It was one of those rare nights that Brian Kinney had come home alone. After an hour or so at Woody’s, he abandoned his search for an acceptable partner and left, telling Michael, Emmett and Ted that he was meeting someone at his apartment later. After all, he *did* have his reputation to protect.

He was equally frustrated after a few minutes in the chat rooms, and decided to give up and go to bed. He was half-asleep when the phone rang. His first reaction was to not answer it. What if something’s wrong with Gus? He hoped that, even though Lindsey and Mel were pissed at him for not signing those papers, they’d still call him in case of an emergency. Or it could be Mikey, having another pity party over losing the Doc.

He snatched the receiver from its cradle. "Yeah?"

There was a short silence before anyone spoke. "B-Brian?"

"What do you want, Justin?"

"A-am I interrupting anything? Are you alone?"

Brian smiled at the young man’s good manners. "He’s come and gone already, and I was trying to go to sleep. What do you want?"

"I-I miss you, Brian. I want to see you. Can you come over?"

"No, I can *not* come over. Didn’t Deb tell you no bringing home tricks after midnight?"

Justin giggled. "You’re not a trick."

"Oh, I’m not? What do you want me to come over there for, Justin? To play Scrabble?"

There was another short silence. "Then, can I come over there?"

Brian could hear the desperation in Justin’s voice; it was hard for him to keep his voice unemotional. "No. I’m not doing anything to get on Deb’s shit list. Besides, you have school tomorrow."

"I don’t care. I can’t sleep. I need to see you."

Brian sighed theatrically. It had only been a couple of days since he’d seen Justin, but they hadn’t fucked since New York. He seemed to be losing the ability to say no to him. "How about this? Tomorrow is Friday: I’ll pick you up around seven and we’ll eat, then we’ll go to Babylon for a couple of hours."

"Can I come home with you? For the night?"

"If it’s okay with Deb, but just for the night. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Justin still sounded troubled. "But it doesn’t help me tonight."

Why did I think I was going to get off that easy? Brian thought. "Justin, there’s nothing I can do for you tonight. Go to the bathroom and jerk off."

"I don’t want to jerk off in the bathroom. I want to do it here, with you…" Justin’s voice sounded softer. "Talk to me, Brian. I’m ready for you."

Brian swallowed hard. "Are you naked?"

"Yeah," Justin breathed. "Are you?"

"You know I am." Brian paused a moment, picturing Justin’s lean body lying against the patterned sheets on Mikey’s old bed. "Close your eyes, Justin. Pretend I’m there with you."

Justin sighed. "Tell me what you’re doing."

"No. You tell me. What am I doing?"

"You’re kissing me. Your tongue is in my mouth and it feels like you’re trying to eat me alive. Sometimes I think I’d like to spend the rest of my life being kissed by you."

Brian waited for a long minute before continuing. "What am I doing now?"

"Your mouth is moving away from my mouth. Down. You’re licking my neck, then my chest."

"And your nipples?"

"Aaah, yes. My nipples. You’re sucking them. Biting them. You’re pulling on my nipple ring. It hurts a little, but that makes it even better."

After another minute, Brian spoke again. "Now, what am I doing?"

"Your mouth is moving down to my stomach. Every place your tongue touches is on fire."

Now, it’s *my* turn to take over, Brian decided. "Okay, I’m moving down again. I’m running my tongue through your pubic hair. Your dick is hard but you can’t touch it until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yeeeaaahhh..." The word came out as a soft moan.

"You want me to suck it, don’t you, Justin?"

"Mmmhhhmmm..." Another moan.

"Well," Brian lowered his voice. "I’m not ready yet. Spread your legs, so I can lick your balls, first one, then the other. I suck one into my mouth while I roll the other one in my hand. Can you feel it, Justin?"

"Oh, yeah. It feels so good, Brian. Don’t stop."

"But I still haven’t sucked your cock, have I?" No answer. "Do you want me to?" Still no answer. "Well, you’re going to have to ask me nicely, Justin. What do you want me to do?"

"I-I want you to suck my cock, Brian."

"And what’s the magic word?"

"Please?"

Brian had planned on making Justin beg for several minutes, but he forgot all about his plan when he heard the raw need contained in that one word. "Okay. You can touch yourself now. Tell me how it feels."

"Great. Your mouth is warm and wet. You’re sucking me. So hard... So good..."

Brian suspected that Justin was losing his ability to form coherent sentences. "You’re thrusting hard into my mouth and I grab your hips and hold you down on the bed. You can’t move now - *I* have to do all the moving for both of us. Can you feel me sucking you, Justin? Can you feel my tongue teasing the head of your dick? Can you feel me squeezing your balls?"

There still were no words coming from Justin, only heavy breathing and soft moans. Brian could tell he was close - it would only take a little more. "Come for me, Justin. You know you want to. I know you’re ready. I want to feel your juices in my mouth, so I can swallow them."

Suddenly, there was a strangled cry and the sound of the phone being dropped. The next thing Brian heard was a dial tone. He wondered if Justin had hung up accidentally or if he’d woken Debbie up.

A minute later, the phone rang again. Brian let it ring four times before he picked it up. "Yes?"

"Sorry. I dropped the phone."

Brian chuckled filthily. "Got a little carried away, did we?"

Justin joined in the laugh. "A little, yeah." His voice sounded so much more relaxed than it did earlier. "Thanks."

"For what? Talking dirty to you over the phone? Wait till Deb gets the phone bill - I charge $3.95 a minute, you know."

"Just add it to the money I already owe you." They both laughed again.

"It’s late, Justin. You need to go to sleep now."

"W-will I still see you tomorrow night?"

"I told you you could come over if it’s okay with Deb." It occurred to Brian that Friday might be a very long day.

"B-Brian?"

"*Now* what?" He tried to sound annoyed.

"I don’t suppose you came too. Did you?"

Brian considered lying, but thought better of it. "I’m waiting for tomorrow night, when you’re here with me. Now, go to sleep."

"Okay. G’night." Brian hung up the phone, then rolled over on his side. Reaching down, he grasped his cock in his right hand. It was already hard. He started stroking it slowly as his mind focused on the small, thin body of the young man who would share this bed with him tomorrow night.