B/J fanfic
This is my first time posting here. It seems like a great place to post stories. Here's my very first B/J story, Unwanted Attention. It's also on the B/J fanfic site. Hope you like it!!!!
“Come on, Brian. It’s just dinner it’s not a big deal,” Justin complains. His mom had invited them for dinner tomorrow night, over a week ago. And Brian was still refusing to go. Getting off the couch, he walks to the bedroom, watching Brian get dressed for a night at Babylon. They both had been working hard this past week and decided that a night out would do them good.
“It’s not just dinner; it’s dinner at your mom’s house,” Brian snaps back, buttoning up his black shirt. Justin had been harping about this dinner all week and Brian was tired of hearing about it. He had told Justin that he didn’t want to go, but Justin kept trying to change his mind.
“Brian, it’s important that I go, she wants me to meet her new boyfriend.” Justin says, following Brian out of the bedroom.
“Well then, you go, I don’t have to.” Brian replies, walking over to his desk to shutdown the computer. Looking back at Justin, Brian realizes that his lover isn’t going to let this
“It would be nice if you were there. This is the first time she’s wanted me to meet one of her boyfriends since the divorce. I think she might be serious about him. And it’s weird to think of my mom with anybody else besides my dad.” As Justin is talking, he walks over to Brian and put his arms around him. “I know that he’s a total ass, and she’s better off without him, but it’s hard to get over the fact that my mom is single and dating.”
Brian looks down at Justin, and smirks, “Even Mother-Taylor deserves a sex life.”
“God Brian! I really don’t want to think about my mom having sex.” Disgusted, Justin pushes away from Brian and goes back to the bedroom to get his jacket. While putting it on, Justin tries again to get Brian to go tomorrow. “I thought that we were going to give us a real try, now that I’m back from California.”
“Just because we’re together doesn’t mean I’m obligated to play the part of the besotted boyfriend.” With that being said Brian reaches around Justin and grabs his jacket off the couch.
“Brian--” Justin starts to say.
“No, Justin! We aren’t married and I’m not going to dinner at my mother-in-laws,” Brian sneers as he stalks out of the loft. Reaching the elevator, he turns back and looks at Justin.
“You coming?”
Justin, rolling his eyes, strides out the door and past Brian. Both men are silent as they ride down the elevator and out to the corvette. They reach Babylon and walk past the line of queens waiting to get inside. As they near the door, Justin decides to try and convince Brian to go to dinner a final time. “Look, Brian we’re partners. That means we’re supposed to do things together, including dinner at my mom’s house.”
On the way to the bar, Brian yells back at Justin, “There’re no locks on our door---”
“---and we can come and go as we please,” Justin finishes, pushing past Brian to the bar.
Justin orders a double Jim Beam, as he nods hello at the gang already at the bar. Emmett, sensing something is amiss, puts his arm around Justin’s shoulders and asks, “What’s wrong, princess?”
Justin looks up and replies, “Nothing, just Brian being Brian,” looking slightly annoyed.
Brian turns his head towards Justin and snarks, “I thought you liked me being me?”
Ted chuckles, “Trouble in paradise?”
Ignoring Ted’s comment, Justin replies, “Not when you’re being an ass.”
With that, Brian pushes away from the bar, and calls over his shoulder, “Well, I guess I should find someone who doesn’t mind me being an ass.”
Michael looks up from his drink, and retorts, “Good luck!” Causing Ben to chuckle.
Emmett looks back at Justin, “Come on, honey, don’t let him ruin your night.” Justin just smiles and leans back against the bar.
As the next song blasts over the speakers, Michael gets up, pulling on Ben’s arm. “Let’s dance!”
“I’m going to sit this one out, take Ted,” Ben says. Ted looks up from his mineral water, “Sure, it’s been awhile since I’ve danced.” With that, the two of them leave the bar.
Ben turns to Justin, “So, how are your classes going this semester?”
“Yeah, honey, how are those big, bad professors treating you?” Emmett says, with a wink in Ben’s direction.
Before Justin can reply, a voice interrupts and asks, “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” Justin looks pointedly at the drink sitting on the bar behind him, “Thanks, I’ve already got one.” Justin turns his head back to Ben and Emmett, dismissing the eager trick.
“I’m not going to take no for an answer,” the trick says, as he slides his right arm behind Justin’s back and rests it on the bar.
Justin looks back at him and says, “You’re going to have to, I don’t feel like slumming tonight,” causing Ben and Emmett to laugh.
Not willing to give up, the trick leans in and whispers in Justin’s ear, “I want to fuck your ass all night.” Justin snorts, “Dream on. Now, fuck off.”
Still refusing to back down, the trick grabs Justin’s crotch. Startled, Justin yells, “Hey!”
