Schoolboy Crush ~ Chapter One - Part One ~ Twelve Hours…

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Title: Schoolboy Crush…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3694
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Anti-Michael, Passion and Lust…
Beta Queen:  bigj52

Summary: As fate would have it, my world has changed forever...

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…

Authors Note: I've had to split this chapter up into two parts because, yes, you guessed it... Livejournal won't allow me to post it all in one post...

Schoolboy Crush

Chapter One ~ Twelve Hours…

Part One

8 PM

Justin’s POV

“Mom, I’m going to Daphne’s to study for my history test.”

“Are the dishes done? You know it’s your turn to load the dishwasher.”

“Yes! Can’t you hear? It’s already running.”

God, I hate the constant nagging.

He grabs his book bag, stuffing his sketch pad into the front pocket. His eyes focus in on his school uniform hanging on the closet door, freshly pressed from the cleaners. He reaches down and grabs his school shoes and crams them into his bag. He yells to his mom as he heads down the stairs, “I’m spending the night at Daph’s.”

“Make sure you actually get some sleep. I don’t want you staying up all night talking, then ending up being tired when you take your history test.”

“I won’t, mom. I’ll be fine.”

God! She drives me crazy with her ‘do this, don’t do that. I can’t wait to graduate. One more year and then I’m free…

~~~

Brian pushes the greasy food around on his plate, not paying attention to Michael droning on about fat Marley and the Big Q. Ted is quiet as usual, looking a little insecure as the dweeb from the bookstore actually checks him out. Too bad, they’d make a good pair as no one else is going to be checking either of them out the rest of the night. Emmett sashays in and sits down next to Ted. God! We’re almost blinded by his outfit, you’d think the fashion police would have arrested him by now.

What is that? Tangerine and fuchsia? He must have a big night planned; he’s even wearing eyeliner. Him and Ted, it’s like to two extremes. One dresses like he’s still in grade school, with his pants hiked up to high around his waist, and the other looks like he raided his hippy aunt’s closet, choosing his outfit for tonight. These are my friends. Christ, I wonder what that says about me.

Debbie comes over with our check, and raises her eyebrows. “You boys heading out for another big night on the town? Michael. What’s wrong with you? Why haven’t changed your shirt? It still has egg yolk on it from this morning.”

“Ma!”

Then he actually looks down at the stained shirt, noticing it for the first time. Deb starts dabbing it with her rag that she wipes the tables off with. I can just imagine how many germs are on that thing. Gross.

“Thanks, ma.”

“Sure thing, baby. How are you ever going to meet a nice guy looking so disheveled? Now do something with your hair, for Christ sakes? Did you even wash it this morning?”

“Ma!”

“Let’s go! I need a drink and a blow job.”

They all get up and leave, heading to Woody’s. It’s like they’re on auto-pilot, every evening the same thing; diner, Woody’s, Babylon. Wash, rinse, repeat… Brian’s antsy, he’s not sure what’s wrong, but he’s bored with his life. If this is how things are going to be for the rest of his life, he’d just as well put an end to it right now. Bad drugs, bad liquor, bad blow jobs. Yep, wash, rinse, repeat…

News flash! Brian Kinney died from boredom on Liberty Avenue tonight, and no one noticed. Full report at eleven.

~~~

9 PM

Justin is laying on Daphne’s bed, tossing a wadded up copy of the questions for his history test against the wall. “Let’s go behind the garage and smoke a joint. I’m bored and your parents are already asleep in front of the TV.”

“Maybe we should go out, check out the scene downtown. Maybe we’ll even meet someone.”

Justin’s interest is piqued, but the downtown area he wants to check out isn’t on her radar. He knows she’s had a crush on him since junior high. But he’s not like other boys and he wonders how she doesn’t see it. He didn’t either, or at least he wouldn’t admit it to himself back then. But he’s seventeen now, he knows he’s different, and he knows the boys at school know he’s different. His eyes focus a little too long on them as he washes himself in the communal showers after gym class. He drops his books intentionally at the end of the row of lockers, just to get another long glance at their naked bodies before he leaves for his next class.

Daphne’s hinting about the school dance on Friday night, hoping that he’ll finally ask her out. Not as her best friend, but as her date. He hates these dances, hates pretending that he wants to dance with Sally Cox, or Brittney Mathews. But most of all he hates seeing the longing in Daphne’s eyes, and the disappointment that he hasn’t asked her out.

