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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: The Urban Tribe Owns Me_Twenty-Three of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 950
WARNINGS: this chapter: Brian implied other, Brian POV mostly & twink 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: ‘So I reflected on business and I reflected on Justin because I needed a way to somehow make the two compatible.’
    Brain considers the future and his role in it.
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

The Urban Tribe Owns Me
One Week Later - Pittsburgh

The catwalk has always been my favorite place to think, looking down on all my hot, sweaty patrons, somehow allowed me to think, consider, contemplate more clearly, distractions I was so used to they didn‘t fully distract anymore. Instead, they focused me. So I reflected on business and I reflected on Justin because I needed to find a way to make the two compatible.

Justin hasn’t become the best homosexual he could be yet, give him some time, but the little fucker was on his way. He was making the right moves, keeping the right attitude. He amazed me, challenged me, he’d taken what had always been my dream, New York City, and had made it his own. Let’s hear it for the boy! No, that was wrong, wrong because Justin was now a man, a 22 year old, very brave man and I missed him. Shouldn’t have been so difficult to admit, not after all we’d been through, but it was. Still, I missed him and I wanted to do something about that so, I have changes to make.

I realized I’d played this lifestyle long enough, time to get out while it still worked. I once thought this would always be it for me, but being here, looking down, watching Brandon and the rest, I knew that if my 18 year old self walked in here, with 18 year old Michael, I would’ve looked at my thirty-four year old self and smirked into Michael’s ear, ’How pathetic, guy just can’t let it go…very sad.’ While I was confident I would still find myself hot, I also understood that this was a young man’s game and thirty-four, while not old, wasn’t as young as I’d like it to be. So I’d get out while I was still a kind of living legend. I’d be missed, but better missed than mocked. Everything had its time, from now on Babylon would be business and, I believed, my ticket out of this town.

I liked running Kinnetik and I liked running Babylon and I was good at it and I wanted more. Expanding Kinnetik into the New York market was a long-term goal, but expanding Babylon, that was something I could make real relatively soon. Relatively being well…a relative term. And that there even was a Babylon to expand, I owed to Ted. He’d kept his head while everyone around him was losing theirs or, at least, while I was. He’d got us up and running with a maximum amount of efficiency and a minimum amount of effort. In the two weeks since we’d reopened, business had been good…real good. All my little boys had come home. And they’d brought some straight people with them. Notoriety? Maybe. Who was I to complain?

When Ted had accepted my offer of a partnership in the club, he’d taken from me a world full of worry. It worked. We worked. And he was enthusiastic about my ideas for possible expansion. Someday we could have a string of clubs… Boston, Chicago, San Francisco, and…New York. Too optimistic? No, because I was motivated. I was going to get my sweet ass to the big city and the sooner the better. Still, it would take awhile, two or three years at least, but it would be done. If people thought I was running after him…fine…whatever. I’d know the truth and so would he, our business.

The night Michael had brought me here, pretending the lights, the music, the beautiful men, he’d told me that some things, some people, weren’t meant to change. Bullshit, everything changed. If it didn’t, it died or worse, became an imitation of its former self, a poseur. I was more than that. Not so long ago I’d felt the same way about him changing, but Michael had changed and so had I. I fought it, the changes in him and now, maybe he’d fight them in me, maybe he wanted me the way I used to be but, he’d deal because I wasn’t the same man and I wouldn‘t go back. I didn’t fight through, no…that was wrong…we didn’t fight through all the crap of the past five years just to go back to the same. Michael and Ben…they’d do it their way, Justin and I…we’d do it ours.

Leaning over the rail, watching his tribe below, he felt the warm body come up behind him; he felt the young man’s heat near him, felt it as strong hands moved up along his back massaging his shoulders, felt it as the swaying of hips brushed against his ass, playing. The young man sighed when Brian pushed back into him and when he turned, Brian found him smiling seductively and ducking his head onto Brian’s shoulder, sliding his hands slowly up his chest to his neck, resting them there, his fingertips tapping light behind Brian’s ears, thumbs stroking his throat, the young man looked right into his eyes, whispering. “Dance with me.” More a statement than as a question and while waiting for a response, he licked a soft trail along Brian’s temple, he nibbled soft bites along his jaw. Pleased, Brian smiled.

Reminded that sudden withdrawal could be too shocking to the system, both for his and for everyone else, not too old quite yet, Brian nodded his agreement to dance, and so, leading the young man down onto the dance floor, he allowed the urban tribe to once again claim him as one of their own, if only for a while longer. With the young man tucked into his arms, his head bowed low, his eyes closed, he felt the jungle close in around him, safe and protected once more.

Next Chapter: On a mission from Brian, Justin meets up with charming three boys from Kansas

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