Queer Numbers

Title - Queer Numbers
Author - Rina76
Email - rina762003@hotmail.com
Rating - NC17
Summary - A Murder by Numbers / Queer as Folk crossover
Disclaimer - These are not my characters but they sure are fun to put together!
My fav movie and TV show in one fic! Yaay!

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“Isn’t this place awesome?!” Richard proclaimed with a large grin, leading Justin through the crowd of gyrating men, both of them gazing around in wonder. There was nothing like this back in Wilmont. The young lovers were on two wonderful weeks of school vacation. They had escaped their parents and driven hours totsbutsburg. The main reason they were there was to find this fantastic nightclub called Babylon that Richard had heard about and was dying to visit. It was rumoured to be a bacchanalian paradise on earth for the gay/bisexual man and they fitted into at least one of those categories so they had every right to waltz on in there and see what all the fuss was about. After they had booked into a motel room, they hailed a cab, were taken right to the front door and found the rumours to be true. There were two spacious levels of buff, oiled chests and stomachs as far as the eye could see, gleaming in the swirling patterns created by a huge disco ball hanging from the ceiling; half-naked male dancers undulating provocatively up on platforms clad in only white hotpants and body paint that glowed fluorescent under the ultraviolet lights; plumes of smoke and streams of bubbles released periodically from niches in the walls and thumping from colossal speakers was deafening, bass-laden music that could be felt right through your internal organs.

This was Richard’s kind of place. Fuck yeah!! Shy, bookish Justin wasn’t too keen on the idea at first but at Richard’s insistence, he gave in, knocked back a few alcoholic beverages and even danced a little. And then promptly dragged Richard into the bathroom to fuck. As Richard had told him, Justin turned into a little slut when he was drunk and that night he was no different. As they screwed up against the wall in one of the toilet cubicles, unbeknown to them, thed and an audience listening to their every moan and gasp. When they reached their climax, they got an enthusiastic round of applause which gave Richard a buzz and made Justin want to die. For a short while. Then he saw the funny side, put his pants back on and now they were headed back to the bar for some more drinks.

“Yeah. Awesome,” Justin agreed, overwhelmed with all the sights, sounds and smells assaulting his senses.

“Whatcha want, hon?” Richard asked as the bartendeitedited for their order. Justin shrugged.

“I’m easy.”

“You’re telling me,” Richard grinned. Justin blushed and shoved him playfully.

“Shut up! Just get me whatever you’re having, okay?”

Richard ordered a Cock-sucking Cowboy and a Quick Fuck; two different types of drinks in a shot glass. They were both girly drinks, i.e. not very strong and loaded with sugar, but Richard, being easily humoured, just liked saying the naughty names. And Justin was drunk enough; any more and he’d be puking in the nea cor corner. They found some vacant stools at the bar and sat down next to each other. Richard gave the Cock-sucking Cowboy to Justin because it was heavy on butterscotch (which he hated) and Justin had a sweet tooth, while he placed his Quick Fuck on the bench in front of him, even though he had just had one earlier in the bathroom. Justin’s cum was all over the front of Richard’s shirt so Richard had knotted it about his hips instead of putting it back on. He didn’t feel out of place in the slightest sans shirt. Ninety percent of all the males in the club were topless too. Except Justin. He was wearing a tight silver top; one of Richard’s, that Richard had begged him to put on just to see the guy in something sexy for once. And whoo doggy, Justin DID look sexy in it, his lean muscles and little nipples clearly visible under the satiny fabric. Richard leaned over and kissed Justin on the cheek, murmuring in his ear, “You are so hot tonight, babe.”

Justin’s cheeks flushed again but he was secretly flattered. He gulped down his Cock-sucking Cowboy in one shot, then licked his lips. The drink consisted of one part Butterscotch Schnapps and one part Bailey's Irish Cream. It was yummy. A Quick Fuck was made up of equal parts of Midori and Bailey's. Just as yummy.

