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Blue Ecstasy Chapter Three

So here's chapter Three of Blue Ecstasy. I know this chapter's a bit boring but there's all kinds of plot stuff that needed addressing.

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Blue Ecstasy
Chapter Three

Justin woke up again at a little after six and cursed. He’d meant to get a few things done before he headed to Babylon but now he wouldn’t have the chance. He sat up and grabbed his phone. If he didn’t call his mother soon she’d probably send the police looking for him. The idea of the entire force seeing an APB for their newest recruit made him laugh. He called her.


“Hi mom, sorry I haven’t called. Working the night shift.”

“Well, everyone has to start somewhere.”

“I know.”

“Did you get my card?”

“Yes. And you know, I don’t need you to send me cash. I’m fine. I have a job.” Two jobs Justin thought to himself.

“I just wanted to make sure you were covered.”

“And now I’m more than covered.”

“So what’s new?”

Justin gave her a revised and edited version of his life. Leaving out bits like dancing in a cage, and not working actually in the station house, but at a club. Other than that, there was full disclosure.



“You can’t sleep with your partner.”

“Um… too late?”


“It’s not like that, mom. He’s not looking for anything. I’m not looking for anything.”

“Well, be careful.”

“Always am.”

He heard his mother sigh and chose to ignore it.

He spent about half an hour online and ordered some bookcases. Eventually he had to get all of his stuff off of the floor and his bed. He showered quickly and headed to Babylon.

He was a little early, and wandering around a bit aimlessly when Gary called to him from the catwalk. “Taylor, c’mere.”

He followed Gary into his office. It was a dark and unadorned place with little more than a sofa, desk and filing cabinet. not the way TV shows portray drug dealer’s Justin thought to himself.

“You doing okay?”

Justin nodded. “I think so.”

“You making enough money? You’re not really in the high traffic areas.”

“I like my spot. I get to people watch.”

“You’re not here for your own amusement.”

“I know, I’m here for theirs.”

“If you want to amuse them a little more personally…”

Justin shook his head at Gary’s leer.

“Well, if you change your mind.”

“I might, you never know.”

Justin left and as the lights went down and customers began to enter and head towards the bar Justin changed into his costume and took his place above the crowd. It was easier this way. He had a better view of the club. He watched as bartenders passed customers change back to them, with something hidden underneath the rumpled dollar bills. He watched the other dancers sharing a little chemical energy. He watched Brian try not to stare at him. He knew he was missing something. He could feel it, he just didn’t know where he should be looking.

When he went back to Brian’s that night he felt a small twinge of anxiety. Things had changed last night. He hadn’t told his mother about it. He didn’t want to talk about it. But they wouldn’t be fucking anymore. He missed it already but then again… not last night, not with someone who, he realized, didn’t even really know him. He thought it might be best if he followed his mother’s sound advice and didn’t fuck anyone for a while. That thought bothered him too and he’d decided that maybe just getting his needs met at a bathhouse wouldn’t count.


After Horvath called Justin and ensured his compliance Brian had tried to casually question his boss about his new partner. His boss, the detective, recognized the cloaked interrogation methods and told him, in no uncertain terms, with language that he either picked up from longshoremen, or Debbie, that he was to leave the kid’s history where it belonged… in the past.

Brian agreed. And when Horvath left for the day he sat down in front of the man’s computer and logged into the unit’s personnel records.

Taylor, Justin

DOB 03 – 12 – 1982

Address: 2207 Humber Way
Pittsburgh PA 15219

Date Of Hire: 04 – 09 – 2006

Date Of Termination: TBD

Brian scrolled down the page.





Brian read down the sheet. 38 separate complaints over the course of three months, and then an IAD report on a complaint filed by someone else involving Justin. Harassment, assault, battery, endangering an officer. Brian scanned the report.

Assault? Battery? he scrolled down further and found the pictures of the damage. His anger was building. So apparently, Pitcairn PD weren’t happy to have a fag on their force. He printed the report and closed out the file. Horvath should have told him. Justin should have told him. He checked his watch, almost eight.

