This is the first QAF story that I’ve written in which Justin makes no appearance at all. I’m hoping to write a sequel to it and I promise that Justin will be in the next part. BTW, this story is based on the first spoiler I heard for season 3. If you’re trying to remain spoiler-free, you might want to avoid this story, although, it’s as much speculation as anything else.

A Night to Remember

by Cathy

Of course, I know who Brian Kinney is.

Who doesn’t?

I heard about him for weeks before I actually saw him. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure I believed everything they said about him: that he was drop-dead gorgeous, rich, sexy, hung like a horse. And he could fuck for hours.

When I finally saw him, I knew everything I’d heard was true.

My friend, Paul, and I were hanging out on ‘our’ street corner one night. We were supposed to be trying to pick up men but we were mostly watching the guys walk by and talking about how great it would be to find someone nice to spend the night with. Then, this totally hot guy got out of a black Jeep down the street, in front of the Liberty Diner. I said something like, ‘God *damn*. Look at him’. I was staring and I didn’t care who saw me.

‘You ever heard of Brian Kinney?’ Paul looked at me with that superior look he got when he thought he knew something I didn’t know.

‘Fuck, yes, I’ve heard of him. Jesus, Paul, do you think I’m totally fucking clueless?’

He always pissed me off when he talked to me like that, but I didn’t have time to argue with him. I was too busy watching Kinney. He paused, waiting on a short dark-haired guy to get out of the passenger side of the Jeep. As they walked into the diner together, I couldn’t help noticing how the short guy was looking at him, like a puppy desperately hoping for attention from his master.

‘Is that his boyfriend?’ The question popped out before I realized it.

‘Fuck, no.’ Paul laughed. ‘The word is that he doesn’t do boyfriends. But there’s this guy…’

‘*This* guy?’ I pointed in the direction of the short, geeky guy who’d followed Kinney into the diner.

‘Shit, Jason,’ he sneered at me, ‘are you really as stupid as you act sometimes? It’s another guy. He’s young…’

‘How young?’

‘About our age, I think. He looks like you, kinda.’ Taking a step back, he stared at me. ‘Cuter, of course, but you could be related.’

‘Have you seen them together?’

‘Once, yeah. The kid works at the diner part-time. I think he’s in college. They live together…’

I was confused. ‘So… doesn’t that make them boyfriends?’

Paul shrugged. ‘I don’t know. He still goes out practically every night. Sometime he’s alone and sometimes they’re together.’

‘If they’re together, why do they even bother going out? Why not just stay home and fuck?’

Paul shook his head. ‘Sometimes they go to Babylon or Woody’s… or the baths. They pick up a guy, or two… I fucked a guy last month who went home with them one night. He said he passed out about daybreak. When he woke up, hours later, they were still going at it.’

‘Shit!’ I had interrupted his story and he turned to see what I was staring at. Kinney had come back out of the diner and was walking toward us, but he wasn’t alone. There was a blond boy walking beside him. I could see where Paul would think I resembled him. He looked like he was about twelve, but he carried himself with the confidence of someone much older.

They were talking quietly as they walked past us and down the street toward Babylon. The kid’s face was shining as he turned around and started walking backward. Kinney said something to him that made him laugh. He started backing away quickly, but the older man grabbed him and pulled him close. They weren’t walking anymore - they were just standing there. Kinney had his arms around the kid’s waist, grinding their bodies together. The kid was running his fingers lightly through his dark, silky hair. The kid cocked his head sideways and licked his lips. He was still smiling. Then they kissed.

They stood there for what seemed like an hour. Like some stupid idiot, I kept staring at them. All my life, I’ve fantasized about someone who would smile at me like that. Hold me like that. Kiss me like that.

‘Jason!’ Paul was yelling at me and trying to sound like he wasn’t yelling at me. I pulled my attention away from the beautiful couple making out down the street.

‘Yeah?’ Turning, I smiled at my friend and the two men who had walked up in the last minute. ‘Hey, guys. How’s it going?’