“Oh my God,” said an exciteice ice behind them. “I love those leather pants but where on earth did you get that absolutely DIVINE shirt?”

They both turned around to find a tall, slender guy in a sleeveless black top fingering the slinky red striped material Richard had tied around his waist, obviously admiring the other boy’s outfit.

“Italy,” Richard answered, somewhat smugly.

“No way! You’ve been to Italy?” the guy gasped, as if Richard had said he’d been to the moon.

“Yeah. Last summer. And Paris the summer before that.”

“Well, aren’t you a man of the world?” Sleeveless top-guy cooed, batting his lashes. His eyes were azure in colour, his light brown hair was feathered over his forehead and his lips were full and soft, but not as obscenely lush as Justin’s. Hardly anyone in the universe had lips like Justin.

“Not to mention a man of exquisite style.”

Even though Justin was sitting right there beside him, Richard couldn’t help grinning wolfishly at the compliment. “Thanks. I try.”

“You don’t have to try, darling. You just ARE,” the dude remarked. “What’s your name, hot stuff?”

“Richard. Richard Haywood.” He didn’t see Justin roll his eyes at his lame James Bond impression. Christ, Richard was such an incorrigible flirt.

“Nice to meet you, Richard. I’m Emmett,” the slender male said with a smile, placing his hand on his own chest. “Where are you babies from? You’re SO not from around here.”

“Wilmont, California.”

“Oh, really?” Emmett arched a brow. “Never heard of it.”

Just then, a bunch of other guys, presumably Emmett’s friends, came over and grouped around in a half-circle, intrigued with the fresh meat he was chatting to.

“Richard, this is Ted,” Emmett said, patting a black-haired, shrewd-eyed man to his right on the shoulder. Ted said hello, looking Richard and Justin up and down warily as if he didn’t trust newcomers.

“And this cute thing is Michael,” Emmett informed them, hugging his buddy affectionately.

“Hi. How are ya?” Michael smiled. He was a baby-faced young man with chocolate brown hair and eyes. Richard easily said hey, he was cool, while Justin bit his lip, not entirely comfortable meeting and greeting strangers, like his lover was.

“And do introduce us to your adorable yet bashful little friend here,” Emmett prompted, eyeing Justin off with great interest.

“Everyone, this is Justin,” Richard said proudly, laying a hand on the second boy’s thigh. Justin timidly smiled at everyone, half-hiding behind his hair.

“Oh, another one! I’m Justin too,” commented a fresh-faced kid with bright blue eyes, perfect white teeth and flaxen locks who popped up between Michael and Emmett.

“What is it about that name?” Ted mused. “Everyone I know called Justin is young and gorgeous and blond. If onl par parents had named me Justin instead of boring old Ted. I sound like a stuffed toy.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with stuffed toys,” Michael said. “I have dozens of them.”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cos you’ve got Peter Pan syndrome,” Ted drawled.

“What’s Peter Pan syndrome?” the blond twink asked innocently.

“It’s when you never grow up,” Ted explained. “Like Michael and his comic books and action figures and his unhealthy obsession with Captain Astro.”

“You leave Captain Astro out of this,” Michael threatened.

“Mmmm, Justin Timberlake,” Emmett purred, still on the subject of gorgeous blond Justins. He was gazing into space, picturing the tasty singer/dancer doing an unclothed version of ‘Rock Your Body’ in his mind.

Richard exchanged an amused glance with his own Justin. What a fuckin’ zany bunch of people! He liked them. He liked them a lot.

“Now, you two are new.” Another guy elbowed his way into the group. Handsome in a mod model kind of way, gym-toned body, salon-styled brown hair, and going by the designer label clothes he was wearing, every inch as wealthy as Richard was. And just as vain and arrogant. After he gave Richard the once over, he dismissed him and ate Justin up with his sultry, aggressive eyes. Richard felt himself bristling.

“And this is Brian,” Emmett sighed, knowing exactly what was going to happen now he was here. “Brian, that’s Richard and the pretty one you’re ogling is Justin.”

