Michael watched Justin and Brian dancing in the middle of Babylon’s crowded floor and seethed. "Look at him," he continued to rant. "Justin’s been dragging Brian around like that all night. He has an interview tomorrow, he should be at home preparing, but that conniving little shit doesn’t care about anyone but himself!"

Emmett looked at Ben and just shook his head. They both knew it was actually Justin who needed to be home. He should’ve been working on a class project, but he agreed to come out with Brian for a little bit because his lover needed to work off some steam.

After a few more songs, the couple left the dance floor and stopped off at the bar for some water before saying good-bye and heading home.

"What?" Michael pouted. "You just got here."

"It’s a school night and Sonny Boy needs to finish his homework."

"So let him go. You need to stay and have a drink with us, for good luck tom--"

"Brian, fuck me," Justin suddenly demanded.

His lover grinned at him and squeezed his ass. "I gotta piss, then we can go."

As Brian walked away, Michael grabbed Justin’s arm. "Look, you little--"

"No, you look," Justin spat back, pushing the man’s hand away. "Brian doesn’t do pity so quit bringing up his job every five minutes. You’d think after all these years you’d have gotten a clue on how to deal--"

"Don’t tell me how to handle Brian! I’m his best friend, always--"

"--have been, always will be," Ben droned.

Michael glared at his lover, eyes flashing indignantly. "You don’t understand!"

"No, you don’t understand," Ben hissed as Justin walked away. "He’s what Brian needs. What Brian wants."

Michael opened his mouth to protest, but Ben cut him off again. "Always has been, always will be."

***

Michael rolled over and slapped the alarm clock. He glanced disinterestedly at the calendar in the hall as he wandered to the kitchen.

It was the anniversary of the day Ben moved out.

He was about to pour himself some cereal, but then decided to call Brian instead. They could meet at the diner for breakfast before going to the gym.

***

Justin groaned, his blue eyes darkening like storm clouds as the phone rang. "Didn’t you tell everyone to fuck off ?" he asked as he snuggled closer to Brian.

They wanted the day to themselves to celebrate the anniversary of Justin moving back in.

Brian’s only response was to reach over and yank the phone cord out of the wall before tightening his hold on the blond.

~FIN~

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THE EXTENDED VERSION ~ AN HOUR LATER…

"Jesus Christ," Brian growled as Michael pounded on the loft door. He kissed Justin’s shoulder and left the blond to finish preparing their omelets while he got rid of his friend.

Michael stormed through the open door. "What the fuck took you so long?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Duh, it’s Saturday. We go to the gym--"

"I told you I have plans today," Brian snapped.

Michael glanced at Justin who was starting to bang the pans around a little more aggressively and rolled his eyes. "He can’t expect you to be his slave all day. I thought you were just taking him out to dinner or something."

"Or something," Brian agreed with a sly smile that didn’t reach his eyes, "ALL DAY."

"Briiiaan…"

Justin suddenly stabbed the paring knife he was holding into the cutting board and stomped past them.

Brian grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

"To check the mail," the blond ground out. He just needed to get away from Michael for a minute before he shoved him down the stairs.

Brian nodded and let him go. The younger man flew down the stairs, forcing himself not to burst into the street and scream at the top of his lungs. Luckily, his attention was diverted by the package propped against the mailboxes with his and Brian’s name on it. He eagerly snatched it up and immediately recognized the return address. He pulled the release tab on the mailer and the videotape fell out.

As he ran back upstairs he heard the elevator descend and his pace quickened. It was going to be a perfect day after all. "Ben finally sent it!" he exclaimed to his lover as he burst into the loft waving the tape.

Michael turned, his face paling. "Why would Ben send you a video?"

Shit. Justin thought he’d left. "Um…we saw him when Brian was at that conference in D.C. last week."

"What??" Michael glared at Brian. "You spent time with him? Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Uh, because you’re turning into Linda Blair," Brian snarked.

"How could you?" Michael wailed. "How could you have anything to do with him?!? He left me for that--that… porn star," the man sputtered venomously.

Brian rolled his eyes. ‘That porn star’ was an acclaimed documentary filmmaker. Hence, the videotape.

Which Michael suddenly remembered. "What’s on the tape?"

Brian rolled his tongue in his cheek as he exchanged a look with Justin. "Just some of Justin’s favorite things to do. Opportunities that shouldn’t be missed when traveling."

"So? Why couldn’t you buy a fucking camera like other tourists? Why did you--"

"Thanks for stopping by, Mikey, it’s been fun," Brian interrupted coldly and shoved him toward the door.

"But, Bri--" the rest of his whine was cut off by the door slamming shut.

"Now, is that shit still edible?" Brian asked, waving his hand at their cold brunch.

Justin wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, but it would definitely be more tolerable if we worked up a bigger appetite." He waved the videotape at Brian and wiggled his ass.

The older man smirked and flopped on the sofa as Justin put the tape in the VCR. The blond grabbed the remote and slid onto Brian’s lap as he hit play. As they waited for the picture to appear, Justin gave Brian a big wet kiss. "I still can’t believe how hot it was to see you and Ben together," he told his lover. "I knew it would be, but it was even better than I imagined."

Brian eased the boy’s sweatpants down to his knees and slowly smoothed his hands over the pale thighs. "That’s because I knew you were watching and it drove me out of my fucking mind."

