The 100 Mile Rule

"Step back Jac. Move over Natalia. Nice knowing you Tyra. There's a new peacock of the catwalk, and his name is Brian Kinney. This renegade super-stud stole the show in what would have otherwise been just another mundane fashion event at Pittsburgh's Gay & Lesbian Center. The bold newcomer literally trampled the competition, capturing the spotlight in a Franco menswear suit that is turning out to be a best seller for the Italian designer. " Brian had read the In-Style article so many times that he could almost quote it verbatim. He especially liked the part about him trampling the competition. Stepping on the pompous Dr. David Cameron felt great, almost as great at the lightning speed punch that sent him flying face first onto the entrance of the catwalk. Brian could still hear the crowd's reaction. First came the gasps when David initially hit the floor, then the laughter when the good doctor split his pants while struggling to get to his feet. Finally there was the exhilaration when Brian used his fallen comrade's back as a stepping stone to strut his way down the catwalk, and into video viral history. Thanks to YouTube, by morning the runway fiasco was all over the four major Pittsburgh news broadcasts. Tony was furious about the humiliation Brian had caused his friend, and warned him that repercussions were sure to follow. At the most David would file assault charges, at the very least Brian would be charged the price of the expensive suit that he destroyed. Much to everyone's surprise, instead of being punished for his action, Brian was flown to New York for another Franco showing. The event went off without a hitch, with Brian delivering a more subdued, but equally dynamic performance. The audience remembered him, and responded with a round of applause at his appearance. This fashion modeling was certainly something Brian could get used to, especially the backstage dressing area. Not since his last White Party in Sydney had Brian seen so many gorgeous, half naked men gathered in one area. One blonde in particular had repeatedly caught his eye. He was among the stable of models flown in to help Franco present his new spring line. In another life the old Brian Kinney would have pounced on that ass. Alas, sometimes even Brian marveled at how civilized he had become.

Anxious to find out how everything went, Justin had given Brian explicit instructions to telephone home after the show. With the backstage excitement finally dying down, Brian pressed the speed dial button on his cell phone. "It's me baby. Everything went fine, just like I told you it would. No, I didn't cause a commotion. Where's Tony? I'm going back to the hotel, and have a little dinner, and get some sleep. My flight leaves at ten o'clock in the morning. You two keep each other warm tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow. Later." Brian closed his phone, and tucked it inside his jacket pocket.

"Checking in. How sweet," an unfamiliar voice said.

Brian turned around to find the hot mystery blonde he had been eyeing all evening from afar. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that it was impolite to listen in on private calls?" Brian said.

"I apologize. It wasn't my intention to listen in. I only wanted to get a closer look at the fabulous Peacock," the young man said.

"So now you've seen me," Brian said.

"Yes I have, and I'd like to see more. Where are you staying tonight?" the young man asked.

Blondie was even more beautiful up close with bewitching green eyes, and hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Brian's eyes traveled down the stranger's well defined chest to the plunging, black tank top that peaked out from underneath his leather jacket. Yes, he was a tempting morsel indeed. "I have to go." Brian walked away.

Not one who was used to being turned down, the young man followed. "You've already checked in. You're free for the rest of the night," he said.

Brian proceeded outside, and signaled for the next taxi in line. "Shouldn't you be somewhere checking in with someone, instead of following me?" he asked.

"I don't have a curfew, or a need to check in. My boyfriend and I follow the 100mile rule," the young man replied.

Brian was not unfamiliar with the 100mile rule, the unspoken law that gave lovers the right to cheat if their partner is at least 100 miles away. It was a test of character that many men faced, and most men failed. This was Brian's first time completely on his own as a "married man", and he was determined to prove to himself that David was wrong. The new Brian Kinney was changed for the better, and was quite capable of making good on his commitment to both of his husbands. Besides, what could Blondie possibly have to offer that was better than what awaited him at home? "No, thanks," Brian said.

"Are you sure? It's going to be a long, lonely night." The young man refused to take no for an answer.

"Persistent fuck, aren't you?" Brian continued to wait for his cab.

"I prefer to think of myself as a man who knows what he wants, and tonight I want you. Come on, Peacock. You don't know what you're missing." The young man smiled.

It's funny how a certain word, or a phrase will trigger a man's natural instincts. Brian was almost home free until he heard the old cliché: You don't know what you're missing. Suddenly an innocent proposition only moments ago was now a challenge. The thrill of the hunt was on, this time with a new twist. The old Brian Kinney was not required to explain his actions. He answered to himself only, and offered no apologies, no regrets. The new Brian Kinney would have to be cunning, and deceptive as to avoid any repercussions for his actions. Since distance alone wasn't always a go for the 100mile rule, Brian began to analyze his situation. There needed to be an assurance of anonymity. Ideally no names would be exchanged that could later be blurted out again at the wrong time. It was also better if both parties had something of equal value to lose if their liaison came to light. Brian noted that Blondie had not offered his name, but he had made it a point of mentioning that there was a boyfriend back home. The conditions for a 100 mile tryst certainly seemed right.

The taxi finally pulled up, and Brian leaned over to open the car door. Before entering, he glanced over his shoulder at Blondie. "Hop in," he said.


 

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The following Monday morning found Dr. David Cameron going over his list of early appointments. With his YouTube video still among the most viewed, the highly respected chiropractor was now somewhat of a video viral celebrity, as well as the brunt of jokes among his peers. Much to Tony's surprise, David decided not to press assault charges against Brian. Even more surprising was when David paid Franco for the suit that was destroyed in the fall. Dr. Cameron insisted that there were no hard feelings. What Brian did was done in the name of good showmanship. In fact, it was David who talked Franco into using the fabulous Peacock in his New York runway show.

"Dr. Cameron, Dexter Maningly is here to see you. He does not have an appointment," David's receptionist announced over his speakerphone.

"I'll see him," David answered.

Dr. David Cameron was known for his athlete clients. Not only was he the official chiropractor for Pittsburgh's "Ironmen" football team, professional dancers from as far away as New York have been know to make the trip to experience the healing hands of the talented doctor. One such dancer/model was a tall slender blond, with bewitching green eyes. David's receptionist watched as the unscheduled client strutted past her desk to the examining room.

David rounded his desk to greet his guest. "Dex, how are you? How was New York?" he asked.

"New York was interesting." Dex plopped down in the chair.

David returned to his seat, behind his desk. "I want to hear all about it. Did he take the bait?"

"Not only did he take it, he swallowed it." Dex smirked.

"And you were worried about him recognizing you," David said.

"I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and the bastard didn't even remember me. I guess that's what happens when your bed is a revolving door," Dex said.

"Do you have anything for me?" David asked.

"As a matter of fact I do." Dex reached inside his front jean pocket, and pulled out a piece of jewelry. "Brian was wearing this around his neck, underneath his clothing. It must have some special meaning for him because he refused to take it off for the runway show. Franco was pissed because he had to adjust the clothing around it."

"Wow." David immediately recognized the black Tahitian pearl, on the leather cord. Tony had one just like it.

Dex placed the necklace in David's hand. "Will that do?" he asked.

"This is perfect." David smiled. "So what's your fee? How much do I owe you?"

With his mission accomplished, Dex stood to leave. "You don't owe me nothing doc. It serves the bastard right for not calling me when he promised that he would. I hope you give him hell."

David continued to eye the necklace in his hand as Dex exited the room. Infidelity and deceit, this would certainly be the deal breaker for Tony. With any luck, Justin would wise up, and leave the whore of Babylon as well. David twirled the necklace between his fingers, then stuffed it inside the front pocket of his trousers. All he had to do now was wait for the right time to present the evidence to Tony.

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