“Another one,” piped up the second Justin gleefully.

“They’re from Wilmont, California,” Emmett filled the gang in but was met with puzzled glances at the unfamiliar name. Emmett shrugged. He didn’t know where it was either.

“I knew they weren’t local. I definitely would have remembered HIM,” Brian almost growled, still staring at Justin like a cougar would stare at a hapless fawn. He directed his next question to Richard, even though his eyes were firmly fixed on Mr. Haywood’s boyfriend. “Where did you find him? He’s so fucking hot.”

Justin was blushing furiously at the way everyone was talking about him as if he was incapable of speaking for himself, and the way they were looking at him as if he was some mannequin in a store window. Not for the first time, he found himself wishing they’d just stayed back at the motel. He gazed at Richard helplessly, as if to say, “Do something! Get me the hell outta here!” but Richard was too busy sizing up the alpha male of the pack.

“High school,” Richard answered curtly, giving Brian a blistering glare.

“Omigod. High school sweeties! How romantic,” Michael said wistfully, glancing at Brian, who didn’t notice the longing look and scoffed disdainfully.

“High school romances never last.”

“Says who?” Richard flung back.

“Says me.” Brian finally met Richard’s eyes. There was a challenge in his gaze.

“Once you enter the realm of grown-ups, you realise what you’ve been missing out on all those years. There’s a whole new world of temptation out there. Older, more experienced temptation,” he said insinuatingly, referring to oh, say himself. “And all of a sudden, schoolboys don’t look so interesting any more. Do they, Justin?”

“No, they certainly- Oh, you’re talking to HIM. This is confusing,” the other Justin mumbled as Brian’s attention focused back on the angelic-featured seventeen year-old seated at the bar. Justin Pendleton wasing ing to shrink into his chair at the perturbing intensity in the older male’s sapphire eyes. Richard scowled, feeling a rush of jealousy and possessiveness at the way Brian was eyeballing his lover. He had taken an instant dislike to Brian. The guy was haughty, selfish, egotistical and used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Richard knew that type of people. Hell, Richard WAS that type of people and he knew exactly what they were capable of.

“So, who wants a Slippery Nipple?” Emmett said brightly, attempting to diffuse the volatile situation by turning everyone’s thoughts to dirty-named cocktails.

“Oh, I do,” pronounced the second Justin eagerly. “Are you buying?”

Emmett gave him a scathing look. “You wish. Go ask your sugar daddy for money, honey. Lord knows it’s not me.”

Justin made a face at Emmett and held out his hand to Brian who grudgingly pressed some bills into his palm and told him to fuck off and don’t ask for any more. Unaffected by the sour reproach, Justin thanked him and kissed him on the cheek before joining Emmett, Ted and Michael for some Slippery Nipples at the bar. They all gathered around the other shyer Justin and tried to coax him out of his shell. Emmett wanted to know if Justin had lip implants or silicone or something. Michael smacked him on the arm for his stupidity. Brian curled his lean form down on the stool next to Richard and ordered a beer.

“By the end of the night, I’m gonna be fucking your boyfriend.” Brian said it casually, as if he was talking about buying a pizza later on.

Richard was speechless for a few seconds and then he said, “Is that fucking right?”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right.” Brian took a swig out of his bottle.

Richard could not believe the guy’s utter audacity. “Nobody fucks Justin but me, you got that, Brian?” The rest of the gang heard Richard’s outraged statement and turned to see what was going on.

“We’ll see about that.” Brian winked at the object of his lust and Justin frowned at him, not loving the licentious treatment. Justin Pendleton, that is. The second Justin was used to Brian’s promiscuous, predatory behaviour. Not that he loved it either but hey, that’s the way Brian was. Take it or leave it. And he took whatever he got.

The older man leaned in close to Richard’s ear and murmured, “When I have my dick in his pretty little ass, he’s gonna be moaning my name. Not yours, Richie Rich.”

