The Marble Wall

The 100mile rule, the unspoken law that gives lovers the right to cheat if their partner is at least 100miles away. It was a test of character that many men faced, and most men, including Brian Kinney failed. Brian's tryst with Blondie was over almost as quickly as it started, leaving him with an answer to the old cliché that lured him in the first place: "You don't know what you're missing." Indeed, it didn't take long for Brian to realize what he was missing.......

"Why aren't you at school?" Brian whispered.

"I wanted to be here to welcome you home." Justin assisted Brian out of his jacket.

"We're not at home. This is my place of business," Brian reminded him.

"But you're the boss. You can do anything you want." Justin undid Brian's tie, and allowed it to dangle across his shoulders.

"My client will be here at any minute," Brian said.

"Let him wait. I've been waiting for you all weekend." Justin pulled his husband in for a kiss.

"Ummm. I gave Tony strict orders to take care of you while I was away," Brian purred.

"He did." Justin unfastened the top button on Brian's shirt, and began working his way down. "Your necklace!"

"What?"

"Your choker, where's your choker?" Justin asked, referring to the black Tahitian pearl, extended on a leather cord that he had given both Brian, and Tony. The jeweler had assured Justin that no two pearls were exactly alike, which made them the perfect gifts for his two princes.

What happened to Justin's choker remained sketchy. Brian distinctly remembered removing the necklace, and laying it on the bedside table right before he fucked Blondie. In his morning haste perhaps the choker was left behind, or maybe Blondie was a collector who took it as a souvenir. It's funny how people change. Once upon a time, not so long ago such a trinket would not have mattered. Brian would have wrapped the choker around his dick, and used it as a cock ring on his trick. That would have been the highlight of his trip, and the fodder for juicy conversation over burgers, with friends at the Liberty Diner. Today, the loss of such a personal gift was an unpleasant reminder of an evening that Brian would prefer to forget. Brian felt nothing as he went through the same motions with Blondie that he had gone through hundreds, maybe thousands of times before with as many different men. No passion, no emotion, just the mindless mechanics of a cock fulfilling its duty. Only this time, for the first time Brian Kinney was left with feelings of regret. While talk shows may thrive on wayward lovers "manning up", and pouring out their hearts to beg for forgiveness, Brian knew that such was not the answer for his situation. There was no way Tony, or Justin would ever forgive him for such a careless indiscretion. The truth was overrated. Sometimes "manning up" meant taking the deed to the grave with you, and that's exactly what Brian decided to do.

"Those thieves. Someone stole my choker out of my bag backstage when I was dressing," Brian lied.

"Bastards." Justin continued his journey placing a kiss for each button that he undid on Brian's shirt.

Brian braced himself on his desk, and looked down at Justin unfastening his belt. "I missed you. I missed you both. I couldn't wait to get back home to you," he said.

Justin undid Brian's pants, and reached inside for his prize. "Tony should be here for the reunion. He could fuck me while I blow you, and you could watch." Justin smiled.

Brian caressed the back of Justin's head, and guided his face down onto his cock. "That sounds wonderful. We'll keep that in mind for tonight. Ummm." Brian closed his eyes.

"We could call him you know." Justin stopped long enough to say.

"What?" Brian continued to caress Justin's head.

"Let's get Tony on the phone, so he can listen in. It will be just like we're all together," Justin said.
 

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With the completion of "Camelot on Tremont" nearing its end, Tony was spending more and more time at the construction site. The builders' contract stipulated stiff penalties for every day that the project ran over, which often meant taking shortcuts to make the deadline date, shortcuts that Anthony Massey was not about to tolerate....

"Wait a minute. What is this?" Tony pointed to a slab of marble.

"That's the panel you ordered to connect the two units," the chief engineer said.

"What color is that?" Tony asked.

"Grey & black, just like you ordered," the engineer said.

Tony begged to differ. "I'll be damned if it is. That's silver!" he said.

"No, Mr. Massey. That's grey & black, just like you ordered," the engineer argued.

Tony beckoned for his assistant. "Everlee, tell me what color that is," he demanded.

"Silver & white?" Everlee said with caution.

"Did I order silver & white for this wall?" Tony pointed to the beams that connected the two units.

Everlee quickly scanned through her notes. "Nope. You distinctly ordered grey & black marble for that wall," she said.

Tony turned back to his chief engineer. "Don't try to bullshit me. I know exactly what I ordered. You do realize that my family, and I are going to live here, that this is going to be our home? This is not a goddamned hotel on the Las Vegas strip. Do not put that silver shit up on my walls! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mr. Massey." The engineer was cowed.

Tony's tirade was interrupted by his cell phone. A quick glace identified the caller. "Hi, baby, how was your flight? I'm at the loft, where are you? What?"

Brian gave Tony a quick assessment of what was taking place in his office, then held the phone down, next to Justin. "Umm. Ummm. Ummm.."

"Tony, is everything alright?" Everlee noticed the sudden change in her boss' demeanor.

"Ah...yeah. Everything's fine." Tony walked away, and continued listening. The sound of Justin's slurping, with Brian gasping in the background had taken the fight right out of Anthony Massey. Who the hell cared about grey or black, or silver marble? The only thing that mattered now was Tony's dick straining against his trousers. Thank god for suit jackets! "Ummm. Ummm. Ummm." Justin continued to suck away, with Brian now giving directions. "Faster baby. Right there. Oh, that's it. That's it. Oooh!"

"Tony?"

"What?" Tony turned to find Everlee standing behind him.

"We have to wrap it up here. You have a two o'clock appointment," Everlee reminded him.

"Ah...Listen. Please hold that thought, and I'll get back with you on that tonight," Tony told the mystery caller, and closed his cell phone. Damn it!