Lucky for me, they were so horny that they didn’t notice how distracted I was. We paired up quickly and headed down the street to their car.

I can’t believe that night was less than a year ago. I haven’t worked the streets since a few weeks after that. Larry picked me up outside Boy Toy one night and offered me a job with Pittsburgh’s most exclusive escort service. Yes, I fuck mostly women, and they’re middle-aged and ugly. The men aren’t much better, but I make a whole lot more money than I ever imagined. Dressing in tuxedos, riding in limousines, drinking champagne and fucking on silk sheets… No, I really can’t complain.

On this particular Friday night, I got home early. Marlene, my ‘date’ for the evening, got a killer migraine at the charity fund-raiser we were at and I had to take her home. I offered to stay with her or take her to the emergency room or call someone, but she said she’d be okay. I could tell she was flattered by all the attention I was giving her. She kept thanking me and telling me how sweet I was to worry about her. Stupid bitch. Didn’t she realize that I was trying to get a big tip by pretending to give a shit? I guess not.

It was after midnight when I got home. I went to bed but sleep didn’t happen. Too early, I guess. I was soaking in a bubble bath when the phone rang. It was Larry, telling me he had a very special job for me.

‘Tonight? Larry, it’s after three in the morning. Can’t it wait?’

‘No. There’s a cab on the way to your place. You’ve got about ten minutes to get dressed and get down to the curb.’

‘I could say no. You told me I could always say no.’

‘Not this time, Jason. The guy’s willing to write a blank check.’

A guy? Now he had my attention. ‘And what do I have to do?’

‘I don’t know.’

I paused for a few seconds, for effect. ‘You don’t know? Sorry--’

‘The man’s name is Brian Kinney. I assume you’ve heard of him.’

‘Yes.’ I instantly remembered the last, and only, time I’d seen him, that night he and his companion were kissing on Liberty Avenue. ‘Just him?’

‘What do you mean, just him?’

‘I-I thought he had a guy living with him, that’s all.’

‘All I know is what he told me. He wants a blond guy in his late teens, with a slight build and blue eyes, who can follow instructions without making a big deal out of it.’

I wondered if it was a coincidence that he’d requested someone who so closely resembled the boy who was living with him.

Then it occurred to me that I didn’t care. I was getting hard just thinking about being with Brian Kinney. I wanted him to hold me and kiss me like he’d done with the kid that night on the street.

‘Jason?’

‘I’m on my way.’ I hung up the phone before he could answer. I forgot to ask if I should wear anything special, so I put on a pair of faded jeans, the ones that made my ass look amazing, and a tight black tank top.

*&*&*&*&*

While I was in the cab, Larry called me on my cell phone and told me to say the price was three hundred dollars. I told him okay and hung up on him for the second time in ten minutes. I think I’d managed to sound casual but I couldn’t believe that someone thought I was worth that much money.

I stood outside the door to the loft for a few minutes, trying to get my thoughts under control. This is the same thing I’ve been doing for months, I told myself, just not with anyone as hot as Brian Kinney. Before I knocked, the door opened just wide enough for me to see him standing there. He had a dark blue silk robe hanging from his shoulders but it covered nothing. He didn’t say anything - he just stood there, staring down at me. I cleared my throat. ‘The escort service sent me.’ I began with the standard line.

‘How much?’ His voice sounded slurred and I noticed that he was holding on to the door, maybe for support.

‘Three hundred.’

Nodding slightly, he pushed the door aside and motioned for me to come in. I walked a few steps and turned around, facing him. He pointed toward the bedroom, which was up and to the left. ‘Get naked.’ He walked in the other direction as I climbed the couple of stairs into blue-lit room.

I had time to strip before he joined me. He was staggering slightly; I wondered what he was on and if it would impair his ability to perform. His eyes roamed over my body hungrily as he glanced down at the bed. Taking the cue, I crawled onto the bed and sat down, leaning back on my elbows. ‘Roll over.’ I scrambled over onto my stomach.

