” she offered, before forcing another shovel-full into her mouth. “But I can’t wait to see it.”
“Fuuuuck!”
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“Sweetheart, baby, what brings you here into my lil’old neck-of-the-woods?”
Justin smiled. “Nothing really. Just wanted to see a friendly face, you know, see how you were doing.”
Brows raised, a rather knowing grin in place, Emmett nodded. “Okay, sure. I’m doing great, honey. And you?” He hoped his high-pitched ending hadn’t given anything away.
“Oh, uh, I’m good.”
Emmett watched Justin as he suddenly became infatuated with the button on his shirt. And what a lovely shirt it was. But maybe a little more fitted around the shoulders, yes, and those jeans, well, they certainly did show off his pert little ass rather deliciously, those firm, round…
“Em!”
“Wha?! Oh, sorry baby, my mind, sometimes it just wanders off on its own.” Emmett hoped he wasn’t blushing. And why the fuck was it suddenly so hot?
Too wound up to notice the pinkish tinge of Emmett’s cheeks, Justin dismissed it when he began to fan himself with a magazine. “Em, I’m worried,” he confessed.
“Uh-huh. And why is that?” The flush having passed, Emmett dropped the Vogue…the English one of course, ‘cause even though the other one had beautiful pictures, and God knows he loved a well-turned heel now and then, he couldn’t understand a fucking word… Shit, he realized that he really had to learn to focus better, certain that he’d missed half of what Justin was saying. “Um, sorry, what?”
Justin huffed. “It’s Brian.”
“When isn’t it?”
“It’s just that, well, he, um…”
“I know, honey.”
“You do?” Justin gasped.
“Of course. Everyone does. It’s all the rage, well, literally.”
“But I thought…”
Emmett smiled. “You thought that such a delicious dare would go un-noticed, un-reported by the queer grapevine? Honey, think again. This is juicy with a capital yum!”
“Fuck!” Justin groaned, dropping his forehead down against Emmett’s kitchen counter, wincing as it once again bounced up unceremoniously, this time the surface not as forgiving as the downy sofa.
Emmett patted Justin’s back, his eyes trailing sheepishly downward to his ass. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s gonna be great. I can’t wait to see it.”
Justin groaned louder, afraid that was what he was gonna say.
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“Hey, where’ve you been?”
“Just out.”
Brian nodded, his eyes following Justin as he moved from the front door to the kitchen to the computer to the stereo to the couch to the bedroom and back down to the kitchen again…all in the span of thirty seconds.
“Right.”
Pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, Justin opened it and downed half, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before meeting Brian’s stare. “What?”
Lips pulled in tight, Brian shook his head.
“What are you staring at?” Justin felt defensive.
“Nothing. You.”
“Why?”
Brian shrugged.
“Well stop.”
“Stop looking at you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“’Cause it’s creeping me out.”
“Why?”
Justin felt himself beginning to fume. “Because,” he gritted between clenched teeth.
Brian got up, stood directly in front of Justin, bending slightly at the knees so they were eye to eye. “Something bothering you, Sunshine?” he whispered.
Justin straightened, gaining a touch more height, which Brian quickly matched, instantly pilfering the bravado that Justin had been trying to maintain, his shoulders slumping as he whined, “Brian, I don’t think I can.”
Brian laughed. “Your decision.”
“Brian!”
Resuming his full height, rolling his neck to relieve a sudden kink, Brian blinked, slowly, his eyes still locked on Justin’s. “Just remember the payoff.”
Justin blinked. Quickly. Then again. He smiled.
Bussing a kiss against Justin’s lips, Brian smiled back. “Like I said, your decision,” and then he turned and walked away, growing more and more certain that he was fucked.
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“Okay, so it’s gonna start. And then I’m gonna come out…”
“I thought you already were, baby.”
“Em!”
Emmett laughed, then urged, “Go on.”
“Right, so I’m gonna come out *on* *the* *stage*,” he paused, looking pointedly at his friend, waiting for the nod instead of the comment, satisfied to continue when all he received was a confirming smile. “Then the music’s gonna start and, well, I guess I’ll do my thing.”
“And what a lovely thing it is.”
“God, Em, if that’s all *you* can think about what’s gonna happen when I get up there and all those guys...” he couldn’t continue. He just kept shaking his head, speechless.
Wrapping a comforting arm around Justin’s shoulders, Emmett tried to console him. “Justin, sweetheart, don’t worry. It’ll be great. You’ll be ass-tounding. Pun intended.”
Emmett couldn’t contain his laughter as Justin groaned, head in hands, wondering just what the fuck he was doing.
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“Ben, over there. Ted!”
