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Brother's Keeper
by Vamphile
Thirteen
Aaron’s POV
I know Justin’s my brother, and I should appreciate all he’s doing for me, but man Brian is so fucking cool.
It’s not just the condoms, it’s the way he walks and the way he talks and the way he doesn’t seem to put up with bullshit from anyone. Well, maybe he puts up with a little from Justin but even Justin said that he’d call him on it when it gets too aggravating. Now I know who I want to be when I grow up. I want to be Brian Kinney. He has his shit together.
I’m following behind them trying not to look too much like a tag along and I think he gets it because he puts his arm around me and we walk straight past the line and into Boy-Toy. I’m amazed.
I’ve been here once, or twice…okay about ten times before but I always had to bat my eyes and wiggle my ass, and sometimes blow the bouncer to get in. I’m not stupid. I didn’t think Brian was gonna have to blow the bouncer but I at least thought he’d have to pay the fucking cover charge. I was so sure Justin was, at least, gonna get carded. And I didn’t know how I was gonna get in but neither of them seemed worried and the bouncer just smiled at Brian and let all three of us in.
Maybe that’s why his arm was around me. I don’t care. I don’t want him. Not the way Justin wants him. He’s way too old. Hot as fuck, and he’s apparently pretty fucking amazing in bed too, at least from what I’ve heard when Justin tries to be quiet… They really forget anyone else is even in the room sometimes.
It’s freaky, and twisted. I was right on that count. They are a fucking twisted couple. And they bicker and shit, but sometimes I’m standing there, and it’s like they’re having this entire conversation, but they’re not touching each other and neither is talking.
We head towards the bar and Brian holds up four fingers. The bartender nods. No words no wait, and the crowd just fucking parts. What is he, fucking royalty? The bartender puts four tequila shooters in front of them and I’m hoping one’s for me.
I pretend I’m assuming one is… Justin said I could drink once I was here. I follow Justin's lead and lick my hand and pour the salt on. They’re not saying a word. Excellent. I drink mine quick and almost choke. This tequila is not the shit I’m used to. Guys may buy twinks drinks; they don’t buy them the good stuff.
Brian apparently only buys the good stuff.
I’m almost choking but I just make a face and then I watch them. It’s twisted. Have I mentioned that? First Brian does a shot. And Justin’s holding his drink like he’s waiting for something. And then Brian lifts a second shot glass like he’s toasting Justin. They lick, they drink, and then Justin’s leaning in to eat the lime out of Brian’s mouth. Christ, it’s like a fucking piece of choreography. And I’m gonna pretend it’s not hot because he’s my fucking brother.
I guess he’s hot, but he’s my fucking brother, and he’s an asshole. Brian’s the nice one. That’s obvious.
Brian raises an eyebrow and Justin nods. Brian holds up three fingers and this time I think he’s leaving me out. He’s not. They both stand back and watch me do the shot. And fuck them for looking amused. I take it like a man…almost. Justin ends up laughing and I shoot him a look.
Then they do their little lime face suck routine again and I feel someone put his arm around my waist. It’s Zack. I’ve danced with him a couple of times and he’s hot but it never went further than that. This time I’m thinking it’s gonna go further. I turn and smile at him and let him drag me onto the dance floor. I look back quickly and Brian is holding Justin’s arm…keeping him from coming after me. He whispers something in Justin’s ear but Justin doesn’t seem to find the same humor in the comment that Brian does. I wonder what he said but then Zack is grinding against me and the alcohol is going to my head just a little and I don’t fucking care what the sugardaddyclubfreakchildmolester is saying to my half brother. What Zack is saying to me however…that’s of interest.
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The bartender put two bottles of beer in front of Brian. He handed one to Justin and smiled. “They still think I need to buy you drinks.”
“They can fuck off.”
He nuzzled Justin’s neck a little and got a less than enthusiastic response. “Stop staring, you look like a chicken hawk.”
“Most of these fuckers still think I’m a chicken.”
“You’re in a bad mood.”
Justin was staring so hard at Aaron Brian thought he might be trying Rage’s powers of mind control. “Won’t work… you can glare all you want.” Brian whispered to him under the heavy thrum of the music. “He’s gonna dance with guys. You took him to a gay dance club moron.”
“This was a mistake.”
“He’ll be fine.”
“Dance with me.” Justin grabbed Brian's arm and pulled him to the floor, and he could almost forget about the fact that his little half-breed looked like he was about to jerk that guy off on the dance floor when Brian rolled his hips against his and bent his knees just right so that their cocks were pushed together separated only by the black jeans Brian was wearing and the soft leather of Justin’s pants. “He’s gonna fuck him right here.”