Suddenly Brian and Ben appeared on the screen, slowly undressing each other as a length of rope lay prominently in the center of the large bed between them.

***

Justin’s cock twitched as he watched Ben tug on the restraints binding his wrists. "Who knew Ben was so..."

"I did."

Justin sighed as Brian’s hands slid over his hips and belly. "It’s too bad Michael never realized what he had."

Brian didn’t respond.

Justin appeared on the screen then, wrapped in an oversized terrycloth robe provided by the hotel. The blond kissed and stroked Brian for a moment before applying the condom and lube for him. He kissed Brian once more and disappeared from view.

Brian remembered the younger man sat in a chair just out of camera range, his legs curled under his body, relaxed and cozy, like he was about to just draw a sketch or read a book. Only his eyes relayed his real emotions, lust and need, as they devoured the two men on the bed.

Those smoldering blue eyes were always the older man’s undoing, which explained why he did anything the boy asked. Like fucking Ben that day.

"Do it, I want to watch you fuck him, just like before," the blond’s voice said from off-screen.

Then he was heard chuckling as Ben gasped when Brian squirted the cold lube into his hole. "He’s such a bastard," the artist commiserated.

"You love it, Sunshine," Brian retorted as he methodically worked his finger’s into Ben’s ass.

The camera suddenly panned right and caught Justin blowing his lover a kiss.

***

Ben groaned as the probing digits stretched the tight ring of muscle and Brian turned his attention back to the man beneath him. He lifted Ben’s legs over his shoulders and fully impaled him with one smooth stroke.

Ben groaned as he was plowed open, squeezing his eyes shut as he rode out the initial pain.

Justin held his breath with the other man. He knew how brutal Brian could be, forcing himself inside hard and fast, but that was how the blond preferred it because then the pleasure came that much faster, and stronger too. "Come on, Bri," Justin urged.

Brian withdrew a little, circling his hips as he probed for that small bundle of nerves. After a moment, Ben suddenly jerked, keening loudly. Justin moaned softly with him, squirming in his seat as his own asshole twitched, aching for that sizzling jolt of pleasure that made your insides melt and your toes curl.

Brian ran his cock over Ben’s prostate a few times, groaning himself as the man’s tight ass convulsed around him, trying to expel the unwelcome intrusion. Finally, Ben relaxed and Brian started fucking him in earnest, pumping his hips in long smooth strokes.

Unable to just watch anymore, Justin untied his robe and reached for his dick.

Suddenly Brian’s head snapped around. "No!" he barked.

Justin’s eyes narrowed. He never could figure out how Brian just KNEW when he was touching himself. And the fucker would always stop him. The younger man still gave his cock a few strokes in defiance before forcing himself to just sit and watch.

"Soon, baby," Brian grunted. He doubled his efforts, barely pulling out as he pummeled the battered hole, stabbing the sensitive gland with each quick thrust. He leaned over and folded Ben in half, effectively trapping the man’s aching cock between their hard abs.

The combined stimulation was too much and Ben started thrashing more wildly with each stroke until he suddenly arched off the bed and came with a loud roar.

As the man’s rectal walls compressed around him, Brian drove in to the hilt, letting the tight tunnel milk his own orgasm from him as he growled Justin’s name.

***

"You are so fucking beautiful when you come," Justin sighed, finally tearing his eyes away from Brian on the screen and focusing on the Brian in the flesh.

They had gradually rid themselves of their clothing as they watched the first part of the tape. Each man’s hands leisurely wandered over the other’s body, deliberately teasing as they held themselves back and let the passion build ever so slowly.

Brian continued to stroke the soft skin behind the blond’s knee as he nuzzled his neck. "Keep watching. So are you."

Justin felt himself flush slightly, excitedly, and turned his attention back to the television where he was now kneeling beside the panting men. As Brian and Ben tried to regain their composure, the blond untied Ben’s wrists, gently massing the circulation back into his friend’s arms before dropping his robe and joining them on the bed.

Justin watched himself being laid out on the mattress, both men licking and caressing every inch of his body. He remembered how incredible it had felt…hot breath tickling the fine hairs on his thighs, blunt nails scraping over his nipples… Then he had been rolled onto his side, Ben’s mouth engulfing his neglected cock while Brian dove between his cheeks and impaled his hole with a hot speared tongue.

"Christ, look at you," Brian said huskily as he watched the blond wantonly writhe between them.

"Oh, God," the younger man groaned as he saw Brian wet his fingers and slide two into his ass. Ben nudged him onto his back, sucking his balls and jerking him off while Brian blazed hot kisses up his torso and neck until they were mouth to mouth, sharing the taste on his tongue. So close to the edge, Justin fucked himself with abandon, thrusting his dick in out of Ben’s tight fist as he rode the long teasing digits probing his ass.

Looking down at the naked blond squirming in his arms again, Brian eased his lover back on the sofa. "Is that what you need now, baby?" He rubbed his finger across Justin’s soft lips and the wet pink tongue slithered out to lick it. "Want me to finger fuck your tight little ass and jerk you off?"

Justin’s eyes flashed greedily. "Eat my ass, then fuck me."

Brian shoved a cushion under the blond’s hips and pushed his legs back to expose the rosy pucker. "Say it again," he growled. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your tongue in my ass," the blond groaned. "Give it to me."

