Oh No, You Didn't! – AU series Part 2/10

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Beta:Kim predec2 Can't thank you enough!!
Alternate POV's
A/N:This is not a WIP. I'll be posting regularly.
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Part 2

Brian's POV

This club is cool. There are bright lights and just the right amount of pretty boys on the dance floor. Some of them look rather fuckable, actually. It's not my playground and I don't call the shots here, but I still know the rules. I notice a tall, beefy guy in a black wife beater standing by the bar. I nod at him and he gestures back.

I approach him without so much as a friendly smirk and while I wait for the bartender to bring me my double JB I briefly check the guy out. A bit too much beef, and from what I see he's probably one of those smart ass tricks who brag about being a top while he's obviously a bottom, but I can't be bothered with that tonight.

The guy moves closer and taps me on my shirt. I pull back and reach out to grab my drink from the counter, but I stop right there. A pair of ivory colored legs stands between me and my drink. I lift my eyes and I see the rest of him. A perfect harmony of pale, milky skin, huge, blue pools of eyes, and ripe, red lips. The guy's hair looks ridiculously blond and soft.

"Give a guy a hand?" the boy asks. He doesn't sound as smug as those boys I've met before.

I don't even look at the beefy trick beside me. Instead, I extend my hand to help the blond guy descend from the bar. I notice a medium-sized tattoo in the shape of a dark blue Scorpion on the inside of his wrist. Holy shit, he's wearing fake, white, angel wings. He smiles at me briefly and then turns away to chat with another angel-winged guy, proudly pulling wads of dollar bills from his skimpy underwear. I quickly estimate there's about $50 in there and for some reason my heart twitches.

"Wanna get outta here? We can fuck in the back," the beefy guy says suddenly. I don't even turn my head to look at him. Instead, my eyes are still fixed on the blond boy. His bare chest glistens with sweat and glitter as he bends his head to kiss the other go-go boy who's about the same height as he.

"I'm not paying you to kiss your boyfriend," A sleazy looking guy growls as he approaches them.

"He's not my boyfriend," I can hear the blond replying.

He then shrugs his shoulders and smiles wryly as the sleaze bag shoves a small packet containing a familiar looking white powder in the boy's hands.

I feel I must get out of here. I don't know why, but I just have to get some air.

As I stand outside I feel the strain and burn in my balls. Fuck, I need to get off.

There are so many fuckable guys around here. I can't believe I'm unable to find anyone here to ring in the New Year with.

I pull out my phone. It's almost 11 p.m. No wonder the street is so noisy.

A tall guy stands outside handing out colorful flyers. I grab one as I continue to walk. My fingers twitch as I dial the 1-800 number that's printed on the flyer. I have called those sites and agencies so many times before, and I've had so many of those hustlers for hire in my bed at the loft that I shouldn't really feel agitated, but I do.


Justin's POV

It's almost midnight, which means it's almost the New Year, but there's no way I'll have enough time to watch the ball drop in Times Square or even lie on the couch in my apartment next to my friend Daphne, watching it on TV.

Just as I was getting ready to leave the club I got a call from my agency. Some old jerk probably wants to get his dick sucked just in time for the New Year, so they assigned me. I don't really mind. These gigs usually don't last more than fifteen minutes tops and I end up earning more than I do when I dance on the bar for six grueling hours.

The thing is, I need to figure out a way to get to this guy's hotel in Chelsea, which is quite a fucking task tonight.

I call Daphne to let her know I won't make it in time. She giggles knowingly and tells me to be careful and that we'll see each other in the morning. We've always been there for each other ever since she joined me after my dad threw me out and I ran away from home when we were both seventeen. I always thought she had the perfect family and the perfect life, but apparently she wanted more than having to deal with her controlling mother and her absent father and being bullied in school, not only because she was African American but even worse - she was this 'fag' kid's best friend.

I eventually exit the subway and check my phone for the address the agency texted me.

This is a really impressive hotel, I couldn't help thinking as I gazed up at the expensive-looking building. I could live here. Too bad I'll be in and out of here before I know it.

TBC…