Who: Justin Taylor & Brian Kinney What: Justin meets the literal man from his dreams When: Backdated: End of June; just before Scotland Where: A club in Orange County Rating: More or less Family Friendly Status: Complete
With Billy being so busy helping Zelda finalize wedding plans with the wedding so close, Justin had made plans with a few friends from work to go to a club after work for a couple of hours then he was going to spend the night at Billy’s once his boyfriend was finished helping Zelda. After arriving at the club, Justin and his friends had gotten a drink then headed out onto the dance floor to work off some energy from the day. Justin wasn’t sure how long they were out there, but soon he was getting thirsty again and after telling his friends where he was going, Justin headed back to the bar and ordered another drink then turned and leaned against the bar once his drink was in hand, watching everyone else in the club.
Two things Brian had deduced about the OC: the clubs were for shit, but the men were hot. It was true, at least, that this part of California housed the most attractive men Brian had seen in a long time. The trouble was, finding his prey was more difficult. There wasn’t much competition and Brian didn’t to be competitive anyway, but when the options were so many, the only real logical answer was either a threesome or an orgy. This would have been the perfect solution to the problem of the overabundance of rock hard bodies if it weren’t for that beautiful twink who was dancing like molten sex on the floor.
Brian watched him from the second floor balcony, leaning coolly over the rail, looking as if he were king of this ridiculous place and not just some patron. He wore a black sleeveless Versace top and grey Armani trousers, cut to fit, and every man would agree Heaven couldn’t smell as good. It was all well practiced, but effortless all at once. Brian popped an E tab onto his tongue, pulled it into his mouth and sucked it against the inside of his cheek as he watched the kid dance to the thumpa-thump of the bass.
Once he’d finished his drink, Justin went back to rejoin his friends and was letting the music control the way his body moved when he tipped his head back, blue eyes closed as he simply felt the beat of the music thrum through him. Opening his eyes, he scanned the upper level briefly, not really expecting to see anyone he knew; however, as his eyes passed over Brian his heart gave a lurch inside his chest and he stopped dancing abruptly, one of his friends bumping into him. Glancing back at his friend, he made sure he was okay before turning his attention back to where he’d seen the man from his dreams, half expecting him not to actually be there. It was entirely possible that he had been seeing things, but when he looked back up into the upper level of the club, there he was. The man was unmistakable and Justin was unsure what he was supposed to do.
Normally whenever someone looked at Brian in a state of awe, it was because they were looking directly at something they’d only dreamt of, something they couldn’t touch because they were sure it wasn’t real. Oh, but Brian was real. Very real. And he was also slightly confused because this wasn’t quite that look, it was more like the kid had seen a ghost. It was then that Brian also realized just how young the kid was. At least he looked old enough. At least twenty. That was good, that was fine; Brian wasn’t quite high enough to fuck a minor. He should be higher, so on his way from the balcony, he stopped for a bit of nose candy and that made it better. That made things easier to approach the startled looking boy whose face switched colors under the light strobes. “Hey,” Brian said. He didn’t yell over the music, he didn’t have to. He stepped into the boy’s personal space. “Dance with me.”
It was true, Justin looked pretty young and still got carded every time he bought alcohol or cigarettes and most people were surprised to find out that he was almost in his mid twenties, but to tell the truth, Justin enjoyed it. The last thing Justin wanted was to look old, which was something he had in common with Brian in the dreams. When Brian approached him, Justin blinked, trying to wipe the dumbfounded look off his face. He didn’t want to creep the older man out, not that Brian got creeped out easily in the dreams, so he assumed it was the same in real life.
When Brian asked if he wanted to dance the answer should have been that he had a boyfriend, but suddenly he was eighteen and they were in Babylon and all Justin could do was smile that smile of his and nod, “Sure.” He knew the difference between real life and the dreams, so it was unlikely he’d let this go any further than dancing, but he couldn’t just say no and he was sure that Billy would understand when he told him later.
The boy was slightly arrogant, at least from what Brian could tell and Brian liked that in his tricks, especially in his twinks. As they danced, he let the deep bass move through him, keeping his eyes on the boy. He didn’t care about the kid’s name, past, or any of that other unimportant shit. He cared about fucking him. The E in his system only heightened the want. His right hand slid around the boy, landing against the curvy small of his back. He pulled the boy closer until he could smell his skin and they shared breath. The kid felt sweet, but certainly not innocent. Brian smirked at him, tilting his head in until their lips were less than an inch away. Kissing would come later, though. He’d be damned if he’d kiss anyone in front of a group of people.