“Hey, here!” Ted waved them over.
Michael and Ben made their way through the crowded room toward their friends.
“We saved you guys a spot. The view’s perfect from here. We can see right onto the stage, unobstructed.”
“Thanks, Ted.” Michael looked around. “Where’s Brian?”
Taking a sip of his bright orange drink-de-jour, Emmett smiled. “I’m sure he’s backstage with Justin, giving him a last-minute pep-talk.”
“Right, I’m certain that’s *exactly* what he’s giving him,” Ted replied sarcastically.
“Oh look. Speak of the devil incarnate.”
Four sets of eyes turned to find Brian headed toward them.
“How’s Justin?” Ben asked.
“Dazzling.”
“The word on the street is that there’s a price to be paid for this daring dare,” Emmett said slyly over the rim of his martini glass.
“You don’t say?” Brian mocked, leaning back against the bar.
“No, I *do* say. Or from what I understand, *you* do say,” Emmett shot back, broad smile in place.
“What? What’s he mean, Brian? What dare?”
“Michael, you really *do* need to get yourself back in the swing of things…”
“Em,” Ted warned, not missing the firey-glare shooting from Brian’s eyes.
But Emmett was fearless. He knew that taunting could be entertaining, just as long as you were sure to pull back seconds before the claws came flying. “You see, Michael, it seems that our little princess and the big bad wolf here have a dare wagered.”
“Huh?”
Used to dealing with Michael not being the brightest crayon in the box, Emmett placed his drink on the bar, giving him his full attention. “Basically, Brian dared Justin to perform tonight and if he goes through with it…” he paused, turning toward Brian… “…and he will, fabulously!” Emmett refocused back on Michael and the rest of the group before continuing. “And *when* he wins, gaining back his full-fledged title as King of Babylon, Brian will, how shall we say, be on the hook and have to fulfill Justin’s dare.”
“He dared you!?” Michael was astounded.
Brian shrugged nonchalantly. But if you looked closely, like really, really closely, you could see it. Brian was fucked!
“What’s the dare?”
“Well…” Emmett started, only too pleased to share, but Daphne suddenly rushed in, shouting over the music that had begun to play. “Shit, I thought I might miss it. It just started, right?”
“Right, honey. You haven’t missed a thing. Here, let me get you one of these drinks. They’re divine.”
Daphne smiled her thanks as Emmett turned to place the order, his eyes lingering a moment longer on Brian, who was suddenly looking a little green.
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“Okay, the music starts, I go out, do my thing, that’s it. I’m done. And then Brian has to fucking pay-up. No biggie.” Justin was muttering to himself, trying to calm down as he watched the first guy on stage. It wasn’t a big deal. Hell, he’d done it before. But that was years ago, and he was just a stupid kid then. And now, well, shit, now he was a fucking idiot for letting himself get dared into doing it again.
“Justin, you’re up next.”
“Fuck, um, do you think I could go after *that* guy?” Justin pointed to one of the guys lined up backstage. There were three that were supposed to go after him, and they were all hot. Shit! He was hoping he could buy a little more time, time to get his nerves under control. He somehow figured that tossing his lunch on stage just wasn’t gonna win the title back.
“Sure, honey. How about you go last?”
“Really? That would be great. Thanks, Todd.” Justin smiled with relief, suddenly noticing that Todd wasn’t all that great looking once removed from the forgiving darkness of the backroom.
“No problem. Mark, you’re next.” A tall, buff guy nodded before moving a little closer to the stage.
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“I thought he was second,” Brian mumbled, which of course the whole gang caught.
“Hmph, I guess they changed the lineup.”
Brian smiled. Maybe Justin was chickening out. Then he wouldn’t have to…
“Oooh, look at the tasty morsel up now!” Emmett clapped and everyone focused back on the stage.
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“Okay, Justin, good luck.”
“Uh, thanks, Todd.”
With a deep breath that he slowly let out, pleased that the bile rising in his throat decided to stay on the inside, he hesitantly took his first step onto the darkened stage.
“Fuck!” he muttered, squinting against the bright light as the spotlight came up and his music began.
At first he was a little tight…and not in a good way…his movements rather jerky…again, not so good…but after about twenty seconds he began to relax, heard the deafening applause of the crowd and let instinct take over.
He knew the song, felt the beat, saw the hungry eyes fixated on him and decided, fuck it, it was time for a little fun. He tore off his clingy white t-shirt, tossing it aimlessly into the crowd, grinning at the tug-of-war scene below for the coveted cloth.
He found Brian, his eyes wide and staring and he smiled seductively.
The rules of the competition were…there were no rules. Anything and everything was allowed. So Justin decided to test the theory.
