Carl Horvath cleared his throat and picked up the phone. It rang five times before a bleary voice answered. �Kinney,� said Carl. �I have some news.� * Brian clicked �off� and tossed the phone onto the floor. Its momentum sent it skittering across the floor. �What was that about?� Justin asked. �I need a fucking cigarette,� Brian said. Justin sighed. �Look, Brian,� he said, �You pissed me off enough yesterday. And now we�re going to be seeing more of each other, so maybe you could try to get on my good side?� �I thought I did get on your good side,� Brian grinned. He slapped at Justin�s ass and Justin moved away. Brian sighed and said, �Rikert�s dead.� Justin blinked. �What?� �Horvath says that they found him yesterday, in his garage. He shot himself.� Justin let out a shuddering breath. �But you were there yesterday.� �Must�ve done it after I left.� Brian shrugged and gestured at Justin. �Hey, c�mere.� Justin crawled back onto the bed and lay next to Brian. Brian ran a hand over Justin�s head, stroking the soft hair at the base of his skull. Justin said �Mmm,� and nuzzled into Brian�s chest. �So what happens now?� Brian flipped Justin onto his back and hooked a leg over his waist. �Who says anything�s going to happen?� he said. �With Rikert dead � justice has been done.� Justin shook his head. �But what about Stockwell?� Brian licked a nipple and bit at it gently before raising his head. �What about him?� �What do you � Oh. Fuck,� said Justin with realization, �I can�t believe you�re giving up.� Brian placed a hand on Justin�s cheek. �Look at me,� Brian said, �I�ve done all I can do. I talked to Horvath. I talked to you and Hunter. I got Horvath his evidence � I even talked to the murderer, for chrissakes.� He shrugged. �As much as I would like to see Stockwell go up in flames, how? � I�m an unemployed, blacklisted faggot, with a boy hustler for a sidekick. It�s not like I can go after him using my great powers of mind control.� Brian kissed Justin gently. �That�s life,� Brian added softly. �That�s life knocking you down and kicking you in the ass. This time next week, Stockwell will be mayor.� Justin nodded and looked at him a minute, jaw tensed. �Well,� he said finally, changing the subject. �You�ve still got the TV.� Brian laughed. �Yeah. At least it�s liquid.� �Yeah.� Justin smiled and started poking at Brian�s ribs. It took him a moment to realize that Justin was trying to tickle him. �What the fuck?� said Brian. He started poking back, sending Justin frantically scrambling away. �Hey,� Justin wheezed, �No fair!� Brian laughed. �No? No fair? You little shit,� and leapt off the bed after him. Justin dodged one way, another, and took off running toward the bathroom, with Brian in close pursuit. An instant after Justin darted into the bathroom, he slid the door shut with a click and locked it, right in Brian�s face. �Fucker!� Brian shouted, but he was still smiling. * �Brian,� said Justin. �Why do you have frosted cocoa puffs in your cupboard?� �I fucking don�t.� Brian glanced at what Justin was holding and his brow furrowed. �The fuck? Give me that.� He snatched it away and inspected the label carefully. It appeared to be frosted cocoa puffs. Justin grinned and shrugged, and grabbed the box back. �Finders keepers, go get your own.� Brian cuffed him lightly on the side of the head. �Brat.� He turned away, but Justin tugged him back around. Justin had an odd expression on his face. �What?� said Brian. �Are they stale? They should be, I don�t know where they fucking came from to begin with. I looked all through those cabinets the other day.� �No, I just �� Justin stopped, and leaned in, setting the cereal box down and taking Brian�s hands in his. �I should thank you.� �What for?� Brian said. Justin didn�t answer. He tilted his head and kissed Brian deeply and leisurely. When he broke away, Brian looked at him for a moment, and snorted in amusement. �In that case,� said Brian, �You�re welcome. But don�t thank me for letting you stay here. It�s... don�t.� �It�s not for that,� Justin said. �It�s not for that at all.� He kissed Brian again, a little bit differently. Brian groaned, his skin suddenly burning. He tugged his hands from Justin�s grasp and grabbed him by the hips, shuddering against him. They tried to make it to the bed, but they only got as far as the steps. The wooden edges cut into Brian�s back, and he was pretty sure he�d have bruises on his ribs, but he didn�t care as long as Justin didn�t stop. �Fuck,� he gasped, �Like that, yeah �� Justin drew away from Brian�s dick, panting slightly. �I want to fuck you,� he said. Brian�s eyes flew open. �What? No, no fucking way.� Justin smirked. �But you�re so hot for it, Brian...