“Yeah, let’s sneak out and go downtown. I have a good feeling about tonight.”

~~~

Brian leans over, lining up his pool stick for his next shot while Michael is still babbling on about how everyone in Woody’s is checking Brian out.

“And this is news to you?”

“I’m just saying, you look really hot tonight.”

“Again, this is news to you?”

“God, Brian, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

Brian ignores Michael, and all the come-hither looks he’s getting from the onlookers. He takes his shot and wins the game. Bored with his surroundings he considers dumping the boys and heading to the baths, he needs something more tonight. But then Michael reminds Brian that it’s the Absolute Abs contest at Babylon tonight. Hmmmm… There just might be a few prospects there after all…

10 PM

They find themselves sitting in a booth, eating French fries when Mark Dalton stops by their table and flirts with Daphne. She’s not really interested, but she flirts back, hoping that Justin might actually get a little jealous, sparking him to finally make a move that she’s anticipated for so long. No such luck…

Justin watches her back as she walks hand in hand with Mark out of the arcade and into the night. He glances around the tables, seeing the other teens flirting and making out. Something stirs inside of him, and the next thing he knows his tennis shoes have led him into uncharted territory. He steps into a puddle, feeling the water seep through the canvas of his shoes to soak his socks. That’s not the only thing becoming moist. About ready to be soaked, his jeans are tight across his cock and snug around his bottom. He takes in all the men walking around him, some holding hands, laughing, others kissing. Some are even pushed up against the side of a building, petting. Petting? Does anyone still use that word?

He feels alive, maybe for the first time as he takes in the atmosphere. Everything has changed, he’s changed, and he’s no longer reining in his unspoken desires. He’s here, and he’s ready, excited as he stands on the precipice, soon to fall into the abyss. He stumbles forward, almost colliding with an older man standing on the corner. He hears himself ask if he knows of any good places to go. His mind files the information away for later when the guy asks him, “Wouldn’t you rather come home with me?” Justin’s thrown for a moment not expecting that. The man continues making fun of him, asking, “Shouldn’t you be getting home to mommy?”

~~~

Brian shakes his head, “Unbelievable!”

There’s no fresh meat flexing their muscles on the stage tonight, he’s had them all. Besides he’s not really into the muscle-bound type, he prefers his men taut and smooth. So the parade of men bidding for his attention starts, and he obliges, taking one after another into the backroom.

11 PM

The music’s loud and the lights are flashing. Michael’s angry as he watches Brian drag another trick into the backroom. Christ! This is the third guy Brian’s been with tonight, but of course that’s nothing new. Michael is jealous, he doesn’t understand why Brian isn’t attracted to him, why he doesn’t give him a chance. After all he knows Brian better than anyone, he’s been waiting his turn and he’s tired of waiting. His constant pining for Brian makes him blind to the men who actually are attracted to him. He looks through them like they’re invisible, only having eyes for the unobtainable and elusive Stud of Liberty Avenue.

Brian’s frustrated, bored. Sure this guy’s he’s with is good looking in his own sort of way but he feels like he’s just going through the motions, he doesn’t seem to feel anything. There’s no excitement or thrill. Otherwise he wouldn’t be thinking about Lindsay, and their unborn child. At first he was resistant to the idea of fathering a child for the munchers, just the idea scared him to death. Then there was the fact that Melanie would be a permanent fixture in his life, and he was so tired of the bickering, always challenging or being challenged about everything.

But after months of coaxing and begging on Lindsay’s part, he decided to actually consider it. He knew then that he was beyond bored with his life. To say he was unsatisfied was a huge understatement. But maybe, just maybe, being a father could give him that sense of belonging and being loved that he so desired. So they talked, and they talked and they finally came to an agreement. Both he and Melanie would try to stop all the quarreling and insinuations, and put it all behind them for the sake of their child. Yes, their child, the only way Brian agreed to father a child was with the understanding that he would be just that, the father.

