Mechanical Michelangelo part 24
TWENTY FOUR Dirty Little…
Justin wasn’t paying attention as he let Emmett into the apartment. It took him a full thirty seconds before seeing the tall and brooding brunette sitting on the sofa. At the same time he noticed Brian, Emmett let out a shriek, making Justin’s ears ring.
“Brian?” Emmett exclaimed, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
Brian stood, not liking the disadvantage of being lower than everyone else. Cameron sat where he was, happy to be a silent onlooker.
“Yeah, Brian, why are you here?” Justin’s face was void of emotion, eyes like ice chips.
“Why else would I be here? I came to see you.”
Unaware of the tension between the two men, Emmett gave Justin a Debbie-sized hug. “It’s amazing, to think that we both picked the same weekend to visit. Great minds and all that, hey, Brian?”
Brian didn’t answer, his eyes were fixed on Justin, who carefully disentangled himself from Emmett’s grasp.
“Amazing, right?” Outwardly Justin was calm, blank, but inside he was seething, because knowing, and actually *knowing* Brian hadn’t told his friends about his weekly visits were two different things. “Emmett tells me, you’ve been busy practically every weekend for the past month. What have you been doing? Were you with clients, drumming up business, or is that just what you told Mikey?”
“You mean…”Emmett’s voice trailed off when he realised he wasn’t witnessing the first reunion of Brian and Justin.
Justin looked over at his friend and nodded. “Yeah, I’m his dirty little secret.” Justin shook his head, unable to believe he’d fallen for Brian’s bullshit again. He went to walk away, but Brian grasped his arm and spun him around.
“You’re not my dirty little secret.”
“Emmett, is it? Nice to meet you, I’m Cam. You hungry?” Cam said to Emmett.
Justin struggled to get his arm free, stepping away from the older man, anger finally showing on his face. “What, the fuck, am I then?” When Brian didn’t answer, he carried on. “I’m not your friend, because we all know you don’t fuck friends. I’m not your lover because Brian Kinney doesn’t do relationships, and to earn the title of lover it has to be more than a roll in the hay. I’m not a friend, or a lover, so you don’t need to tell your friends about us, right? In my book, that makes me your dirty little secret.”
“Nice to meet you too, Cam, and I’m starving.” Emmett helped Cam up from the chair.
“You’re not my dirty little secret, stop saying that. The reason I didn’t tell this lot,” he waved his arm at Emmett, “Is because it’s none of their god-damned business.”
“Go home Brian, go back to your adoring fans and faceless fucks. I poured my soul out to you last week and you didn’t give a shit.”
“Let’s go out for dinner.” Cam didn’t want to witness this particular argument.
Brian stalked towards Justin, until they were face to face, almost touching, and Justin had to look up into Brian’s eyes. “You’re the guy I fuck more than once.”
“Don’t you need to get dressed first, Cam?” Emmett asked.
Cameron looked down and realised he was only in his boxers. “Oh, yeah, you can help me, let’s go.”
Justin grabbed Brian’s jacket from the back of the sofa and threw it at him. “ Not anymore, you can go back to your no repeats policy, because, believe me, if I’m just the guy you fuck more than once, I don’t want to know anymore. I can get a regular fuck else where and he won’t be half so much trouble as you are.”
“Fuck, Justin…this didn’t seem to bother you before. For the last month I’ve been coming over here and fucking your brains out.”
“Yeah, you were, and you know what else we did? We went out, we had dinner, you talked to me like an equal and just when I decide I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us, or any barriers when we were in bed, you bolt.”
“I had to sort it out in my own head, before I could soothe yours.” Brian ran a hand through his hair impatiently.
“I wanted to touch you without leather gloves between us. But I didn’t want to do that during sex and for you to stop, for the conversation to ruin the only thing we seem to be good at.”
“So you let me walk into your apartment while you’re making a tattoo gun, mutilating yourself, then you drop the bombshell of hepatitis and you don’t expect me to be freaked?”
“Did it ever occur to you that I couldn’t talk about it, that I couldn’t get my mouth around the words to just say it-that I had to take myself back to that dark place and show you because unspoken words, just weren’t enough? Though, if all I am to you is the guy you fuck more than once, I don’t know why I bothered.”
Brian paced slightly, his thoughts not allowing him to stay still like Justin. He span on his heels, facing Justin, mouth open to say something before shutting and opening again. “This is hard for me you know. The only other thing I’ve had even halfway resembling a relationship was with you when you were seventeen. Relationships are bullshit. Lovers end up hating each other and friends take advantage.” He started pacing again. “I don’t want that with you.”
“And you won’t get it. I’m not in this to beat you, I’m not in it because I want your genes and I’m not going to whine because you have a life outside my limited circle of friends.” Justin crossed his arms. “What you will get is my respect, but I want it in return.”