Brian went home and changed into black jeans and a sleeveless shirt. He checked his hair, changed his shirt. Checked his hair again, changed his shirt a third time and then headed towards Babylon.

His eyes followed Justin as he walked out of The Sap’s office. He looked pensive. Brian wanted to yank him out of the building and ask him about what he’d read. He didn’t. He just watched. Justin disappeared and then took his place above the crowd to dance. Brian was unable to take his eyes off of him. It was Friday, the place was filling up and offers were being made, and declined. It shouldn’t make a difference, but it did. After what happened last night, and what he’d learned today, he was less and less comfortable with Justin’s employment by Gary, with Justin’s need to control things, (although he now understood it), and with Justin going back to working as a beat cop with the assholes on the Pittsburgh PD. Brian was suddenly beginning to realize that the kid was fucked… or maybe that was him.


Brian left the club at a little after two. He tried to busy himself until Justin showed up. He heard the knock on the door at a little before three. Surprised, this was early for Justin, he opened the door.

“I’m fine. Going home. Tired.”

“Wait, can we…”



Justin looked confused. “About what? I didn’t find anything out tonight. The bartenders are definitely dealing, beyond that. I know exactly nothing.”

“But you talked to Gary?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to get him to offer me a chance to work one of his parties. I think one or two more days and he’ll ask.”

Brian’s brow furrowed. “You’re going to…”

“Stand around, look pretty.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“Well, he’ll want more, he’s not getting it.”

Brian had about three hundred things he wanted to ask. He was as surprised as Justin when his next question was; “you get the stuff off your bed?”

Justin shook his head. “Not yet. Busy. I’m going home.”

“You can stay.”

“No, I can’t.”


“Brian, we don’t mean anything to each other. We’re partners. You’re hot. We fucked. If I stay, then what? I need to go home.”

“You’re working tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I have Sunday off.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Justin nodded and Brian wanted to move forward, to touch him. He realized they hadn’t touched since he’d fucked up. He’d covered Justin’s mouth and… one little gesture, easily overlooked but the reaction was clear. He’d fucked up.

Brian heard the door close. Justin was gone.


Fucker. I refuse to feel guilty because I’m not fucking him anymore. He’s hot. I’d happily fuck him again except… he’s my partner, he’s a control freak, he doesn’t fucking know me. That’s the problem. Too much, too soon. And the control freak thing. Whatever. Now we’re just partners. I get home and there’s a package on my doorstep. It’s from my mother… curtains.

She sent me vinyl-backed curtains. Good. I can go back to sleep after I hang them.

But once they’re up, and the room is dark I’m not tired. I move to the living room. The sofa is not my style but then, neither are the curtains. I don’t spend enough time here awake to care. When I do, I’ll change them. In the meantime, I’m perfectly happy with my mother’s cast offs. I curl up in the corner of the sofa and flip through the channels. I must have fallen asleep before I found anything I like.

I remember turning the TV off and going back to sleep. By the time I wake up again it’s almost three in the afternoon and I’m running late…again. I remind myself to buy an alarm clock for the living room if I’m going to end up falling asleep on the sofa.


This time I invite myself to Gary’s office. An air of desperation will hopefully wrangle me that offer.

I play all the cards I’ve got in my hand. I bat my eyes. I do the near tears thing. I explain about utility deposits and new phone activation fees. He makes a move for my pants and I back away a little and explain that our relationship is professional and I don’t want to mess that up. It’s a good line. I should have said that to Brian. What did I say to Brian? I think it was “now would be a good time to fuck me”. He seems to get what I’m saying. Can’t let him think I’m against anyone touching me. That would be… well, counterproductive. He asks me to work a party he’s throwing on Monday night, my day off. I’ll put the shelves together some other day. I need to get into Gary’s place and see what I can find out.

