ALL THE RAGE
Part 7

Justin felt as if his entire world was falling apart. Brian no longer wanted him. Ethan was gone. And he was stuck with Emmett. Could it get any worse?

He wiped at the mountain of tears flowing down his cheeks. He was so messed up. He had had everything made with Brian. So what if Brian couldn’t say “I love you?” Brian showed him in more ways than one that he loved him. For crying out loud, Brian was actually willing to spend an entire week with him. “You’re such a twat,” Justin said loudly. And Brian would never stop being an ass. That was in his personality. Justin knew that from day one. It was one of the things that he loved about Brian.

As for Ethan, he had hurt the boy pretty bad. Ethan would never forgive him. And Justin couldn’t blame him. Right now, he couldn’t even forgive himself. All he wanted to do was curl up and cry himself to sleep and hope that this was all a bad dream. Hope that when he woke up, he’d be in Brian’s arms listening to him snore softly.

He opened Emmett’s alcohol cabinet and took out the first bottle he found. Without even checking to see what it was, he screwed off the cap and took a mouthful. The strong, amber liquid filled his body with so much warmth. Justin only hoped it could make him forget too.

Brian was at Woody’s waiting for Michael before heading out to Babylon. He had been feeling like shit all week. And all because of that stupid kid again. He couldn’t believe what he had told Justin. He couldn’t believe he had actually gone there expecting things to be back to normal. Why shouldn’t Justin be fucking his young boyfriend?

Brian knew he had acted like an ass. He just didn’t know what to do now…how to fix things. All he knew was that he missed his boy immensely. It had been a little more than a week since he had seen Justin. He had been incredibly busy at work and hadn’t been to Babylon or anyplace else, other than his loft, in the past week. He hadn’t even been to the gym.

He spotted Mikey walking in with Ben and smiled. Mikey sat next to him. “Well look who it is,”

“Shut up. I’m exhausted,” He gave him a quick kiss.

“All work and no play…”

“Who said I wasn’t playing?”

“Right. I forgot who I was talking to for a moment,” he said grinning. “We can’t stay too late tonight. Ben and I have got some stuff to do tomorrow,”

Brian nodded. “Well let’s get out of here,”

They made their way to Babylon. They spotted Ted and Emmett in their usual spot, glued to each other by the bar. “Well if it isn’t the odd-couple,” Brian joked.

Emmett rolled his eyes. “How original. I would laugh but I’m too pissed right now,”

“Did something happen?” Mikey asked immediately concerned.

“Not yet, but it’s going too,” he nodded in the direction of the dance floor and all eyes were focused on Justin. He was obviously drunk and high on something. He was bare-chested and grinding hips with a tall brunette. “All bloody week. I can’t keep up anymore,” Emmett complained.

Brian glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His eyes went back to Justin and he noticed the guy’s hand inside Justin’s pants.

“Well, every night he drags me out with him. He got so drunk last night he could barely walk and I had to get him home,” he turned to Ted. “I refuse to think that is the reason he invites me out with him though. I mean, he wouldn’t-“

“Emmett!” Brian said with a mean stare.

Emmett jumped. “Ok, ok. Well, he’s driving me crazy Brian. I’m sorry to say this… but he’s turned into you!” Ted nodded sadly.

“What?” Brian asked angrily.

“Well, all he does is go out; pick up guys; take them home and fuck them,” Emmett shook his head. “A few days ago, he woke up and asked ME who was the guy in his bed,” If looks could kill, Emmett would be dead.

“One fucking kid, Emmett,” Brian said. “I ask you to look after one fucking kid and not even that you can do,”

“He’s not a kid, Brian,” Mikey butted in. “And you need to stop taking care of him. Let him-“

“If I wanted your opinion, I would’ve asked for it,” Brian said. “Now stay the fuck out of it!” He looked into the crowd and didn’t see Justin anymore. His eyes searched the crowded dance floor.

“He went into the backroom,” Ben offered.

Brian took a sip of his beer. “Fuck it. He’s on his own,”

“You can’t mean that,” Em said.

“Look, this is stupid. I did not come out tonight to baby sit,” Mikey said angrily. He and Ben left. Brian finished off his beer and made his way into the crowd for some action. He wasn’t going to baby sit either.

One week later

“How much longer is he going to keep this up?” Mikey asked Brian. They were at Babylon again, one week later. Justin was heading into the backroom area for the second time that night. And about the tenth time for the past few days.

Emmett took a sip of his cocktail. “Wish I had all that energy. When I was his age… And that cock. I just don’t know-“

Brian glared at him. “Exactly HOW did you see his dick?”

Ted looked at his boyfriend strangely. “Emmett?”

Emmett grinned sheepishly. “It wasn’t on purpose. He likes to sleep naked… and when he gets up in the morning… well… the bathroom…I was right there…”

Brian watched him closely then said, “Don’t get any ideas,”

“As if I would! I have Teddy, who’s pretty well endowed himself,”

“I bet he is,” Brian mocked.

Mikey groaned. “Well, here comes the Boy Wonder now,” Justin was all smiles when he joined them. He made Emmett get him a drink and pulled out a popper. Just as he was about to bring it up to his nose, Brian pulled it away.

“What the fuck is this?”

Justin tried to get it back. “What does it fucking look like? You of all people should be familiar with it,”

Brian held it behind him. “Yea well, stop it. You’re acting like some stupid teenager!”

Justin looked up at him as if he was stupid. “I am a fucking teenager. Now hand it over,”

Mikey tried to interfere but Brian’s look told him not to. “Justin, what the hell is wrong with you?” Brian asked softly.

“Nothing’s fucking wrong with me!” Justin protested. “I’m just having fun. And since when do you fucking care? Unless you’re looking for a quick fuck? Oh but, wait! Brian Kinney is off my fuck list isn’t he?”

Brian grabbed his hand to keep him from going back into the crowd.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Justin shouted. “I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody!”

As soon as Brian let go off his arm, a wave of nausea hit him. He swallowed but it didn’t help. His vision became cloudy. The pounding music didn’t help either. Fuck! “Brian?” he called.

Brian’s arms were around him in seconds. “Justin?”

“I don’t feel so good,”

Brian stroked his boy’s forehead. “What’s wrong?”

Justin groaned. “I think I’m going to be sick!”

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