"Fuck," Brian breathed as he ran his hands over the creamy mounds. He leaned in, softly licking the wrinkled folds of the tight opening.

Justin keened and sighed, burying his fingers in the man’s hair as the teasing appendage plied him open.

Suddenly Michael charged into the loft. "Brian!" he shouted before seeing them on the sofa.

"What the fuck?!?"

Michael glared at the couple. "We need--" he started, only to be distracted by a litany of grunts and whimpers from the video. His eyes were as big as saucers as he saw Brian fucking Justin who was fucking…BEN!!

"Dammit, Michael," Brian snarled as he struggled to cover Justin and find the remote they’d buried in the cushions.

Michael blanched, unable to tear his eyes away as the nausea rolled over him. "How could you?" he finally stammered.

Brian snorted and just shook his head. He was moving to the VCR when Justin found the remote. But instead of turning it off, the blond walked over to Michael and slapped him in the chest with it. "Here, enjoy the show," he hissed.

Michael shoved him away. "Fuck you!"

Justin glowered at him. "Fuck you, Michael! That’s what you get for just letting yourself into someone else’s home! You weren’t invited so get the fuck out!!" The angry blond spun around and shouted at Brian, "I’ve had enough of this shit! I want that fucking alarm changed—TODAY!!"

"You have no right--" Michael sputtered.

"SHUT. UP." Brian bellowed and both men jumped.

Brian turned to Michael. "Justin has every right because he lives here. YOU DON’T." He then turned to his lover who was storming off to the bedroom. He followed, barking the blond’s name as Justin was about to slam the bathroom door in his face. The younger man paused, his face a twisted mask of hurt and anger. "We’ll talk about the alarm later," Brian told him.

The blond blinked at him, then nodded before shutting the door behind him.

Brian pulled on a pair of jeans and reluctantly went back to the living room. Michael was just leaving, but Brian caught his arm. "Where you going, Mikey? You just got here."

Michael jerked away from him. "Don’t…I can’t…"

Brian slid the loft door shut, blocking his escape.

Michael jumped back with a start as it barely missed closing on his foot. The sudden movement caused him to drop the videotape he had stuffed in his jacket.

Brian raised an eyebrow as the tape bounced and skittered across the floor. "Mikey, you can watch it here, but I can’t let you take it. Justin’s already mad as a hell."

"Who gives a shit!" Michael ranted, kicking the tape across the room.

"I do," Brian replied flatly. He picked up the tape and set it on the coffee table. "What do you want, Michael?"

"I want to know why," the other man whined pitifully, sinking onto the sofa.

"Cut out the drama princess routine, I already live with one," Brian snapped. "You and Ben broke up a year ago. It had nothing to do with you." He grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the desk and lit one up, taking a deep drag to keep his temper in check before asking again, "I meant why did you come back?"

Michael continued to stare at the tape. "Because I knew you were lying about just running into Ben. How the hell does anyone just run into each other in D.C., for Christ’s sake? He lives in Boston now. So I knew it was planned, but why?"

Brian’s eyes were cold as he stared back. "Why not?" He wasn’t even going to waste his time trying to convince the other man it really had been just a coincidence.

"Because you already had him, you don’t fuck anyone twice," Michael warbled.

Brian shrugged. "It wasn’t about me. He wanted--"

Michael shook his head. "It wasn’t about you, it wasn’t about me, what the fuck was it about? Ben?" The man paled again as realization dawned. "I knew it! I always knew there was something else between you two. How long has this been going on? Were you fucking him behind my back?!"

Brian’s face became a hard expressionless mask as he stood and put the tape in the VCR. He hit play, ignoring Michael’s whimper of protest. When the three men came into view again, Brian tapped the screen. "See anyone else, Mikey?"

Michael looked down at his shoes. He didn’t have to watch, but he couldn’t stop the sound. He recognized Ben’s deep moan, the throaty timbre that filled the room as Justin slammed into him. And then Brian’s low sultry hum mixed with it as he exalted the blond’s name, letting the younger man control the rhythm as he rocked back on Brian’s cock before thrusting into Ben again.

"It’s a simple process of elimination," Brian pressed, pulling Michael’s focus back to the present.

The shorter man’s eyes cautiously looked up at his friend. "Justin," he replied wearily.

The blond appeared on cue, glancing back and forth between the two friends and the television. As much as he thought he’d enjoy torturing Michael, the thought of the man sharing such an intimate moment with them was suddenly unnerving. Strangers could be easily shut out and forgotten, but Michael lived for this kind of connection with Brian. More importantly, he would deliberately misread the situation and try to turn it to his advantage. Justin was going to shut the tape off when Brian stopped him.

The older man saw Justin was holding his coat and the binder of color samples they had picked up from the contractor and fear gnawed at his gut. Before Justin could leave, Brian diverted the younger man’s attention back to the screen. The camera had been panning around the bed through the entire encounter up until now. When Brian saw it settle in a stationary position at the end of the bed, he knew Dominic was about to join them. "Wait, it’s almost done, and I know you want to see Dom." Cruelty to Michael aside, it was a calculated and slightly desperate ploy to keep Justin from running off and that was Brian’s only concern at the moment.

They both cast a sidelong glance at Michael as he burst into tears and scurried to the bathroom.

