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Leopard and Lace & Nautical Misunderstandings
By Kattali
Leopard & Lace
Summary: Feeling bad for Justin, after Brian tosses him aside for another, Emmett invites him back to his apartment
for an evening of innocent fun. Or is it innocent? Brian has his suspicions.
Brian crouched down and gazed over the yellow ball. Yes, the exact point to aim for if he was going to make the
shot. He then returned to the position of the cue ball. Aiming, he moved the cue stick between his fingers with an
easy glide, stroking it back and forth until it felt just right.
Emmett leaned into Ted and whispered, "He can't do it. It's impossible. He won't make it. There's no way he'll make
the shot."
"Will you shut the fuck up," Brian growled.
"Oh, sorry," Emmett winced. "Tic-a-lock."
Brian regained his focus. His voice grew soft, "Five ball and eight ball in the corner pocket."
Michael held his breath. Justin kept his eyes glued on Brian as the pool stick glided forward and hit the cue ball. The
follow-through was perfect. The tip of the stick met its target and drove the ball across the table in its intended path.
The ball hit the diamond mark on the cushion rail, then set forth at the angle toward the side pocket. Keeping its
momentum, the cue ball first hit the yellow ball then the black ball with such force that they battled against each
other before the yellow ball toppled into the pocket. The black ball teetered on the edge, then finally met its death as
well.
Brian stood up tall and cocky. "Game over."
"Shit!" Michael yelled.
Justin smiled proudly.
"Lucky asshole," Ted grumbled.
"I knew he could do it," Emmett said. "It was a perfect set up. He had the perfect shot."
Michael glanced at his watch. "I have to go. Inventory night at the Big Q."
"I have to go, too," Ted grabbed his jacket.
"Why, Ted, do you have a date?" Brian teased.
"Fuck you," he snapped, leaving abruptly.
"Was it something I said?" he smirked.
"You can be such an ass," Michael said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Whatever," Brian said halfheartedly, for his attention had shifted to the tall muscular man, who slowly walked by
maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.
"Brian," Justin spoke up. "Let's go."
"I've got plans," he said, setting the pool stick on the table.
"You have plans with me. Remember?"
"I didn't promise," Brian said.
Justin looked away, hurt and angry.
Emmett put his arm around the young man's shoulders as they watched Brian walk over to his next fuck du jour and
whisper in his ear. The man smiled coyly, left his beer on the counter, and followed Brian out of Woody's.
Justin sat silently.
"Well, it's just you and me," Emmett gave him a squeeze. "A queen and a princess abandoned by an unruly court."
"The only one who's being unruly is Brian, and that's not going to change," he grumbled. "I'm his back up plan.
That's all I am. That's all I'll ever be."
"Brian is a -"
Justin cut him off, "Don't say anything bad about him."
"Princess, since you don't have any plans, how about coming back to my place? Little porn, some pizza, black
raspberry ice cream. How about it?"
"Guess it would be better than sitting at home watching T.V. with Vic," he sighed.
"Damn right it would be," Emmett declared. "Nothing against Vic. He's a sweetie. I mean for his age. Not that he's
over the hill. I totally respect men his age. I mean we're going to be old some day. Not that he's old, old. You know
what I mean."
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Brian didn't make it to his jeep before the first encounter of the night. Pressed against the building, he felt the eager
fuck du jour unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. Already aroused, heat filled his body. The man's thumb caressed
the sensitive head as his stalk throbbed with anticipation. Brain was in no mood to fool around.
"Suck it," he ordered.
The man flicked his tongue against the deep red tip, as beads of pre-cum juice formed at the piss-slit. Brian moaned
and humped toward the man. He rammed his cock deep into the man's gullet and began thrusting. His cock jerked
and twitched as his load erupted, finally giving him the relief that was weighing him down.
The man, aroused by his own mounting hard-on, started pumping up his cock. Brian zipped up his pants and waited
for him to finish himself off. He glanced over at the entrance to Woody's. Emmett and Justin came out the door and
headed down the street with their arms around each other's waists. Brian furrowed his brow.
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Emmett shut the door and threw up his arms in Vannah White style. "This is my humble abode. Make yourself
comfortable."
Justin scanned the room. It wasn't what he expected. Although he wasn't sure what he did expect -- perhaps lava
lamps and orange fuzzy rugs. He dropped his jacket on the back of the kitchen chair and set out to explore.
There were a few pictures scattered about. Mostly they were of Emmett and Ted, and Emmett and Michael. Some
were of Emmett, Ted, Michael, and Brian. A spark of jealousy went through Justin. As much as he wanted to be part
of the boy's club, he couldn't be. They had a history together. He was becoming more accepted by the group. At least
he was getting that feeling. Michael wasn't throwing around angry, snide remarks as much anymore. But they all
still thought of him as the school boy who couldn't possibly know anything about anything. Justin knew better. He
had grown up fast over the past months.
"Coming out" had forced him to face bigotry at school and in his own home. His relationship with his father had
deteriorated because of his sexual orientation. His father didn't want anything do with his "faggot" son. His parents
had divorced. He was living with a new family. Liberty Avenue had become a second home. Brian Kinney had
schooled him in the art of fucking, and Justin was good at it. No, he was excellent. After all, he excelled at
everything he did.
He turned the corner and separated the hanging beads to the entrance into Emmett's bedroom. Justin smiled. This
was more like it. The pink, orange, and violet pinwheel patterned bedspread practically jumped off the waterbed.
He walked around the room, taking in everything - the Cher poster hanging on the wall, the shelf of gold, silver, and
leather cock rings, and autographed pictures of porn stars.
"Fuck me," he whispered, fingering the long black wig sitting on a dressing table.
Emmett sashayed into the room, "Pizza ordered. Oh! You found Cher."
"Huh?" Justin furrowed his brow.
"If you could see me now," he sung, grabbing the brush off the dressing table and taking an ostentatious pose. "Did
you know that Cher's real name is Cherilyn Sarkasian?"
"No," he shook his head.
Emmett studied Justin's face. "You have beautiful features."
"Thanks. I guess."
"We should have some fun. Escape Pittsburgh. Escape life as we know it. We should become someone else for the
night."
"What do you mean?" Justin asked.
Emmett smiled impishly.
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