I felt the bed dip and then he was on top of me. The only sound I heard was the tearing of the condom wrapper. Several seconds later, I felt soft hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. I bit my lip as I was impaled, slowly at first. The huge cock that I’d been staring at only a few minutes before - wondering how long it would take it to get hard - was being pushed inside me.

I’ve never been the kind of person who talks and moans and thrashes around, unless I think that’s what the customer wants me to do. This guy had said a total of six words to me since I’d been there, which led me to believe that he wasn’t interested in theatrics - just fucking.

And he was good - just as good as I’d heard. Maybe better.

Definitely better. Every time I thought he was about to come, he’d slow down and start again. After he finally *did* come, he pulled out and lay back on the other side of the bed. I tried to keep my eyes closed long enough to get my breath, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. He lit a joint and picked up a bottle from the floor. He silently offered me a hit and a drink, both of which I accepted. After a few minutes he stood up. ‘I need a shower.’ He paused at the door to the bathroom and glanced back over his shoulder. ‘Come on.’

By the time I stepped into the glass-enclosed shower stall, steam was filling the room. Handing me the soap, he turned around. I took the hint and began rubbing his back. My fingers gently massaged the fine muscles that rippled just underneath the skin. I wanted to wrap my arms around his chest and pull him close enough to nibble at the back of his neck. I didn’t, though. So far, the sex had been completely impersonal. It was totally up to him to change the mood and he seemed to be satisfied with things the way they were.

He turned around so that he was facing me. I started stroking his chest and belly. He was smiling down at me as he reached out and put his hand on the top of my head, pushing me down to my knees before him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted and I was ready to try to give him the best blow job of his life.

I pushed him back against the wall as I swallowed that huge, beautiful cock on the first try - I wasn’t sure I’d be able to, but it was worth the effort. He still didn’t say anything but I could tell he was enjoying it. He had his hands in my hair, pulling it pretty hard, but I didn’t mind. I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

When he was close to orgasm, he pulled me to my feet. I was pushed against the wall, face first, and he moved behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder as he paused long enough to grab a condom and put it on. Then he was inside me again, thrusting harder and harder. I leaned my head against the wall, planted my feet and held on for the ride. He was biting the back of my neck and my shoulders roughly, but I didn’t care. I was causing him to lose control, if only for a few minutes, and I thought that was exactly what he needed.

He came pretty quickly that time. I was still gasping for breath when he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I joined him just in time for him to throw me a towel and disappear through the door.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed, still naked. He was holding a small plastic bag in one hand and a short straw in the other. Glancing around, he offered the straw to me. Coke isn’t exactly my drug of choice - mainly because I can’t afford the habit - but I never turn it down when it’s offered. That, combined with the pot and the liquor, went a long way to explain the glazed look in his eyes and his slurred speech. I couldn’t imagine that it would be much longer before he passed out. Until he did, though, I was having a fucking blast.

It was about then that the Jim Beam made its reappearance. Kinney took a large drink and handed the bottle to me. Never one to refuse such kind hospitality, I took a long, slow drink and handed it back. He took yet another drink before replacing the bottle on the floor next to the bed. By the time he turned his undivided attention back to me, *I* was starting to feel the effects of all the chemicals we were playing with.

His hands were on me again, moving up my arms to my shoulders. He pushed me backwards, slowly, until I was lying down. Then his mouth was on me, licking from my neck to my chest and down. His tongue tickled my already-hard cock, causing me to moan. I was hoping that he’d take me into his mouth, but I didn’t dare ask.

Instead, he pushed me over onto my stomach again. I was preparing for him to enter me when I felt his body cover me as he started kissing the back of my neck. Slowly, his tongue moved down my spine toward my ass. The next thing I felt took me totally by surprise as his tongue moved into me, very slowly. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Shit, I thought I was going to explode, it felt so fucking good.

I have no idea how long he continued rimming me. After a while, I forgot what planet I was on. Just when I didn’t think I could take it any more, he shifted me over on my back and grabbed my ankles, draping my legs over his shoulders. When he reached for another condom, I knew what was coming next.

