D/C: NOT MINE!

A/N: Okay, okay. I know you're all probably sick of seeing my name but I started watching the first series again … because it's my favourite! =D And I realised that, for a guy who's suddenly broken his one-fuck only policy with a high school kid; his friends don't seem to have anything to say about it. In fact, when Ted and Emmett are in Woody's taunting Michael about having a 'boyfriend' because he and Dickhead Dave had been on two dates I'd thought they were talking to Brian. But no, Brian went along ungossiped about … or did he? I like to think not … here it is!

"Soooo," Emmett chimed, pushing himself into the booth at the diner. "Just what is going on?" His eyes were bright, just like they always were when there was a particularly interesting bit of gossip flying around Liberty Avenue. But this time it was better than ever and he fidgeted in his seat like a child on Christmas morning.

"Sit still," whinged Ted, as he got elbowed in the ribs for the umpteenth time, "I'm sure Michael will tell us."

"Michael won't tell us," Michael sulked. "Because I don't know. Every time I ask about him, he just fobs me off with obvious answers or changes the subject."

"Obvious answers?" Emmett questioned, leaning forward.

"Like I ask him what the kid's doing at his place."

"Again," Emmett chimed in gleefully.

"And he just says 'fucking'."

"Again," Emmett giggled.

"If I ask him why he keeps fucking him he just changes the conversation or says something like 'I've always been a big fan of convenience; stores, food, fucks'!"

"So I guess the baths just isn't convenient enough for him anymore," Ted scorned. "Didn't he buy the flat just so he'd be somewhere near that place?"

"Exactly. So it doesn't make any sense," Michael said. "I mean, he had a one fuck only policy and he's never broken it before. So why now? Why him? Why not…"

"You?" Emmett finished for him.

Michael blushed but he didn't try to deny the accusation.

"Honey," Emmett continued, "if I were you I'd be grateful it isn't you. What must that poor boy be going through? Being strung along by Brian like that, he doesn't know if he's coming or going."

"Oh, I'd say he's definitely coming," Ted smirked, "a lot if the rumours about Brian Kinney are true."

Emmett chucked a little, "I meant are they a couple or…?"

"He's not his lover, he's not his boyfriend, he's not even his friend," Michael quoted his best friend miserably. "He's nothing to him."

"Wow," Emmett whistled. "'The faggot doth protest too much' . He must actually like this kid."

"Will you shut up?" Michael moaned. "He doesn't like the kid. It's just…"

"Fucking?" Emmett asked.

"Exactly," Michael nodded.

"Except," Emmett smiled, "it's more than two weeks and they're still fucking."

"It's virtually a long term-relationship," Ted agreed.

"It's not a long-term relationship," Michael stated firmly. "It's not even a short-term relationship. Brian doesn't do relationships."

"He also doesn't do repeats," Emmett pointed out happily, "and he doesn't do inexperienced twinks, so…" Emmett looked like he was going to explode with excitement, "why this kid?"

"Maybe Brian's going to train him up to be his very own sex slave," Ted said and he almost sounded jealous. "He could just pull him out from under the bed whenever he couldn't be bothered to walk as far as the baths."

"I think he likes him," Emmett beamed triumphantly, "and, being the emotionally stunted asshole that he his, he doesn't know how to deal with it. And it must be embarrassing to be a hot stud who fucks once with no strings attached and then suddenly one day feel like you can't keep away from a seventeen year old, inexperienced high-school kid."

"It's not that Brian can't keep away from him, it's that the kid won't leave him alone," Michael insisted.

"The trick that never went away," Ted said grandly. "Maybe they'll make into a movie."

"Please, middle America has no interest in the lives of us silly fagots," Emmett sighed.

"Not even the story of a the man who didn't believe in feelings, who was taught to love by a young, innocent boy."

"I think you listen to too many opera's," Michael scorned. "It's not like that, you know what Brian's like. He'll get bored soon and he'll move on. He can't commit to anything, not even a convenient fuck buddy."

Just at that moment, Brian strolled arrogantly into the diner with Justin hot on his heals. He ordered a latte at the counter and then walked over to the boys, leaving Justin rattling of a breakfast order including a bagel, an apple and a bacon roll.

"Him again?" Emmett smiled knowingly.

Brian just shrugged. "The crowd at Babylon wasn't too hot last night."

"Uh-huh," Emmett smirked.

"Why is he still with you now?" Michael asked in confusion and then it became obvious as Justin turned around to reveal his St James Academy Uniform. "You're taking him to school," Michael answered himself.

"And you're having a conversation with yourself, Mikey" Brian smirked. "Do you know how crazy you sound right now?"

"More crazy than a thirty year old taking last night's fuck to school in the morning?"

"Twenty-nine," Brian said firmly. "And how the fuck else is he gonna get there?"

"It's not something you usually worry about," Michael pointed out. "Once your done with a trick, that's the end of it. You've never given a trick a ride anywhere before."

"Well that's because most of them know to be out of my place before I leave for work. But not this little twot, he sticks around."

"Only because you don't kick him out like you do all the others."

Luckily for Brian, it was at that point that Justin bounded over. The kid truly had impeccable timing … in all aspects of life.

"Hey," he beamed around the table.

"Hi baby," Emmett smiled back, Ted gave him a polite smile. Michael said nothing.

"You ready to go?" Brian asked the kid.

"Uh-huh," Justin grinned, lifting up the greasy bacon roll he was eating.

"Come on then," Brian muttered pushing Justin in the direction of the exit. "And if you drip even one droplet of grease on my jeep I'll tie a knot in your dick."

Justin shuddered a little, "ow. Sounds painful."

"It will be." And then he turned to the table, "see you at Woody's later."

"Yeah, see you there," Justin chimed in as they walked away across the diner.

"Why did you say that?" Brian demanded. "You won't be there."

"Why not? It's a free country, if I want to go to a bar that's my business."

"You're seventeen. That makes it the law's business too," he answered and then the door shut behind them.

It was barely half a second before Emmett let out a woop and clapped loudly.

"Brian Kinney is smitten."

"He's not smitten," Michael insisted. "He's just…"

"What?" Emmett pushed.

"I don't know," Michael admitted. "He's just not being himself. He'll snap out of it soon and everything will return to normal."

Emmett and Ted shared a look. Poor Michael, he was still deluding himself with fantasies that he and Brian might still get together, when everyone on Liberty Avenue could see that there was something different about this kid, something that kept drawing Brian towards him despite proclaiming loudly that he was trying to get rid of the twink. They knew better. After all, this wasn't the first time Brian had had to deal with an over enthusiastic trick believing he was more than a one-night stand before but this was the first time he'd dealt with it by fucking the trick again … and again. And again. This was different, Emmett, Ted, Michael, Brian, they all knew it. Even if half of the group were unwilling to admit it.