� Brian chuckled, not answering, and stretched his back, grinding his hips and his hard cock against Justin�s stomach. Justin groaned and twitched away, then ground back against him with the next breath. He seized the backs of Brian�s thighs, using them to bring himself closer. Brian�s elbows slid out from under him, and he cracked his head against the step. He let out a �Fuck!� at the sudden ache. Justin cocked an eyebrow at him and rubbed against his cock again, the damp, sweaty skin-against-skin contact sending Brian�s nerves skittering. He tried to brace his feet on the floor, but he couldn�t find purchase, and his muscles were trembling too much for him to keep himself steady. So he didn�t try � he let himself relax, forgetting the uncomfortable position easily when Justin bit at his collarbone and pressed his stomach against him. Justin reached a hand down between their torsos and grasped Brian�s cock, stroking carefully. Brian was vaguely aware of Justin�s other hand cradling his head, protecting the back of his skull from any further damage... but he was mainly focused on the smell of Justin�s sweat, the rocking of their bodies, the fingers on his cock, and the slowly building pressure and sweetness in his limbs. �Ohh -� Brian bit his lip, and Justin licked the bared teeth. At the touch of Justin�s mouth, Brian let his jaw fall open, let Justin explore the inside curve of his lip with his tongue. Justin whimpered in arousal and tensed for a moment, and Brian felt hot wetness against his thigh. Justin kept stroking Brian, and soon the aching friction triggered him. He came, jerking against Justin�s cushioning grasp. �Oh, god.� Catching his breath, Justin sighed and rolled off of Brian, sitting down carefully on the floor next to the steps. �You okay?� Justin said, and Brian mumbled something unintelligible. Justin nudged Brian to get off the stairs, eventually tugging Brian off of them as dead weight. �Turn over,� he said, and Brian laughed faintly, but did so. He traced the red marks on Brian�s back with gentle fingers. �Shit,� said Justin, �You�re going to be really bruised.� �I�m not surprised,� Brian said, and wincing, rolled on his back again. He felt stickiness on his chest, pulling at his skin. �Shit, I�m a mess. I don�t think I can fucking move right now.� Justin oof-ed and stood up. �Be right back.� He padded over to the kitchen sink and brought back some dish towels dampened with warm water. He wiped the drying semen off of Brian�s torso and his own, and tossed the towels to the side and sloppily kissed Brian�s eyebrow, then his temple. �What are you doing?� said Brian, wrinkling his forehead. Justin smiled a little goofily. �Nothing.� Brian recognized Justin�s tone, the soft look in his eyes, and what it meant. Shit. He should do something, say something, be angry about it... But somehow, he didn�t seem to mind. He must be going insane. * Michael was bagging back-issues of Hellblazer when Brian came in. Not really looking up, Michael waved a copy in the air and said, �Hey, can you believe that in the movie, they�re making �� he stopped abruptly as a slightly scruffy kid came in behind Brian. If it hadn�t been obvious that the kid was with Brian, it would have been made obvious by the proprietary arm that Brian casually slung around the kid�s shoulders. �Hey, Mikey,� said Brian cheerfully. Well, this was a far cry from the Brian of yesterday � the insecure, cranky, �I�m not a detective� Brian Kinney. Apparently he�d fucked all his worries away. As always. �This,� said Brian, �is Justin. He�s... a friend of mine. Justin, this is Michael.� Justin smiled and reached out to shake Michael�s hand. �Hi,� he said, �Nice to meet you. I �� he glanced at Brian, who shrugged, and he continued. �I heard what you and your boyfriend�re doing for Hunter. That�s really cool of you.� Michael nodded slowly. �Well, we just want to help him out, however we can,� Michael said. He tried to remember if he�d seen this kid � Justin - somewhere before, because he looked vaguely familiar. �Still,� said Justin, �Not many people would do that. I know.� Michael looked at Brian, whose face was unreadable. Huh. He�d get an explanation out of Brian later. �So,� Michael said, �Did you ever go talk to Rikert?� * Brian breezed out of Michael�s store, letting Justin catch the door behind him. �Where to now?� he said. Justin didn�t say anything. Brian looked over at him. Justin was staring at the ground, head angled away, walking briskly. Brian actually had to lengthen his strides to catch up, brushing past a man who was putting a flyer up on a telephone pole, and who Justin was quite obviously trying to avoid. Once they were in sight of the �Vette, Justin slowed, but still walked a little closer to Brian�s side than before. Brian didn�t ask him about it until they were back at the �Vette. �Who was he?� Brian said. Maybe Justin had recognized the guy as an old trick. Justin closed his eyes. �My dad.� Shit. �He didn�t ge...
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