Brian’s here. No surprise. I’m watching, as the traffic seems to move in small concentric circles. Groups of people that might not be distinguishable at close range become clearly delineated from where I am. After my break Gary moves me to a perch closer to the action. I watch everything. I wish I could take notes. I’m wearing orange spandex shorts, barely more than briefs. I've got rainbow wings attached to my arms so they flow when I move. I think I might be noticed taking notes. I mentally categorize everything. Brian’s dancing with a guy who’s taller than he is. I’ve watched him dance with a lot of guys. I have no idea why he picked me up last week. I’m not his type at all.

The guy moves on and Brian dances with the guy he was hanging out with the first night I worked here… Michael. He’s Horvath’s stepson, Debbie’s son, Brian’s best friend. He’s going to blow my cover when he finds out. He’s as subtle as a chainsaw. I’ve never seen anyone telegraph their feelings the way he does. He’s in love with Brian. I wish them both luck.

There’s a commotion and I look towards it. About ten feet away the guy Brian had been dancing with keels over. He’s on his side, shaking, or maybe convulsing. Brian moves towards him and a couple of bouncers take notice and haul the guy off the floor. Brian looks at me and then follows the bouncers. The guy didn’t look good. He looked dead. Even under the pink and orange lights, he looked blue.


Brian helped them until the EMTs came. He gave them what information he had, very little, and then headed back out to the dance floor. The music hadn’t stopped and the press of hot bodies didn’t seem to have lessened. Brian tried to read Justin’s expression but the blond just kept dancing and didn’t seem to have been affected.

He left at two, not sure when he could expect Justin. He was sure that he’d get the same cold reaction he’d gotten yesterday.


Justin almost raced out of Babylon. Gary was gone for the evening and none of the bartenders were willing to share information. They’d been chatty before. Now they seemed to have closed ranks. The other dancers didn’t seem phased.

Two guys had died at Pistol over the week and four teenagers had been found dead in the Squirrel Hill area, their tox screens positive for MDMA.

He knocked on Brian’s door.

“You okay?”

Justin nodded. “Fine. You?”


“What happened?”

“Fuck if I know. He crashed.”

“Is he…?”

Brian nodded. “He was dead before the EMTs got there. Whatever’s doing this is doing it quickly. We’re looking for the wrong thing.”

“We are?”

“Overdoses don’t work that fast. It’s not what they’re cutting it with.”

“So what is it?”

“I have no idea. We have to go over the coroner’s reports again. We’re missing something.”

“You have them here?”

Brian shook his head. Can’t access them from my home computer.

“Print them tomorrow, we’ll go over them before dinner.”

Brian nodded. “You see anything?”

“No. But I got The Sap to invite me to his party.”

“It’s not The Sap.”

“He’s involved.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“We’re back to this?”

“I never moved away from this.”

“I’m going…”

Brian’s head leaned in until he and Justin were sharing breath. “I want to kiss you.”

Justin had steeled himself for the controlling manhandling he’d expected from Brian. A bruising kiss, a searing touch, and then he was just supposed to roll over. He hadn’t prepared himself for that simple statement. He had no reply. He tilted his head back and let his own hand snake its way behind Brian’s head, pulling him in and delivering the searing kiss he’d been expecting.

Brian was relieved. He hadn’t expected to ask permission, but he had. Worse, he was afraid he’d be denied. He hadn’t been. Justin’s mouth was on his. Justin’s teeth were nibbling at his bottom lip now. Justin was backing him towards the bed. Brian let himself be led.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Being a twat yesterday.”

“Sorry’s bullshit.”

“Not if you mean it.”

“You had a good reason to be.”

Justin was laying on top of Brian now, both still fully clothed. “I did?”

Brian nodded and then realized he wasn’t supposed to know what he knew. “I was being a controlling asshole.”

Justin laughed and kissed him. “You were. Don’t do that.”

“I’ll try.”

Justin ground his groin against Brian’s, “try hard.”

“Hard is easy.”