With a gentle yet determined sway of his hips he turned around, hearing the soft collected gasp of the crowd as his fabulous ass came into sight. Then, with a slight glance over his shoulder he unfastened his jeans, letting them dip lower, then lower, sliding downward over his slim hips until the crack of his ass was visible.
The crowd moaned in unison. They were titillated.
Brian, not so much.
With a twinkle in his eye, Justin thrust his ass outward toward the room as he pushed the denim down, his black-cotton barely-covered ass coming into full view as the jeans pooled at his feet.
The crowd groaned in unison. They wanted more.
Toeing off his sneakers, Justin pulled off the offending pants, kicking them into the corner of the stage, knowing he’d need them for later, then turned back around, a huge, beaming smile plastered across his face.
Arms spread eagle, hips teasingly in motion, Justin shouted over the music, “You want more?”
The room erupted with a consensual, “Yes!”
A whispered “Oh, shit,” couldn’t be heard over the roaring crowd of men as Emmett caught the look on Brian’s face before focusing back on the stage.
With a defying glance at Brian, Justin took hold of his black briefs and tugged.
A collective gasp was heard all throughout the club. Well, that and a lone, “You fucker!” from an irate Brian.
And Justin stood there, bare-assed-naked, his dick swaying tantalizingly free as he continued to dance proudly to the music still thumpa-thumping away.
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“Gentlemen, I think we have a winner. No doubt as to who the new, well, re-instated King of Babylon is. Justin!”
Running back out on stage, having hastily pulled his jeans and shoes back on, his black briefs dangling from his front pocket, Justin was still slightly out of breath. He smiled, his hands held high as the crowd applauded, whistled and shouted out offerings of a wide variety, everyone pleased with the winner.
Except one.
“Bri, isn’t that great? He won!” Michael was happy for his friend. Okay, he could’ve done without seeing Justin’s dick, but…
“Yes, Brian, didn’t the princess to a magically delicious job?” Emmett taunted, rather pleased with seeing Justin’s dick. It was surprisingly long and thick, especially for one of his stature, and Emmett wondered, well, not that he should, since Justin was his friend and all, but he couldn’t help the little thrill he felt at fantasizing just how amazing that dick would feel up his… “Ahhh!” Emmett jumped, swatting Daphne’s hands away as they pinched his side, her eyes urging him back to attention. Emmett smiled, innocently.
“Come on, Brian, you’ve gotta admit, he was rather, um, well…”
“Yes, Ted, what was he rather?” Brian glared, cutting Ted off.
“Nothing. He was, um, not bad, that’s all.” Ted begged off, not as brave as Emmett.
“Hey, guys, can you believe it? I won. Again!” Justin came barreling through the crowd of well-wishers, gropers and deviants.
“Justin, that was great!” Daphne smiled, hugging her friend tightly.
“Thanks, Daph.” Justin looked at the others, waiting for their response.
“Justin, good job. That was, um, entertaining,” Ben offered with Michael’s added nod.
“Okay,” Justin said, skeptically.
“Yeah, Justin, good, uh, work. Nice win.” Ted sounded hesitant.
“Um, thanks.” Again, not too sure if *they* had actually been watching the show that *he* had put on, but then…
“Baby, I for one think that was scrumptious! The way you moved, your, um, perfect assets, honey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so delectable.”
“Thanks, Em,” Justin beamed, happy for the response.
But then Brian cleared his throat, and all eyes turned toward him, including Justin’s.
“So, Brian, what’d'ya think?”
Brian thought so many things. So many words flying through his head. He tried to pick several out, hopefully ones that would make a coherent sentence, enabling him to answer the man now standing directly in front of him. He decided to take a stab at it.
“I think,” Brian began, his tone low, gravely, full of warning, which Justin blindly ignored, if the perfect smile still intact, still directed at Brian, said anything. Brian tried to grasp exactly why he was so mad. It wasn’t like no one in Babylon had ever seen Justin naked. They still fucked in the backroom occasionally. But on stage, with a spotlight illuminating every detail of that perfect body? Everyone ogling him, like he was ripe for the picking, for *their* picking. It was just too much to handle. He thought the dare would be fun, try to get Justin back onto that fucking pole like years ago, but obviously he hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
With a renewed sense of fury Brian tried again. “I think that you’re one twisted motherfucking piece of shit for getting up there and flashing this entire club of miscretins your cock!” By the end, Brian was panting with anger, his face only inches from Justin’s.
And Justin? Still smiling.
“Yeah. Well. I won. Now it’s *your* turn.”
Brian jolted backward as if slapped. “Fuck!”
