A zillion thanks to Wendy, Jen and Mandi.
This is just fiction and the content reflects that, so please don't shoot me! Just a little friendly reminder --> ALWAYS have safe sex

VOYEUR

Mikey walked into Babylon with the sole objective of finding his best friend. Jeff, the head bartender at Babylon had paged him, as he usually did, when Brian had obviously had too much to drink or was too doped out to drive himself home. Mikey wasn't sure which was the case tonight, and he didn't particular care. He was glad to have any opportunity to leave his apartment, and by extension, Ben. For the night, anyway.

He was having a bad week. Ben was on his back about wanting to move in together, an idea Mikey wasn't one hundred percent for just yet. As much as he loved Ben, he just felt moving in together was a big step, one that would change his life. As it was, he was already getting less time to spend with Brian. If he moved in with Ben, would he EVER see his best friend?

Making his way through the crowd, he waved hello to Todd before finally reaching the bar. Jeff spotted him immediately and came over.

Mikey smiled. "You called, I came. Where is he?"

Jeff cocked a brow, pulled Mikey closer to place a warm hand at the back of his neck. He turned Mikey's head to face the dance floor, so his eyes focused on a couple.

"There's the fag of the hour," Jeff told him. "With his twenty four seven trick."

The "24/7" trick referred to none other than Justin of course. Mikey gritted his teeth as he watched the two mesmerizing figures on the dance floor, arms wrapped around each other as they moved in tune to the music. Their gazes were locked on each other, oblivious to their surroundings.

Jeff touched Mikey to draw his attention away from the men. "I don't think either of them are in any condition to drive."

Mikey nodded in understanding. He smiled at Jeff again before making his way over to his friends. Tapping Brian on the shoulder, Mikey soon had glazed hazel eyes directed at him.

Brian broke into a big grin. "Snuck away from the professor?"

"Something like that," Mikey replied. "Don't you have work in the morning?" he added, cutting to the chase.

Brian shrugged.

Mikey turned his focus on the bare-chested blond twink Brian was currently tangled up with. Mikey knew that what Brian and Justin had, whatever the fuck it was, would never last. It was a phase Brian was going through. Maybe even a mid-life crisis. He wished Brian had gone out and found a flash car instead of a little boy.

"And don't you have school?" he asked Justin.

Justin shrugged, moving his head to rest on Brian's chest. Mikey's eyes narrowed when he saw the sleek pink tongue licking at Brian's nipple through the thin material of the other man's shirt.

"Well, fun's over," Mikey snapped. "I'm gonna drive you two home."

Justin started to complain, but Mikey's loaded look of venom stopped him. Mikey was in no mood to deal with that spoilt little shit. The teen hid his face in Brian's chest.

Fortunately for Mikey, Brian was all for going home. He was tired, on a high, and more than anything, he wanted to fuck. To be more precise, he wanted to fuck his boy. He didn't think his cock could get any harder than it already was. Tugging Justin behind him, Brian followed Mikey outside.

"Where's the jeep?" Mikey wanted to know.

Brian couldn't remember and Justin demanded his attention on more important things, like sucking on his tongue until they both needed to come up for air. While he and Justin teased each other with their tongues, Mikey searched the parking lot. It was after 1 am, making it less crowded than it usually was.

Ten minutes later, Mikey pulled up along side the lovebirds. He had to honk the horn several times before either man pulled away. Opening the back door, Brian allowed the blond to go in first before following. As soon as he was in, Justin climbed onto Brian's lap, arms locking around his neck seconds before lips followed suit, locking tightly with Brian's.

Mikey watched in the rearview mirror, anger burning his insides.

Fucking twink! He thought. Why can't he fucking let Brian alone? It was obvious Brian was tired. But no, Justin had to have everything HIS fucking way!

When he heard a sexy moan, Mikey gritted his teeth and jerked the car into movement, causing Justin to bite down on Brian's tongue.

"Fuck!" Brian growled.

Justin moaned loudly. "Fuck, Brian," he mumbled, loud enough for Mikey to hear. "Don't stop."

"You bit my fucking tongue, you little..." Brian muttered.

"Lemme see," Justin demanded.

Brian stuck his tongue out and Justin pressed his lips to it, making an annoyingly childish smacking sound.

"All better," Justin said happily.

Mikey wanted to throw up when he heard Brian laugh.

He heard Brian tell Justin, "Come here," seconds before he heard the sound of zippers being lowered.

"Will you two knock it off?" Mikey shouted immediately.

Justin giggled.

"And your big head is blocking the back, Justin," Mikey added meanly to shut the kid up.

Brian pulled Justin down to his side to give Mikey a better view. Mikey used that opportunity to shift the mirror, so he could keep an eye on the boys in the back. He had to make sure they weren't doing anything illegal. If they got pulled over, no way in hell HE was going to jail because those two idiots couldn't keep their fucking hands off each other!

At a red light, he stopped and focused his attention on the men. Justin's lips were pouted as he childishly asked Brian if his head was really big.

Mikey was appalled at Brian's whispered response of, "It's perfect," seconds before his lips found Justin's for a short, but sweet kiss.