Ben, having witnessed enough, pulls the trick off Justin and says, “Back off.” The trick conceding defeat, raises his hands in surrender and disappears into the crowd. Emmett puts his arm around Justin. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Justin nods and picks up his glass of JB, downing it in one drink. After awhile Justin starts to lose himself in the music.
“I’m going to dance.” Justin says, wanting to go catch up with Brain before he drags some nameless trick into the backroom. He pushes off the bar and heads towards the dance floor. After taking a couple of steps, the room starts spinning, causing him to stumble.
Emmett reaches out and grabs his arm, “Are you feeling alright?”
Justin shakes his head no, “I don’t feel so good, I think I’m going to be sick.” Ben then grabs Justin’s other arm and helps Emmett lead Justin down the steps to the restroom.
Halfway down the steps, Justin feels like he’s going to pass out, “I need to sit down.”
After taking one look at Justin’s ashen complexion, Emmett and Ben help Justin sit down on the steps to control the dizziness.
Emmett crouches in front of Justin, “What did you take tonight, baby?”
Justin shakes his head, “Nothing.”
Ben places his hand on Justin’s forehead, “How much have you had to drink?”
Justin replies, his speech slurred, “Just the one shot of JB.”
Ben looks over at Emmett, “I’ll go find Brian.” As he gets to the top of the stairs, Ben spots Brian dancing with Michael and Ted. Michael sees Ben and waves him over, causing Brian and Ted to look up. But Ben shakes his head and motions the three of them over. Only Michael and Ted walk over to Ben, Brian refusing to be bothered, continues to dance.
“What’s up, sweetie?” Michael asks Ben.
“Get Brian, I think Justin has been drugged.” With that, Ben and Ted hurry back to Justin.
When Michael reaches Brain’s side, he says, “We need to go. Justin’s been drugged.”
Brian immediately pushes past Michael, feeling fear run through his body at the thought of Justin being hurt, and heads towards the direction he saw Ben and Ted go. Brian runs down the stairs and sees Justin slumped against the railing, with Emmett kneeling in front of him. He pushes Emmett out of the way, and places his hand against Justin’s cheek.
Justin turns his head towards Brian, and mumbles, “Bri?” Then he leans his forehead against Brian’s chest, his last thought before passing out is that Brian will protect him.
Realizing Justin’s unconscious, Brian panics, and picks him up. “What the fuck happened?” He yells at Ben and Emmett, carrying Justin out of Babylon.
“We’ll explain later, let’s just get him to the hospital.” Ben replies, helping Brian put Justin in the corvette.
On the way to Ted’s car, Michael shouts to Brian, “We’ll meet you at the hospital!”
“Come on, Brian. It’s just dinner it’s not a big deal,” Justin complains. His mom had invited them for dinner tomorrow night, over a week ago. And Brian was still refusing to go. Getting off the couch, he walks to the bedroom, watching Brian get dressed for a night at Babylon. They both had been working hard this past week and decided that a night out would do them good.
“It’s not just dinner; it’s dinner at your mom’s house,” Brian snaps back, buttoning up his black shirt. Justin had been harping about this dinner all week and Brian was tired of hearing about it. He had told Justin that he didn’t want to go, but Justin kept trying to change his mind.
“Brian, it’s important that I go, she wants me to meet her new boyfriend.” Justin says, following Brian out of the bedroom.
“Well then, you go, I don’t have to.” Brian replies, walking over to his desk to shutdown the computer. Looking back at Justin, Brian realizes that his lover isn’t going to let this
“It would be nice if you were there. This is the first time she’s wanted me to meet one of her boyfriends since the divorce. I think she might be serious about him. And it’s weird to think of my mom with anybody else besides my dad.” As Justin is talking, he walks over to Brian and put his arms around him. “I know that he’s a total ass, and she’s better off without him, but it’s hard to get over the fact that my mom is single and dating.”
Brian looks down at Justin, and smirks, “Even Mother-Taylor deserves a sex life.”
“God Brian! I really don’t want to think about my mom having sex.” Disgusted, Justin pushes away from Brian and goes back to the bedroom to get his jacket. While putting it on, Justin tries again to get Brian to go tomorrow. “I thought that we were going to give us a real try, now that I’m back from California.”
“Just because we’re together doesn’t mean I’m obligated to play the part of the besotted boyfriend.” With that being said Brian reaches around Justin and grabs his jacket off the couch.
“Brian--” Justin starts to say.
“No, Justin! We aren’t married and I’m not going to dinner at my mother-in-laws,” Brian sneers as he stalks out of the loft. Reaching the elevator, he turns back and looks at Justin.
“You coming?”
Justin, rolling his eyes, strides out the door and past Brian. Both men are silent as they ride down the elevator and out to the corvette. They reach Babylon and walk past the line of queens waiting to get inside. As they near the door, Justin decides to try and convince Brian to go to dinner a final time. “Look, Brian we’re partners. That means we’re supposed to do things together, including dinner at my mom’s house.”