“You’re easy.”

Brian pulled his head back from the kiss. “Excuse me.”

“Please. I’ve had you how many times now?” Justin snapped his fingers. “Easy.”

Brian laughed. “Maybe. But so are you.”

Justin laughed too and the feeling of Brian’s arms around his lower back, and Brian’s chest moving with the effort of laughter felt good. Justin was tugging at Brian’s shirt. “This needs to come off.”

“Back to being demanding.”

“Didn’t know I’d stopped.”

“Don’t stop. You have a right to ask for what you want.” Brian smoothed Justin’s hair back from his face in what might be described as a caress

Justin rolled off of Brian in order to allow him a better angle from which to remove Brian’s pants. “No shit. How can I get what I want if I don’t ask?”

Justin’s fingers were working the button on Brian’s. Brian bit his bottom lip. Justin sighed. “Look, I’ve got a control issue, I would think, you, of all people, would get that. Now could you please stop thinking about what I don’t like and start paying really close attention to what I do?”

Brian nodded and Justin was moving Brian’s jeans over his hips. “I like the way you smell.”

Brian’s sat up a little as he pulled his shirt over his head. Justin stood up between Brian’s knees, which were now hanging off the edge of the bed frame. He dropped his pants. “I like the way your eyes get dark when I’m naked.”

Brian’s hands reached out towards Justin. He didn’t touch him. Justin took a step forward and leaned his head back a little. “I love the way it feels when your hands are on my waist and your mouth is on my neck.”

Brian’s mouth found Justin’s neck.

Brian wanted to move, to pull Justin forward, but he was hesitant. He waited.

“I love it when you stroke my cock.”

The words were delicious the feeling was unbelievable. He wrapped his hands around Justin’s shaft and stroked slowly.

Justin moved forward until his hands were around Brian’s head holding his mouth to his chest. “I love it when your tongue plays with my nipple ring.”

Brian’s face brushed against Justin’s chest as he found and worried the silver ring and the nub to which it was attached.

Justin’s hands moved from Brian’s head to his shoulders and pushed him backwards. He wrapped his arms around Brian and rolled them until Justin was on his back and Brian was on top of him, his mouth still working Justin’s nipples. His hands following the line of his waist and hips. Justin used his foot as leverage against the mattress and pushed his body back up onto the bed. Brian’s body followed as if attached by the mouth to Justin’s nipple.

“Brian, Christ, you’re good at this.”

Brian smiled and fought back the strong urge to move lower. He could feel Justin’s cock, leaking and hard. He moved his hand to touch it but then felt Justin’s fingers in his hair and a pressure on his head. He moved his mouth lower, tracing his sternum.

“I love it when your mouth is on me.”

Brian moved lower licking at Justin’s cock. Moving to his balls and pressing on the spot just behind them.

He felt Justin’s legs spread further apart. “I love it when your tongue is inside me.”

Brian’s hands moved cautiously to Justin’s ass, spreading his cheeks and licking softly at his hole.

He felt Justin’s body respond and flicked his tongue repeatedly over his hole until it was wet and ready and then he pushed his tongue in. Justin angled towards him, opening up to him and Brian’s relief was disconcerting so he ignored it and concentrated on holding Justin open and alternatingly fucking and licking at him until he could feel the tension in Justin’s body begin to build. Brian wanted to fuck him, thought Justin might be ready, wasn’t sure. Justin’s hands were on Brian’s, pulling at them, pulling Brian up until they were kissing again.

Brian was lost in the kiss. He wanted more but he’d wait. He’d tried to take control; the results had been less than satisfactory to either of them. He kept kissing the blond whose body was showing every sign of being ready. Brian still held off. His hands stroking, and reveling in the feel of soft flesh.

He pulled his head back a little. Justin’s eyes were narrow and his skin was flushed. “I love it when your cock is inside me. Filling me.”