So one cold winter’s night, the three of them had a nice dinner, celebrated with a bottle of champagne, along with a strong joint. Then they moved to their bedrooms and proceed to conceive a baby. No, not that way. Oh, God, no… But Brian with his favorite porno DVD, and Melanie and Lindsay off indulging in what comes naturally for lesbians. Once the deed was done, Brian called them on his cell and Melanie retrieved the sample. Six weeks later the doctor confirmed what they all already knew. Brian often accompanies Lindsay to her doctor’s appointments, and he even came to several Lamaze classes.

~~~

Michael stands in the dark corner of the backroom, watching as Brian tilts his head back against the wall, resentment filling Michael’s heart. Just as Brian’s about to shoot, he steps forward, knowing that his appearance will prevent Brian from climaxing. He whines about how the gang is waiting for him, they’re hungry and tired. Michael’s not the only one who’s angry at this point, and Michael knows it, but he just couldn’t resist interrupting Brian’s conquest. Maybe, just maybe he’ll get a chance if Brian feels unfulfilled, still horny after they eat. Michael thinks to himself, I’ll casually ask him if he wants to come in when he drops me off, or maybe Brian will be too wasted to drive. Then I’ll get him home safely, and I’ll have an excuse to put him to bed, climbing in with him, finally getting my nerve up and going after my true desire.  

Michael’s anger builds as Brian tells him he’s giving the trick his phone number. Seething, Michael thinks, what the fuck? I guess because Brian didn’t climax, he considers this trick still on the market. Michael won’t make the mistake of interrupting Brian again, now knowing if Brian’s libido isn’t satisfied, they’re still in the running.

He snaps, “What you’d do? Write it on your dick?”

Brian’s still in a state of arousal, not even picking up on Michael’s anger and disappointment, or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s had enough of Michael’s insistent whining and pining, he needs to put an end to it all. Maybe that’s why what happens next is such a pivotal turning point in everyone’s future.

They walk out of the club and right into Michael’s worst nightmare, but he won’t realize it until later that night. He’s too blind to even see it coming; he refuses to see the change in his friend, and ultimately his own future, as the door is permanently closed to him. But Brian, Brian has needed this change for a long time. He’s now finally ready to admit it to himself.

~~~

11:30

Justin rushes away from the older man, running down the block to finally stand under a lamp post, smoking a cigarette. In one brief moment his destiny is changed. Just a few minutes earlier or later, and their chance meeting would never have happened. Cupid was working late tonight, and he has one last arrow to shoot, challenging himself to see if he can once and for all pierce that impenetrable heart of the man who so desperately longs to be loved. One so jaded that he’s almost destined to spend his life, drugging, drinking, tricking and going out in a blaze of glory on his thirtieth birthday. Yes, Cupid is about to pull off a miracle.

The jeep’s parked right out front. Brian glances up as he tosses his leather jacket onto the seat. His eyes lock with the blond beauty whose hair is glistening in the moonlight. He’s more than attracted to him, it’s like a magnet pulling him forward. He’s not resisting, if anything this is the most alive he’s felt in years. His breathing has increased, as he feels his blood flowing through his veins, as arousal fills his groin. He barely hears Michael calling to him, he’s blocked out all outside distractions as he steps in close to the blond.

“How’s it going? Had a busy night?”

Justin is lightheaded as he beams his sunshine smile at the most beautiful man he has ever seen. He’s talking but unaware of the words as they tumble out of his mouth.

“Just checking out some of the bars. Boy Toy, Meat Hook…”

“Meat Hook? You’re into leather?”

Slightly uncertain he says, “Sure.”

“Really?”

Brian now has visions of Justin in a tight leather jockstrap, kneeling in a perfect submissive stance.

“Where are you headed?”

“No place special.”