“Didn’t you explain the rules of back rooms?”
‘I told him not to go there.”
“Oh that’s gonna work.”
“Brian. He’s….”
“He’s fine. Fucking dance with me, and let the kid have some fun. He’s at boy-toy. He’s pretty fucking safe. He’s dancing with another kid, and you’re the one who’s been walking around punching people all week. You’re lucky I let you come out an play tonight.”
Justin wanted to laugh… he really did. “Okay, but…”
Brian turned him around, and pressed himself against Justin’s ass. “You’re too young to have a teenaged son. Relax… he’s not doing anything you didn’t do. Hell, he’s doing a lot less than you did.”
“What the fuck was I thinking.”
“Don’t know. I was too stoned to notice.”
“Bullshit. You were paying pretty close attention.”
“Yeah I was. Now shut up and dance with me.”
And they did. Brian wasn’t oblivious enough to offer Justin a bump or a hit. Both would dull his senses and Justin felt the need to be alert. He took one himself though, if for no other reason than to forget that he was at fucking boy-toy.
He never really was much of a chicken hawk himself. And the place hadn’t gone up until after he was beyond his own chicken stage. He’d never really liked this place. But then again…
Murphy, the bouncer had worked at Babylon before the bombing… which made getting Aaron in pretty easy. And Jamie was tending bar. He wondered idly if he could lure Jamie back to Babylon once it reopened. He had class and knew when to card, and when to cut a guy off to keep the place from getting sued. He was good with names and didn’t skim from the till… yeah; he’d have to talk to Jamie later.
“Hey!”
“What?”
“Where’d you go?”
“Huh?”
Justin walked back to the bar and Jamie handed them each a beer.
“I was thinking about how much better Babylon’s gonna be than this cheesy place.”
“Yeah, but the DJ’s good, you should hire him.”
Brian listened for a few seconds as one song faded to another… “Yeah, I might.”
Jamie leaned over the bar, “you reopening?”
“You want your old position?”
“Sorry, seeing someone regularly now Brian, but I’d love to tend bar there again.”
Brian and Justin both laughed. “I’ll call you when we’re at the staffing stage.”
“Thank god…all these fucking twinks, he looked pointedly but good-naturedly at Justin.”
“I know, fucking little kids, tips must suck.”
Jamie sighed. “Gotta make a living. Call me.”
Brian nodded and Justin kissed his arm. “See people miss Babylon.”
“I paid Jamie almost twice what he makes here is my guess.”
“Well, okay, so the employees miss Babylon…but if Murphy ever let Aaron in here for a blow job he’s off the list of rehires.”
“Justin.”
“Brian, that’s just bad company policy.”
Brain actually saw the logic to that. He was about to admit as much to Justin when he bolted after Aaron. Brian grabbed him just in time. “Stop.”
“He’s going…”
“Exactly where we told him not to? Justin be realistic.”
They danced again and Brian started to lead Justin to the back room…hoping they’d left enough time for Aaron to finish and get back to the dance floor.
Aaron’s POV
This is definitely it. I’ve been here before. To this club. I’ve let guys buy me drinks before but this is different. Tonight I’m on a mission. My head’s buzzing a little from the tequila, and the two shots of cheap whiskey that Zack bought me… and then he offers me a bump and my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t know what he puts in that shit but it’s good.
I know they said no drugs from strangers but Zack doesn’t really qualify. I’ve seen him here a lot. We’ve danced a couple of times. We made out once but got interrupted by his friend who had the car and demanded that they leave. But tonight… I’m not letting anything stop me.
He’s leaning me against the wall and I can feel the cold cinderblock against my back. He’s lifting my shirt even higher, his mouth attached to one of my nipples and I swear to god it feels like he’s trying to suck my dick through my body. Christ he’s good at this. His hands are working at my jeans and I’m working at his.
I’m fuzzy headed; a little, mostly just relaxed, and I can hear the sounds of other guys all around us.
Not exactly a lot of soft surfaces in a back room and the grunts and noises echo around until you’re not sure where they’re coming from. His mouth is on mine now and I swear to god I’ll deny it tomorrow, or possibly in ten minutes but right now, this second, I love Zack.