Justin thought about the bathroom’s current disarray. It was his anniversary gift from the older man and the last thing he needed was Michael queening out over that too! "Brian, he’s going to see--"

The older man just waved him off and sank onto the sofa with the blond on his lap again. Might as well get it all out in the open now, he just hoped they survived the aftermath. Brian didn’t know what else to do to make Michael understand, but maybe this would finally be the difference. Maybe it would make the loss of his original plans with Justin for the day more bearable if something good came from it.

His anger having long faded, Justin almost felt bad about Michael, but he needed Brian more so he let himself be held as the tape whirred on. Besides, the only person really hurting Michael was Michael himself. And he had left the room, so what would a few minutes matter…

***

Ben’s new boyfriend was a dead ringer for that guy that played the elf in The Lord of the Ring movies. The real guy, Orlando, with lustrous dark curls, not the long blonde wig. Dominic also had an accent, but instead of being British, he was from Virginia. The soft lilt in his voice was as smooth as silk and it made Justin hard instantly.

"Don’t cum yet," Dominic’s disembodied voice purred before he stepped into the shot. The man was about Justin’s height, but leaner, and olive-skinned. He kissed Ben ferociously, his hungry mouth consuming lips and tongue, then moving over Ben’s neck and shoulder before finally tearing free and gazing lustily at the pair still joined with his lover. "Sorry, couldn’t wait anymore," he told them as he reached beneath his crouching boyfriend and rolled a condom onto Ben’s cock. "I need to be fucked."

Justin leaned over Ben’s back and whispered, "Make it good. I want to see you fuck him through the mattress," before pulling out and letting him go.

Ben rolled onto his back and was immediately assaulted. As Dominic worked himself onto his lover’s cock, Brian never missed a beat and continued fucking the blond while he considered finishing himself and Justin off right then. He could push Justin’s face into the mattress and hold him down while I reamed his ass, the kid fucking loved that. And then Justin could watch the other couple undistracted, or… Brian rocked back on his haunches and pulled the blond onto his lap, fully impaled and writhing delightedly, ready for the show. The older man decided to tease the little shit with a slow torturous ride that would leave him weak-kneed for days.

Justin gasped as he was yanked back against Brian’s chest, the older man’s cock rammed deep in his ass, the thick shaft wedging against his prostate and setting him on fire. He gulped huge breaths trying to adjust to the persistent stimulation but each movement, no matter how slight, sparked another blaze.

Brian’s hands roamed over his lover’s pale slick skin, tugging the gold ring in Justin’s nipple and making him keen. His hands slid lower and he raked his fingers through the tight damp curls of hair ringing the blond’s hard purple shaft. Avoiding it for the time being, he spread the younger man’s legs wider and his hands smoothed over trembling thighs. One palmed the full sac bulging from the vee, and the other delved lower, grazing along the perineum. Justin’s head rolled back and forth on Brian’s shoulder before he dug his sharp teeth into Brian’s neck to anchor himself as he bucked and whimpered. Brian’s fingers kneaded harder as Justin ground back onto his dick, jamming him deeper.

"Fuck…yeah…" Justin wailed as the pressure built.

A loud moan erupted from the other couple and Brian spared them a glance before nuzzling the blond’s shoulder. "You wanted to watch, baby, look at them. Look at them watching you."

The blond’s eyes slowly flickered open, glazed and smoldering.

Dominic was slowly riding up and down, sinewy muscles flexing with each stroke, eyes fixed on Justin as the blond worked his ass on Brian’s dick. Dominic’s dark brown pools flickered and he reached for his cock, jerking himself off as he continued to stare.

Justin’s eyes followed Dominic’s hand as it stroked up and down the long thick shaft. Pre-cum bubbled from the slit and Justin’s mouth watered to taste it.

Brian saw the blond lick his lips and he chuckled, a low sexy growl from deep in his chest, "Go on, suck him off." He knew the only thing Justin liked more than a cock in his ass was a cock in his ass and in his mouth. Justin lunged forward like a parched man in the desert finally finding water and Brian, well accustomed to his lover’s enthusiasm, easily moved with him to stay embedded in the hot channel. He rose up on his knees, keeping Justin’s sweet bubble butt flush against his rotating hips.

Justin, crouching on all fours again, buried his nose in Dominic’s crotch and inhaled deeply as he simultaneously sighed appreciatively of Brian’s slow deep thrusts. The blond lapped eagerly up the rigid shaft in front of him until he could wrap his lips around the mushroomed head and sink down to the base. He took the entire length deep in his throat in one quick stroke.

"Christ!" Dominic yelped as he was enveloped in the tight wet heat of Justin’s mouth. His hands flew to the soft golden hair and pulled at fistfuls to keep himself grounded. Justin mewled at the pleasurable pain and the muffled cry went straight to Brian’s dick.

Despite his best intentions to tease Justin, Brian couldn’t hold back any longer. The older man dug his toes into the bed and abruptly changed his leisurely rhythm, pounding viciously into the blond’s upturned ass, Justin’s garbled squeals spurring him on. Whether Justin went home with weak knees or a sore ass, Brian knew the younger man wouldn’t be forgetting this evening anytime soon and that was really the point. Anticipation of his young lover’s wildly imaginative attempts to thank him for this rendezvous hurled Brian over the edge and he came with a string of staccato grunts that accompanied each convulsion as he shot his load deep inside the willing ass that held him.