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“Oooh, I just love improve night at Woody’s.”
“Yeah, I wonder what freaks are gonna get up there tonight? Hey, Ben, remember the time when Michael sang that song to you?”
“Fuck off,” Michael laughed, swatting Ted playfully.
“It was perfect. Well, except for him carrying a tune, that part was pitiful. But the sentimentality of it all, it was beautiful,” Ben gushed, pulling his husband in for a lengthy kiss.
“Get a room,” Brian growled.
“Isn’t that usually *our* line?” Emmett asked, looking suspiciously around their table. “Speaking of which, where is the princess?”
Brian huffed, swallowing the rest of his drink before sulking down in his chair.
“I don’t…”
“Ladies and gentlemen!” came bellowing from the stage and everyone looked up to find Justin standing with the microphone in hand, smiling, wickedly.
“Oh, it’s starting!” Emmett cheered.
“Fuck!” Brian groaned.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering just why I’m up here. I know it’s improv night, and anything goes, so…I’d like to call Brian Kinney up on stage to do a little something.”
All eyes turned toward Brian whose forehead was now gently banging against the wooden table.
“Brian.”
Brian lifted his head, eyes locked on Justin’s, wondering just how in the hell he’d let himself get to this point.
He’d dared Justin to win the King of Babylon contest, he’d admit it, but only after Justin had been hounding him for hours. So he figured a sure way out was to tempt Justin to do something he was certain he wouldn’t. Not now. When he was just a kid, sure, but now? Fuck, and of course the man had balls of steel and went through with it, winning by a landslide, and now it was time to face the challenge.
Taking a steadying breath Brian stood, heading for the stage.
“Here you go. Now, go slow, speak clearly, and don’t forget to…”
“Fuck you, I know.” Brian gently pushed a still smiling Justin off the stage, watching as he made his way back to the table and took his seat.
Instantly Brian decided that if he had to go through with it he was at least gonna do the best he could. Play it the way he played everything else…with fuck-all attitude.
Grin in place, he began.
“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Brian Kinney.”
The crowd clapped loudly. Every-fucking-person in the room knew exactly who and what Brian was.
Brian’s grin grew slightly wider.
“The reason I’m up here, gracing you with my all-humbling presence, is because I agreed to a dare, and now it’s pay up time.” Brian’s eyes met Justin’s, the blue sparkling with satisfaction.
The crowd laughed at Brian’s confession.
Brian’s grin nearly split his face in two whilst still remaining cool and collected.
“Here goes.”
And Brian began to sing.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away...”
“You dared him to sing *that*?” Michael asked, floored, listening to Brian’s raspy voice crank out the words of the song so seductively. He didn’t believe that it was possible for *that* song to sound so…so…sexy.
“Fuck, no! I dared him to go up there and sing. I never expected *this*! He was supposed to sing a real song, not this shit. He’s got an amazing voice, you know?”
Michael nodded. He remembered the band they’d formed in high school. Brian was pretty good, but for some reason hated singing. Hated all that intense focus. Michael guessed that Brian only craved the kind of attention that he could control.
“Honey, he’s so…hot!” Emmett was standing, doing his infamous praise-Jesus move to Brian’s crooning.
“He’s not bad,” Ted added and Ben agreed, barely able to hear each other over the crowd gone wild.
And Justin, well, even though it wasn’t exactly what he’d been counting on, having carried through famously with *his* end of the dare, it was, shit, it was pretty fucking good. And the words, well, listening closely he realized that Brian was in a round-about, fucked-up sorta way telling him that he was pretty damn special.
So in the end, yeah, they were even.
For now.
Written By: cindybaby
Rating: PG for language.
Timeline: Set sometime after the show ends and Justin’s back from New York…’cause it’s *my* story and *I* never wanted him to go in the first place… :P
Summary: When a dare goes wrong…or maybe right.
Author Notes: Written for the QAF Dare Challenge. Hope you guys enjoy.
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“God, I can’t. Brian, you know I can’t.”
Brian wondered why Justin always started things he didn’t want to finish. Summoning patience he closed his eyes then opened them, slowly, locking onto Justin’s, wide and overwhelmingly blue. “Justin,” he smiled, lightly…afraid to make too sudden a move or too loud a noise.
Justin huffed out the breath he’d been holding, took in another, held it a second or two longer, then released it, noisily. Feeling slightly better he was finally able to focus on the words leaving Brian’s mouth.
“I know it’s a little scary.” Brian wrapped his fingers around the back of Justin’s head, sliding them through the strands of longer hair, tugging softly when he spoke. “But I’ll be there. Right there. And it’s not as if…” he paused, the rest left unsaid.