While Richard was sitting there frozen and mute with red-hot lividity, compounded in part by the use of the nickname he loathed with every fibre of his being, Brian took his beer and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Ted and Emmett exchanged a look. They didn’t catch what Brian had said, but going by the mutinous expression on Richard’s face, it wasn’t good.

When Richard finally got his voice back, he swore viciously. “That fucking cunt! I’m gonna smash his fucking face in!” He made a move to get up and follow Brian, intending to do just that, when Emmett put his palm on Richard’s chest and pushed him back down in his seat with surprising strength for one so slim and effeminate. Well, what do you know? Those workouts at the gym were actually doing something for him.

“Sit down, pumpkin. He does this to everybody,” Emmett said wearily. “Anyone comes in here that he hasn’t fuckeforefore, he immediately sets out to rectify that.”

“Heh. Rectify,” Babylon Justin sniggered. Emmett gave him a barbed glare for his inappropriately juvenile sense of humour.

“Especially if they belong to someone else, Brian wants them even more, like forbidden fruit,” Emmett clarified. “Don’t pay any attention to him, Richard. It’s not worth it.”

“Oh, it’ll be worth it just to see Mr. I’m-so-cool-I’d-suck-my-own-dick bleeding all over the fucking floor,” Richard spat.

Justin Pendlelaidlaid his hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder and softly said, “Just let it go, Rich. We didn’t come here to fight.” He had been a witness to Richard’s violent streak on more than one event and it was not a side of his partner he liked very much. Well, at least not outside of the bluff.

“What?” Richard exclaimed angrily. “You don’t want me to stand up for you? Huh? You gonna let him talk about you like that, like you’re just some hole for him to stick his cock into?” His blue eyes narrowed. “Or maybe you actually want him, is that it? You want to fuck him, Justin?”

Justin blinked at the untoward accusation. A hurt expression, mixed with silent fury, settled on his face, marring his beautiful features. “Thanks for the trust Richard,” he muttered. With a sinking feeling, Richard realised he’d stepped over the line with that one. Justin didn’t want Brian. Justin would never sleep with anyone else. He knew that. Fuck it! He’d had far too many drinks and let his jealousy get the better of him.

“Aw, Justin, I didn’t mean…” Richard started to apologise but Justin cut him short.

“No really, I appreciate that you have such faith and trust in me,” he said sarcastically and got to his feet. Richard touched his arm but Justin shook his hand off and strode away.

“Justin…Come back,” Richard called. Ignoring his plea, Justin kept on walking and got swallowed up by the sea of people.

“Oh my,” Ted said with raised eyebrows. “Somebody’s got a lot of sucking up to do. Literally.” Forgetting that he just glared at Justin for his childish snickering, Emmett couldn’t help giggling at Ted’s joke and Michael made a sound of disgust.

“C’mon, it’s not funny, you guys. Don’t worry, Richard,” Michael said soothingly.
“I’m sure he’ll come back.”

Richard slammed back his Quick Fuck and slumped in his chair. “Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe he’ll just leave me here.”

“No, he won’t sugar,” Emmett said, rubbing Richard’s back comfortingly. “He’ll return once he’s cooled down. He loves you. I can see that from a mile away. You lucky, lucky bastard,” he added enviously.

Fuming, Justin tried to remember where the bathroom was and marched down a flight of stairs. He found himself in what appeared to be a dim cave. There were television screens set into the walls, each showing gay porn. And there were men. Naked men. Everywhere. Kissing, groping, sucking, fucking. This was definitely not the bathroom. He whirled around and bumped into Brian’s chest. Brian already had his shirt off, showing his taut torso and stomach. He had a shell bracelet around his right wrist. Glowering at the older guy rudely in his way, Justin went to walk past him but Brian sidestepped and blocked his escape.

“Nice hickey,” Brian smirked. Justin’s hand went up to his neck. He had forgotten Richard had given him a purple mouth-shaped bruise back there in the bathroom.

“It’s so pathetic, don’t you think?” Brian continued. “Marking you like you’re some kind of property. If Richard thinks that will stop guys from coming onto you, he’s got another thing coming. It’s not going to stop me.”