Mikey felt the need to gag. Brian was turning into God knows what because of that God forsaken kid.

The light switched to green, so Mikey pulled off again, increasing his speed in order to get them home as soon as possible.

He heard Justin giggle again. Looking up at the mirror, he saw Brian's lips against the teen's neck sucking playfully. When he pulled back, a fair amount of moisture glistened on Justin's neck.

"Now you have my mark on you," Brian told him.

Mikey rolled his eyes heavenward. What in God's name...

"I want to feel you... inside me, Brian," Justin pleaded, the longing evident in his tone.

Brian looked up at the mirror and found Mikey's eyes. Mikey shook his head in amazement. He looked away and realized he was already on Tremont Street. Pulling up at the front of the brick building, he stopped the car.

"I'll bring this back in the morning," Mikey told Brian as he watched the other man help Justin out of the jeep.

"No," Brian said, arm around Justin's waist as he tugged him towards the glass front door. "I need that set of keys, it's got my work key on it. Come up for the other set."

Mikey followed them into the elevator, annoyed at having to be in their presence for more time than necessary. He tried to look away when he saw Justin pressing himself against Brian, but his eyes refused to cooperate. There was also the small matter of his dick, which was definitely paying attention to the hot couple's activities. It was rock solid hard.

Brian cupped Justin's butt in his hands and lifted the blond against him. His mouth barely contained the teen's loud moan.

The elevator came to a stop and Mikey quickly walked out. With Justin wrapped around him from behind, Brian slid open the loft door and walked inside.

He removed Justin's hand from around his waist and walked over to his desk drawer, digging through it roughly before pulling out a key. Tossing it Mikey's way, he moved back to Justin's side and pulled the teen into his arms for a quick kiss.

"Close the door on your way out," he told Mikey.

Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, he used the other to pull Justin into the bedroom.

Mikey stood rooted on the spot, tempted to stay, but knowing the right thing to do was leave. It was a violation of their privacy. But his eyes were transfixed on the bodies in the bedroom. They went together so well, pale blending with perfect.

Mikey knew what he had to do. He needed to be a part of the Brian and Justin experience. He'd never get another chance like this. He had to see what it was that these two had that made them so special. Brian, he could understand. Brian was hot all the time. Justin was another story. So what was it that made the blond different from all the other tricks? His dick couldn't be that big... could it?

With the lights off, he was able to pull the door shut quietly. He slowly made his way over to the side of the bedroom, where he could get a good view of the two men without being caught.

His eyes were like two saucers as he looked on.

Brian let Justin unbutton his jeans while he worked on his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. When Justin had all the buttons undone, Brian and he shared a look, one Mikey didn't really understand, and then the teen got on his knees. He slid the jeans down to Brian's ankles and allowed Brian to step out of them.

Pressing his face against Brian's cock, Justin inhaled his lover's scent, fingers slowly sliding up the already hard shaft. Mikey was surprised at the tender way Brian touched the fine blond hair, fingers caressing the locks. Brian's eyes were lowered to the teen's head, his eyes had gone soft and his mouth was relaxed.

Mikey watched as Justin pleasured Brian’s cock, first using soft nibbling movements of his lips to caress the swollen veins, then, after swirling his tongue wetly round the head, using the very tip of his tongue to mimic fucking the slit and finally apparently swallowing it whole and sucking greedily, not seeming to get enough. Mikey felt his dick straining against his own pants. Oh God. He needed to touch himself... so, so bad.

Brian came with a deep, low growl. Justin looked up at him from the floor, a big grin on his face. Mikey noticed cum on his cheek and licked his lips in reaction.

Brian pulled Justin to his feet and roughly crushed his mouth against the boy's. When they pulled apart, Brian licked the cum off Justin's cheek.

"You're fucking amazing," Brian told him.

Mikey frowned.

Justin's response was to cover one of Brian's nipples with his mouth and suck.

Brian moaned, before pushing Justin away.

Mikey watched as Brian made short work of Justin's jeans before pushing the boy on the bed. He covered the teen with his body as he slid in between the inviting, open legs. Justin wrapped his thighs around Brian's slim waist and allowed his lover to nuzzle his neck playfully.

"What do you want?" Brian growled.

Mikey swallowed, thoughts of what HE wanted galloping through his head, not to mention the desires contributed by lower regions.

Justin giggled, Brian's nose tickling his ear. When Brian tugged an ear lobe into his warm mouth, sucking gently, Justin couldn't stop the whimper that escaped from within him. "Don't stop, baby," he softly demanded.

Baby? Mikey chewed on his lower lip, trying to get past that particular endearment.

Brian pulled away to look down into the teen's eyes.

Justin ran a finger down Brian's cheek slowly, eyes never leaving his boyfriend's.

"No games tonight, Brian," Justin said huskily. "Just fuck me. Fuck me like there's no fucking tomorrow."

Brian licked at Justin's lips.

Mikey couldn't control his feelings anymore. He started undoing the button of his jeans. He felt as if he were about to explode.

