“Look at him….”
Stuart’s eyes followed the tall newcomer cutting a deliberate path across the dance floor like a predator.  He wished he could have pointed the gorgeous stranger out to Vince, just to make sure his best friend saw the God that Stuart was going to take home tonight.  He loved to know Vince was watching; Vince was almost always watching.  But he wanted to be sure that he didn’t miss this.  Stuart glanced away from his prey for one second, just to make sure Vince was still at the bar.
 

Brian saw him almost immediately.  His body ached to fuck, despite the fact his internal clock was all messed up and a part of him was exhausted after the early morning and the long flight.  But he felt wired, and he wanted someone to share the night with.  He made a beeline to his chosen catch of the night.  He made a mental note to reassure his friends back home that it wasn’t true what they said about the Brits.  Babylon was as hot and steamy this side of the side as it was in Pittsburgh.  But as soon as he’d entered he’d seen the golden angel standing at the bar.  And he wanted him.  Brian always got what he wanted.
 

Vince was starting to think he was invisible.  He’d been waiting here five minutes and all the barman had done so far was ignore him.  Granted, it was amazingly busy tonight, but still….  “Hey!  Two beers.”  A hand on his shoulder accompanied the voice that purred to his left.  Vince looked up.  The barman’s attention had been immediately caught and when Vince glanced to see the face of the stranger next to him, he understood why.

The man now smiling across at him was stunningly beautiful.  Dark, gypsy eyes met his own, dancing in the ever-changing colours of the lights.  “Allow me,” he murmured through full, sensual lips as he handed over a fiver.  Vince was mezmorized.  He was led away from the bar by that single, guiding hand on his shoulder.

For a few seconds, all Vince could do was stare as the other man left a hand on his shoulder while pouring half the bottle of beer down his throat seemingly without swallowing.

Vince traced the line of that sculptured throat with his eyes.  Letting his gaze run over the defined collarbone and down to the smooth chest until his exploration was interrupted by the almost transparent black material of the guy’s shirt.  Vince looked away, embarrassed, when the man turned.
“Thirsty,” he explained.  “It was a long flight.”
“You’re American.”  Vince inwardly cringed.  He’d never been one for chat-up lines.  That was Stuart’s speciality.  Speaking of Stuart….
“I’m over here on business.  I have a meeting tomorrow morning then it’s home again.”

Despite the mundane conversation, Vince felt as if that voice were caressing him.  This guy could have been reading from the Yellow Pages for all Vince cared.  His smooth American lilt spoke straight to Vince’s libido.

“The best way to prepare for a high-powered meeting, my friend always says.”  Another cringe.  Vince found himself not wanting to bring Stuart into the conversation.  For the second time he started to look around for his best friend only to have his attention arrested once more.
“Absolutely.  Great way to relieve the tension.  Otherwise you just end up thinking of fucking the client on the board room table for the whole meeting.”

Brian finished his beer and taking Vince’s bottle from him – dumping them both on a ledge – he coaxed the blond out onto the dance floor.
 

Mouth open, Stuart stared at his best friend while beside him Alex couldn’t seem to hold in his laughter.  How the hell did Vince pull someone who looked like that?  For the first time in… ever, as far as the Irishman could remember, he was jealous of Vince.  That just wasn’t part of the deal.  Pushing away from the railing, Stuart also made his way onto the dance floor.
 

Slowly, Vince’s awareness narrowed down until all he could feel was the presence of this stranger.  His scent, his body, his eyes, his voice.  He wanted, more than anything at that moment, to kiss those tantalizingly full lips.  He could drown into the dark depths of those large, soulful eyes.  Powerful yet gentle hands were rested on his hips, and after a few minutes, Vince found the courage to put his arms around the guy’s neck.

“What’s your name?”
That sensuous voice spoke the words into Vince’s ear, careful to control the volume over the loud music.  “Vince.  Yours?”
“Brian.”
Brian.  The name didn’t fit with the face, the body, at all.  Vince heard ‘Brian’ and immediately thought of the drug-induced children’s TV show – The Magic Roundabout.  This guy should have been called David, or Stuart.  Mind you, God-only knew what Americans imagined when they heard the name ‘Vince’.

Brian’s mouth moved from Vince’s ear to his lips.  The kiss that started off as tentative soon built into certainty before moving through to passionate.  Vince moved one hand up, combing his fingers through Brian’s soft, dark hair.  It felt like running his fingers through feathers and Vince couldn’t help wondering if any man had ever come from having hair like that rubbed all over his body.  He wanted to find out first hand.

When Brian finally let up, lifting his head, hands moving to join in the small of Vince’s back, Vince had to believe it was all a prank.
“Did Stuart set you up to do this?” he asked candidly, hoping against hope that his suspicions were wrong.  That beautiful face creased into a frown.
“Who?”
“Stuart Jones – tall, curly hair, Irish accent.  Complete arsehole.”
Brian shook his head slowly.  “I only got in at four this afternoon.  I’ve never been here before.”  His smile returned.  “Why would you think that?”
“Look at you!  You’re gorgeous!  Why should I believe that someone like you would want someone like me?!”

Brian tightened his hold around Vince’s waist, stepping on foot between Vince’s shins, pressing his erection into the blond’s thigh to reassure him that whatever he was worried about, Brian found him incredibly sexy.
“Why wouldn’t someone like me want someone as delicious as you?”
Vince almost melted at the question.  He wanted to take Brian home.  Now.  Before he and Stuart could lay eyes on one another.

Too late.

“Vince, why don’t you introduce me to your new friend?”
Vince heard Stuart before his mind registered his best friend’s hands on his hips, just below Brian’s arms, Stuart’s body pressed up against his back.  Ordinarily, he would have noticed that before anything else.  Before the roof falling in.

Vince’s eyes never left Brian’s face, and he was surprised to notice Brian’s eyes only flick away from his for a moment to take in the new challenger.  “Stuart, Brian.  He’s American.  This is Stuart,” he moved his head back an inch to at least acknowledge the other man, “my best friend.”

Brian broke off eye contact to take a longer look at the Irishman dancing behind Vince.  After a couple of seconds, he once again met the attentive blue stare.  “I have a best friend who’s in love with me too.”  He smiled, running one thumb over Vince’s stubbled cheek and chin.  “But like all good best friend’s, he has to wait his turn.”

Vince couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He felt Stuart back away slightly and could imagine the expression on his face.  For once, he didn’t care.  He shifted closer to Brian, rubbing himself shamelessly against the hard, slim body of this perfect stranger.
“Want to take this somewhere more private?” Vince asked boldly, “or do you want to do it here on the dance floor?”
Brian laughed, a gorgeous sound that ran along Vince’s nerves and sent tiny shivers along the length of his cock.  “Want to take me home for the night?”
“Is that a trick question?”  Brian shook his head.  “Yes.”

Taking the American’s hand, Vince led him through the Babylon crowd without once looking back.  Tonight, Stuart could drool in his wake.  Like he’d done practically every night of his post-puberty life.
 

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