Joey was good. Better than Billy or Tyler. Those guys were just… I’m not even sure they were gay. I swear to god they didn’t know what to do with a naked man. Zack does. And I wouldn’t even have to be naked for him to do this to me. He’s doing this thing with his tongue behind my ear, and my hands are in his straight black hair. It’s too long. I like it like that. I can ball it up in my fists and pull his mouth against my neck. And then I feel his mouth moving lower again, and he flicks at my nipples and keeps moving lower. And fuck he’s got amazing hands and they’re on my ass now. I open my eyes just a little and the sight of a really hot couple just makes the whole thing hotter. The guy is black and like dark black, and he’s fucking some kid who’s skin is paler than my brothers. My brother? Get my fucking brother out of my head. I stare at the guy, bent over, his pale ass swallowing this guys huge black cock and I’m so hard it hurts.
Zack is licking me now and I didn’t know there were guys this talented with their tongues. I’ve only ever really done this with guys my age and they’re always fumbling around and not sure what to do, and the ones who won’t admit they’re gay might give you a hand job but this…
Oh Christ. His mouth his so hot and wet and I want to just start pumping into his face but I know that’s rude. I curl my hands in his hair again and watch the black and white couple, that looks like some kind of really hot old movie finish.
My eyes are closed and I feel my dick hit the back of Zack’s throat and I’m trying to think of something, anything to keep me from coming too fast. But Zack seems determined to get me there at warp speed. He’s cradling my balls with one hand, the other is kneading my ass, and the sensations are just too much and I can’t think and I can’t stop, and I grip his hair in like this death grip to warn him but he doesn’t get the hint, or doesn’t care. I’m coming and he’s swallowing and I’m telling you right now I fucking love Zack.
When I open my eyes again a few moments later, leaning in to kiss him, I pull back. I know he’s mad. He thinks it’s cause he just blew me, but that’s not it at all. I’m getting a death glare from a blonde I know a little too well these days, and his sugardaddyclubfreakchildmolester is laughing. Fucking assholes…both of them.
Zack leans in against me. I hear him whispering in my ear “hey, relax.” And I’m trying. My knees feel like rubber. I just came harder then I think I’ve ever come, and my brother looks like he’s about to show off his street gang skills on the guy I’m planning on fucking in about two minutes, once I can breathe again.
Zack offers me another bump and I want to take it but even Brian’s face changes. I push his hand away. “I’ve um…I’ve gotta…” I try to finish my sentence but Justin's hand is around my wrist and I’m being dragged out to the alley.
I think I’m done loving Zack. I’m pretty sure he’s done loving me as I hear him yell “asshole!” after me. And I know I’m just starting to really hate having an older brother.
Brian’s following behind the two of us and I’m hoping for some intervention here. But he doesn’t look like he’s gonna offer any at the moment.
“What the fuck was that?”
Okay. I shouldn’t smile. I get that. He’s pissed and he has a mean right hook, but seriously, you’d think he could recognize a blowjob when he saw one. “A blowjob.”
Apparently that was the wrong answer. Justin throws the right hook but he’s not aiming at me and it hits the wall by my head. I move away from him and Brian’s actually holding him back a little now, and checking his hand for damage or something.
“Aaron, go back inside and play with your little friend.” Have I mentioned Brian’s the nice one? He hands me a bullet of my own. “Not from him.” he says in this really determined tone.
He’s mad about something and I’m not sure what so I just shrug and he holds the door that he never let close so I can duck back in. Zack is gone. FUCK…or not…which is more of a reason to be pissed. Brothers suck.
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Brian rubbed his thumb over Justin's knuckles and saw him wince. “What the fuck was that?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Well, if you can’t recognize a blow job in a back room it’s either been too long or I failed terribly in turning you into the best homosexual you can be.”
“Fuck off.”
“Get over it. A sixteen-year-old kid went to boy-toy and got a blowjob. This isn’t exactly gonna make the gay gossip rounds.”
“Justin leaned his back against the wall and Brian leaned into him. “What’s with all the anger?”
“He’s gonna get hurt Brian.”
“No. He isn’t”
“How the fuck can you say that?”
“Brian shrugged. “Because you’re gonna tell him when he’s about to step into a huge hole?”
“No one told me.”
“No.” Brian ran his fingers through Justin’s hair, pushing it off his face. “No one did. But he’s lucky. He’s got people who will.”
“I had people who would.”
“They didn’t know where the holes were.”
“This is a stupid metaphor.”
“Fine. They didn’t know the danger you were facing. I didn’t know the danger you were facing. You know the danger he’s facing.”