I closed my eyes as he entered me again, but I couldn’t keep them closed for long. That was okay, because he wasn’t looking at me. I stared up at his face. He was almost smiling and his lips were moving, as if he was saying something. I couldn’t hear any words, though.

After what seemed like another eternity, he was getting close to orgasm again. His face moved down, close to mine. He nuzzled against my neck, kissing me softly. I wanted to move my head down so that he was kissing my face, my mouth. But I didn’t.

Without warning, his mouth covered mine and he kissed me hard, taking my breath. It only lasted a few seconds, but I could still feel his lips afterwards.

As soon as he was finished, he rolled over on his back, next to me. I shifted onto my side, propped my head on my hand and looked at him. His eyes were closed again. I watched him, hoping I wouldn’t get caught staring.

All was silent for several minutes before he opened his eyes and looked at me, as if he was trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing there. I opened my mouth to say something - I’m not sure what - when he crawled off the bed and stood up. He moved gracefully to a chest in the corner, and to a small black box on top of it. He walked back across the room, carrying yet another small plastic bag, and smiling. ‘Want some?’

‘Sure…’ I honestly didn’t know how many more drugs I’d be able to take, but I was afraid of what would happen if I said no. He fished out a tiny white pill and stuck his tongue out, placing it on it and swallowing quickly. I laughed nervously and he fetched another pill from the bag, placing it on his tongue again. He repeated this three times; the last time, though, he moved forward. I remained still as he closed the distance between us. When his tongue was a few inches from my face, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

The next thing I knew, his tongue was halfway down my throat, pushing the pill down. He pulled back quickly and moved around so that he was lying on his back again. With one hand, he stroked his dick, which was getting hard one more time. His other hand was extended toward me. This time it was my turn to fetch the condom. I unwrapped it and rolled it onto his cock, very slowly. I don’t know how I knew what he wanted me to do, but I did. Moving deliberately, I shifted over and sat down, impaling myself on his hardness. He was enjoying it, I could tell, which encouraged me to move faster.

This time, neither of us lasted very long. When we were finished, we lay together, side by side. He lit another joint and we shared it. I was feeling very mellow about then and I think I fell asleep. The next thing I was aware of was Brian moving behind me. He had his left arm across my chest as he pushed inside me. At first, it seemed to be like every other time we’d fucked, but something was different. It didn’t feel impersonal this time; he wasn’t acting like the animal I’d been with earlier. His fingertips traced lightly across my skin as he moved inside me. I turned my head to get a glimpse of his face and he kissed me again; it wasn’t quick or rough this time, but slow and gentle. When he broke the kiss, he moved his head so his mouth was close to my ear. I could finally hear what he was saying. It was only one word. A name.

Justin.

He kept saying it over and over, very quietly. Like a breath. Or a prayer.

Justin.

That’s when I knew why I was there. Justin was the name of the blond boy I’d seen Brian Kinney with on the street that night. I wasn’t sure what had happened between them, but it must have been fucking awful, for Kinney to go as far as to hire a hustler - me - who looked like his boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend. Or whatever the fuck he was now.

I must’ve fucked like him too, or I bet I’d’ve been tossed out on my ass in the first half-hour.

I was still thinking about them - Brian Kinney and his Justin - when I dozed off for the second time that night. Neither of us had moved since we came; he was still inside me.

*&*&*&*&*

When I woke up, I was alone in the bed. The sun streamed in past the designer window treatment and the neon blue lights were turned off. I looked at the clock. Almost noon. I lay still, listening. Maybe he was taking a leak or getting a glass of juice…

No. He wasn’t there.

Reluctantly, I crawled off the bed and started picking up my clothes, which were scattered on the floor where I’d left them. Dressing quickly, I put on my shoes and started walking toward the door.

As I started down the stairs, I jammed my hands down in my pants pockets. That’s when I found them: six crisp, new hundred dollar bills. Twice the amount I’d told him at the beginning of the evening. I counted them about a dozen times, just to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. Then I smiled as I continued walking. This had definitely been a night - and part of the next day - that I’d never forget.