Justin's POV Brian Kinney. It was a name that I have come to learn well over the past years. The 'Stud of Liberty Avenue' sounded like a tall tale to me, and I wouldn't have believed that the man really existed if it wasn't for Michael, who used to be Brian's best friend. Michael had showed me pictures of the man that he had known since high school, and I had to admit even I could easily drool over the gorgeous man. And if the pictures weren't proof enough, there was always Gus, the son that Brian abandoned, along with Michael. But how much of the rumors of the man were true, and what was just fiction? I first heard his name from Debbie, Michael's mother who practically adopted me at first sight, about four years ago. "God, you’re cute, Sunshine." She calls me Sunshine, because she thinks I can light up a room with my smile. I guess that's sort of true. It seems to fit me. Though, it took some time to get use to it. "I'm so glad my boy has found you. You’re just what the doctor ordered to get Mikey over Brian Fucking Kinney." The nickname seems to fit him as well, from what I've heard, but if I remember correctly, Mikey said his real middle name was Aidan. On the streets, it is said that the "Stud of Liberty Avenue," a.k.a. Brian Fucking Kinney, would fuck any gay, straight, and undecided man in Pittsburgh, and if it was fucking was an Olympic sport, Brian would hold the records. Anyone and everyone fucked by Brian basically said he was the best fuck ever. And it seemed that the man had fucked every fuckable guy on Liberty Avenue, with a few exceptions. Michael being one of them. But why not Michael? That question haunts me to this day. I don't know what there was between Brian and Michael really. Michael swears they were just good friends, but the way he talks about him, the look of lust and hurt in eyes tells a different story. Michael had loved Brian. I'm sure, and his friends confirmed it for me. Maybe Brian loved Michael too, and that's why he couldn't sleep with Michael. He didn't want him to be just another fuck. But then why did Brian ditch Michael without leaving him anyway to get a hold of him? Why vanish into thin air? Was it because Brian couldn't quit fucking around, so he left Michael, letting him get on with his life? And why after all the years did he call out of the blue last week? Could Ethan be right? Could Brian finally be coming back for Michael? If Michael had to choose between Brian and me, who would he pick? Him or me? What am I going to do if I lose him? These thoughts are why I haven't been sleeping well this past week and haven't been able to focus on my artwork. Of course, it didn't help that all Michael seemed to be capable of speaking about this week was Brian Fucking Kinney. Now honestly, I never cared to know too much about this man. Michael has always talked Brian about through out our relationship. We even made a comic book about him for crying out loud! This man that I have never met always seems to lurk in our shadows. But he was Michael’s first love . . . So I have tried not to let it get to me. And it hasn’t–until now. Before, I could deal with Brian, because he wasn't real to me. He was almost no more real then Captain Astro. Nothing would ever come of it, so there was no problem. But now, he was real, for he is returning to Pittsburgh. Needless to say, I’m not looking forward to having the great Brian Fucking Kinney staying with us. Through all I have learned over the years, I came to one conclusion with help of others. Brian Kinney is a pure asshole despite what Michael says about him. No one is a completely a bad person, there is always some good in everyone, but still. I mean, come on. Brian seemed to have fucked everyone in one way or other. He just left, leaving everyone behind without looking back like a one night stand. He has never even seen his son. Which I puts him lower than my own father, because at least, my father cared about me once even if he doesn't anymore. Brian just looks out for Brian, and Brian only, even Michael had admitted to that. So I find it hard to see what Michael ever saw in the guy standing befor us. Sure, Brian is easy on the eyes. What am I saying? The man is fucking gorgeous! But just like about every really good looking man, he is a complete fucking asshole. To think he thought he could just grab me off the dance floor and drag me into the back room and fuck me. Well, fuck him. Who the hell does he think I am? He clearly doesn't know a damn thing about me, and already he is testing. I still feel his eyes upon me. In fact, I don't think he has completely taken his eyes off me since I walked over to them. My stomach tightens up again. I feel like I may puke for the second time to tonight. I lost supper right after I left Brian outside of the back room. Luckily, Todd in the rest room offered me some tic tacs, or my breath would totally reek right now. But I'm not going to let myself appear like some weak little faggot in front of Brian, or he'll walk right over me, I'm sure of it. I can't let him know how intimidated I am by him. Even if he is asshole, I still have to put up with the man for a few days. )=( Brian's POV For some reason, I find it hard to tear my eyes away from the blond. My cock whimpers at