Hey, Stud Wanna Dance?- B/J One Shot

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
A/N:Originally written and posted for monthly challenge @EKG_club.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Comments are love.

A title wave of emotions washes over Brian as he's taking his first steps into his club. To say he's overwhelmed with emotion would be an understatement. He's proud to rise from the ashes, prove all the haters that he-and the rest of gay Pittsburgh- have prevailed. He's thrilled to be back on top of his restored kingdom, reclaiming his title. He knows there are scores of young guys out there who's never been to his playground. He feels their excitement. They can't wait to get in.

Brian mounts the catwalk high above the dance floor. He takes his time to look around.

Then he stops. Taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. A lot has happened since he was last seen in this place and as much as he would like to he knows he can't take any rushed decision or any wrong move.

He spent five long weeks supervising everything that had to be done to restore this place to it's former glory. Installing new equipment, mending broken walls and shuttered glass, rebuilding hope. At the same time his own life were about to go off track.

Things were happening too fast and he-who always needed to be in control- felt everything he knew and cared for was slipping away from him. First thing after the bombing Mel and Lindsay decided to leave- no matter what- and take the kids with them. Brian never realized how deeply attached he'd grown to Gus until the moment he stood there, reaching his hand out to cap the young boy's head in it, kissing his little forehead through Lindsay's car window.

Then Justin left.

Unlike Mel and Lindsay's decision which left him empty and hallow the decision to let Justin go was something he could at least decide for himself. That wasn't a decision he took lightly but it was his and Justin's mutual decision. They both promised each other they'll see each other all the time and heck, they both knew it meant they're willing to face one of life's most challenging endeavors- maintaining a long distance relationship. They knew they would not let time and space stand in their way from that moment on . That didn't make it any easier though.

Brian folds his lips inward, absently scanning the dance floor below following a few young studs on their way to the newly opened back rooms. He doesn't even flinch. Pressing his lips onto the rim of a cold full beer bottle he knows he can just walk down, reach out and grab it. Grab any of it, ALL of it. Any of THEM. He IS Brian Kinney for fuck's sake. He's queer. That's where he lives. That's who is. Justin wouldn't object. Hell he would even approve. Brian takes another look around and lets out a short dry huff instead. The emptiness at the pit of his stomach wouldn't go away. So what if he drags a smooth piece of ass –or two- to the back room to fuck in front of everybody? What good would it do? It would obviously provide an instant-short lived relief, reinforce Brian's undeniable long running status as the Stud of Liberty Ave and help cement his hold on the coveted King of Babylon title but then what?... ? Taking yet another faceless ass home to the loft to claim his prize?

No, that's something Brian doesn't feel like doing.

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles at Emmett, Ted and Black who are all standing downstairs with their backs to the bar like old times.

Brian waves at them and move his gaze to the other side of the room, quite impressed with the new state of the art sound and lighting system he had commissioned.

Oddly enough that doesn't bring him the long awaited relief. He never thought he'd feel this way but at this point he feels he would rather be home, sitting on his rag, listening to some of his Thelonious Monk records, chatting with Justin on MySpace, enjoying their carefree banter and making plans for the weekend when it's Brian's turn to fly over to NYC to be with Justin.

"Brian… Briiian!! Listen to me! Are you listening ?" he can hear a voice from behind him through the thick Thumpa Thumpa thick wall of sound.

"Hey stud, wanna dance?" The guy says. NOW he can definitely recognize this voice. Seconds later Justin's blue orbs glisten towards him in the darken space.

"Wha..??? What the fuck are YOU doing here? You said there's no way you're going to make it in time to the Pitts for the reopening. You… you.." Brian stops mid sentence before he would start to mumble and –fuck it- sniff his nose.

"Well… I completed all the preparation for my next art project earlier than expected and I thought it might be a good idea to spend the rest of the week back home so … here I am," Justin explains as Brian envelops him in a tight embrace, pressing their bodies and lips together.

"Missed ya," he whispers under his breath in a distorted voice filled with want as they break the kiss.

"Missed you too. Fuck, all I was able to draw in the past four weeks was your dick, believe it or not," comes the sweet response from the blond. He tucks his head under the crock of Brian's neck, holding on to the taller man's short black leather jacket, inhaling him in silence. Both men seem to be oblivious to the hustle and bustle of the Babylon reopening festivities around them until Justin slightly pulls back. "Hmm … is there a light stick in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" he inquires teasingly.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Brian answers in a raspy voice.

"Let's get out of here then," Justin suggests, pulling Brian's arm, directing him towards one of the secluded VIP back rooms.

"I kinda had something else in mind," Brian stops in his tracks.

"What could it possibly be?" Justin smirks.

"How about we go back home to fuck in our bed?" Brian offers in a velvety deep voice.

"Why, Mr. Kinney…" Justin giggles but then takes a slight pause. "Are you serious?" the younger man continues, his voice softens once he realized his partner's intentions are much more profound.

"I've never been more serious in my life," Brian answers, curling his lips inward, reminding Justin of another crossroad they both reached not so long ago when it seemed as though there was no hope for them.

"Let's go," he nods quietly.

"And not a moment too soon!" Brian confirms.

"But… wait, what about that dance?" Justin then mentions matter-of-factly as they're about to leave the club.
"There will be plenty of time for that, later. I promise you won't forget THIS one," Brian smiles, fleshing his crooked tooth.

"Seeing as YOU never break your promise I guess I'll have to leave my dance card empty tonight, just for you stud," Justin says, entwining his fingers with Brian's as they walk –hand in hand- towards Brian's Jeep that's parked around the curb.

"You do that, Sunshine," Brian answers, a whole a new title wave of emotions washes over him.

Comments

[techgirl-on-ij.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so sweet! Thank you for making them happy and in love♥

Hugs!!

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for taking the time to read and comment dearest techi. Your super supportive feedback means so much to me. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this one shot :)
*hugs back*

[shenova.livejournal.com]

Sweet nice to read a story where the guys still saw each other when Justin was in NY.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I really appreciate your sweet supportive feedback. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this story.

[hikinggirl70.livejournal.com]

That was amazing!

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Aw.. thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your super supportive feedback means a lot to me. Thrilled to know you enjoyed this :)