Nodding, still not completely convinced, but desperate not to cave, Justin conceded, “O-okay. Yeah. Alright.”
“Good.” This time Brian’s smile made it all the way to his eyes. He just hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.
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“I still can’t believe I fucking agreed. What the hell was I thinking? I mean…fuck!” Justin flopped down on the sofa with an exaggerated dramatic flair.
“Come on, it’s gonna be great,” Daphne mumbled around the spoon in her mouth, dropping down next to him.
“Be careful. If you get chocolate ice cream all over the place Brian’ll kill you.”
Placing another large, rather un-ladylike helping in her mouth, Daphne smiled around the melting confection and said, “Nah, he loves me.”
Justin snorted. “Yeah, I thought he loved *me* too, that was until he made me do *this*!” Another award-winning flop backward, his head unceremoniously bouncing back up a time or two before it finally settled on the seat cushion, and he added, “And now, fuck, what am I gonna do, Daph?”
Brown eyes meeting blue, Daphne shrugged, grinning slyly. “I dunno,” she offered, before forcing another shovel-full into her mouth. “But I can’t wait to see it.”
“Fuuuuck!”
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“Sweetheart, baby, what brings you here into my lil’old neck-of-the-woods?”
Justin smiled. “Nothing really. Just wanted to see a friendly face, you know, see how you were doing.”
Brows raised, a rather knowing grin in place, Emmett nodded. “Okay, sure. I’m doing great, honey. And you?” He hoped his high-pitched ending hadn’t given anything away.
“Oh, uh, I’m good.”
Emmett watched Justin as he suddenly became infatuated with the button on his shirt. And what a lovely shirt it was. But maybe a little more fitted around the shoulders, yes, and those jeans, well, they certainly did show off his pert little ass rather deliciously, those firm, round…
“Em!”
“Wha?! Oh, sorry baby, my mind, sometimes it just wanders off on its own.” Emmett hoped he wasn’t blushing. And why the fuck was it suddenly so hot?
Too wound up to notice the pinkish tinge of Emmett’s cheeks, Justin dismissed it when he began to fan himself with a magazine. “Em, I’m worried,” he confessed.
“Uh-huh. And why is that?” The flush having passed, Emmett dropped the Vogue…the English one of course, ‘cause even though the other one had beautiful pictures, and God knows he loved a well-turned heel now and then, he couldn’t understand a fucking word… Shit, he realized that he really had to learn to focus better, certain that he’d missed half of what Justin was saying. “Um, sorry, what?”
Justin huffed. “It’s Brian.”
“When isn’t it?”
“It’s just that, well, he, um…”
“I know, honey.”
“You do?” Justin gasped.
“Of course. Everyone does. It’s all the rage, well, literally.”
“But I thought…”
Emmett smiled. “You thought that such a delicious dare would go un-noticed, un-reported by the queer grapevine? Honey, think again. This is juicy with a capital yum!”
“Fuck!” Justin groaned, dropping his forehead down against Emmett’s kitchen counter, wincing as it once again bounced up unceremoniously, this time the surface not as forgiving as the downy sofa.
Emmett patted Justin’s back, his eyes trailing sheepishly downward to his ass. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s gonna be great. I can’t wait to see it.”
Justin groaned louder, afraid that was what he was gonna say.
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“Hey, where’ve you been?”
“Just out.”
Brian nodded, his eyes following Justin as he moved from the front door to the kitchen to the computer to the stereo to the couch to the bedroom and back down to the kitchen again…all in the span of thirty seconds.
“Right.”
Pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, Justin opened it and downed half, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before meeting Brian’s stare. “What?”
Lips pulled in tight, Brian shook his head.
“What are you staring at?” Justin felt defensive.
“Nothing. You.”
“Why?”
Brian shrugged.
“Well stop.”
“Stop looking at you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“’Cause it’s creeping me out.”
“Why?”
Justin felt himself beginning to fume. “Because,” he gritted between clenched teeth.
Brian got up, stood directly in front of Justin, bending slightly at the knees so they were eye to eye. “Something bothering you, Sunshine?” he whispered.
Justin straightened, gaining a touch more height, which Brian quickly matched, instantly pilfering the bravado that Justin had been trying to maintain, his shoulders slumping as he whined, “Brian, I don’t think I can.”
Brian laughed. “Your decision.”
“Brian!”
Resuming his full height, rolling his neck to relieve a sudden kink, Brian blinked, slowly, his eyes still locked on Justin’s. “Just remember the payoff.”
Justin blinked. Quickly. Then again. He smiled.
Bussing a kiss against Justin’s lips, Brian smiled back. “Like I said, your decision,” and then he turned and walked away, growing more and more certain that he was fucked.
