Author's Notes:

Hello my fellow QAF Fans! This chapter took a little longer than what I would have liked, but I think that you would appreciate reading something that wasn't total garbage. As always, I have to give a BIG thank you to my fantabulous editor, Darren, for giving me wonderful feedback and great grammar lessons! Second, I have to thank EVERYONE that has emailed me about this series. All the kind comments really can boost a girl's ego (and maybe make her write a little faster) ^_^



Disclaimer:

Although I love them bunches, the beautiful ones of Queer as Folk don't belong to me. That right goes to Showtime, Cowlip, and other entities that don't deserve them :p


"dialogue"
/thoughts/





Darling Twink 4/?
by Pleasure Principle
Rating:R
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Degrees of Seperation



JUSTIN



I can't believe this.

I simply can't FUCKING believe this.

I come home from the high that comes from a Brian Kinney fuck, and look what happens.

Danny 'Dumbfuck' Hamilton, my ex, is standing in front of my apartment with a big ass smile on his face.

Did I end up in the Twilight Zone or something?

Hearing a small laugh, I look up to see Danny giving me the smile that I fell in love with.

"No, but a lot of people think that Pittsburgh is the
closest thing to it," he grinned, sliding his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.


Brushing the back of his hand against my cheek, he whispers softly, "I missed you, love."


"What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you here? And how in fucking hell did you find out where I lived?" I lashed out roughly, pullling away from him, partly anger at the laughing man in front of me, partly embarrassment of at speaking my thoughts out loud.

Not reacting in any way to my rant, he gestures to my apartment, "Do you really want to have this conversation in the middle of your hallway?"

Not wanting him to step foot into MY home, but knowing that he was right, I conceded. "Fine! Move out my goddamn way so I can open the door!"

"Now, tell me what the hell is going on here? I thought we said all we had to say in New York," I muttered, looking at the man who has caused me so much pain.

Damn, what I wouldn't do for a double shot of Absolut right now.


"J, did you really think that it was over?" he asked as if we had only been apart for a few days, instead of a few months.


"Well, I kinda figured it out when I caught you with your dick up some trick's ass! Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid!"


"I never thought that you were a fool. If that were the case, I would have never have hooked up with you in the first place."


"Lucky me. Now tell me why you're here, before my foot can't come up with anymore excuses for not being planted up your ass!" I snapped, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.


"Look J, you know I'm not good with apologies and shit like that. Hell, you probably know me better than anyone. All I ask is that you listen to what I have to say first."


"Fine. Plead your case."


"Remember when you came home that night and told me about that offer from the firm here?"

"Yeah, so?"

"And how you told me that you were thinking about taking it so that you could be closer to your family? Well, it got me thinking how we hadn't been getting along lately and I just thought that it was your way of telling me that you were leaving me without saying the actual 'let's be friends' speech."


"So...you're telling me that you fucked that other guy just to get me to leave you?" If I had a dunce cap, I would have slammed it down on his fucking head.


"I know it sounds horrendously stupid, but I did it for you. I didn't want to be the one to tie you down," he explains, looking the stupid fuck that he is.


"So why the hell are you here? Did I forget to pay my half of the rent or something?" I replied nastily, not buying his shit for a minute. If you really love someone, you don't throw them off the highest cliff that you can find.


Seeing that my attention was back on him, he stated simply, "I missed you J."


Rolling my eyes heavenward, I let him know that I am not impressed. "You already said that."


Sighing, he shoves his hands in his pockets, looking me directly in the eyes, as if that would help. "Seriously Justin. Every day since you left has been pure hell. You don't know how it felt walking into our apartment and seeing our life shattered and you gone."

"I guess it could be right up there with seeing the man you were going to ask to be your life partner fucking somebody else," I shoot back harshly, getting grim satisfaction watching him pale underneath his thirty dollar a session tan.

"Oh J," is all he says as he tries to come closer, but I halt that quickly, holding up a hand for him to stop. With a hurt expression, he pleads earnestly, "Please Jus. Can't we work this out somehow? Don't you think that we owe it to ourselves to work this out?"


Feeling myself about to explode, I clench my fists to control my already sky-high temper. "Daniel?"


With a look of hope, he hastily replies,"Yes?"


"Listen carefully to what I am about to say to you. I don't owe US shit, but I do owe it to myself to find someone that will not treat me as a dumbass child as you so effectively did for all these years."


Crossing the room, I open the door, giving him the universal gesture for what he needs to do, but he just stands there, looking like a lost little puppy. Steeling myself, I reinforce what I want him to do in words, so he doesn't mistake my actions.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out."


"Justin," he tries one more time to touch me, but I'm not having it...not when I'm not sure and what might happen.


"Get out," and stay out a voice in my head adds, sounding suspiciously like Daphne.


Great now, he's finally driven me around the bend.


"I can see that you're still upset with me and I totally understand, but know this: I am not giving up on us. I know I fucked up, but I will do everything that I can to make you see that I want us to be together. I know that deep down you feel the same."


