The Royal Trio

"Swedish meatballs, stuffed mushroom caps, hot crab dip, hot artichoke dip, scallops wrapped in bacon and avocado, smoked salmon mold, two champagne fountains.."

"Make that three." Brian interrupted.

Cynthia paused to make the correction on her list. "Three champagne fountains, and for desert we'll have the usual assortment of fresh fruit, one chocolate fountain, and an assortment of handmade chocolate truffles."

"Excellent." Brian said.

"So what's the date, and the location for the affair?" Cynthia asked.

"This Saturday night, at Babylon." Brian said, then turned and began scanning his notes for his ten o'clock meeting.

Cynthia closed her day planner. "New client?" she asked.

"No, it's Tony's birthday." Brian said without looking up from his work.

"You sent for me, boss?" Ted entered Brian's office.

"Emmett is catering an affair for me this Saturday night. He'll be sending you the bill." Brian said.

"Really, what's the occasion?" Ted asked.

"It's Tony's birthday."

"You don't have to whisper, Cynthia." Brian looked up from his work. "Before you start cranking up the rumor mill, yes Tony and I are in a relationship."

Ted looked at Cynthia who appeared to be equally surprised by the morning revelation. "But what about Justin?" he asked.

"We're fucking him too." Brian placed his notes in his lapel pocket, and stood up. "Now if you ladies will excuse me. I have to go meet with my client."

Cynthia and Ted stepped aside, and watched the office door close behind their boss. "Did we just hear the same thing? Did Brian Kinney just say the R-word?" Ted wanted to make sure.

"You heard it too?" Cynthia continued to stare at the door.

"I heard it with my own ears." Ted confirmed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but did Brian also say that he, and Mr. Massey were BOTH fucking Justin?"

Cynthia turned, and looked at Ted. "Lucky Justin." she smiled.

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By the end of the day, word of Brian Kinney's birthday bash had reached the masses, and was the main topic of conversation among the dinner crowd at the Liberty Diner. The re-opening of Babylon earlier that summer had been marred when its new owner, Brian Kinney, was suddenly called away to attend to a sick friend. Rumor was circulated, and soon confirmed that the sick "friend" was Anthony Massey, owner of The Plaza Hotel, and former owner of Babylon. The latest gossip now had the handsome millionaire, and the infamous pride of Babylon paired in a romantic relationship. This perplexed many who were still coming to terms with the hot little blonde twink who appeared out of nowhere to snatch the title of "King Of Babylon", as well as the heart of the heartless Brian Kinney. Were they now to believe that the royal couple was now a royal trio? Debbie eavesdropped between pink plates specials.

"I hear Brian is going to introduce his new boyfriend." A gossiping patron said.

"Where's Justin, what happened to the royal couple?" His booth mate asked.

"I head they broke up. You haven't seen them together lately, have you?" The first patron pointed out.

"So do you think Brian dumped Justin for Mr. Massey?" The gossip continued in another booth.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Honey, money talks and everything else walks." Yet another patron interjected his point of view from the counter.

"Yeah, but does it walk like Justin Taylor?" The guy sitting next to him smiled.

The two men laughed, and gave each other high fives.

Debbie was glad to see Michael and Ben come through the door. Perhaps they could shed some light on these latest rumors. "What kind of shit has Brian gotten Sunshine mixed up in this time?" she pounced.

Michael gave his mother a hello peck on the cheek, and took a seat at the counter. "According to Emmett and Ted, Brian, and Justin, and Tony are involved in a three-way relationship," he said.

"Leave it to Brian to come up with such an unorthodox arrangement." Ben slid onto the stool next to Michael. "I'll have the grilled chicken salad, and a cup of tomato soup," he said.

Debbie scribbled down Ben's order. "Unorthodox my ass," she grumbled. "What are you having sweetheart?"

"Take it easy, ma." Michael could feel it coming.

