ALL THE RAGE
Part 5

When Justin came out of the backroom of the diner, he noticed the boys sitting in their usual seats. Brian's back was to him and he was reading a newspaper. Taking a deep breath, Justin grabbed a notepad and pencil and went over to the table. "What'll it be guys?"

Emmett gave him a goofy grin. "Hey roomie, how'd you sleep last night?"

"Pretty good,"

"I'll just have some eggs," Michael said coldy. "and a glass of orange juice."

Emmett went for pancakes while Ted chose a bagel. Justin noticed Brian refused to look at him. He knew he shouldn't be hurt but he was. "Brian?" he asked softly.

Without even moving the paper, Brian said, "Coffee. Strong. Black." Justin nodded and went to get their order. The diner bell 'dinged' announcing that someone had entered. Looking up, Justin was surprised to see Ethan walking in, his dark eyes searching the room for him. He waved his hand and Ethan came rushing over.

The boys, missing nothing, all watched as Ethan kissed Justin, his fingers running along the blonde's cheek in the process. "Well I'll be," Emmett said. "They're so cute together!"

Brian refused to let Emmett get to him. That little fucker. Just yesterday he was willing to fuck me. Now he's throwing that piece of shit in my face. Fuck him.

Michael shook his head, upset for Brian. "Brian, do you want to leave?"

Brian moved the paper away to look at Mikey and say, "Now why the fuck would I want to leave? Did I get my fucking coffee yet?"

Justin got Ethan some coffee and took the order over to the boys' table. Michael was glaring at him, but Em and Ted were smiling ever so sweetly. "He's adorable, baby," Em said. "So divine. Is he any good in bed?"

Brian closed the paper and threw it on the table. "Where is my fucking coffee?"

Justin quickly put it in front of him and asked, "My shift's over now so does anyone need anything before I head out to school?"

"We're fine baby," Em assured him.

As he turned to walk away, Brian called him back. "I'll drop you to school. Get your things,"

"Uh you don't have to. I was gonna go with-"

"Would you prefer your mother picks you up and drops you to school everyday?"

"Brian..."

"Then get your fucking stuff. I have to get to work."

Justin turned away and went over to where Ethan was sitting. "Brian's going to give me a lift to school," he told him.

Ethan got upset. "I walked all the way over here, Justin."

Guiltily, Justin said, "Yea, but my mom and Brian have these rules..."

Ethan shook his head angrily. "Always Brian. Fine! You go with him. I'll see you later." He stormed out of the diner while the boys looked on. Brian stood up.

"Ready Sunshine?" Justin glared at him before grabbing his coat and books.

In the jeep, Brian and Justin didn't say a word. Justin was too upset and Brian still couldn't understand how Justin could rub that grubby boy in his face. Brian cringed when Justin slammed the door but cheerfully called out to him, "Be sure to come right home after school, Sunshine!"

Justin wanted to scream. Damn Brian!!!

"Shouldn't you be at home studying?" Brian whispered into Justin's ear as he joined him at the bar at Babylon.

"I needed a break," Justin responded. "And I'm still not fucking speaking to you!"

Brian grinned. "Such language. You young people today," Justin said nothing, just stared straight ahead. He could tell Brian had had way too much to drink and he had seen him take a hit earlier so he chose to ignore him presently. Brian moved closer until his shirt sleeve was touching Justin's. "See anything good?"

"Are you still talking to me?"

Brian laughed and put his arm around Justin. "So where is he?"

"Who?"

"Your lover boy," he whispered into his ear.

Brian's warm breath on his ear sent thrills down his spine. "He's at home,"

"Isn't he afraid someone will steal you away?"

Justin turned to look at him. "He doesn't have to worry about that,"

He turned into the crowd again and Brian's teeth bit into his earlobe. "Does he know we nearly fucked yesterday?"

Justin gritted his teeth, both from the pleasure of Brian's tongue on his teeth and the question. "No..."

"Did you tell him how you sucked on my dick until I came in your mouth-?"

