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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: Babylon@newYORK _Seventy-Three of One Hundred
AUTHOR: Gaeln
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 530
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Brian POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
     Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
    Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘…and when the move and the opening both finally happened, funny how that whole real-life thing got completely in the way and basically just fucked everything up.’
    The kingdom is theirs so please just try and be careful of their flowing scarlet and ermine-bordered robes
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

Babylon@newYORK
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Around Four & 1/ 2 Years

The two things happened a little too simultaneously and he and Justin found the whirl of events almost more than they could handle. Within two weeks, he not only moved to New York but had finally opened Babylon@newYORK , maybe not the best of timing but they’d managed. Somehow they had made it work even if both of them had ultimately found their nerves fairly shredded by the time-of-the-two-grand-events had passed. Nothing fatal took place of course, but for a while it just wasn’t the-dream-come-true either of them had imagined.

They’d both waited for these two grand events with a borderline obsession for had what seemed like a unreasonably long period of time and so when the all the pieces had finally fallen into place, they both couldn’t help but note how hilarious it was when  that whole real-life thing got completely in the way and basically just fucked everything up. At least for awhile.

Case in point, building crews who didn’t stay on schedule. Consequently, when work got behind on that very schedule, there really wasn’t any way to change the club’s opening night date, which was set in Fucking Stone. Or in another case in point,  when ex-owners -- EX-owners -- of a certain up-scale downtown penthouse loft didn’t move out when they were supposed to, the new owners couldn’t move-the-fuck-in when they were supposed to and were left high and dry. Final case in point, when an otherwise lovingly devoted and passionate partner suddenly turned, and without that much provocation, into the coldest bitch this planet had ever seen, well…whatthefuck? Okay, so maybe he did snap at Justin once or twice, but really, get the fuck over it…alright?

But, after all the serious high drama, work crews finally got back on track and work was completed just before opening night. And ultimately, after a little sit-down discussion, ex-loft owners finally got their shit together and found an alternative living space until their new home was ready thereby allowing the new loft owners to move in.  And thankfully, after some tenderness, his frighteningly frigid partner turned all warm and fuzzy and seriously horny again and that was really very good.

So, after all his little pieces were put to right, Brian looked around his and Justin’s long sought after kingdom and he could not help but smile. Less than 5 years after Justin had left Pittsburgh, they both had arrived. He was, with Ted, the owner of a big, beautiful dance club in fucking New York City. And he knew that this, their third baby, would be the one that would keep them alive.

They walked, just like in Boston, arm and arm, through the three-tiered dance club, an institution even on its opening night. Justin’s mural was huge, three times as large as either Pittsburgh’s or Boston’s and just as awe-inspiring as the other two.

“Look how you can see my mural from everywhere,” Justin said.

“The point, Justin.” Brian said. “Exactly the point.”

They were schmoozed, the sovereigns of this kingdom of Brian’s own making, wherever they chose to wander. Here he knew he could never grow too old. He may no longer be the young prince fighting to gain control, he may no longer be the knight of Liberty Avenue fighting to maintain that control, but he also no longer had to fear anyone taking that control away from him. This was their kingdom and all the control belonged to them. And maybe just a little to Theodore.


Next Chapter: Jayden returns to the city where he was born, full of hope and good intentions

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I should be asleep but who can sleep when you realise you have missed 7 chapters of this...not me! So I am all caught up and so happy that Babylon New York is all a go and they are back where they should be...together. I have loved every word and look forward to the rest, thanks.

I am so glad you're enjoying it, thanks for sticking around.

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