Re: John/Brian
Brian stopped looking at the people and the club and focused on John the moment he heard the hesitation, because John was not the type to hesitate. He let him say his peace, before pulling him into a corner, glaring at the people he was pushing aside.
When he was as far away from the music and the crowd as possible, he pinned John against the wall. "You listen to me. One thing I've told you from the start is that you don't do anything you don't want. It doesn't matter where or why you're doing it, it's never acceptable. You're certainly not going to do it because of me. If we've gotten to the point where you're going to compromise on what you believe in for me, then we should break it off."
He pressed his forehead against John's, sighing. "If I'll have you? What does that mean, Gorgeous?" He pulled back and locked eyes with his lover. "Is this what you think it's happening? I don't want you anymore?" He shook his head. "You're wrong. I want you too much, and that scares me. I'm in a club that looks so much like mine that it hurts, because I'm not part of this world, because it's not my club, and even if I went home, how many years could I play this game? I'm getting old, and you are so young, but you have a death wish, and I can't do that. I can't watch you die."
He kissed John's forehead. "We don't have to go to the backroom. You don't ever have to go in there."