Spent, Brian rolled off the smaller frame and took a moment to catch his breath before nudging Justin and sliding beneath the blond’s squirming hips so the younger man straddled his head. He opened his mouth and hummed around the boy’s balls for a moment, the resonance making the artist’s steel-hard shaft quiver against his cheek. Adjusting his angle, the older man captured Justin’s swollen leaking dick between his lips. Brian ran his tongue over the sensitive slit and was rewarded with loud gurgles from the younger man. He swirled his tongue around the flared head and down the shaft and Justin wiggled and slurped more voraciously.

A cacophony of rumblings erupted in the room as Justin’s escalating reaction to Brian’s minstrations set off responses from Dominic, which in turn affected Ben beneath him.

Brian ran his hands over the blond’s hips and buttocks, down the back of his thighs, feeling the tension vibrate off his lover as Justin struggled to keep from thrusting and choking him. Finally, Brian relaxed his throat and pulled the blond’s hips towards him, signaling he was ready.

Justin let loose and fucked his lover’s face with frenzied strokes, barely holding on until Brian’s fingers swept along the crease between his cheeks and grazed the tender hole. The sudden sensation was too much and Justin exploded in the older man’s mouth. Brian swallowed around the spurting head and the contractions made Justin see stars.

Although he would’ve thought it impossible for his pleasure to increase, Justin’s orgasm was heightened further by the feeling of Dominic’s cock pulsing in his mouth as the other man came at the same time. Ben followed soon after.

***

They watched themselves collapse into a sated heap of twisted limbs.

"Shit…that was…"

Both men were shifting uncomfortably as their trapped cocks throbbed in their pants.

"Amazing," Justin said in awe. "I can’t believe Dom got that last shot perfectly framed without even trying."

Brian’s head dropped to the artist’s shoulder and his arms stilled Justin’s grinding hips. "You’re rubbing my dick raw and you want to talk about cinematography now?" he huffed.

Justin gave him a sheepish grin.

The tape had finally reached the end and started rewinding. The sudden silence in the loft just seemed to amplify the stifled sobs the couple could now hear coming from the bathroom.

Any illusion Brian had of finally getting to fuck the blond senseless disappeared as their current situation became annoyingly clear again. Resigning himself to blue balls for the day, Brian preferred to deal with the resident drama princess first. He cocked an eyebrow at the binder Justin picked up again from the coffee table. "Where are you going?"

Justin looked over Brian’s shoulder and out the window instead of at the other man. He needed to clear the lust-filled haze that fogged his mind and turned his limbs to jelly. "I was going to run over to the deli and get some sandwiches…since our brunch is kind of gross now. I thought while I was out, I would return Mark’s binder and pick up a couple samples of the tiles we picked out." He hesitated for a moment then added, "If changing the alarm doesn’t count as my project now instead."

"No, it doesn’t. The alarm needs to be taken care of. This," he touched the hand that held the binder and pulled Justin’s eyes back to him, "still stands. We had a deal." He knew Justin would forgive him for fucking up the rest of the day, eventually, but he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of keeping THAT promise. "I’ll go with you."

Justin glanced towards the bathroom. "You need to stay here. It’s fine."

But they both knew it wasn’t. Then Justin disappeared out the door before Brian had time to register the blond hadn’t kissed him good-bye.

"Fuck," Brian muttered. He decided to leave Michael sniffling in the other room for the time being and surveyed the mess in the kitchen. This he could clean up, but he wasn’t so sure about anything else.

***

Brian was putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when Michael finally came out of the bathroom. Michael walked to the door without saying a word. Just as he opened it, Brian stopped him by asking, "Did you see the plans for the new bathroom? Do you like the whirlpool?"

"I’m sure it will be a big hit at your next orgy," Michael replied flatly.

"If you want an invitation, Mikey, just ask." Brian walked over to the door and stood right behind him, breathing on his neck. "Isn’t that really the rub here--pardon the pun," he smirked, "--that you feel left out?"

Michael shoved him away, glaring at his friend with red-rimmed eyes that flashed bitterly. "Like you said, it has nothing to do with me. It's about what a fucking asshole you are. You don't care that you hurt me. You shit on me, disregarded my feelings, to make your little WIFE happy."

"Sorry, Mikey, I made a commitment to forsake all others," Brian deadpanned, his jaw twitching imperceptibly.

Michael scowled. "That means keeping your dick in one ass, shithead, it doesn’t give you the right to hurt other people for that little prick’s entertainment without any consequences."

"Which are?" Brian pressed, deliberately baiting the other man.

"Our friendship, to start!"

That was almost too easy. "Fine," Brian replied, calling the other man’s bluff, "leave your key on the counter." Then he turned and headed for the bedroom.

"That’s it?!" Michael shrieked at his retreating form. "You’re going to let eighteen years of friendship end just like that?"

"No, you are," Brian said coldly without looking back.

***

Neither man heard Justin return, but the blond heard their exchange and hesitated on the landing, holding his breath as he waited for the next outburst. But then Michael did see him and he stalked over, glowering at the younger man. "This is all YOUR fault," he hissed, shoving Justin out of the way and almost knocking him down the stairs as he ran past.

"Riiiight…always has been, always will be—NOT," Justin mocked as he steadied himself and went inside. He saw Brian moving around in the bedroom and set his bags on the counter before following.