half mass still wanting to come and play inside the blond who holds Michael tightly, stating his claim on my best friend. This is totally fucked up. I wish someone would pinch and wake me up from this. I shift slightly trying to focus on the words coming out of Michael’s mouth, but with no luck. Justin isn't exactly the guy I picture Michael with. Though, the boy looks about the same age Michael acts. Michael was always more into guys who were built like his comics book heroes, but there is something quite captivating about the blond. There is an air of innocence about him. He embodies the gifts of youth and ethereal beauty. I get why Michael or anyone would be interested in him, and I figured Michael would fall for the first guy who showed an interest for more than just a fuck. But what the hell did the kid see in Michael? What did he have that I didn't? The blond laughs and his cheeks brighten about whatever Michael just said. Could the boy get any fucking more desirable? "Christ, I need a drink," I mumble. "What was that, Brian?" Michael chuckles and the blond finally looks at me with light cooling off in his eyes, and the longer he stares at me, his bright grin turns to stone. I've definitely made an impression on him, that’s for sure. "I said let me buy you two lovebirds a drink," I say putting on a smile and heading off to bar. I order three shots and three beers. I lift my shot to them and down it. They follow my lead. Suddenly the sound of a familiar tune starts singing out of Michael's coat pocket. It takes a second for me to register that it was theme to Mighty Mouse. I cough a laugh of amusement. "What," Michael asks as fishes out his phone. "I recall a few minutes ago you telling how grown up you are now." "Hey, I’ll have you know that Mighty Mouse is very popular cell phone tune." I give him the ‘yeah right’ stare. He ignores me and answers the phone. "Yeah, for six year olds," I remark, which causes the blond to giggle. I smile back at him, catching his eyes for a moment before he looks away. "Hello?! What . . . Ma, I can't hear you! Hold on!" Michael turns to us saying he’ll be right back and walks away quickly, leaving the two of us alone at the bar. We stand there in a very long moment of silence. He is looking anywhere but me as he sips on his beer. Finishing my beer, I decide to break the ice and find out more about this enchanting blond whom I’d love to fuck, but may never get to. )=( Justin's POV I silently pray for Michael to hurry back, because I surely don't want to be with Brian for very long. However, knowing Debbie as I do, it will probably be while before Michael will be back. Maybe I should say something to a strike up a conversation, but I don’t really know what to say to him, or if I really want to speak with him. I usually try to be friendly, but there's something about him that really gets under my skin. I really don't like Brian, not one bit. I hope he isn't planning on staying long. Shit! He's talking to me. "Huh?" "I said, how long have been with Michael," he asks, moving closer to me. "A little over four years. Four years, two weeks, and a day to be exact," I say in one breath. "Wow. I'm impressed," he comments dryly as he finishes his beer. "Why? Because you don't believe that two men can be in love, in a committing relationship? Or is that he had you replaced so quickly," I remark shortly. Maybe if he got the idea that I didn't like him, he would just leave me alone. "Ouch, there, Blondie." "Justin. My name is Justin." "Okay, Justin. First off, it isn't so much that I don't believe in love, I just can't imagine it lasting. And second, I don't think Michael replaced me with anyone. Michael will always have a place in his heart for me." Fuck, Ethan was right. He came back for . . . "Michael, that's wrong?" I ask as I catch a slightly sulking Michael returning. "It's my mom. She is sooo pissed. I think you were right. I should have given them the dog instead of the big screen television. They will never learn how to work it," he sighs. "Sorry, Brian, but I've got go over to see if I can figure out what they did before the Betty Davis film comes on, or my name will be mud." He turns back to me, and I fear what he is about to say next. "Justin, I'm going take the Toyota, so if you go with Brian, I'll meet you guys at home. If that's okay with you, Brian." Brian nods. Oh, God, no! "Or I can go and you two catch up on old times." I really don't want leave the two alone, but I trust Michael. And I sure as hell don't want to be stuck with Brian. Especially stuck with him in such a confined area, like a car. "Thanks. But I better go, or I'll never hear the end of it." He gives me a chaste kiss. "I’ll see you two when I get home." Great, just great. I watch Michael disappear. Setting my Sam Adams on table, I start heading for the exit. "Where are you going in such a rush now?" "We're going home." "Well, it's about time you asked me. But the night is still young. It's too early to be going home so soon. Besides, you still have to finish drinking your beer." I grab my beer and chug the last of it down, slamming the empty bottle on the table top. "Are you happy now?" "Ecstatic," he smirks. "Good. Can we go now?" ***This fic was edited by The Slash Faerie.***