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Heavy Rain Ch. 4 (Shalaska/Katlaska)- Insomnidelic

AN: Caution: Smut. Enjoy :)

“Uunhhh.” Justin groans heavily, taking in all of his length as he buries his face in a pillow to deafen his whorish moans, mindful of the thin hotel walls. He grips at the bed sheets, desperately trying to find something to hold on to as Brian pounds him roughly into the mattress.

Holy shit. Cock this good should be illegal.

Brian pauses his movement and lowers his mouth to Justin’s shoulder, nipping gently and lying wet kisses along his shoulder blades.

“Use your words, big boy.” He whispers into his ear. Justin trembles at the sound of his voice, gruff and laced with sex.

“You feel so fucking good.” He breathes, craning his head to connect their lips. Its all tongue and teeth, the two men fighting for control. Brian grins into the kiss, knowing he has the upper hand by far.

‘Turn over.” He commands. Justin obliges happily to a change of position. He flips onto his back and his eyes graze lustfully over Brian’s naked body, glistening with sweat as he pumps his throbbing cock in his hand before spreading Justin’s legs to reclaim entry. The air in the room gets thicker and the moaning gets louder as Brian continues his rough thrusts, giving Justin every inch of him.

“That’s it, fuck me harder. Give it to me.” Justin whispers hotly, eyes smoldering. Brian growls and moves Justin’s legs from around his waist to over his shoulders, shifting his hips to slide even deeper into the younger man. Justin gasps and bites his lip, pushing himself up on his elbows to get a better view. Brian’s cock slamming in and out of him was mesmerizing. He reaches down to stroke himself at the sight, his moans now uncontainable. Brian lowers his hand over his lips to quiet him, surprised when Justin takes his thumb into his mouth and sucks teasingly without breaking eye contact. He picks up the pace, filling him completely with every thrust of his hips. He pauses when he feels himself getting close, burying his face in Justin’s neck.

“I’m gonna cum.” He murmurs, moving his mouth back to Justin’s. They kiss, biting and pulling on each other’s lips. Brian gives in and pulls his cock out to release all over the other queen’s stomach. Justin whimpers and stares in awe at the unending streams of hot, white cum shooting out from Brian’s cock. Someone was pent up.

Brian’s breathing slows. He leans down to bite along Justin’s neck before connecting their lips in a searing kiss. Justin gives him a lustful smile as they break apart, Brian’s teeth grazing the flesh of his chest as he sinks to his lower half.

“Your turn.” He says softly, taking the younger man’s length into his eager mouth, sucking wildly, appreciating every inch with his throat and tongue. It’s not long before Justin is sent over the edge, Brian swallowing every drop. He shivers and pulls Brian up to meet his lips, their bodies sticky and intertwined.

They lay quietly together. Had they really just done this? It wasn’t something Justin could ever imagine happening, but being connected with Brian felt right in every way. He struggles to keep his eyes open as the older man gently brushes his sweaty curls away from his forehead.

“Wake up, Justin.” Brian whispers in his ear.

“Hmm?” Justin hums back, still lost in the haze of his orgasm.

“I said it’s time to wake up”

Justin’s eyes crack open, the morning light streaming in from the hotel room windows, blinding him. Michelle sits next to him on top of his bed covers and smiles warmly as she continues brushing his curls. He stretches, groaning at the dull pain on the right side of this head.

“Michelle, it huuurts.” He whines in his distinctive vocal fry.

“I’ve brought your meds and your breakfast. Make sure you eat all of it so you don’t have an upset tummy later.” Michelle informs him, settling effortlessly into mommy mode. She gestures to his bedside table where all she had brought laid.

His stomach roars at the mention of food. He sits up and quickly throws back the pills to kill the emerging pain in his skull. He leans to rest against a stack of fluffy pillows, reflecting on his bizarre, erotic dream.

Featuring his “friend”, Brian, of all people.

He crinkles his eyebrows in confusion. Michelle takes notice to his expression.

“Is everything ok?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had this weird dream. It almost felt real.” He replies, staring blankly ahead. “Everything about it was so familiar.” He continued a little quieter.

“Well, I had a long talk with your doctor about ways to help jog your memory. He suggested showing you pictures and taking you places… things like that. But he also mentioned that sometimes old memories can work their way into your dreams. So maybe what you dreamt really happened.” She says with a slight shrug, walking to his side to move a tray of pancakes over his lap.

Justin laughs and shakes his head, blushing as the dream replayed itself in his mind. There was absolutely zero chance in hell he and Brian hooked up. He would never go behind Aaron’s back like that, even if he did find Brian attractive. The thought made him flush with guilt. He stares down at his food.

Suddenly he wasn’t so hungry.

–

Brian enters his apartment, having beaten the rain by mere seconds. He was soaked with sweat from head to toe, tossing his keys and phone on the couch before making a b-line for the fridge. He pulls out an ice-cold bottle of water and downs it in record time, trying to catch his breath as his heart rate calms, his morning run unsuccessful in taking his mind off the clusterfuck the previous 24 hours had been.