Brian was propped up against the pillows on the bed, lighting a joint. His knees were bent and Justin slid between his legs, pushing his knees against the backs of Brian’s thighs and wrapping his arms around Brian’s knees. He laced his fingers together and rested his chin on his hands. Brian raised an eyebrow, waiting for Justin to ask what happened and the blond shook his head slightly. "I heard," he said softly. Brian looked away then, and Justin added, "He’ll be back, that cliff wasn’t nearly as high as the others."

"Losing my touch?"

Justin shrugged. "Not worth the effort."

Brian was deep in his own thoughts for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up slowly. "Actually, I thought the anti-climactic end was rather poetic."

"Poor Mikey…STILL waiting for you to finish him off," Justin snickered. Then his eyes darkened and he ran his hands down Brian’s thighs. "So am I."

Brian snubbed out the joint in the ashtray and spread his legs wider for Justin to slip through. "Come here," he beckoned, pulling the blond down onto his chest. He stretched his legs out, rubbing his toes under the cuff of Justin’s pants, tickling his ankles, as he trailed his hands down the younger man’s sides and cupped his ass. Justin moaned softly, licking and sucking along Brian’s collarbone and throat. Suddenly Brian flipped them over, settling on the smaller frame. His hand lightly caressed Justin’s cheek. The blue eyes flickered up to his, obviously a little surprised by the uncharacteristic tenderness. Brian held his gaze and told him, "You are never in line behind anyone else."

Justin smiled. "I know…but would you mind getting behind me?"

***

"Oh…oh, god…god…ah…good….ah…ah…"

They were lying on their sides, Brian’s breath hot on his ear. "Come for me." Then the man swept his lips across the damp skin of Justin’s shoulder. One arm held him tight around the waist, pressed back against Brian’s broad chest, and the other… the other…

"Yesssss….ungh….ahh…ahh…"

"There? Come on, baby… yeah, that’s it…like that?"

Lights exploded behind Justin’s eyes and he grunted incoherently as Brian pushed in deeper, grazing his prostate. Brian withdrew a little and let the tip sit right there, rubbing that spot, while the blond writhed.

"You ready?" Brian watched his lover jerking himself off, his fist slick and tight around his shaft, and his own cock twitched. "Christ, you’re so fucking hard, aren’t you…you wanna come now? Shoot for me, baby, I wanna watch you come…"

"Fuck…yeah…oh, fuck…oh…oohhh…"

Brian increased the pulse of the vibrator in his ass, pressed hard against the swollen gland, and the blond howled as his orgasm ripped through him.

Because of the blood pounding in his ears, Justin didn’t hear the condom wrapper tear. And because of the tingling in his ass and the thinness of the vibrator, he didn’t realize it had even slipped out—until Brian’s cock was taking its place. Unprepared for the thick shaft, he felt every inch as it forced its way inside his tight hole, stretching and filling him, the sudden burning in his ass taking over everything, consuming him—until it all went white.

Justin was panting short little breaths, trying to ride out the initial sting of getting his ass plowed when he wasn’t ready. But when he suddenly gasped and his eyes rolled back into his head, Brian knew he’d hit his prostate again and forced himself to stay right there. No rubbing or teasing, it would be too much too soon just seconds after his orgasm, but just there, holding his lover on that edge of pleasure and pain until he couldn’t take it anymore.

If Brian could control himself that long. Little currents of aftershock made the tunnel spasm and the smooth muscles encasing him massaged his dick-- squeezing, kneading-- and he needed more. He wanted to fuck his tight little ass, feel it pull him deeper, squeeze him tighter until it milked him dry.

But that would have to wait, he needed Justin with him first and right now the younger man was still gone, floundering. His body was rigid and his lips were moving but nothing-- no sound, no air—was coming out.

"Okay, baby, relax…okay…" Brian whispered against his mouth, pulling his hips back a little and starting a slow rhythm of short strokes that avoided the sensitive bundle of nerves for the time being. "Just breathe…come on…" Finally, Justin took a big gulp of air, then another, one with each thrust. "That’s it…"

Oh, god…oh, god…it was too much… Justin’s senses were overloaded. He was melting from the inside out. He needed…. He needed… more… more, more, more… The younger man sobbed triumphantly as his mind and body were back together at last and his hips obeyed his plea.

Justin was moving with him now, meeting each thrust, and Brian pumped his hips faster, deeper, jabbing his prostate again.

"Yes…yes…oh, fuck…"

Brian held the blond’s head again, turning it so he could see the crystal blue pools. Justin’s eyes were still glazed, but alert once more. "Welcome back."

The words slowly registered through the haze and the younger man smiled. "Fuck me… love…you…" he grunted, kissing his lover hungrily.

Brian wrapped his hand around Justin’s renewed erection, his hand and tongue and cock all moving in the same rhythm as they went over the edge together.

***

Finally, the earlier spirit of the day was renewed and the two men huddled together in the bathroom as they discussed what color the new tile should be along the wall. The blond also pulled out some more samples he thought should go on the floor to complement his choices.

All through the discussion, Justin couldn’t believe Brian hadn’t complained once about the mess. The contractors had already ripped up the old floor and tore out the sink and cabinets. The whole room was covered in a fine dust from the loosened plaster but the older man hadn’t seemed to notice. Although it was encouraging, they were just beginning and Justin wondered what the man would be like when the contractors knocked out the wall to the dining room to extend the bathroom and install the tub.