Taking a card from his coat pocket, he dropped it on the coffee table.


"Here is the hotel that I am staying at for the next week.You can rip it up if you want, but I would really like to talk to you before I go back," he pleaded, sincerity shining in his eyes.


/And you can take a flying leap for all I care, asshole/ I thought vicously, wishing he would leave already.


Giving it one last shot, he approaches once again. "I love you, and I will always love you. I know that I fucked up, but doesn't my feelings for you count for something?"



Pushing him away, I let him know exactly what I thought of his latest revelation. "Well you can keep it for the tricks you haven't fucked yet." With one last biting glare, I said the words that I wasn't able to say the first time: "Bye Daniel," which was followed by me slamming the door so hard I was sure to hear shit from my neighbors in the morning about it.

Walking over to the couch, I just plopped down and stared at the small white rectangle with elegant gold script. Picking it up, I just looked at it, the
anger and the pain coming back full force. Throwing it back on the table, I picked up the cordless phone and called for reinforcements.


Three rings later, my prayers were answered. "Daph, how about we schedule your grand tour about now?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound like I was going to have a nervous breakdown...even though I was pretty damn close.


"Do you know what time it is, Taylor?" came the grouchy shout, reminding me of the last time I called her like this, but as a best friend, this is a duty that she has to uphold.


"Daniel was just here," were the only words I uttered before Daphne went into her impressive imitation of a veteran sailor. After calming down, she became the rational girl that I knew and loved.

"Give me fifteen minutes and don't start throwing stuff, because I would hate to have to help you clean up your own shit, okay?" she says, I guess in an effort to make me smile.

"Yeah," was all I could say, thanking God for giving me a best friend like her. Maybe it was time to remind her of that fact. "Have I ever said that you are my bestest friend in the whole wide world?"

"Yeah, but it never hurts to hear it again. Now hang up so I can get dressed, and remember to take deep breaths."


"Whatever Brat. See you in a few."


"Bye Jussie," and soon the dial tone was buzzing in my ear.

Hanging up, I lean back against the cushions and close my eyes, wondering when my life turned into a fucking soap opera.



BRIAN



Leaning back in the big black leather chair that I've worked so hard to acquire, I look out the windows at the Pittsburgh skyline, thinking back to when I was boy and my parents decided to act like actual humans. It was one of those cold winter days where you had to bundle up against the wind, even though the sun was glaring in the sky.

I still can't remember what the occasion was or anything, but I do remember my mom smiling and telling my sister and I to get dressed and that we were going out. Soon, we were at the incline and I could remember running to the overlook and just looking over the Three Rivers and the Golden Triangle and thinking that I wanted to know what went on over there. When I asked Jack ( I refuse to call him my father, because he never was one) about it, he just told me that it wasn't any of my business since I would never know.


Well, here's a big FUCK YOU Jack Kinney!


Pushing those thoughts away, my mind wanders back to Friday night and the 'fun' I had with a certain blonde. But as much as it made me smile, I began to worry.


It's not really the fact that I allowed Justin to give me a repeat performance of his great 'talent', but the fact that I pursued him. That is something I'm going to have to stop before it gets out of control...if it hasn't already.


Plus it didn't help that I had to get an earful from my best friend about ditching him at the diner that night.


Like it hasn't happened before.


Then to get the usual cutting remarks from the gay version of Abbott and Costello made me wonder if continuing this little game with Justin is good thing.



Then again, I always do like living life on the edge...


BEEEEEP


Sighing, I turn around and deftly press the intercom button. "Yes?"

"Your ten o'clock is here," she said merrily, making wonder what exactly was making my assistant so happy. Hmph, probably got laid this weekend.

Shuddering at the image of hetero sex, I lean back and wait for the entertainment to begin.


Watching him walk in, I take in the dull eyes and wan smile and my conscience starts to nag at me, but as with all Kinneys, I ignore it and proceed to do what I want for my own enjoyment, which will eventually lead to me fucking other people over in the process.



Let the games begin.



"Good morning Mr. Taylor."


"Good morning Mr. Kinney," he responds cordially with all the enthusiam as a wet blanket as he opens his portfolio case and hands me the placards for the upcoming McTennin Sports campaign.



Taking a careful perusal, I grudingly had to admit thy man was good. "I am impressed. To tell you the truth, I thought this whole consultant thing was a bunch of bullshit and a waste of money."

"Lucky for me that you aren't in charge of the company, huh?" he smiles, giving me a flashback of the events at the diner and what led up to one of the top ten fucks I've had in life.


Looking down at my wide mahogany desk, my brain starts to imagine what else it could be used for. Looking up, I see his expectant face and I mobilize into action. Getting up, I walk over to my door and close it, making sure both my guest and my secretary hear the audible click of the lock.


Turning around, I press the intercom button. "Cynthia, please hold my calls. Mr. Taylor and I do not want to be disturbed for any reason," I tell her calmly, looking into startled blue eyes.

