Pairing: Justin and Brian
Words: humiliating; threesome; endeavour; dice
Justin pulled the knitted cap down lower over his head and knocked back his drink. He couldn't avoid being recognized, even at a bar, by those people who made it their lives' business to stalk celebrities for fun and profit, but he could make it perfectly clear that he was trying to be inconspicuous.
Leave me alone, he thought as he felt someone come up behind him. He was unhappy to the point of smashing something, and he couldn't put on the fake smile and faker personality right now.
"For what it's worth," the person began, and Justin knew he didn't have a hope in hell of getting his prayer answered. That's why they put you in hell. "I don't think Nick set out looking for a threesome."
Justin looked around. No one seemed to be paying attention to them. He scowled anyway. "Can you just shut up? Go away."
Brian sat down next to him. "Are you sure you want to be alone right now?"
"Yes." He wanted to get drunk and drown out the anger and the misery, so that in the morning, or afternoon, after the only thing he would be feeling was a familiar misery in his gut, not his heart.
"Okay. I just... I'm sorry. If I'd had any idea Nick would do that, I would have said something. Stopped him. Our relationship -- we're not like that, or I didn't think we were, and he shouldn't have done that to either of us. You have to understand, it was a shock to me to hear Nick asking you to be. Well, you know. It must have been humiliating for you--"
"I said, shut up. You don't know anything." He didn't look up from his hands wrapped around his shot glass, but he could still feel Brian looking at him sympathetically. Sympathetically. Like he was some puppy in need of comfort, instead of an internationally known pop star who could get anyone he wanted, except fucking Nick Carter, and he could have him too if he didn't mind that what Nick really wanted was to fuck him while his boyfriend watched.
"Yeah, well. Is there someone I could call?"
Justin shook his head, then changed his mind. He hadn't called anyone to come with, because he thought he'd be going to Nick's, not out to drink. If he'd planned this, Lonnie or one of the other guys would be here, and he'd have someone to drive him home. As it was, he was going to have to get a cab, and he wasn't sure he had enough cash or that he had enough braincells left to find a cab that would take a credit card. "I need a ride home."
"Who do you want me to call?"
There really wasn't anyone. He couldn't yank any of his non-sync friends out of bed for a crisis like this, not without an explanation of the endeavor that had gotten him here, and that wouldn't be a good idea. No. And Joey was in New York, Lance in Russia, JC out on his boat, and Chris in Europe. Which left the people he paid to take care of his shit, and right now, he didn't really feel like being the fecal matter they wiped up and disposed of because they had to. "I don't want to call anyone."
"I don't think you should be driving."
"Yeah, I know that." He wasn't stupid. "Can you take me? It's not that far," Justin added.
Brian nodded. "Sure. Let's go."
Justin wasn't through drinking, but he had alcohol at home, too. Stopping here had been an impulse. See bar, get smashed. Not the brightest of impulses, but then, impulses seldom were. He was having another one now.
He let Brian lead him to the other man's car, and got in. Snickered a little at the pink fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror, because, dude.
Brian shook his head. "AJ got them for me. Don't ask."
"Wasn't going to."
"Good."
Justin lounged in his seat, watching Brian, who was oddly quiet, considering he'd been asking questions at the bar. The drive was silent, except when Justin gave Brian directions.
When they stopped in front of his house, Brian turned off the engine. Justin put a hand on his thigh.
"I don't really think this is a good idea, Justin."
"I don't care." And leaned across the seat and kissed him.
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