Re: John/Brian
Brian kissed him back, smiling. "You're so much better off without me, but you're too stubborn to see it." He nipped John's lip. "I never said that I need fixing, only that you wanted to fix me. I know who I am, faults and all. I've made peace with who I am long ago. I wouldn't be able to live the life I live otherwise. I'm not sure it's your type of life."
He listened to the rest and no matter how John played with the words, it always came down to the fact that John was doing it for him, and that didn't sit well with him. "Whether you're doing it to make me happy or because it brings me pleasure, it's still not something you want, and that alone makes me not want it." He started to laugh. "Fuck, Gorgeous, you're so blind. I am old, but you know what? It doesn't matter tonight, because I'm not giving you a fantasy tonight, but I'm going to show you how much I want you."
Taking John's hand, Brian began to walk. He hadn't asked about the backroom when he'd come in, but it was hard not to know where it was if you knew the signs. He walked straight there, and once he stepped inside, he was in very familiar territory. The room was dark, with just enough light to give you glimpses of what was happening. The smell of sex permeated the air. The sounds were drowned by the music, but that only rendered the more tantalizing. Then there was that secret language that existed in every back room. it was a language made of looks. Lust, jealousy, challenge, they were all present in one way or another, and Brian knew how to decipher them all.
He stood around just enough to find the perfect spot, the right combination of space, privacy, while still having everyone's eyes on them. He stalked there, still holding John's hand, and this time, there was a very different reason to pin his lover against the wall. "You can still change your mind. It's not going to change anything with us."