As Brian’s hand slid down to the small of his back, Justin’s pulse sped up slightly and he took a deep breath to try and clear his mind. He knew, from the dreams, how Brian operated and as dazed as he was, he had to keep a clear head so as not to let anything happen here. He could never cheat on Billy, no matter how hot Brian was. Maybe if he’d shown up a year ago, before he and Billy had started dating things would have been different, but now he had to focus. Realizing just how close they were, Justin turned his head, making it seem like he was doing it in time with the music.When he looked back at the older man, his head was a little farther back this time, “Have you come here before?” He asked, over the music, wondering if Brian was new in town or if he’d been in Orange County all along.
Brian stared at the boy for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those,” he groaned, disappointed that this boy, who was better looking than at least half these trashy queers, would ever have to use any kind of pick up line, much less something so corny and desperate. Maybe he ought to kiss him, just to stop him from using anything else, but Brian only pulled the boy even closer, letting him feel what he could have later on if he’d drop the stupid lines.
Justin could definitely see how Brian would think of his question as a pick up line, but Justin was just curious and shook his head in response, “No. I was just wondering. Is that a crime?” As Brian pulled him closer, Justin’s eyes slid shut for a moment; only a moment and he tried to ignore the way his pulse rose even higher as their bodies pressed together. This was going to be a little more difficult than he’d thought. Sure, he had more willpower than in the dreams where his dream self craved attention like this from Brian who was usually trying to find someone else to fuck since they had their arrangement that no matter what they’d always come home by a certain time, but in this world Justin wasn’t that same eighteen year old kid who was in love with Brian, “I assume you don’t do small talk?” He almost added, ‘as well as boyfriends,’ but stopped himself, because Brian didn’t know that Justin knew these things about him already.
No. No, Brian didn’t do small talk. He did screwing and this was becoming boring. Instead of answering the boy’s question, he placed his free hand to the back of the blond twinkie’s neck and guided that sweet little ear to his lips, speaking against it in puffs of heated breath. “I’m going to take you home,” he said, “and I’m going to fuck you all night.”
As Brian’s breath ghosted over Justin’s ear, he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Part of him didn’t want to tell the older man that he couldn’t go home with him and that he had a boyfriend, knowing, from the dreams, just how good Brian was. There was a reason Brian had a reputation as a sex god on Liberty Avenue, but untike his and Brian’s dream counterparts, Justin and Billy didn’t have any kind the sort of open non-relationship that he and Brian had.
Pulling back a little, Justin opened his eyes as he tried to get control of his body, “While I don’t doubt that you’re true to your word, I can’t.” Did he tell him that he had a boyfriend or just leave it vague? This was so very confusing.
Brian knew, though. He knew it just like he knew that hesitant look in the faces of other men and heard it in their voices. “What? Got a boyfriend?” he asked, looking the kid in the stunning blues of his eyes. He was a beautiful guy and Brian wasn’t usually even into twinks, but he’d certainly like to be into this one.
Justin had been referred to as a twink for awhile and even now, near mid twenties, he was still referred to as one and honestly, he didn’t think that’d ever change and he really didn’t mind. Looking younger than he was could definitely be a good thing. As Brian asked that question, Justin nodded, “Yeah, actually. I do.” He could have explained that he was out with his friends while his boyfriend was finishing up some work, but knowing Brian he would just tune it out.
“How cute,” Brian said flatly. “What’s he got to do with me?” Of course, the answer was nothing, but Brian wasn’t going to beg. He didn’t need to. Another no would suffice him just fine and he’d move on to the next thing that would probably be more interesting than someone concerned about his pretty little home life.
Justin wasn’t the least bit surprised by Brian’s answer. Leave it to Brian Kinney to think that he was above everyone else and that things like monogamy weren’t a real thing, “Well, I can’t cheat on him. The dancing, he won’t mind, but I’m pretty sure he won’t appreciate it if I fuck someone else.” Saying no to Brian was probably the hardest thing he’d ever have to do.
“You can spare me the details,” Brian said with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t have the time nor the patience for games anyway. What was a young pretty boy doing at a club if he wasn’t looking to fuck? Whatever. “See you later,” he said, but it didn’t sound promising at all. With that, he walked away, moving between the bodies in the crowd with mute disinterest.