“Get out of my way,” Justin said quietly, clenching his hands into fists by his sides. Brian didn’t budge. Justin attempted to squeeze around the other side and once again Brian stopped him.

“What do you want?” the younger male asked in a controlled tone of voice. Brian smiled slyly.

“You,” he said simply. “What are you doing with a jackass like Richard? He’s just a spoiled, indulged rich kid who thinks money makes him sophisticated and knowledgeable. But it doesn’t. He’s just a child. Why don’t you try a real man for once? Like me.”

He cupped Justin’s face and the boy yanked his hands away, hissing, “Don’t you fucking touch me or I’ll kill you!” Brian grinned and held his palms up in mock surrender.

“Whoa! Easy there, spitfire,” he laughed. Justin stared up at the taller man defiantly.

“Richard may be younger than you, Brian, but he’s twice the man you are.”

“Wanna bet?” Brian’s fingers went to his own groin and curved around the shape of his erection. At the movement, Justin automatically glanced down. His eyes widened. Yowza. There was a sizeable bulge in those pants, all right. But a nice chest and an enormous dick was not enough incentive for Justin to cheat on Richard. Especially not with a narcissistic prick like Brian. He had enough narcissism in his life with Miles Haywood’s son, thanks very much.

“I want you to put those big lips around my cock. Now.” Hearing Brian’s command, Justin jerked his eyes back up, his face burning with both indignant ire and embarrassment that he had been caught staring.

“I don’t think so,” he said disparagingly. “I’m not interested in a jerk-off like you. Besides, re wre way too old for me. Is that a grey hair I see?” And with that parting shot, Justin turned around and stalked up the stairs, leaving all the men in the cave to their sex games. Brian was momentarily stunned by the rebuke but when it sunk in that HE’D been dissed, he trailed the boy up the stairs, back into the club and gripped Justin’s arm, making him stop a few metres away from Richard and the rest of the group.

At that moment, Richard looked up and noticed them. All he saw was Brian’s hand on Justin’s arm. “Motherfucker!” he exclaimed, leaping out of his chair. Ted laid a warning hand on his chest, halting him.

“Hey, we don’t want any brawling in this club, okay?” he told Richard. “It’s a place of love, not war. Well, it’s supposed to be anyway. Although, with Brian around…” Ted shook his head. “Listen, he’s not going to hurt Justin. Just calm down.”

“The fuck I will,” Richard snapped. “He can’t touch Justin like that!”

“Let Justin fight his own battles, sweetie,” Emmett said persuasively. “He’s a big boy. I’m sure he can handle himself.” Against his protective instincts, Richard held back and watched to see what Justin would do. Justin stood his ground and didn’t let Brian intimidate him.

“Get your fucking hands off me, you conceited, pretentious asshole,” he ordered.

“Listen, you small-town hick,” Brieganegan in a nasty tone of voice, “I don’t know where you come from but you think just ‘cos you look like a fucking angel you can waltz into Babylon, into MY territory, and talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am?”

“No, and I don’t give a damn,” Justin blazed, his blue eyes flashing. “And if you don’t let me go right this instant, I will castrate you. Without anesthetic. Believe me, I know how to do it.”

“I’m Brian Kinney, you smart-mouthed shit, and everyone in here wants me,” the older man declared. “You know what, you stutwattwat? You are passing up the best fuck of your life.”

“The best fuck of my life is standing over there,” Justin decreed, turning to look pointedly at Richard, who was quite stoked with the announcement, despite being in a murderous rage with Brian.

“No. It’s right here,” Brian said and kissed him, hard, in full view of Richard. The older male grabbed Justin’s ass and pulled him in close to his shirtless body, grinding his pelvis against the blonde boy like he owned him. It took Ted, Emmett AND Michael to restrain Richard, who was struggling against the three men like a wildcat and swearing black and blue that he was gonna break every bone in Brian’s face and knock out every single tooth in his jaw. He thrashed against their accumulated grasps but they held him fast.