"Don't tell me to take it easy! You know as well as I do that this is just another Brian Kinney ploy to keep stringing Sunshine along while Brian continues to fuck everything that moves." Debbie barked. "If that's not bad enough, now he's got another old queen using the kid like a sex toy too. What are you having, sweetheart?"

"I have to admit this kind of behavior couldn't come at a worse time. This isn't what we need with Proposition 14 on the ballot." Ben said.

"What does Proposition 14 have to do with Brian?" Michael asked.

"It has plenty to do with him! How are we going to convince lawmakers to allow gay marriage when gay men can't demonstrate that they're capable of committing to another person?" Debbie climbed up on her soapbox.

Ben immediately joined her. "Your mother is right. If we want acceptance into mainstream society, then we're going to have to adapt to mainstream behavior, and that does not include some gay version of polygamy. It's bad enough that gay men already bear the stigma of worshiping youth, and sexually perusing underage young men. How can we expect anyone to take our relationships seriously if we're unable to sustain mature monogamous relationships, rather than hopping from trick to trick? Brian is setting gay men back one hundred years."

"Maybe Brian doesn't want to be accepted into mainstream society. Maybe he doesn't want to get married." Michael said.

"What about Justin? You know as well as I do that from day one it's been Sunshine's dream to be in a committed relationship with Brian. Mr. Massey only came into the picture when Brian refused to give up tricking. What's going to happen when Proposition 14 gets shot down, and Tony is willing to give Justin the commitment that Brian won't? You wait and see, all of this is going to backfire in Brian's face. No pun intended. Now what are you having sweetheart?" Debbie asked again.

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That Saturday night all roads lead to Babylon where legions of partygoers had made the pilgrimage to Pittsburgh's gay Mecca to see for themselves if indeed their royal couple was now a royal trio. Brian had gone to great lengths, and spared no expense finding the perfect gift for the man who had everything. A vintage, black, 1979 Lincoln Continental limousine, just like the midnight blue one Tony drove in Chicago caused the birthday boy's brown eyes to light up. This one would be for Tony's personal use when he was in Pittsburgh. A classy car for a classy man. Brian, Justin, and Tony arrived in grand style.

Once inside, the latest addition to the royal court caused all heads to turn when he strutted his stuff on the dance floor. Tony was fresh meat. During his years as owner of Babylon, when he was there, Anthony Massey rarely came out of his office, and to date no one had ever observed him partaking of the fruit of the backroom. One couldn't help but wonder what kind of magic the elusive millionaire kept hidden in the lower left imprint of his jeans that could not only tame the infamous Brian Kinney, but persuade him to share his hott little blonde with the older man as well.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday too you. Happy Birthday Mr. Massey….Happy Birthday toooooooo you." Queen Sheba, the emcee for the evening stopped the music long enough to serenade the guest of honor with a breathy, Marilyn Monroe-like rendition that caused the normally reserved, newest prince of Babylon to burst into a candid belly laugh.

The party resumed, and Emmett, Ted, and Michael looked on along with everyone else as Brian snaked his arms around Tony's waist, and began to dispel any doubt in anyone's mind that this new prince belonged to him. Seeming oblivious of the up-tempo beat pulsating around them, the two men slowly swayed to a melody of their own. Tony closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, exposing his throat to his lover's kisses. Justin soon joined them with kisses of his own for the birthday boy, and Brian as well.

"Disgusting." Michael grumbled as the royal threesome steamed up the dance floor.

Emmett turned back to his work, and began replenishing the hors d'oeuvres trays on the makeshift buffet that had been set up at the end of the main bar. "Do you really think they're seriously considering a threesome relationship?" he wondered out loud.

"I can see Brian in a threesome, it's the "relationship" part that I'm finding hard to believe." Ted said.

"This is just what we need now with Proposition 14 on the ballot. How can we expect anyone to take our relationships seriously as long as we're hopping from trick to trick?" Michael parroted Ben's earlier statement.