The blond was still afraid Brian would wake up one morning and call it all to a screeching halt. He was having a hard time adjusting to the new Brian who would let him influence the décor of the loft. That had been the deal, for their anniversary, Justin could do anything he wanted to the loft to make it feel like it was truly his space as well. It was a grand gesture on Brian’s part, but Justin still wouldn’t be able to relax until the job was done.

Justin shuffled another stack of tiles around, now making silly patterns because they couldn’t agree on the floor design. Unfortunately, his little game was kicking up more dust and although Brian didn’t seem to mind, Justin’s allergies did.

"Bless you," Brian murmured when his lover sneezed, barely looking up from the catalog he was flipping through to hand him a wad of toilet paper.

Justin took it, glaring at him. He tore the catalog out of Brian’s hands. "We are not going back to the beginning. These are what we decided so pick one!" He shoved the loose tiles at the older man and sneezed again when a cloud of dust flew up in his face.

Rolling his eyes, Brian took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen where he washed the annoying dust from the blond’s face. "Better?"

Justin nodded, still pouting. Brian tried to reach for the catalog again, but the blond yanked it away.

The older man sighed. "Quit being a twat, I was just looking for that picture you showed me last night. I thought maybe I wrote down the sample number wrong."

"Oh."

"That was your favorite, wasn’t it?"

"Yeah."

"Is that what you still want?"

"Yeah."

"Are you done being a twat?"

Justin smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

Brian smirked at him and turned to the fridge to get two bottles of water.

"Bri? Tell me again why we’re doing this."

The older man handed the blond a bottle and scowled. "I don’t have a clue," he groused as he walked back to the bathroom. "Why anyone wants to wallow in a pool of water and get all pruny is beyond me."

Justin rolled his eyes. Brian loved the whirlpool, but would never admit it. "I didn’t mean the tub," he called after him. "I meant staying here."

Brian stopped in the middle of the open space between the bedroom and the kitchen and Justin came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist. "Tell me again why we’re staying here instead of moving somewhere else. Please? Start here."

Brian looked down where they were standing. "This is where your mother stood when she asked me to take you in."

Justin’s stomach still did a little flip-flop like the first time Brian had told him. He pointed to the dining room table. "And there?"

"You were sitting there doing your homework when you asked me why you were here."

Justin pointed to the chaise in the corner.

"Ice cream kisses," Brian answered with a lick across the blond’s lips.

Justin took his lover’s hand and was pulling him to the living room to hear the list of memories from that side of the loft when Brian stopped him.

"You forgot one. Right here." The older man pulled Justin back into his arms for a kiss reminiscent of the first time.

"Never," Justin sighed when he was released. I’ll remember the first time you kissed me until the day I die."

Brian quirked an eyebrow. "More than your first fuck?"

The blond nodded emphatically.

"Why?" Brian asked, honestly perplexed.

"It was the first time you touched me," Justin tried to explain, although he knew no one could ever understand how magical that moment had been. Time stood still and he just…KNEW.

"I know you’d been kissed before, but that was the first time you had a cock in your ass. How can that not be more important?"

The blond shook his head. "Let’s just say, as nice as your dick is," he tried again in terms his lover could understand, "I like your mouth better because it does so many other nice things too."

Brian grinned. "You do like my tongue in your ass."

Justin gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes, that’s it," he conceded. "I will forever remember the first time you rimmed me, more than anything else."

"Why didn’t you just say so?" the older man smirked.

Justin’s eyes shot daggers at him, but Brian didn’t notice as he took his lover’s hand and led him back to the bedroom. "It appears you need a refresher so you don’t forget again."

Suddenly Justin smiled too. "Actually, now that you mention it, the whole night is kind of hazy. Maybe we should start from the beginning."

"Why? You want to take a break to go visit the munchers again?"

Justin scrunched up his nose. "Is the phone still unplugged?"

"Yeah." Brian maneuvered Justin onto his stomach.

"Good—what are you doing?"

"Showing you what rimming is."

"You haven’t asked me if I KNOW what it is yet, and you jerked me off first."

"I’m not dry cleaning the duvet again this week," Brian disagreed.

"Yes, you will, because you love me."

"Twat."

"You are always such a sweet talker."

Brian straddled the younger man’s hips, like the first time. "I try."

"Tell me you love me."

"Now who’s skipping ahead?"

Justin snorted. "You don’t even rem--"

"I will always remember that. One slip of the tongue and I couldn’t get rid of you."

"Shut up and kiss me."

~FIN~

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EPILOGUE ~ 3 Days later…

For days after their fight, Michael tried to call Brian or catch him somewhere, but the other man wouldn’t talk to him. Then finally, he came home from work one night and found a message. Brian asked him to come by the loft.

Michael hurried over as fast as he could, convinced Brian was ready to apologize and they could get on with their lives. When he arrived, his friend didn’t answer the door, so he used his key to let himself in. And to think a few days ago Brian had wanted him to give it back. Michael knew he didn’t mean it.

As he entered, the loft was dark except for the blue lights in the bedroom.

"Brian?" Michael walked toward the bedroom, soon able to make out figures behind the glass partitions, low moans the only response to his call.

Oh, for Christ’s sake. "Brian!"