“Lemme go, you assholes!” he snarled. “Look what that fucker’s doing to Justin!”

“Brian! Stop it! Leave him alone!” The Pittsburg Justin yelled out, torn between helping the others to hold Richard back in case the guy went berserk and killed his older lover, or going over there to pry Brian’s hands off the poor new kid who was totally out of his depth, and not as hot as himself, he privately thought. He bet that Justin from Wilmont, wherever the hell that was, had never pole danced in a cowboy outfit in front of hundreds of catcalling men like he had. Not only that, he won the coveted crown of King of Babylon. What did this Justin have that he didn’t? Okay, a pair of pumped-up lips. But that’s all. And if Brian wanted him to, he’d get collagen injections.

“Brian, fuck! Leave him alone!” he yelled again. Regardless of the blonde’s annoyed squawking, Brian wasn’t listening, not to anyone, especially not the kid who was basically his stalker, and he kept kissing and mauling Justin Pendleton who was desperately pushing at his chest to no avail.

“For God’s sa Bri Brian! Quit it!” Michael shouted, copping Richard’s elbow in his ribs and making him grunt in pain. Even though Brian had been his best friend since primary school and sometimes the object of his shameful fantasies, boy, was he gonna get a severe scolding for causing this unnecessary and mortifying commotion.

“Welcome to Babylon. Where the fun never stops,” Ted muttered as he twisted Richard’s arm behind his back, making the spiky haired young man howl in pain.

“Brian is SO not getting an invitation to my Halloween party for this,” Emmett huffed, pushing Richard’s other arm out of punching distance. “Look, he made me chip a nail!”

Richard just growled, incapable of forming coherent speech at that point in time, so overpowering was his savage temper. Justin tried to deflect Brian’s unwanted advances but the older man was too strong for his slim build. Suddenly sick to death of being handled like a piece of meat, Justin sank his teeth sharply into Brian’s lower lip and quickly lifted his knee, crushing Brian’s balls at the same time. The move worked. Immediately, Brian let go of him and doubled over, gasping, clutching his groin.

“See this ass?” Justin said calmly, turning around and looking at Brian over his shoulder, placing a hand on his left butt cheek. “The only way you’ll get to fuck it is in your dreams.” Then he left Brian there, who was cradling his precious family jewels and bleeding from his bottom lip, and strolled back over to Richard and the others. Witnessing Justin’s impressive self-defense move, Richard had stopped fighting and was gaping at his boyfriend in new-found awe.

“You go, boi!” Emmett crowed, vastly impressed as well. In fact, everyone who saw Justin’s twin counter-strike was impressed. They didn’t think the timid, willowy doe-eyed creature had such guts. Come on, he took on Brian Kinney and WON!! Justin slipped his arm around Richard’s naked waist, wordlessly telling Brian that this was who he was going home with that night. Brian, who had recovered enough to stand upright, spat blood onto the floor, gave Richard a dirty look and shoved through the crowd, intent on getting the fuck out of there now that he’d been humiliatingly rejected in front of all his friends and everyone else present at Babylon. He’d never been rejected before, except by Michael but he wasn’t counting that. Because he would have Michael one of these days. He was confident of that. No, Brian Kinney does not get rejected by anybody. But he just had. By the prettiest boy he’d ever seen in his life. And he didn’t like it at all.

“Brian…wait for me,” the other Justin pouted and went scurrying after him, wondering if a nice long blow job would cheer Brian up and make him forget all about Big-Lips. Yeah, so Brian HAD deserved what happened to but but Justin still didn’t like seeing his lover get hurt. And it was his duty to soothe the pain, in whatever way ossiossibly could. Preferably sexually.