Emmett stopped arranging his trays, and looked at Michael. "What's Proposition 14?" he asked.

"That's the agenda on November's ballot that would ban gay marriage. You would know that if you read more than just the fashion section of the newspaper." Ted said.

"If we want acceptance into mainstream society, then we're going to have to adapt to mainstream behavior, and that doesn't include some gay version of polygamy." Michael continued.

"My, haven't we gotten politically correct all of a sudden?" Emmett said.

"Michael, not every gay man is looking to walk down the aisle, or for acceptance into mainstream society for that matter." Ted reminded him.

"And dare I say that you can put Brian Kinney's name at the top of both of those lists." Emmett added.

"But what about the rest of us?" Michael continued. "How is anyone going to take our relationships seriously with shit like that going on? Just look at them. They're practically fucking on the dance floor!"

"Yeah." Emmett grinned.

"Disgusting. Why don't they just go get a room?" Michael turned away from the sexy spectacle.

"They must have heard you." Ted pointed to the royal trio who were now making their way through the crowd, and toward the steps that lead up to Brian's office.

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Brian turned the key, and opened the door. "You'll notice I've done some redecorating." he said.

Tony stepped through the door, and looked around his old office. Most of its original furnishings were still there, the leather sofa, his desk, the wet bar. The three monitors that allowed him to observe the front door, the dance floor, and the backroom were still in place. Tony turned, and looked toward the far end of the room. "You knocked out that wall." he noticed.

"I needed space for my exercise equipment." Brian said.

Tony walked over to the apparatus suspended from the ceiling near the king-size platform bed, and ran his finger along the chains that connected the leather straps. "Exercise equipment?" He turned, and looked at Brian.

"Gymnastics." Brian smiled. "Would you like to try it?"

"I don't think so." Tony said.

"Awwww, come on." Brian cooed. "When was the last time you were fucked while suspended in midair?"

"I can't say that I ever have been." Tony looked up at the ceiling mounting, and gave the sling a slight tug.

Justin walked over, and began unbuttoning Tony's shirt. "Don't worry, I can walk you through it." he said.

Tony leaned over, and gave his mischievous princess a kiss. "I'll just bet you can." he said.

Brian joined them, and began assisting Justin with the removal of Tony's clothing. "Seeing as how you're going to be a permanent member of this stable, I feel it's time you learned how to be a proper bottom." He tossed Tony's shirt aside.

"Is that right?" Tony purred.

"Don't worry, I can walk you through that too." Justin smiled, and undid Tony's jeans. He eased the black denim down over his lover's hips, onto the floor.

Brian slithered around behind him, then reached around, and gently teased the older man's nipples between his thumbs, and forefingers. "Initiation time. Do you think you're worthy?" He whispered near Tony's ear.

Tony looked over at the leather sling. "I'll do my best," he said.

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Emmett, Ted, and Michael watched the office door as the party raged on around them. "Do you think they're in there doing it raw?" Emmett asked the question on everyone's mind.

"I know Brian, and Justin do." Ted said.

"No way, Brian's not that stupid." Michael insisted.

"Have you ever done it bareback? It's the greatest feeling in the world." Ted swooned.

"Tell me about it." Emmett seconded his friend. "Back in Hazlehurst Mississippi when I was sixteen, my first love, and I always did it raw. Ahh, those afternoons by the lake. We'd tell our folks that we were going fishing, then spend the day fishing in each other's asses. I can still remember the taste of his juice, and the feel of him cumming inside my ass."

"When I was in college there was this guy in my dorm. We used to sneak into each other's rooms when our roommates were away for the weekend, and we'd fuck. Sometimes we'd fuck all night long, and cum buckets all over the sheets, and each other. After the first time, we wouldn't even need lube. Ahhh, the good old days." Ted sighed.

"Hello, in case you two have forgotten, there's an epidemic going on that can kill you!" Michael reminded his friends.