Brian moved for a condom and lube and as he did Justin rolled over. Brian wanted him on his back, wanted to be able to see his face. He risked it. “I love watching you come when I fuck you.”

Justin rolled over again, his legs wrapped around Brian’s waist. Brian moved slowly, inching into Justin, taking him carefully. Justin curved his body to take more. “I love it when you fuck me like I’m not some little china doll.”

Brian smiled and began to pound into him. He watched as Justin tucked his chin down against his chest and then leaned in and kissed him again. His hands were around Justin’s back now. Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck. “I love it when you fuck me.”

Brian moved harder. Justin bit down on his bottom lip. Brian pulled out almost all the way and then drove back in. Justin grunted and smiled. Brian was holding off. He wanted to see Justin come. He wanted Justin to come while he was still inside him. He slowed down, moving his hand between them to stroke Justin to orgasm, inside and out. Justin grunted and then moved his body to grant Brian access to all of him. “I love it when you come inside me.”

It was all Brian needed to hear. He let go. His orgasm rippling through him. He felt Justin’s shudder and vibrate out of him and into his hand. Brian was about to pull off of Justin but Justin’s arms were around him. “I love it when you stay inside me.”

Brian let his head fall into the crook of Justin's neck. He felt Justin’s fingers carding through his hair and sighed against the smooth pale skin. They both fell asleep.

Almost an hour later Brian woke up removed the condom and rolled off of Justin’s body. Justin woke up and yawned.



“I fell asleep. I should go.”

“We’ve got work to do tomorrow. You can stay.”

Justin nodded and rolled onto his side. He fell asleep.

Somewhere around noon Brian woke up. He used the bathroom and started coffee. He had to go into the station to get the coroner’s information. He drank the coffee quickly and pulled on a pair of jeans.

He was back within an hour and Justin was still asleep. He poured him some coffee and sat down on the side of the bed. Justin woke up and smiled, taking a large gulp of the strong brew. He closed his eyes and Brian wasn’t sure which gave Justin more pleasure, orgasms or strong coffee. He liked to think it was the orgasms. The look on Justin’s face made him hesitant to bet on it.

When Justin put the coffee down Brian leaned in to kiss him.

Justin sighed. “You know, the scheduling thing might really become an issue soon.”

Brian shook his head. “I’m working the night shift now we’re synced.”

“Hardly, but our schedules are closer.”

“It’s a start.”

Justin nodded. “You should go get those reports.”

Brian waved the sheaf of papers at Justin. “Right here.”

“Anything interesting?”

I haven’t really had a chance to look at them.

Justin stood up and pulled on his jeans. He took his coffee and moved to the sofa. “Give ‘em to me.”

Brian handed the papers to Justin and poured himself another cup of coffee.


Justin started leafing through the reports but he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Brian was watching him with a bemused expression. “Do you even know what you’re looking at?”

“Sure, coroner’s reports.”

“Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Um…” Justin dropped the papers and took another gulp of his coffee. “No clue.” Can I shower?”

“Can I join you?”

Justin smiled and headed towards the bathroom. Brian followed. When they were clean, and once again acquainted with the feel of the other’s cock in their mouth they returned to the sofa and the papers. Brian scanned them carefully.

“They were all positive for MDMA, but why is it only killing some of them?”

“The tox reports don’t find anything else out of the ordinary? No other drugs, no opiates or poisons?”

Brian shook his head. “Trace amounts of bullshit. A lot of high THC levels, but nothing that would kill someone.”

Justin yawned. “I should get home. I’ve got to change before we go to Horvath’s. What time are we supposed to be there?”

“Six. Be back here by five.”

“Brian, it’s four now. I’m not racing there just to race back here.”

“Then wear what you’re wearing.”

Justin looked down at his faded corduroys; he glanced over at his silver and white t-shirt currently in a heap on the floor. “Don’t think so. I’ll meet you there.”

Brian sighed. “I’m not getting anywhere with these, and it’ll be faster if I drive you.”

“I can’t be seen with you.”