“You already do. I respect how you’ve come out of all this on top, but I’m scared of what could have happened, all the what ifs playing through my mind like a silent movie. I should have found you, saved you.”
“I don’t need you to save me, Brian, and I didn’t need you then. This isn’t about need. I want you, I actually like you, and I hope you feel the same.”
“Oh, I do…want me to prove it to you?”
Justin shook his head slowly. “Yeah, I do. But not like that. If you want sex right now, you can go find a trick.”
“Stay at mine.” He stopped pacing, making Justin jump a little.
“What?” Justin gave Brian a puzzled look.
“Stay at mine, when you visit Daphne, stay at the loft with me. I can guarantee you won’t be a secret. I can’t guarantee it won’t be dirty though.”
Cameron and Emmett slipped out of the front door unnoticed.
***
Diva was booming with gay men in an array of multicoloured clothes, grinding to the beat of popular dance music. It sounded wrong to Justin’s ears, and he didn’t recognise the song, even though it was recent.
This certainly wasn’t his scene anymore, but Emmett seemed to love it. Drag queens with big dresses and bigger hair danced on podiums in the middle of a revolving dance floor and scantily clad men sauntered around the crowd offering shots to anyone silly enough to pay their prices.
Emmett had two.
“This is a fantastic place.” Emmett shouted, clapping his hands to the beat.
They stood at the edge of the revolving dance floor, watching the men dance past them. Justin and Cam stood close to each other, unconsciously seeking each other out whilst in strange territory.
They stuck out like sore thumbs, the only men there to be heavily tattooed, and it gained them attention.
“Why haven’t you ever brought me here?” Brian asked, leaning down until his lips touched the shell of Justin’s ear.
“I wanted to show you *my* world. This is just showing the scene to Emmett.”
“Maybe you can show me the scene after we’ve had a dance.” Brian leered at Justin, but Justin just looked up.
“You can see the scene from here.”
A balcony stretched around the whole club, and Brian could just make out bare flesh upon bare flesh through the flicker of the lights. It made his dick go hard.
“Lets dance, Em.” Justin pulled him onto the dance floor, Cameron followed, laughing.
Justin looked over to Brian and nodded his head, “Coming?” He shouted as the dance floor rotated. He gave Brian the choice of dancing with friends or fucking some stranger on the balcony. It came as a surprise when Brian joined in with them, Justin was sure the temptation of a strange ass and strange fucking place would lure him away.
Maybe Brian was changing too.
Justin wasn’t paying attention as he let Emmett into the apartment. It took him a full thirty seconds before seeing the tall and brooding brunette sitting on the sofa. At the same time he noticed Brian, Emmett let out a shriek, making Justin’s ears ring.
“Brian?” Emmett exclaimed, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
Brian stood, not liking the disadvantage of being lower than everyone else. Cameron sat where he was, happy to be a silent onlooker.
“Yeah, Brian, why are you here?” Justin’s face was void of emotion, eyes like ice chips.
“Why else would I be here? I came to see you.”
Unaware of the tension between the two men, Emmett gave Justin a Debbie-sized hug. “It’s amazing, to think that we both picked the same weekend to visit. Great minds and all that, hey, Brian?”
Brian didn’t answer, his eyes were fixed on Justin, who carefully disentangled himself from Emmett’s grasp.
“Amazing, right?” Outwardly Justin was calm, blank, but inside he was seething, because knowing, and actually *knowing* Brian hadn’t told his friends about his weekly visits were two different things. “Emmett tells me, you’ve been busy practically every weekend for the past month. What have you been doing? Were you with clients, drumming up business, or is that just what you told Mikey?”
“You mean…”Emmett’s voice trailed off when he realised he wasn’t witnessing the first reunion of Brian and Justin.
Justin looked over at his friend and nodded. “Yeah, I’m his dirty little secret.” Justin shook his head, unable to believe he’d fallen for Brian’s bullshit again. He went to walk away, but Brian grasped his arm and spun him around.
“You’re not my dirty little secret.”
“Emmett, is it? Nice to meet you, I’m Cam. You hungry?” Cam said to Emmett.
Justin struggled to get his arm free, stepping away from the older man, anger finally showing on his face. “What, the fuck, am I then?” When Brian didn’t answer, he carried on. “I’m not your friend, because we all know you don’t fuck friends. I’m not your lover because Brian Kinney doesn’t do relationships, and to earn the title of lover it has to be more than a roll in the hay. I’m not a friend, or a lover, so you don’t need to tell your friends about us, right? In my book, that makes me your dirty little secret.”
“Nice to meet you too, Cam, and I’m starving.” Emmett helped Cam up from the chair.
“You’re not my dirty little secret, stop saying that. The reason I didn’t tell this lot,” he waved his arm at Emmett, “Is because it’s none of their god-damned business.”