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“Okay, so it’s gonna start. And then I’m gonna come out…”
“I thought you already were, baby.”
“Em!”
Emmett laughed, then urged, “Go on.”
“Right, so I’m gonna come out *on* *the* *stage*,” he paused, looking pointedly at his friend, waiting for the nod instead of the comment, satisfied to continue when all he received was a confirming smile. “Then the music’s gonna start and, well, I guess I’ll do my thing.”
“And what a lovely thing it is.”
“God, Em, if that’s all *you* can think about what’s gonna happen when I get up there and all those guys...” he couldn’t continue. He just kept shaking his head, speechless.
Wrapping a comforting arm around Justin’s shoulders, Emmett tried to console him. “Justin, sweetheart, don’t worry. It’ll be great. You’ll be ass-tounding. Pun intended.”
Emmett couldn’t contain his laughter as Justin groaned, head in hands, wondering just what the fuck he was doing.
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“Ben, over there. Ted!”
“Hey, here!” Ted waved them over.
Michael and Ben made their way through the crowded room toward their friends.
“We saved you guys a spot. The view’s perfect from here. We can see right onto the stage, unobstructed.”
“Thanks, Ted.” Michael looked around. “Where’s Brian?”
Taking a sip of his bright orange drink-de-jour, Emmett smiled. “I’m sure he’s backstage with Justin, giving him a last-minute pep-talk.”
“Right, I’m certain that’s *exactly* what he’s giving him,” Ted replied sarcastically.
“Oh look. Speak of the devil incarnate.”
Four sets of eyes turned to find Brian headed toward them.
“How’s Justin?” Ben asked.
“Dazzling.”
“The word on the street is that there’s a price to be paid for this daring dare,” Emmett said slyly over the rim of his martini glass.
“You don’t say?” Brian mocked, leaning back against the bar.
“No, I *do* say. Or from what I understand, *you* do say,” Emmett shot back, broad smile in place.
“What? What’s he mean, Brian? What dare?”
“Michael, you really *do* need to get yourself back in the swing of things…”
“Em,” Ted warned, not missing the firey-glare shooting from Brian’s eyes.
But Emmett was fearless. He knew that taunting could be entertaining, just as long as you were sure to pull back seconds before the claws came flying. “You see, Michael, it seems that our little princess and the big bad wolf here have a dare wagered.”
“Huh?”
Used to dealing with Michael not being the brightest crayon in the box, Emmett placed his drink on the bar, giving him his full attention. “Basically, Brian dared Justin to perform tonight and if he goes through with it…” he paused, turning toward Brian… “…and he will, fabulously!” Emmett refocused back on Michael and the rest of the group before continuing. “And *when* he wins, gaining back his full-fledged title as King of Babylon, Brian will, how shall we say, be on the hook and have to fulfill Justin’s dare.”
“He dared you!?” Michael was astounded.
Brian shrugged nonchalantly. But if you looked closely, like really, really closely, you could see it. Brian was fucked!
“What’s the dare?”
“Well…” Emmett started, only too pleased to share, but Daphne suddenly rushed in, shouting over the music that had begun to play. “Shit, I thought I might miss it. It just started, right?”
“Right, honey. You haven’t missed a thing. Here, let me get you one of these drinks. They’re divine.”
Daphne smiled her thanks as Emmett turned to place the order, his eyes lingering a moment longer on Brian, who was suddenly looking a little green.
***************
“Okay, the music starts, I go out, do my thing, that’s it. I’m done. And then Brian has to fucking pay-up. No biggie.” Justin was muttering to himself, trying to calm down as he watched the first guy on stage. It wasn’t a big deal. Hell, he’d done it before. But that was years ago, and he was just a stupid kid then. And now, well, shit, now he was a fucking idiot for letting himself get dared into doing it again.
“Justin, you’re up next.”
“Fuck, um, do you think I could go after *that* guy?” Justin pointed to one of the guys lined up backstage. There were three that were supposed to go after him, and they were all hot. Shit! He was hoping he could buy a little more time, time to get his nerves under control. He somehow figured that tossing his lunch on stage just wasn’t gonna win the title back.
“Sure, honey. How about you go last?”
“Really? That would be great. Thanks, Todd.” Justin smiled with relief, suddenly noticing that Todd wasn’t all that great looking once removed from the forgiving darkness of the backroom.
“No problem. Mark, you’re next.” A tall, buff guy nodded before moving a little closer to the stage.
***************
“I thought he was second,” Brian mumbled, which of course the whole gang caught.
“Hmph, I guess they changed the lineup.”