"You want me to ride your tight little ass?" Brian asked, his voice deep and incredibly arousing.

Justin rubbed his dick against Brian's, nodding his head quickly.

"You want me to make you mine?"

Justin moaned. "I am already yours, Brian."

Brian kissed his forehead.

"I belong to you," Justin seriously said.

Brian kissed the boy hungrily, their tongues greedy to taste each other.

"Brian," Justin whispered.

Mikey watched the tender look that passed between the two men again, jealousy streaming through his veins. He'd always dreamed of Brian giving him that look.

He saw Brian pull away to place Justin's legs on his shoulder, but not before he kissed the boy yet again. He watched as Brian used first one, and then two fingers to lube the boy’s hole. His own asshole spasmed in envious sympathy as he saw Brian's fingers disappearing into Justin and then gently, but firmly finger fucking him, relaxing the tight muscle and preparing him for penetration.

Then, to Mikey's horror, he saw Brian enter the teen... without a condom.

Mikey opened his mouth to call out to them, to stop them, but the words got stuck in his throat.

What the fuck were they doing? Didn't they know how dangerous bare-backing was? HE knew. Fuck, he had Ben to remind him every single fucking day!

Justin's scream reached his ears, drawing him out of his thoughts. The blond's eyes were squeezed shut as Brian withdrew to enter again, this time with even greater force. Justin's scream was louder, but quickly silenced by Brian's mouth against his own.

Mikey felt his hands slip into his pants to whip out his hard dick. Each thrust that Justin received from Brian, Mikey imitated with his hands. It was the most arousing thing ever, watching Brian and Justin fuck. Better than 'Saving Ryan's Privates' or 'Citizen Dick,' that was for sure!

Justin's head rolled from side to side as Brian fucked his ass, his moans unstoppable. In contrast, Brian's gasps were soft, yet distinct, and sexy as hell. In no time at all, Mikey had cum all over his hand.

Taking deep breaths, his breathing slowly returned to normal. Kneeling to the floor, Mikey wiped his hand on Brian's white carpet. The cleaning lady would see to it later in the week, and if Brian noticed it before that, he'd blame it on Justin.

When he stood back up, he noticed Brian had entwined his fingers with Justin's.

What the fuck? That was a bit much, even for Brian... wasn't it? It was almost as if... they were like in... oh God. Mikey refused to say the 'L' word. No, no, no. Not possible. Not Brian Kinney!

With one last scream, Justin came. Brian, less noisy, closed his eyes while his body became rigid. When he reopened his eyes, shining blue ones were gazing back into his.

Brian seemed unable to resist their appeal. Mikey frowned when he saw the gentle kiss the older man placed on the teen's eager lips.

"Stay in me," Justin begged, tightening his leg grip on Brian's waist. "Don't go yet."

Brian laid his forehead against the teen's. "It'll make me want to fuck you again."

"Who's stopping you? Do it. Fuck me."

Brian squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't talk like that. Besides, it's too soon."

Justin refused to hear reason. "You don't want to fuck me? What's the matter? Is my ass not tight enough for you anymore? You want someone younger, a virgin maybe? You remember how tight I was that first night? You were grunting like a pig then." He paused and waited for Brian to look at him. "Kiss me, Brian."

Mikey wanted to hit Justin on the head for being such a goddamn kid. And he was astounded to find Brian doing exactly what the boy ordered.

Their lips locked in yet another mind-blowing kiss.

Pulling away, Brian tried to withdraw yet again, but the pleasure of the movement was too much for him. He sank his head into Justin's shoulder.

"I want you to cum in me again," Justin demanded huskily. "It's fucking amazing, like nothing I've ever experienced."

Brian moaned. "Hush, baby."

There was that BABY word again! Mikey's eyes narrowed.

Justin arched his back, the movement again being too much for Brian.

"Fucking stop!" Brian moaned.

Justin bucked his hips against Brian's again, a laugh escaping him as his lover groaned louder.

"You know you want to," Mikey heard Justin whisper. "You know you like being surrounded by my ass... exploding inside me. Your hot cum shooting up me... Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Brian couldn't take it.

Within a few thrusts, he had found his rhythm and was again riding the teen's ass.

Mikey was shocked to find himself turned on again. He needed to get the fuck out of there. He couldn't keep up with these two. He believed Brian when he said the kid had an appetite like no other, and now he suspected Brian didn't mean just for food.

The lovers came quickly. Brian fell back on Justin, exhausted.

Mikey was almost at the door when he heard Justin demand, "Tell me you love me, Brian."

Mikey stood rooted to the spot. He didn't hear that. No, no. NO! Brian didn't... he didn't... he couldn't ... love ... that blond brat!

Mikey covered his ears and made a dash for the door, not caring if they heard his squeaky sneakers. Outside, he leant against the cool steel, heart racing in his chest.

What fucking crazy people those two were! They needed to get their fucking heads examined. Why were they fucking bareback? Unless... they couldn't... COULDN'T ... be monogamous... could they?

Mikey sighed. He was going home. He had seen AND heard more than he ever wanted to. He needed to forget.

20/04/03