A shame-filled Richard took his Justin’s hand, fully preparing to spout apologies and kiss ass like he’d never kissed ass before. Michael, Ted and Emmett tactfully vanished, not before praising Justin on his wicked ball-crushing, lip-biting attack on the guy who was assaulting him. Yes, Brian was their friend but they knew only too well how much of a goddamn prick he could bn thn their opinion, he was asking for it. When they were left alone, Richard swallowed and meekly uttered, “I’m so sorry, Justin. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t mean it. I was just pissed off, you know? That fucking bastard got me all worked up and my mouth just got away on me. I’m sorry.”

“Well, so you should be,” Justin replied quietly, still hurt. Richard winced.

“I am. I am, trust me,” he said earnestly, stroking Justin’s cheek. “I know you would never cheat on me, angel. I know that. Forgive me? Please? Please, honey?” He gazed into Justin’s round topaz eyes, silently begging for forgiveness. Justin sighed.

“All right. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again or I’m on the next bus home.”

“I won’t. I promise I won’t,” Richard pledged. “I want you to stay here with me for the whole two weeks. I want this to be the best vacation ever. And it will be. You know why?”

Justin played along. “Why?”

Richard smiled charmingly, all sparkly white teeth. “‘Cos I’m with you, aren’t I?”

Slowly, Justin’s lips tugged up at the corners and he returned Richard’s smile. His boyfriend could sweet talk his way out of anything. Damn him.

“You know, I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, man,” Richard remarked, tucking Justin’s hair behind his ear. “You really kicked Brian’s ass back there. Well, his balls anyway.”

“Yeah,” Justin replied, looking pleased with himself. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, baby.” Richard slid his hand into Justin’s hair and pulled him in for a gentle, soft, loving appreciative kiss, a kiss that Justin gave back to him, along with his heart. But Richard hadn’t really lost that anyway. It belonged to him forever. And one day he’d tell Richard that. One day.

As the electronic beat of ‘Hey Boy Hey Girl’ by The Chemical Brothers pulsated through them both and spiraling red, blue and green lights flowed over them like water, Richard embraced his gorgeous, pale-skinned, long-haired lover and Justin wrapped his arms around Richard’s shirtless upper body, feeling warm golden flesh under his hands. They kissed deeply and sensually, reaffirming their undying commitment to each other. After a few long minutes, the two boys broke apart and Justin drank in the sight of Richard’s fine-boned face, intense dark blue eyes, gel-spiked hair and kiss-swollen lips.

“Richard,” he said breathily. “Can we go back to our room for some make-up sex?”

Richard grinned. For all his above-average intellect and poetry-reading, flower-growing philosophizing, Justin was nothing but a drunken little whore underneath, but hey, that’s just the way Richard preferred him.

“You got it, boyfriend.”

While Richard was making up for his insulting comments by licking and worshipping every square inch of Justin’s white skin back at their cheap motel room, all the way across town in a luxurious, modern, stylish apartment, two other males were getting it on at that precise minute. Brian was banging the brains out of his on again-off again toy boy Justin.

“Oh my GOD…” the blond kid moaned as Brian pounded into him dog-style, loving every second of it. Brian hadn’t fucked him with such rampant passion, such lustful desire, such wild enthusiasm, for ages and ages! He must have really enjoyed that blowjob in the car park at Babylon.

“Yeah, fuck me, Brian,” Justin gasped, as the dominant male slapped him stingingly on the ass with his hand while driving his dick into him, hard and fast, nearly brutal in his motions. “Fuck me until I don’t know my own name!”

“It’s Justin,” Brian gritted out, yanking his hair. “And you’re fucking mine, Justin!”

“Yes, I am… I’m all yours, all yours,” Justin groaned, reaching his orgasm. Brian joined him shortly in an explosive, earth-trembling climax. What the younger boy didn’t know was that when Brian’s cum was filling him up inside and he was gutturally repeating Justin’s name, he was not the one on Brian’s mind. Brian was thinking of someone else. Someone he burned for, with orange flames hotter than any roaring inferno. Someone he craved, more than any drug he’d ever snorted, swallowed or shot up.

Someone almost too beautiful to be real.

Someone he couldn’t have.

Justin Pendleton, the one that got away.