“Go home Brian, go back to your adoring fans and faceless fucks. I poured my soul out to you last week and you didn’t give a shit.”
“Let’s go out for dinner.” Cam didn’t want to witness this particular argument.
Brian stalked towards Justin, until they were face to face, almost touching, and Justin had to look up into Brian’s eyes. “You’re the guy I fuck more than once.”
“Don’t you need to get dressed first, Cam?” Emmett asked.
Cameron looked down and realised he was only in his boxers. “Oh, yeah, you can help me, let’s go.”
Justin grabbed Brian’s jacket from the back of the sofa and threw it at him. “ Not anymore, you can go back to your no repeats policy, because, believe me, if I’m just the guy you fuck more than once, I don’t want to know anymore. I can get a regular fuck else where and he won’t be half so much trouble as you are.”
“Fuck, Justin…this didn’t seem to bother you before. For the last month I’ve been coming over here and fucking your brains out.”
“Yeah, you were, and you know what else we did? We went out, we had dinner, you talked to me like an equal and just when I decide I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us, or any barriers when we were in bed, you bolt.”
“I had to sort it out in my own head, before I could soothe yours.” Brian ran a hand through his hair impatiently.
“I wanted to touch you without leather gloves between us. But I didn’t want to do that during sex and for you to stop, for the conversation to ruin the only thing we seem to be good at.”
“So you let me walk into your apartment while you’re making a tattoo gun, mutilating yourself, then you drop the bombshell of hepatitis and you don’t expect me to be freaked?”
“Did it ever occur to you that I couldn’t talk about it, that I couldn’t get my mouth around the words to just say it-that I had to take myself back to that dark place and show you because unspoken words, just weren’t enough? Though, if all I am to you is the guy you fuck more than once, I don’t know why I bothered.”
Brian paced slightly, his thoughts not allowing him to stay still like Justin. He span on his heels, facing Justin, mouth open to say something before shutting and opening again. “This is hard for me you know. The only other thing I’ve had even halfway resembling a relationship was with you when you were seventeen. Relationships are bullshit. Lovers end up hating each other and friends take advantage.” He started pacing again. “I don’t want that with you.”
“And you won’t get it. I’m not in this to beat you, I’m not in it because I want your genes and I’m not going to whine because you have a life outside my limited circle of friends.” Justin crossed his arms. “What you will get is my respect, but I want it in return.”
“You already do. I respect how you’ve come out of all this on top, but I’m scared of what could have happened, all the what ifs playing through my mind like a silent movie. I should have found you, saved you.”
“I don’t need you to save me, Brian, and I didn’t need you then. This isn’t about need. I want you, I actually like you, and I hope you feel the same.”
“Oh, I do…want me to prove it to you?”
Justin shook his head slowly. “Yeah, I do. But not like that. If you want sex right now, you can go find a trick.”
“Stay at mine.” He stopped pacing, making Justin jump a little.
“What?” Justin gave Brian a puzzled look.
“Stay at mine, when you visit Daphne, stay at the loft with me. I can guarantee you won’t be a secret. I can’t guarantee it won’t be dirty though.”
Cameron and Emmett slipped out of the front door unnoticed.
***
Diva was booming with gay men in an array of multicoloured clothes, grinding to the beat of popular dance music. It sounded wrong to Justin’s ears, and he didn’t recognise the song, even though it was recent.
This certainly wasn’t his scene anymore, but Emmett seemed to love it. Drag queens with big dresses and bigger hair danced on podiums in the middle of a revolving dance floor and scantily clad men sauntered around the crowd offering shots to anyone silly enough to pay their prices.
Emmett had two.
“This is a fantastic place.” Emmett shouted, clapping his hands to the beat.
They stood at the edge of the revolving dance floor, watching the men dance past them. Justin and Cam stood close to each other, unconsciously seeking each other out whilst in strange territory.
They stuck out like sore thumbs, the only men there to be heavily tattooed, and it gained them attention.
“Why haven’t you ever brought me here?” Brian asked, leaning down until his lips touched the shell of Justin’s ear.
“I wanted to show you *my* world. This is just showing the scene to Emmett.”
“Maybe you can show me the scene after we’ve had a dance.” Brian leered at Justin, but Justin just looked up.
“You can see the scene from here.”
A balcony stretched around the whole club, and Brian could just make out bare flesh upon bare flesh through the flicker of the lights. It made his dick go hard.
“Lets dance, Em.” Justin pulled him onto the dance floor, Cameron followed, laughing.
Justin looked over to Brian and nodded his head, “Coming?” He shouted as the dance floor rotated. He gave Brian the choice of dancing with friends or fucking some stranger on the balcony. It came as a surprise when Brian joined in with them, Justin was sure the temptation of a strange ass and strange fucking place would lure him away.
Maybe Brian was changing too.