“I can change that.”

~~~

Midnight

It’s like time is in slow motion, yet the next thing either one is conscious of is the sound of Brian’s voice telling him to close the loft door. Justin hesitates for a moment, realizing that his life is about to change. He pulls the heavy door closed, and turns to see Brian standing naked before him, with his arms outstretched, beckoning to him. He moves forward until he’s standing inches away from his sex God, feeling overheated, and overdressed, full of desires stronger than he’s ever felt before.

His plaid flannel shirt is soon gone, followed by his tee-shirt. Next Brian’s hands are unbuttoning his 501 jeans and then they’re standing together naked, kissing. Sensations are coursing through them both like electricity. It burns so bright, igniting something deep inside that neither has ever felt before with anyone else. Yes, this is their destiny and it’s only a kiss. Brian’s heart is opening for the first time so he should be frightened. He should be pulling away, running faster than ever before, but he’s not. He welcomes the change, the chance as it’s all so new and so exhilarating.

So much is being expressed between the both of them, yet they’ve hardly said a word. Hands and lips touching, gently caressing one another. Their attraction so intense, tempting, tantalizing, arousing each other as they take it slowly. Neither heard the loft door being pulled open, nor did they hear Michael’s voice calling to Brian. Both are oblivious to the intruder, as he stands watching them from the sidelines. Brian works his way down to Justin’s cock, taking his firm member into his mouth, making him moan uncontrollably. It’s the first time Justin’s ever experienced a blow job. The silky warm feel of Brian’s mouth is making him squirm and writhe.

Michael’s shocked. He’s seen Brian in action in the backroom, but it’s always wham, bam and on to the next. This is different. It’s slow and sensual, intense and hypnotic. It’s everything Michael always daydreamed it would be between him and Brian. But it’s not him and Brian, and as he watches something inside him dies. He feels nauseous, angry and jealous. It’s when he starts crying that Brian and Justin become aware of his presence.

“Michael! What the fuck?”

“Brian… What are you doing?”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m making love to Justin.”

Michael just stares at him, there’s so much wrong with that statement. First of all, Brian just said Justin. Brian actually knows his name? That’s just wrong. Brian never knows his trick’s name. And… He said making love. Making love? Brian Kinney doesn’t make love. He fucks, sucks, and rims, and then he tosses them out like yesterday’s garbage. Yes, something is very wrong with this picture and Michael doesn’t like it one bit.

He’s brought back to reality as Brian barks, “Michael! What the fuck are you doing here? And stop looking at Justin that way!”

“Your phone is turned off…”

“And this couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, no… Mel called, it’s happened. I came over to go with you to the hospital.”

Justin’s confused, unsure what’s happening. He hates the way Michael just walked in on them, and then stood there, watching them. He hates the way he’s acting, making him feel like he doesn’t belong here. He already misses Brian’s touch and he wonders if he’ll ever get this chance again. He can’t think, his mind is cloudy, and he feels like his whole life depends on this one moment in time.

Brian’s up, pulling on his blue jeans. He grabs Justin’s pants and throws them at him.

Michael smirks at Justin, glad to have put an end to everything before it even started. Brian turns to Justin and says, “Come on, get dressed.”

Justin heart is crushing in his chest, and he can hardly breathe. The next thing he knows, he’s in Brian’s arms.

“What’s wrong? You don’t look well. Do you need some water?”

Justin shakes his head, seeing Michael still smirking at him over Brian’s shoulder.

“Okay then, hurry up, Justin. We have to get to the hospital.”

“Hello. Earth to Michael.”

“Yeah? What do you want me to do?”

“Do? Go home. It’s late. Thanks for the message, but I can handle it from here.”

Michael looks confused. “You don’t want me to go with you to the hospital?”

“No. I think Justin and I can handle it just fine.”

“You and Justin?”

“Yeah, there isn’t anyone else here, is there?”

“I’m here.”

“And now you’re not. Bye, bye Mikey. Sleep tight.”

Michael still can’t grasp the situation. Brian’s throwing him out. He’s taking Justin with him to the hospital. He’s holding Justin’s hand as they leave the loft. He has his arm around Justin’s shoulder as they walk to the jeep. He’s kissing Justin as they lean up against the side of the jeep. They jump in, and then they’re gone with just the rear car lights fading into the night.

Shaking his head Michael realizes, just like that, he’s been dismissed. He’s been replaced, and soon to be the one fading out of Brian’s life. He’s crying again as he realizes he’ll never get the chance he’s been waiting for, for the last fifteen years. He now knows he’ll always be the one standing on the sidelines, and that blond twink has taken what was supposed to be his place in Brian’s life. He sits waiting for the bus, as the world as he knows it comes to an end.

~~~

12:30 AM

Brian and Justin are running through the hallways, laughing and holding hands as they weave in and out of hospital carts, and medical machines, making their way to Lindsay’s room in the maternity ward. They stop in the doorway and all eyes turn to look at them. The girls all see the love in Brian’s eyes, the love he feels for his newborn son and the love he feels for his new almost boyfriend. Yes, they all see it and they know everything’s changed. Changed for the better.

Still holding hands, both Brian and Justin move closer to Lindsay’s bed. Melanie gently places the baby on Brian’s arm, motioning for him to place his hand under his neck for support. No snide comments about not dropping him, just love and thanks for him agreeing to be his father and to co-parent with them. The grin on Brian’s face is one of awe and joy. He’s happy, truly happy and it shows. Brian leans down and places a kiss on the baby’s forehead. Then he introduces Justin. “This is my boyfriend” as he shows his son to Justin.

Lindsay smiles at him, welcoming him to the inner circle. Then she asks Brian which name he prefers. Abraham or Gus? Without even thinking he looks at Justin and asks him his opinion. Smiling his sunshine smile he simply says, “Gus” and it’s settled. Gazing down into his son’s eyes he knows he loves him, and that he’ll always love him and be there for him. Smiling at Justin, he hopes in his heart that Justin will also always be there with him, and love him.

Pictures are being taken with cell phones and Polaroid cameras. Justin’s so thrilled to be here with Brian, and even more excited that he actually called him his boyfriend. They haven’t even gone all the way yet and he can’t help wondering how Brian will react when he learns that he’s still a virgin, and only seventeen. It’s way past visiting hours, and the night nurse finally shoos them all out of Lindsay’s room. Brian kisses his son’s cheek, promising to return the next day. His heart is already beaming with pride, and he feels like maybe his life has some meaning. Maybe he actually matters to someone.

End of Part One – Chapter One

TBC…