"Yeah, I know. Still I'd like to believe that one day I'd be able to share that kind of intimacy with someone that I love once again." Emmett said.

"Does it ever bother you Michael that you, and Ben can never have the kind of physical relationship that Justin, and Brian have?" Ted asked.

"Of course not. I love Ben, and I accept the sacrifices that comes along with loving an HIV positive man. It doesn't bother me at all." Michael lied, and continued to watch Brian's office door.

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Tony lay with his eyes closed, spread eagle on his back, on the king-size platform bed, listening to the grating sound of metal on metal creaking above him, as the leather sling swayed back and forth. Brian stretched out next to him, and wrote his name in the creamy white cum that saturated the soft, dark hairs on Tony's chest. He distributed the sticky nectar down along Tony's belly, up across his pecs, along his throat, to his face, and across his mouth. Tony slightly parted his lips, and slipped the tip of his tongue out for a taste. "Ummmm, Justin." he smiled.

Justin lay cradled against Tony's other side, plastered together flesh to flesh in a sticky mixture of royal cum. "How're you feeling, handsome?" he whispered.

"I can't feel my legs." Tony said.

Justin reached down, and gently squeezed the head of Tony's resting cock. "Can you still feel this?" he asked.

"That I can feel." Tony smiled.

"I should have warned you about the numbness. After the first hour or so in the sling your legs do tend to fall asleep, especially when you've got old arteries like you have." Brian took the cheap shot.

Tony reached down, and shook his dick at Brian. "You can suck on this artery." he said.

"What? Again? Don't you senior citizens ever get enough?"

"Brian." Justin frowned.

"I'm sorry, baby. Tony knows I'm just kidding around with him. Don't you, grandpa?" Brian continued his antics.

"As soon as I can walk again I'm killing you. How the hell did I let you talk me into suspending my ass up in that thing?" Tony groaned.

"Aw, you loved it and you know it, and if I must say so myself, you passed your initiation with flying colors. You're officially one of us now." Brian smiled.

"And what exactly does that mean?" Tony asked.

"It means that both of you belong to me, and nobody else." Justin leaned over, and kissed both of his princes. "I have one more present for you, Tony." he said.

"I don't have to cum again, do I?" Tony wiggled his toes.

"Not this time." Justin rolled out of bed, and searched through the pile of clothing on the floor. He fished out his jeans, and retrieved a small, leather business card case from its pocket. "Happy birthday." He handed it to Tony.

Tony sat up in the center of the bed. "What's this?" he smiled.

"I have no idea." Brian strained to see what was inside the little brown case.

Tony pulled out the business card, and read the inscription on it. "I still don't get it. What is this?" he asked again.

"That's your father, Tony. That's his name, and his address. I had one of Daphne's computer geek friends find him on the internet for you." Justin smiled.

The forever smile on Tony's face suddenly vanished.

"What's the matter? Aren't you excited? I thought you'd be pleased." Justin said.

Tony crossed over Brian, and stood up from the bed. "I am excited, princess…This was very thoughtful of you….Please thank Daphne for me," he managed to say.

The pain in Tony's voice was undeniable. Justin had heard that voice only once before. It was during an argument over Brian, when in a fit of anger the cocky twink had accused his older lover of paying for his affections. A furious, but wounded Tony was first at a lost for words, then quickly pulled himself together enough to order Justin out of his bed, and out of his life forever. Now realizing his mistake, Justin turned to Brian.

Brian placed one finger to his lips in a silent gesture for Justin to keep quiet. He then crawled out of bed, and walked over to where Tony stood, still staring at the business card. Brian wrapped one arm around Tony's waist, and held him close before reaching around with his other hand, and gently prying the hurt out of Tony's grasp. "I'll keep this for you until you're ready to use it," he said. "In the meantime we'd better get cleaned up, and head back downstairs to the party. Our subjects await."

"Thank you, precious." Tony uttered.

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