Guy hated Pittsburgh. Let that be clear from the start. He absolutely hated Pittsburgh. The stench, the people... it was fucking horrible.
So when Brian had suggested they go out, Guy wanted to reply that he'd already gone out and wasn't going to anymore. He had settled on the idea that this was a passing thing and he was fine drinking Jack Daniels until that moment.
The mention of Bablyon made him curious though. Michael mentioned of it on the island and it sounded like a place he could live with in this otherwise hated place.
So he went along.
The music was horrible. Let that be clear from the start. It didn't even qualify as music. The only indication that it was were that people were dancing to it. Men, to be exact. Plenty of them. Dancing like Michael described. In spite of himself a grin appeared on his face. Maybe this place had some little things that weren't completely abdominal.
Brian had nearly forgotten about Guy, but as he surveyed the room, taking in his club, he spotted the man. Sighing inwardly he rolled his eyes and made his way over to him, shouting to be heard over the pulsing music.
"Welcome to my world, Guy Burgess. Come have a drink. On the house." It was easy to be magnanimous when you were on top of the fucking world.
Why in the name of God's arse did the music have to be so fucking loud? What was the point? Particularly when the music was scarcesly music to begin with. "Rather tacky a world." He murmured inaudibly.
The point was to feel that bass beat deep in your bones. It was primal, it was sex, and it translated into the moving, gyrating bodies that made Brian love the place.
Brian grinned and led the way back to the bar, leaning over it to get the bartender's attention and then looking back at Guy. "What do you want?" Before Guy could answer, he turned back and told the bartender, "He's my guest tonight. Give him anything he wants." The bartender nodded quickly and turned an inquisitive look on Guy, poised to make any drink asked.
Ah, Babylon. Michael and Ben had been going less-and-less... Well, OK, Ben had been going less-and-less, Michael was free to do as he would, but finals were coming up, and Ben was rarely seen in public unless it was at the diner and up to his ass in books.
Clad in a very tight black shirt and jeans with the very same qalifier and Michael's hand in his, Ben walked through the door and smiled. Something about Babylon seemed... brighter ever since Brian had taken it over. Maybe because it was run with so much love, now...
But, fuck, it was Babylon. Love had nothing to do with it.
True, Michael would go most nights to make Brian happy, since he was still concerned about his friend due to Justin being gone and Gus in Canada. And he'd arrive home around midnight and drag his professor into bed so he'd be awake for class the next day. But tonight was special since Ben was here with it. Babylon was fun...but Michael never really had fun unless his husband was there with him.
Michael was wearing just his normal jeans and a slightly tighter then normal t-shirt, since it seemed to drive Ben crazier when he didn't dress up to go out. And honestly, Ben looked hot...but he couldn't wait until he had an excuse to take off the professor's shirt. What was the point of being married to the hottest guy in Pittsburgh if he couldn't show it off?
With his hand wrapped in Ben's, Michael looked through the bodies for Brian and when he saw him, made his way over.
It was one of the most frustrating things in the world to have made such an amazing discovery and not even be able to tell his best friend 'I own Babylon!'. Brian just smirked as he saw them coming toward him, however, trying to keep his cool. "Mikey! Professor...glad you could make it. Have a drink."
It did, in fact, drive Ben crazier when Michael dressed down because it was Michael. Jeans and a tee-shirt was practically written in his fucking aura, and there wasn't a thing about the other man that wasn't sexy as hell.
Ben decided to let him know this by wrapping both arms around him from behind, pulling him close, and kissing his cheek.
"Hey, Brian. I... want to dance." He came out from behind Mikey and took a hand. "Care to join me?"
Guy had grown accustomed to the loudness of the music, and was standing upstairs, gazing over the dancing crowd. It wasn't long before he noticed a familiar body dancing intensely and wrapped by a shirtless torso of Ben Bloody Bruckner The Git. Dancing intensely. Cheerfully. Possesively.
He wished he didn't care - this was not the Michael he knew, after all. But he did care. He did mind. He did fucking mind a lot.
Brian had already gotten a blowjob, and decided it was time to get a drink and do some people watching--by which he meant scope out the crowd for his next trick, of course
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Guy's eyes didn't stray from the dance-floor as he accepted the drink and took a generous gulp. He wasn't in the mood for Brian's smug comments and so he didn't bother saying anything.
For once, Brian didn't seem to have many smug comments to share anyway. He just took a sip of his whiskey and watched people dancing for several seconds before saying just loud enough to be heard over the music, "You know it never would've lasted anyway."
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So when Brian had suggested they go out, Guy wanted to reply that he'd already gone out and wasn't going to anymore. He had settled on the idea that this was a passing thing and he was fine drinking Jack Daniels until that moment.
The mention of Bablyon made him curious though. Michael mentioned of it on the island and it sounded like a place he could live with in this otherwise hated place.
So he went along.
The music was horrible. Let that be clear from the start. It didn't even qualify as music. The only indication that it was were that people were dancing to it. Men, to be exact. Plenty of them. Dancing like Michael described. In spite of himself a grin appeared on his face. Maybe this place had some little things that weren't completely abdominal.
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"Welcome to my world, Guy Burgess. Come have a drink. On the house." It was easy to be magnanimous when you were on top of the fucking world.
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"Please." He shouted above the music.
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Brian grinned and led the way back to the bar, leaning over it to get the bartender's attention and then looking back at Guy. "What do you want?" Before Guy could answer, he turned back and told the bartender, "He's my guest tonight. Give him anything he wants." The bartender nodded quickly and turned an inquisitive look on Guy, poised to make any drink asked.
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Clad in a very tight black shirt and jeans with the very same qalifier and Michael's hand in his, Ben walked through the door and smiled. Something about Babylon seemed... brighter ever since Brian had taken it over. Maybe because it was run with so much love, now...
But, fuck, it was Babylon. Love had nothing to do with it.
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Michael was wearing just his normal jeans and a slightly tighter then normal t-shirt, since it seemed to drive Ben crazier when he didn't dress up to go out. And honestly, Ben looked hot...but he couldn't wait until he had an excuse to take off the professor's shirt. What was the point of being married to the hottest guy in Pittsburgh if he couldn't show it off?
With his hand wrapped in Ben's, Michael looked through the bodies for Brian and when he saw him, made his way over.
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Ben decided to let him know this by wrapping both arms around him from behind, pulling him close, and kissing his cheek.
"Hey, Brian. I... want to dance." He came out from behind Mikey and took a hand. "Care to join me?"
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He wished he didn't care - this was not the Michael he knew, after all. But he did care. He did mind. He did fucking mind a lot.
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