A few seconds later, he asks the question I've been waiting for. "What do you think you're doing?"


"Well, I thought that since we're having such a great creativity session, that it would be a shame to waste it."


"Is that so?"


"What did you think? That I would rip those mockups out your hand, tear your clothes off, clear my desk, throw you on it, and have a quick fuck?" I quip effortlessly, his immediate reaction telling me that is EXACTLY what he was thinking...maybe even wanted.


Backing off, I decide to give him a few moments to compose himself. I would hate to see this game end too quickly. Once he takes a deep breath, he begins again.


"Mr. Kinney-"


"I think that you can call me Brian now, don't you?" I said languidly, loving the reaction coming from the body in front of me. Damn he looks adorable like that. Funny, how I never really liked adorable before fucking him...



"MISTER Kinney," he stresses again, but I can tell that he is barely holding on, if the bulge I see in his Dockers is any indication.


"I thought I told you to call me Brian," I remind him, loving the way his blush now reaches the tips of his ears.



Fucking adorable, I tell you.



Moving just far enough from my grasp, he tries to steer the conversation back to solid ground. With a determined gleam in those baby blues, he demands, "I don't think that is very professional, do you?"


Giving him his space, I walk around to the other side of my desk, hoping to hide the obvious hard-on I got from playing with him. There was no need to let the blonde know just how much I was enjoying this. I don't have any doubts that he would find a way to use that against me.

Sitting back down in my leather chair, I reapply my take-no-shit executive demeanor and reply truthfully, "Not really, but as you well know, I don't follow conventions that much."

"So, what do you want to look at? Is there something else that you want?"

Now that is a loaded question if I ever heard one.

"Oh, there is something alright. Something that I promised you last night..."


"Really? Care to refresh my memory?"

"Here it is," and that is when I reveal my wrinkled, stained shirt that he so graciously offered to get cleaned for me.


Seeing the confusion briefly flit across his face gave me a bit of satisfaction.

Don't like it very much, do you Twink?

"Oh right," then he slowly reaches over to take the shirt, looking more than a little bit lost. "Umm, is there anything else that I can do for you?"


"There is, but I don't think my boss would appreciate it if we do such things in the office do you?"


"I thought you said that you weren't conventional?" he said skeptically, looking at me with feigned disintrest. Yeah, like I really believe that...


"But I am a realist, and sometimes you have to conform to get what you want. Don't you agree?"


"Look BRIAN," he stressed, his smile disappearing altogether. "I wouldn't mind playing your little mind games, but I had a late night and I am really not in the mood for this weird type of foreplay that you seem so fond of, so why don't we act like the adults we are and leave the innuendos for later."



"If that is the way you want it," I replied, silently letting him know that I didn't believe him for a minute.


"Yes, that is what I want."


"Fine. Now what do you have for me?"


The next hour flew by as we sat discussed the direction of the campaign. It was amazing the innate talent and instinct he seemed to possess. My reservations about bringing the consultants in were slowly diminishing as I worked alongside him, seeing our collective genius come to life infront of us.

As we were putting the finishing touches on the draft, he asked casually, "What are you doing for lunch?"

Smirking, I asked. "Why? Do you think you can make me a better offer?"


Giving me a small version of that sunshine smile, he replies, "Well, I have to know what my competition is."


"An author that was sent by the publishing company that we want to promote. They felt that it would be good if we met a marketing representative along with one of their top authors."


Zipping up his portfolio, he turns back with a strange look on his face, his face gone paler than when he first came in my office. "What's the author's name?"


Giving him a look of my own, I say evenly, "Daniel Hamilton. He writes these cloak-and-dagger novels that take place in queer meccas like Chelsea and Greenwich Village. Have you read anything of his?"


Without answering my question, he slung his case over his shoulder and swiftly walked out my office, leaving me to wonder what in hell just happened.


Before I even had a chance to regroup, Cynthia walks in with a tall, dark-haired, good looking guy in tow. Taking my mind off the blonde twink enigma that just stormed out my door, I pull my mind back to the business at hand.

After Cynthia makes the necessary introductions, I step up and exchanged pleasantries that was used when trying to impress a new client.

"Excuse me Mr. Hamilton, but I was told that there would be a Mr. Ericsson joining us. Where is he?"

Smiling, he explains, "I'm sorry about that. It seems that Perry isn't feeling so well, so I will be the only company you have today. Is that alright?"


"Not a problem in the least," I respond, silently thanking whatever germ knocked Ericsson on his ass. Now, it would be even easier to find out what the connection between him and Justin, without a third party complicating things.


Gathering my coat from the hook near the door, I usher him out the door eager to find out the story behind the mystery that is Justin Taylor.



tbc......


Not quite the hot office action that I know most of you were looking for, but I wanted to give Brian a chance to confuse Justin, seeing how are fave ad exec doesn't react well to not being on 'top' of things, as we all know. I hope that you enjoyed this chappie, and be prepared for Justin to pitch a fit!


Take care


Pleasure Principle

-the only one to follow