"Don't worry Mr. Massey, we'll get that marble exchanged for the black & grey one," the engineer assured him.

"The silver & black will be fine. Don't worry about it," Tony said.

 

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Penciled in amidst a full afternoon schedule was lunch with Dr. David Cameron. Tony's longtime friend insisted that he needed to see him. With The Plaza Hotel's Gazebo Restaurant booked solid with businessmen, and their power lunches, Mr. Massey's unexpected guest was escorted to a booth nearest the kitchen, known as the chef's table. David sat back, and watched The Gazebo's chefs as they whipped out their five star menu. "Can I get you something from the bar while you're waiting?" a waitress asked him.

No thanks. I think I'll wait for Tony." David dismissed her.

Within moments Tony made his arrival. He paused briefly to speak to the head chef, before proceeding to the exclusive dining table. David stood to greet him. "I've never sat at the chef's table before. It's interesting to see how the dishes are prepared," David said.

"It's quite a process to watch." Tony hugged his friend, and the two men slid into the booth.

"So how is the palace coming?" David asked.

"I've just come from there. It's almost done. The wall that separates Brian's loft from the unit next door is coming down today. There was a problem with a marble wall, and the floor still has to be finished, but all in all, we're running on schedule. Brian's furniture will be coming out of storage by the end of the month, and I'm having some of my things shipped in from Chicago," Tony said.

"This is incredible. I'll never understand why you would give up a beautiful estate in Chicago to come live in an apartment in Pittsburgh." David snickered.

It was comments like that, from well meaning friends that were starting to grate on Tony's nerves. It was nobody's business where he decided to live, and he wasn't in the mood to explain it to David again. David knew very well that Justin was still in school, and that Brian wasn't about to move too far away from Gus. Also, considering the money Tony was investing in its renovation, to call "Camelot on Tremont" just an apartment was down right insulting. Tony signaled for the waitress. The quicker he got rid of David, the faster he could make it to his boys.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Massey. May I get you, and your guest something from the bar?" she asked.

"I'll have a bourbon," Tony said.

"Same here," David ordered.

Tony waited until the waitress was out of hearing range before turning back to David. "So, what was so urgent that you needed to see me today?" he asked.

David cut straight to the chase. "I think I have something that belongs to one of your husbands," he said.

Tony watched David reach inside his suit jacket pocket, and pull out a black Tahitian pearl, on a black leather cord. Immediately he recognized the item. "That's Brian's. How did you get that?" Tony asked.

"A patient of mine happened upon it, and asked me to return it." David placed the choker in Tony's hand.

"A patient of yours?" Tony looked suspicious.

"He's a professional dancer, who happens to also moonlight as a model. He was one of Franco's models at Sunday's fashion show," David said.

Tony's heart sank. He didn't have to ask for any further explanation. The I-told-you-so expression on David's face was already giving him the middle, and the ending of the story. Even so, Tony forced himself to believe that there must be more to this than the obvious. Brian wasn't the same man who once cruised the backrooms of Liberty Avenue, and was the life of every circuit party from Pittsburgh to Sydney. There was no way that Brian would jeopardize The Royal Trio for a 100mile fuck. "How did your patient get Brian's necklace?" Tony asked.

"Do I really need to tell you, Lucky?" David said.

"Yes, I need to hear it." Tony held his breath.

"Brian fucked my patient when he was in New York. Apparently he was someone Brian had fucked before, and tossed out of bed. I guess that's what happens when you fuck everybody. You make enemies," David said.

"You set Brian up, didn't you?" Tony concluded.

"I did it for you, Lucky," David insisted. "I never told you about the first time I met Brian. Michael took me to Woody's to meet his friends. Emmett, and Ted were cordial, but Brian sent Michael to the bar for drinks, and tried to pick me up behind his best friend's back. Later Michael told me that Brian was testing me, to see if I would take the bait. I didn't take the bait, Lucky, but Brian did. He took it hook, line, and sinker, all night long."

The waitress returned with their drinks, and placed them down on the table. "Are you ready to order now, or shall I give you a few more minutes?" she asked.

"Give us a few more minutes," Tony managed to say.

This time it was David who waited until the waitress was out of hearing range. "I commend you for giving it your best shot, but you know what they say. You can't change a whore into a housewife. Brian cheated once, and you know that he's going to do it again, and again, and again until one day he slips up, and brings something home, something that could kill both you, and Justin. He lives by the dick. He's going to die by the dick."

Tony lifted his glass to his lips, and downed his bourbon with one gulp. "I don't want to see you anymore, David. Don't call me. Don't drop by my office. I don't want to do lunch with you. I don't want to run into you at the gym. If you see me coming your way, please cross the street. I don't want to be near you, not even by accident. Any friendship that we had is dead. As far as I'm concerned you're dead, so please leave now, before I have security throw you out."

"I'm leaving, Lucky, but before I go I want you to hear me out. I know right now your heart is breaking, but you have to come to your senses before it's too late. If you won't have me, at least take Justin, and move on. You deserve someone who loves you, someone you can trust, someone who won't put your life in danger. Lucky, you deserve a love of your own?" David said in parting.

The voices of the busy kitchen were drowned out by the dead silence in Tony's head as he watched his best friend slide out of the booth. Tony opened his hand, and looked at the black Tahitian pearl, suspended on a leather cord. "Mr. Massey, may I get you another bourbon?" the waitress returned.

"No," Tony said.

"I'll return later to take you and your guest's order," she said.

"My friend is gone. He won't be returning, and I won't be having lunch," Tony said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll just take this away." She reached for David's untouched drink.

Tony reached across the table, and touched the waitress' hand. "Leave it," he said.

 

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