Brian smiled. Maybe Justin was chickening out. Then he wouldn’t have to…
“Oooh, look at the tasty morsel up now!” Emmett clapped and everyone focused back on the stage.
***************
“Okay, Justin, good luck.”
“Uh, thanks, Todd.”
With a deep breath that he slowly let out, pleased that the bile rising in his throat decided to stay on the inside, he hesitantly took his first step onto the darkened stage.
“Fuck!” he muttered, squinting against the bright light as the spotlight came up and his music began.
At first he was a little tight…and not in a good way…his movements rather jerky…again, not so good…but after about twenty seconds he began to relax, heard the deafening applause of the crowd and let instinct take over.
He knew the song, felt the beat, saw the hungry eyes fixated on him and decided, fuck it, it was time for a little fun. He tore off his clingy white t-shirt, tossing it aimlessly into the crowd, grinning at the tug-of-war scene below for the coveted cloth.
He found Brian, his eyes wide and staring and he smiled seductively.
The rules of the competition were…there were no rules. Anything and everything was allowed. So Justin decided to test the theory.
With a gentle yet determined sway of his hips he turned around, hearing the soft collected gasp of the crowd as his fabulous ass came into sight. Then, with a slight glance over his shoulder he unfastened his jeans, letting them dip lower, then lower, sliding downward over his slim hips until the crack of his ass was visible.
The crowd moaned in unison. They were titillated.
Brian, not so much.
With a twinkle in his eye, Justin thrust his ass outward toward the room as he pushed the denim down, his black-cotton barely-covered ass coming into full view as the jeans pooled at his feet.
The crowd groaned in unison. They wanted more.
Toeing off his sneakers, Justin pulled off the offending pants, kicking them into the corner of the stage, knowing he’d need them for later, then turned back around, a huge, beaming smile plastered across his face.
Arms spread eagle, hips teasingly in motion, Justin shouted over the music, “You want more?”
The room erupted with a consensual, “Yes!”
A whispered “Oh, shit,” couldn’t be heard over the roaring crowd of men as Emmett caught the look on Brian’s face before focusing back on the stage.
With a defying glance at Brian, Justin took hold of his black briefs and tugged.
A collective gasp was heard all throughout the club. Well, that and a lone, “You fucker!” from an irate Brian.
And Justin stood there, bare-assed-naked, his dick swaying tantalizingly free as he continued to dance proudly to the music still thumpa-thumping away.
***************
“Gentlemen, I think we have a winner. No doubt as to who the new, well, re-instated King of Babylon is. Justin!”
Running back out on stage, having hastily pulled his jeans and shoes back on, his black briefs dangling from his front pocket, Justin was still slightly out of breath. He smiled, his hands held high as the crowd applauded, whistled and shouted out offerings of a wide variety, everyone pleased with the winner.
Except one.
“Bri, isn’t that great? He won!” Michael was happy for his friend. Okay, he could’ve done without seeing Justin’s dick, but…
“Yes, Brian, didn’t the princess to a magically delicious job?” Emmett taunted, rather pleased with seeing Justin’s dick. It was surprisingly long and thick, especially for one of his stature, and Emmett wondered, well, not that he should, since Justin was his friend and all, but he couldn’t help the little thrill he felt at fantasizing just how amazing that dick would feel up his… “Ahhh!” Emmett jumped, swatting Daphne’s hands away as they pinched his side, her eyes urging him back to attention. Emmett smiled, innocently.
“Come on, Brian, you’ve gotta admit, he was rather, um, well…”
“Yes, Ted, what was he rather?” Brian glared, cutting Ted off.
“Nothing. He was, um, not bad, that’s all.” Ted begged off, not as brave as Emmett.
“Hey, guys, can you believe it? I won. Again!” Justin came barreling through the crowd of well-wishers, gropers and deviants.
“Justin, that was great!” Daphne smiled, hugging her friend tightly.
“Thanks, Daph.” Justin looked at the others, waiting for their response.
“Justin, good job. That was, um, entertaining,” Ben offered with Michael’s added nod.
“Okay,” Justin said, skeptically.
“Yeah, Justin, good, uh, work. Nice win.” Ted sounded hesitant.
“Um, thanks.” Again, not too sure if *they* had actually been watching the show that *he* had put on, but then…
“Baby, I for one think that was scrumptious! The way you moved, your, um, perfect assets, honey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so delectable.”
“Thanks, Em,” Justin beamed, happy for the response.
But then Brian cleared his throat, and all eyes turned toward him, including Justin’s.
“So, Brian, what’d'ya think?”