His friend still didn’t reply so he walked up the stairs. Then he saw Brian on the bed…fucking Ben. And Justin was lying on top of his ex-lover, his cock in Ben’s mouth as he sucked Ben off in return.

Brian was sitting back on his haunches with Ben sprawled over his lap. Ben was fucking himself, his powerful legs working his ass on Brian’s cock, while Brian concentrated on his lover. The older man’s fingers were twined in Justin’s hair and he was completely enraptured with the hot little twink’s luscious mouth suckling like a hungry babe. The boy’s blue eyes would wander up to him every once in a while, knowing that Brian was watching, and he would make sure to give the hard cock a long slow lick that made Brian groan in envy.

"What the fuck?!" Michael shouted, finally getting everyone’s attention.

"Hey, Mikey," Brian drawled as Justin moved off of Ben’s cock and up Brian’s chest. "Good boy," he murmured as the blond lapped at a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing? Is this why you called me over?" Michael yelled.

"Oh, fuck me. CUT!" a voice growled from the corner. Michael turned to see Ben’s boyfriend, Dominic, lowering a video camera from his eye. "Who the hell is this? You didn’t tell me there would be anyone else. What is he going to do? WHO is he going to do?" Finally, the man just threw his hands in the air. "I can’t work like this!"

"Dommie," Ben cried as he jumped up to comfort him.

Brian scowled, stripping the condom off his now neglected dick and tossing it away. "What the fuck took you so long? I called you an hour ago," he snarled at Michael.

"I was working, asshole. But if I’d known--" Michael choked back a sob. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. It was like Brian did it on purpose to hurt him more.

Brian shrugged, still ogling his lover. "Well, Justin couldn’t wait."

Michael glared daggers at the blond. Of course not. It was always about Justin! "I meant why are THEY here?" he ground out through clenched teeth. "How could you--"

"Justin liked the first one so much, I invited them to come again for his birthday."

"Brian," Michael whined, "it’s Ben and that--that…"

"That director who shot ‘Lord of the Cock Rings’," Brian finished for him. "He got a Golden Dildo for that. I would only get the best for my boy."

"That’s me," Justin smirked, crawling onto Brian’s lap. "Send him away," he said. "That chest rodent is making my dick soft."

"Hey!" Michael cried, but no one listened. He looked down at his see-through crop-top he bought at Torso. Brian liked it when Justin wore it, why didn’t he notice it now?

"Can’t have that," Brian purred, fondling the younger man’s erection.

"Ooh, daddy…" Justin sighed as his cock hardened further.

"Such a big boy, my horny cream-filled twinkie." Brian pulled the blond around so Justin was straddling his hips. "Give daddy some of that sweet cream, baby."

Michael thought he was going to be sick. Why couldn’t he be the baby?!

Justin whimpered as Brian stroked him more firmly. He leaned into his lover’s embrace, kissing Brian’s face and neck as he fucked Brian’s hand. "Oh, yeah…ah…make me come…ah…ahh…"

Justin was grinding against Brian’s stomach now and the older man let go of Justin’s dick and slid his hands around to his ass, pulling him closer, kneading the firm mounds as they slid together. Their cocks rubbed against each other, pinned between their stomachs, and the friction soon made the younger man come with a happy squeal as he shot his load. Once the tremors passed, he collapsed against Brian, his entire body suddenly turning to jelly.

Brian eased his lover onto his back, just then noticing that the other couple had disappeared into the bathroom and from the sounds of it were enjoying a long shower together. He turned his attention back to the younger man who was struggling to stifle a yawn. "Go ahead, baby, go to sleep."

Justin shook his head trying to sit up. "But…Dom and Ben…"

"Later," Brian soothed, then smirked. "You’re gonna need your rest."

"’k," the blond agreed, finally giving in, "but need…you," he added softly, reaching out.

"Sorry, baby," Brian replied as he ran his fingers through the pool of cum on Justin’s belly and licked it off. "You wore me out too." As soon as Justin’s hot cum spilled over his dick, Brian had erupted as well.

"Can’t sleep then," the blond pouted. "I NEED IT!"

Michael thought what he needed was a spanking, but Brian always spoiled him.

"Shh...I know…" Brian reached into the nightstand and pulled out Justin’s favorite dildo, a replica of the older man’s cock for when Brian was out of town. Brian rolled it on the younger man’s belly, lubricating it with their combined fluid as Justin watched through drooping lids. Then he nudged the blond onto his side and gently worked the rubber cock into his tight little ass until he was fully impaled.

"Ahh-hmm…love you…" Justin sighed contently as he drifted off moments later.

Brian wrapped his arm around his young lover and settled beside him, but before he went to sleep as well, he turned to Michael. "Why are you still here?"

Michael was shocked. He was sure Brian had forgotten he was even there because Justin was whining for all of his attention, but this gave him hope!

When Michael didn’t answer right away, Brian just lay back down. "Christ, Mikey, you’re pathetic. You can go now. I just called for you to give me my key back so leave it--"

"What?!" Michael gasped, bolting upright on the sofa where he’d fallen asleep. Then he realized it was Brian’s voice on the answering machine that woke him.

"--at the diner. Don’t call or come to the loft anymore, I have nothing else to say."

Michael fell back against the cushions, stunned. It had all been a dream.

He stood shakily and took Brian’s key off his keyring. He would give it back tomorrow… after he snuck into the loft and got that dildo.

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