“Duck.” Brian smirked.

“Fuck off, I’m not blowing you in your Jeep.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s against the law.”

“It is?”

“Probably. Everything fun seems to be. Look, take me to my place, I’ll change. Then we can go straight to dinner.”

Brian nodded.

Justin smiled. “That gives you…” he looked at his watch. Forty seven minutes to fuck me.”

Brian faked reluctance, for about three seconds.


Brian headed towards Justin’s apartment. After a sharp left and a hard right he realized Justin was glaring at him.


“You’re heading towards my place.”

“Isn’t that where we’re going.”?

“I didn’t tell you where it was.”

“Oh. Right… um, right or left?”


“I might have checked your driver’s license.”

“It still has my old address on it.”

“Oh, then I’m probably taking you to Pitcairn.”


“Justin, I saw your basic information. I know you live on Humber. Okay?”

“No. Why were you reading my file?”

“Why would I?”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

Brian pulled up to the apartment complex. “This is it right?”

Justin undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. “Stay here, I’ll be right down.”

Brian nodded, unbuckled his own seatbelt and followed him.”


“Justin, we could have the argument and then I’ll go up with you, or we could just skip the argument.”

Justin took the steps. Brian followed. Justin unlocked the door and Brian noted that he didn’t have a deadbolt.

“You should have a deadbolt.”

“You should adopt a child from a third world country.”


“The worrying thing. I don’t need another parent. I’m an officer of the law Brian, I can take care of myself.”

“You’re an officer of the law. You should know better than to have inadequate locks on your doors, especially in this neighborhood.”

“There’s nothing wrong with this neighborhood.”

Brian was about to say something else when finally took a real notice of his surroundings. “ You’re very neat.”

Justin was rummaging through a duffel bag. “Fuck off. I haven’t had time to unpack anything yet.” He found a pair of jeans that looked clean. He moved to a suitcase to find a shirt that wouldn’t need ironing.

Brian wandered around the place with an air of distaste. It was a box. Living room, galley kitchen. A good-sized bedroom with a dresser, ugly drapes and… the kid wasn’t lying… a bed covered in books.



“There are books all over your bed.”


“I thought you were…”

“I thought you were gonna adopt a child from Namibia.”

Justin finished shaving and came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a deep burgundy button down shirt and jeans. He pushed his wallet into his back pocket and grabbed his keys. “Let’s go.”

Justin walked out and locked the door behind them.


They got in the car and Brian wasn’t sure what to say. He’d never really seen Justin in his own adult clothes before. He wanted to take them off of him. Now. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks. So, who’s going to be there?”

“Debbie and Carl, their son Michael, I’ve mentioned him, a couple of our friends. Ted, my accountant, and Emmett… he was at Babylon with Michael.”

Justin nodded. “Wait, your accountant comes to dinner at Horvath’s?”

“Debbie’s but yes. He’s a friend.”

“And your accountant.”

Brian sighed. “Ask what you want to know.”

“Are you on the take?”

Brian laughed. “Direct.”

“Are you?”


“So how can you afford your place and your clothes? You can’t make that much more than I do.”

“I have my resources.”

Justin shook his head. “You’re not going to tell me are you?”


“Fine. So…”

They were at a red light. Brian pulled Justin towards him for a kiss.

Justin smiled. “What was that for?”

Brian shrugged. “Felt like it.”

When they got to Debbie’s Brian couldn’t tell who was more nervous but he hoped it was Justin. There was no reason for him to be nervous. They opened the door and Debbie descended on them.


Justin found himself being clucked over by a very colorful redhead. Horvath was standing next to her. “Deb, leave the kid alone.”

Brian steered him towards the living room and scooped Gus off of Lindsay’s lap. “Hey sonny-boy.”

Justin looked over and was not sure what to do with the image of the Brian he knew standing and holding a child who couldn’t be more than a few months old.

“Brian, are you going to introduce us?” The blonde woman was smirking at Brian, a petite brunette sitting on the edge of the chair.