"Brian-"

"And you loved every minute of it,"

Justin groaned. "You know I didn't tell him,"

Brian moved until he was standing in front of him, his arms around his boy's neck. "Why the fuck not?" Justin tried to look away but Brian wouldn't let him. "Does he make you ache the way I do? Do you scream his name when you're cuming? Do you hold on to him so tight at night when you have a nightmare that he knows he'll have a bruise when he gets up in the morning...but he doesn't care?" Tears came to Justin's eyes but he refused to cry. Brian, high on god-knows-what pressed his forehead against Justin's and continued his on-slaught. "He can't replace ME Justin. No one can. And you don't just shit on me after making me fucking care."

"Brian, you're drunk," Justin didn't know what else to say. And he knew Brian cared. But it wasn't enough.

"Not as drunk as I should be, I can still feel it,"

Confused, Justin asked, "Feel what?"

"The knife stabbing me in my back." He pressed his lips against Justin's, eating at his boy's lips with his mouth. "Oh...Need to get out of here," Brian moaned into his ear. "Because I wanna fuck... all night long,"

Justin shivered at the thought. "We could-"

"We?" Brian taunted. "Who said anything about we, Sunshine? You go back home to your lover boy and I'll find what I need."

"Bri-"

"A meaningless fuck who won't come back the next day begging for more thinking he's in love with me. A twink who won't get more than he'll ever deserve but who'll not throw it all back in my face anyway!"

Justin started to shake; the words hit him so hard. He knew he was going to cry if he didn't relax. "Brian-"

Brian silenced him with a kiss. Looking the blonde straight in the eye, he said, "Now fuck off, would you?"

Justin watched him move into the crowd and find a dance partner immediately. As jealous as he was seeing another man touch Brian and kiss Brian, Justin knew he could do nothing. After all, he had made a choice. Brian made it mandatory that he choose. And if he made a bad choice, so be it. He couldn't allow himself to get caught up in this game again. He didn't stop staring though, as painful as it was. And when Mikey came up later looking for Brian, all he had to do was follow Justin's eyes.

"Shit! I'd better get him out of here," Mikey said. Although he was still upset with Justin, Brian had asked him to "stop being a daisy" and make-up. Little steps, that was what Michael was going at. Eventually he'd fix things with Justin. When he felt the time was right.

"Good luck," Justin muttered. Justin looked on as Mikey tried to pull Brian away. Brian mouthed "fuck off" and pulled his dance partner closer. Mikey tugged on Brian some more but was getting no luck. Justin shook his head, and as much as he knew he should stay out of it, he found himself walking towards them.

"Hey," he smiled.

"I thought I told you to fuck off?" Brian asked.

Justin stuck his tongue out at him and noticed the dance partner checking him out. "Wanna dance?" It was so funny, at least to Justin, his stealing another one of Brian's tricks. In this case, he wasn't a trick yet but...

Brian stood dumbstruck for a moment before regaining his senses and going after them. Michael just shook his head and sighed.

"You've got to stop doing that," Brian said as soon as he had Justin in his arms.

"Doing what? This?" Justin squeezed Brian's dick over his clothing.

"Ahhh -not that. Oh, that feels good," he leaned down and brushed his lips against Justin's.

"Guysss!!!" There came Michael again. "I want to go home,"

Brian didn't want to go, mostly because he didn't want to leave Justin just yet. He needed his boy tonight. "So get a lift home," Brian grumbled.

Seeing Michael's urgent look, Justin nervously said, "I kind of need a lift home too,"

"So I'm everyone's personal driver now huh?"

They grabbed their coats and walked out of the club. It was cold out and Justin sank deeper into his jacket. Brian draped an arm around his two favourite boys and steered them toward his jeep. Justin took the backseat. Brian scared the shit out of them, driving more like a maniac tonight than any other night.
Michael was the first to get dropped off and Justin came into the front seat.
He smiled up at Brian and the older man couldn't refuse. How could anyone refuse that smile? He planted a kiss on his mouth and told him to buckle up. The only problem was he wasn't driving in the direction of Em's apartment but to the loft.

"Brian? Um... where are we going?"

"Where do you think? You took my trick away and I still wanna fuck all night. You up for it?"

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