“Christ. He’s…”
“No, he’s not. He’s not gonna get hit in the head with a bat. He’s not gonna end up on the floor passed out from some bad drugs and in a coma. He’s not gonna run from one borrowed room to another because he has no home. He’s gonna be safe and he’s got this ridiculously protective older brother to make sure of it.”
Justin was banging his head against the wall and Brian again found himself putting both hands on Justin's head to get him to stop. “He’s safe.”
“I thought I was safe.”
“I know…but he’s safer.”
“Why?”
“You know he’s not safe.”
“You just said he was.”
“I’m trying to get you to stop giving yourself a concussion.”
“Fuck you.”
“Look. Lets buy the lad a drink, or not, since I just gave him a bump.”
“You what?”
“You want him taking them from strangers?”
Justin's body sagged. Is there a safe place in the entire world for a gay kid with way too much courage and way too little sense?”
“Let’s pretend, for tonight, that there is. That here, in a fine reputable establishment like this one, a kid can get his needs met and lose himself a little, kill a few brain cells and the worst he’ll suffer from is a vicious hangover.”
“Buy me a drink.’
“How bout I buy you three.”
“Four and it’s a deal.”
Brian nodded and kicked the door back open, dragging Justin through too quickly for him to get a good look at who may or may not be doing or getting done by his little half-breed.
They were both in better moods, and Justin was actually in a giggly drunk phase when Aaron found them again almost an hour later. He was sweaty and his shirt was tucked into the back of his jeans. Some other guy was standing near him but Aaron shrugged him off.
Brian watched to make sure the guy wasn’t getting too insistent, and he looked like he was gonna make another attempt when he saw Brian’s eyes and backed away.
“Thanks, dance with a guy once he thinks you’re his for the night.”
“Gotta learn to say fuck off with just the right tone.”
“That should be what you call the VIP lounge Brian.”
“What?”
“Fuck off. It’s where you go when you want to fuck off.”
This made no sense to either Brian or Aaron but Justin found it hysterical.
Brian looked over at Jamie. “Cut this one off.”
“Fuck you, it’s not your club. Jamie’ll give me another drink, wontcha?”
Jamie shook his head. “Sorry.”
“You owe me.”
Brian and Jamie looked at Justin. “How do you figure that?” Jamie finally asked when Justin didn’t seem inclined to continue.
“I let my whateverthefuck boyfriend thing fuck you and I didn’t rip your balls off.”
Jamie nodded and handed Justin a bottle of water. “Thanks for that.”
“He’s drunk.” Aaron observed.
“No shit, half-breed.”
Aaron ordered a beer and Jamie looked to Brian, he nodded and Aaron took it and drank half of it in a single swallow. Justin was leaning against Brian and giggling about something when a couple of guys Aaron had met before pulled him onto the floor to dance.
“You’re pretty.”
“Shut up twink, you’re drunk.”
“No I’m stoned.”
“Really?”
“You think you’re the only supplier of good shit in all of Pittsburgh?”
“I’m not a supplier.”
“Whatever.”
Brian wasn’t too worried. He trusted Justin not to take candy from strangers. He leaned in to kiss him but Justin yelled into his mouth instead “Emmett you’re back.”
“Sweetie, I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh right. I’m back.”
Emmet nodded “I can see that.”
“Didn’t expect to find you two here.”
“We’re watching the half-breed, and checking out the competition.”
“Like either of you two have competition.”
Justin snorted. “Business competition Emmett…Babylon shall rise from the dead.” He intoned in his best “movie guy” voice.
Emmett clapped his hands…”you’re gonna let me do the opening night event right?”
Brian nodded “who else but you Em?”
“Oooh when?”
“No clue, just decided today.”
Emmett was about to say something else when a tall lanky kid with dark brown hair slid in and wrapped his arm around Emmett’s waist. “Where you been?”
Emmett smiled. “I was talking to my friends baby. “Brian, Justin, this is Gordon. Gordon, Brian, and Justin.”
He smiled at them. He was young and really hot. They all smiled and then Gordon pulled Emmett to the dance floor.
“Emmett got his own chicken.”
“Yes he did.”
“But you have yours.”
“You’re not really a chicken anymore.”
“Pfft. I’ll always be your chicken.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“Good to know.”
He led Justin back out to the dance floor and for a while, it was really easy to forget that he was fucking dancing at Boy-Toy. That Justin couldn’t seem to stop punching things. That Aaron really wasn’t safe. That he was no longer Justin’s primary discopharmacologist. That Babylon was going to be a logistical nightmare, and mostly that Justin’s plane left in less than 72 hours.
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