“Mel, Lindsay, this is my new partner, Justin. Justin, this is Melanie, and Lindsay.”

Justin moved toward Brian. “Cute kid.”

“Thanks.” They all said in unison.

Justin looked at Brian. “Your kid?”

Brian shrugged. “Their kid. I’m just the sperm donor.”

“Your kid.”

Brian nodded and handed Gus back to Lindsay. He turned his attention to Michael and Justin sat down. “His kid?” He looked at Melanie who was smiling at Lindsay. “Our child.”

Justin nodded. They were raising him, he got that… Brian loved his son, he got that too.

Eventually they were all called to dinner and Debbie began the interrogation.

Justin wasn’t sure what she was worried about. He tried to steer the topic to anything other than himself but it didn’t work. Debbie made sure she knew his age, his mother’s involvement in his life, his mother’s involvement in PFLAG, his address, his blood type, his waist size, and would not have been surprised if she’d asked for his cock size too.

“So you and Brian.”

Justin nodded. “We’re working together.”

“More than work I’d bet.” She let out a laugh and Justin bit his lip.

“Nope, nothing more than work. That’s all we do.”

Debbie clearly didn’t believe him. Horvath looked like he very much wanted to believe him.

“You got any leads?”

“You dance at Babylon!”

Justin looked up to see Michael finally recognize where he’d seen him before.

“Shhhh. I’m not supposed to moonlight, don’t tell my boss.”

Brian laughed.

“You dance at Babylon.”

“I should start going to Babylon again.” Ted said as he lifted a fork to his mouth.

Emmett was sitting near him and ran a hand through Justin’s hair. Justin moved his head away.

“Why are you dancing at Babylon?”

“Mikey, let it go. We’re working on something.”

“Is he scoping out the fresh meat for you?”

“I don’t need an assistant.”

“How’s it going?” Horvath interjected.

Justin was grateful to be back on comfortable ground. “Someone died last night.”


“That was the guy’s name?”

Emmett nodded. “I um… met him once.”

“You fucked him.” Deb clarified.

“He was nice. It’s a shame what happened.”

“Well, we’re trying to figure it out.” Horvath added.

“Not soon enough for me.”

Horvath looked at Debbie. “I’m doing what I can.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Brian added.

After dessert Brian went out for a cigarette. Justin joined him.

“Your family’s.”


“I was going to say nice. Why are you always such an asshole?”

“Part of my charm?”

“Believe me when I say, NO.”

“I always believe you when you say no.”



“What’s wrong?”


“I didn’t mean anything by the adopting a child. I didn’t know you had a son.”

“I didn’t tell you.”

“Well, yeah, but…”



“Let it go. It’s not about Gus.”

“Then what?”

“Nothing. I just wanted a cigarette.”

“Okay. We should get going. I need sleep. I’m working The Sap’s party tomorrow and I have some shit to do at home.”


“Fuck off, we can’t all have mysterious incomes and a maid service.”

“Justin, you can’t sleep in that bed.”

“I can. I do. It’s my bed.”


“Brian. Just take me home.”

Brian nodded and they said their goodbyes.

On the ride home Brian tried to find a way to say something about Justin working the party. Justin was a cop. He was a fully-grown man. He was about to get himself into a shit load of trouble. Brian dropped Justin off in front of his building. “Call me before you leave. If you’re going. And if you go, check in when you’re done.”

“I’ll call you when I get home. I am going.”

“Check in.”

“Calling is checking in.”

“Justin. Check in.”

“There’s that ordering me around thing again, I thought we talked about this.”

Justin walked into the building and noticed that Brian didn’t drive away until he was inside the elevator. He closed his eyes and tried to figure out how to get Brian to back off… and wondered how much of his file he’d read… how much information had transferred from Pitcairn. How much Brian knew.

Once he got upstairs he wasn’t tired. He pulled one of the books from the pile on his bed and read until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

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