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“Brian, I just don’t think it’s fair to Justin what you’re doing.” Michael said. Brian rolled his eyes.
“Justin likes all the things I do to him,” He chimed, not sparing much attention to Michael and instead picking apart his sandwich. They must have a new cook in Liberty Diner because his sandwich had mayo on it. Brian pushed it to the side.
“Be serious, Brian.” Michael replied. “Maybe before the head injury it was fine to be living like you do-“
”How do I live, Michael?” Brian smirked.
“- but is it really fair to Justin to keep running around picking up men all the time? Does he even remember the orgies you throw?”
“As long as he enjoys it in the moment, what does it matter?”
”I don’t know! Doesn’t it feel weird, like you’re pushing him into it? I really doubt Justin would be doing all the crazy shit you do if you weren’t around.” Michael threw back.
Brian purposefully chose not to open that bag of worms. Brian hadn’t quite figured out why their friends saw Justin as the bastion of purity and monogamy and him apparently as the devil perched upon Justin’s shoulder. He supposed it might be that Justin didn’t hide his affection towards Brian.
Justin didn’t really mask his hook ups either, but unlike Brian he typically preyed upon the PIFA campus which their friends didn’t seem to tread. Out of sight, out of mind, Brian supposed. Not that Justin didn’t hook up at Babylon either, but usually only when Brian was picking up a treat for the two of them to share or they were in the back room together.
Brian didn’t really blame him, there were plenty of young, hot men to fuck at PIFA. Brian would have done the same except he was not willing to skulk around a college campus for lays. He had done his time at college and wasn’t returning, even when Justin set up wonderful orgies with college seniors. Nope, it made Brian feel too old. He set up his own orgies instead in which only one college student was invited to (actually Randall came to the last one he hosted, which was weird but Brian would maintain he didn’t invite him so he was still in the clear).
“Brian, are you even listening?” Michael interrupted his thoughts.
“No.” Brian readily admitted.
”You’re so frustrating. I don’t know how Justin deals with you.” Michael groaned.
“It likely helps he forgets most of what I do to piss him off.” Brian murmured. He checked his watch. Justin should be arriving at the diner soon. If he wasn’t there in the next 5 minutes Brian would give him a call to see if he was wandering somewhere random. It hadn’t seemed like a bad day for Justin when he left the house, but sometimes the forgetfulness came on as time passed, or was triggered.
“Even if he might not remember anything, I really think Justin would like to be monogamous. Or at least have you cut back?” Micheal suggested. Brian considered how that would even work considering Justin couldn’t even remember he wasn’t supposed to kiss tricks on the mouth. It was a frequently broken rule, at least from Justin’s end.
“Hmmm…” Brian replied, noncommittally. His gaze caught on the figure approaching the diner. Justin. At the same time, Ben approached from the opposite direction. Brian laughed as he clocked the exact moment Justin saw Ben. His walk slid into something a bit more slinky, seductive. Yep, Justin didn’t remember Ben today. They entered the diner at the same time.
“Yeah, I think he really wants to be monogamous,” Brian intoned, timing his remark perfectly for when Ben and Justin came into earshot.
“I think I could do with a reminder of how I know you,” Justin was sliding his hand down Ben’s bicep, eyes smoldering. They were clearly mid conversation, Ben giving Michael an awkward expression.
“Ah, you don’t know me like that!” Ben tried to fend Justin off, putting his hands up guiltily.
“Sounds like a missed opportunity,” Justin bit his lip, eyes skating down Ben’s body.
“Justin!” Michael screeched. Brian started laughing. ”That is my boyfriend!”
Justin stared at him for a moment, then back at Ben.
“Really!?” He was obviously shocked. “Well damn, Michael. Nice catch.” He pursed his lips and turned away, visibly down. Justin gave Brian a quick kiss before heading into the back to get his apron.
”Yeah, he definitely wants to be monogamous.” Brian sniped, still laughing.
“Sorry, I tried to convince him it wasn’t like that.” Ben grimaced. It was a constant point of contention, the way Justin seemed to frequently try to pursue Ben. Brian thought it was hilarious since Michael couldn’t really get mad at Justin for it without looking like a huge twat.
”Maybe you need to set out more reminders that Ben exists! He practically had his hand down Ben’s pants this time.” Michael steamed.
“Maybe,” Brian wouldn’t be doing that. They actually had tried to get Justin to remember Ben more frequently without any results. For some reason, Justin could not keep Ben in his head. It was absolutely hilarious most of the time, and frequently annoyed Michael which was another bonus.
“How would monogamy and Justin even work?” Ben asked, apparently having heard Brian’s last comment. Brian raised his eyebrows and looked at Michael for that answer.
”What do you mean? They just stop having sex with other people.” Michael said.
“Sure, but with Justin’s memories as they are. . . Wouldn’t it just end up like their relationship rules?” Ben said. Brian loved when other people verbalized his thoughts and relieved him of needing to. “Brian would be abstaining and Justin would just hook up and then feel guilty for have broken the rules that he couldn’t remember.”
“Brian will not be abstaining,” Brian chimed.
“And Brian doesn’t want to abstain,” Ben helpfully added, sending a genuine smile to Brian.
“What, so Justin and Brian will just go their whole life fucking anyone they please!?” Michael couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“Cheers to that,” Brian lifted his water glass.
“Did they put mayo on that?” Justin popped up at their table, looking in disgust at Brian’s broken sandwich. He snatched it off the table and brought it to the back.
“Seems like he remembers the important things.” Brian said, smirking.
“Your sandwich order is the “important things”? What about Ben!” Michael objected.
“I said what I said.”
Of course, Brian’s point was promptly made inert when Justin then forgot to bring him a fixed sandwich and the three of them sat there for an additional thirty minutes without service.
“He definitely forgot about us,” Micheal said, looking at his empty water glass.
“Yep.” Brian confirmed.