On the way to the bar, Brian yells back at Justin, “There’re no locks on our door---”
“---and we can come and go as we please,” Justin finishes, pushing past Brian to the bar.
Justin orders a double Jim Beam, as he nods hello at the gang already at the bar. Emmett, sensing something is amiss, puts his arm around Justin’s shoulders and asks, “What’s wrong, princess?”
Justin looks up and replies, “Nothing, just Brian being Brian,” looking slightly annoyed.
Brian turns his head towards Justin and snarks, “I thought you liked me being me?”
Ted chuckles, “Trouble in paradise?”
Ignoring Ted’s comment, Justin replies, “Not when you’re being an ass.”
With that, Brian pushes away from the bar, and calls over his shoulder, “Well, I guess I should find someone who doesn’t mind me being an ass.”
Michael looks up from his drink, and retorts, “Good luck!” Causing Ben to chuckle.
Emmett looks back at Justin, “Come on, honey, don’t let him ruin your night.” Justin just smiles and leans back against the bar.
As the next song blasts over the speakers, Michael gets up, pulling on Ben’s arm. “Let’s dance!”
“I’m going to sit this one out, take Ted,” Ben says. Ted looks up from his mineral water, “Sure, it’s been awhile since I’ve danced.” With that, the two of them leave the bar.
Ben turns to Justin, “So, how are your classes going this semester?”
“Yeah, honey, how are those big, bad professors treating you?” Emmett says, with a wink in Ben’s direction.
Before Justin can reply, a voice interrupts and asks, “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” Justin looks pointedly at the drink sitting on the bar behind him, “Thanks, I’ve already got one.” Justin turns his head back to Ben and Emmett, dismissing the eager trick.
“I’m not going to take no for an answer,” the trick says, as he slides his right arm behind Justin’s back and rests it on the bar.
Justin looks back at him and says, “You’re going to have to, I don’t feel like slumming tonight,” causing Ben and Emmett to laugh.
Not willing to give up, the trick leans in and whispers in Justin’s ear, “I want to fuck your ass all night.” Justin snorts, “Dream on. Now, fuck off.”
Still refusing to back down, the trick grabs Justin’s crotch. Startled, Justin yells, “Hey!”
Ben, having witnessed enough, pulls the trick off Justin and says, “Back off.” The trick conceding defeat, raises his hands in surrender and disappears into the crowd. Emmett puts his arm around Justin. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Justin nods and picks up his glass of JB, downing it in one drink. After awhile Justin starts to lose himself in the music.
“I’m going to dance.” Justin says, wanting to go catch up with Brain before he drags some nameless trick into the backroom. He pushes off the bar and heads towards the dance floor. After taking a couple of steps, the room starts spinning, causing him to stumble.
Emmett reaches out and grabs his arm, “Are you feeling alright?”
Justin shakes his head no, “I don’t feel so good, I think I’m going to be sick.” Ben then grabs Justin’s other arm and helps Emmett lead Justin down the steps to the restroom.
Halfway down the steps, Justin feels like he’s going to pass out, “I need to sit down.”
After taking one look at Justin’s ashen complexion, Emmett and Ben help Justin sit down on the steps to control the dizziness.
Emmett crouches in front of Justin, “What did you take tonight, baby?”
Justin shakes his head, “Nothing.”
Ben places his hand on Justin’s forehead, “How much have you had to drink?”
Justin replies, his speech slurred, “Just the one shot of JB.”
Ben looks over at Emmett, “I’ll go find Brian.” As he gets to the top of the stairs, Ben spots Brian dancing with Michael and Ted. Michael sees Ben and waves him over, causing Brian and Ted to look up. But Ben shakes his head and motions the three of them over. Only Michael and Ted walk over to Ben, Brian refusing to be bothered, continues to dance.
“What’s up, sweetie?” Michael asks Ben.
“Get Brian, I think Justin has been drugged.” With that, Ben and Ted hurry back to Justin.
When Michael reaches Brain’s side, he says, “We need to go. Justin’s been drugged.”
Brian immediately pushes past Michael, feeling fear run through his body at the thought of Justin being hurt, and heads towards the direction he saw Ben and Ted go. Brian runs down the stairs and sees Justin slumped against the railing, with Emmett kneeling in front of him. He pushes Emmett out of the way, and places his hand against Justin’s cheek.
Justin turns his head towards Brian, and mumbles, “Bri?” Then he leans his forehead against Brian’s chest, his last thought before passing out is that Brian will protect him.
Realizing Justin’s unconscious, Brian panics, and picks him up. “What the fuck happened?” He yells at Ben and Emmett, carrying Justin out of Babylon.
“We’ll explain later, let’s just get him to the hospital.” Ben replies, helping Brian put Justin in the corvette.
On the way to Ted’s car, Michael shouts to Brian, “We’ll meet you at the hospital!”