Brian thought so many things. So many words flying through his head. He tried to pick several out, hopefully ones that would make a coherent sentence, enabling him to answer the man now standing directly in front of him. He decided to take a stab at it.
“I think,” Brian began, his tone low, gravely, full of warning, which Justin blindly ignored, if the perfect smile still intact, still directed at Brian, said anything. Brian tried to grasp exactly why he was so mad. It wasn’t like no one in Babylon had ever seen Justin naked. They still fucked in the backroom occasionally. But on stage, with a spotlight illuminating every detail of that perfect body? Everyone ogling him, like he was ripe for the picking, for *their* picking. It was just too much to handle. He thought the dare would be fun, try to get Justin back onto that fucking pole like years ago, but obviously he hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
With a renewed sense of fury Brian tried again. “I think that you’re one twisted motherfucking piece of shit for getting up there and flashing this entire club of miscretins your cock!” By the end, Brian was panting with anger, his face only inches from Justin’s.
And Justin? Still smiling.
“Yeah. Well. I won. Now it’s *your* turn.”
Brian jolted backward as if slapped. “Fuck!”
***************
“Oooh, I just love improve night at Woody’s.”
“Yeah, I wonder what freaks are gonna get up there tonight? Hey, Ben, remember the time when Michael sang that song to you?”
“Fuck off,” Michael laughed, swatting Ted playfully.
“It was perfect. Well, except for him carrying a tune, that part was pitiful. But the sentimentality of it all, it was beautiful,” Ben gushed, pulling his husband in for a lengthy kiss.
“Get a room,” Brian growled.
“Isn’t that usually *our* line?” Emmett asked, looking suspiciously around their table. “Speaking of which, where is the princess?”
Brian huffed, swallowing the rest of his drink before sulking down in his chair.
“I don’t…”
“Ladies and gentlemen!” came bellowing from the stage and everyone looked up to find Justin standing with the microphone in hand, smiling, wickedly.
“Oh, it’s starting!” Emmett cheered.
“Fuck!” Brian groaned.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering just why I’m up here. I know it’s improv night, and anything goes, so…I’d like to call Brian Kinney up on stage to do a little something.”
All eyes turned toward Brian whose forehead was now gently banging against the wooden table.
“Brian.”
Brian lifted his head, eyes locked on Justin’s, wondering just how in the hell he’d let himself get to this point.
He’d dared Justin to win the King of Babylon contest, he’d admit it, but only after Justin had been hounding him for hours. So he figured a sure way out was to tempt Justin to do something he was certain he wouldn’t. Not now. When he was just a kid, sure, but now? Fuck, and of course the man had balls of steel and went through with it, winning by a landslide, and now it was time to face the challenge.
Taking a steadying breath Brian stood, heading for the stage.
“Here you go. Now, go slow, speak clearly, and don’t forget to…”
“Fuck you, I know.” Brian gently pushed a still smiling Justin off the stage, watching as he made his way back to the table and took his seat.
Instantly Brian decided that if he had to go through with it he was at least gonna do the best he could. Play it the way he played everything else…with fuck-all attitude.
Grin in place, he began.
“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Brian Kinney.”
The crowd clapped loudly. Every-fucking-person in the room knew exactly who and what Brian was.
Brian’s grin grew slightly wider.
“The reason I’m up here, gracing you with my all-humbling presence, is because I agreed to a dare, and now it’s pay up time.” Brian’s eyes met Justin’s, the blue sparkling with satisfaction.
The crowd laughed at Brian’s confession.
Brian’s grin nearly split his face in two whilst still remaining cool and collected.
“Here goes.”
And Brian began to sing.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away...”
“You dared him to sing *that*?” Michael asked, floored, listening to Brian’s raspy voice crank out the words of the song so seductively. He didn’t believe that it was possible for *that* song to sound so…so…sexy.
“Fuck, no! I dared him to go up there and sing. I never expected *this*! He was supposed to sing a real song, not this shit. He’s got an amazing voice, you know?”
Michael nodded. He remembered the band they’d formed in high school. Brian was pretty good, but for some reason hated singing. Hated all that intense focus. Michael guessed that Brian only craved the kind of attention that he could control.
“Honey, he’s so…hot!” Emmett was standing, doing his infamous praise-Jesus move to Brian’s crooning.
“He’s not bad,” Ted added and Ben agreed, barely able to hear each other over the crowd gone wild.
And Justin, well, even though it wasn’t exactly what he’d been counting on, having carried through famously with *his* end of the dare, it was, shit, it was pretty fucking good. And the words, well, listening closely he realized that Brian was in a round-about, fucked-up sorta way telling him that he was pretty damn special.
So in the end, yeah, they were even.
For now.