The tour had obviously been cancelled which meant the queens were given the liberty of returning home. Brian stumbles into his bathroom, stripping before hopping in the shower. He lets the water run over him for what seems like an eternity, staying completely still and allowing the steaming moisture to hit his face. When it goes cold, he takes that as his cue to step out and dry off, wrapping a towel around his waist before walking back through the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He had been living in LA for over a year now but hadn’t been home long enough to finish unpacking, his apartment still cluttered with cardboard boxes. His drag lies haphazardly on every surface, reminders that Katya had very much taken over time and time again. He gripes when he steps on a tiny plastic hand, kicking it across the floor under the couch. Grocery shopping had also yet to be a priority, he realizes as he opens his fridge once more, searching for something to eat knowing full well it was empty save for his water and a few beers he kept around for guests. He sighs in frustration and slams the door shut before making his way over to the couch. He sinks into the cushions and rests his head against the wall behind him, listening to the rain as it poured endlessly, thudding heavily against his windows. He squeezes his eyes shut and attempts to put his mind at ease.

Justin.

Fuck. He couldn’t have a moment alone from his thoughts for one second. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the little amnesiac since he’d woken up that morning.

Let’s pay him a visit.

Let’s not, he wages war with his internal thoughts. He doesn’t even know who you are and he want’s nothing to do with you, he continues to himself.

His phone vibrates from its perch on the opposite end of the couch. He leans over to check who the message is from, “Tits McGee” flashing across the bright screen. What was Michelle texting him for? He slides his thumb over the screen to view the full message.

M- Justin’s asking for you.

No fucking way. Brian stares at the message long enough for his phone to fall asleep, his dumbfounded reflection staring back at him in the black screen.

He wants to see me.

He shakes his head and opens up the text tab to respond.

B- Oh? What does he want?

Gotta keep it cool, don’t want to come across too eager.

He didn’t want Michelle getting wise. Little did she know, he was sweating bullets on the couch waiting for her response. Typing bubbles appear in the text box and he doesn’t dare rip his eyes away from the screen, his phone shaking in the palm of his hands.

M- He says he wants to talk. Asking if you’re free for lunch around noon?

His heart nearly pounds out of his chest. Was Justin remembering? Or better yet, maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he just took a liking to Brian at the hospital and wanted to get to know him more. A smile stretches across his face at the thought. Either way it didn’t matter. Justin wanted to see him.

And have lunch.

Easy Fabio, it’s not a date.

He rolls his eyes at his own foolishness. Of course it wasn’t anywhere close to being a date. Michelle was probably going with them to chaperone, for fuck’s sake. His phone vibrates again.

M- I’d join you but I have a few loose ends to tie up at World of Wonder.

Well excuse the fuck out of me.

His eyes glance at the mounted wall clock next to the front door. It was now 11:05. He had just enough time to brush his teeth, comb his hair, get dressed, and sit in a cloud of anxiety for a good fifteen minutes before he would have to leave.

Perfect.

If it’s possible, his smile grows even wider as he types his response.

B- Sure. Tell him we can meet in the hotel lobby.

He presses send and tosses his phone on the couch, darting to his bedroom to get ready.

–

Justin sits on the end of his hotel bed as he laces his shoes on. After four years, he still pretty much dressed the same, but he didn’t recognize most of his clothes. He eyes a few t-shirts Michelle had brought in a bag for him to choose from. He pulled one out that said “Kimora Boujee Barbie” across the chest with what he presumed to be a queen on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. He didn’t know what any of it meant, but he sure as hell liked it. He slips it on and heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair.

Staring at himself in the mirror had become his new favorite thing. He didn’t look drastically different, but he’d certainly changed. Filled out more, it seemed. He was still a gangly mess of limbs but his chest seemed a little broader. He flexes jokingly in the mirror at himself. His lips were fuller too. He’d remembered getting a few fillers but he was sure his face had undergone a bit more over time.

He fixes his bandage and runs his hand through his hair before slipping his glasses on his face, not bothering with contact lenses today. He glanced at the clock, reading 12:02. Brian was probably already waiting for him in the lobby. With a deep breath he turns out of the bathroom and grabs his key card before exiting his hotel suite.

It was time to get some answers.

–

Brian sits nervously in the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton Los Angeles. The swanky hotel had to be costing Michelle a pretty penny, he thought to himself. He’d opted to take a cab because of the rain, but the weather cleared up once again, returning LA to its bright and sunny glory. Justin was late, but that only gave him more time to calm his nerves. He stands to give himself a once over in the full length mirror lining the lobby wall, adjusting his backwards cap and loose button on his blue checkered shirt.

Who are you trying to impress?

His head whips around when he hears the chime of the elevator. Justin steps out of the opening doors and immediately locks eyes with an apprehensive Brian now standing directly across from him. They both smile awkwardly and walk toward one another.

“Hey.” Brian manages to squeak out, embarrassed at the way his voice cracked at the utter of one simple word. Justin laughs gently, picking up on the nervous atmosphere. Brian sure as hell seemed more confident in his dreams.

“Hi.” He responds and bites his lip, forcing his dream out of his head. Brian really was very attractive, he thought. He wasn’t Aaron, but he was something. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest.

Aaron.

Michelle had taken Justin’s phone away so he had virtually no way to contact his boyfriend. Aaron told him the night before that he’d be by to visit that morning, but no dice. He felt guilty that he’d asked Michelle to contact Brian before his lover, but he was all too eager to pump his “friend” for any information.

“How’s pizza sound?” Brian asks with a soft smile, breaking Justin out of his thoughts.

“Sounds great.” he replies in nearly a whisper. Something about Brian put him at ease. It was a completely unexpected feeling, but a welcome one.

“Great! There’s a place around the corner. It looks like the rain stopped, so we can walk down there if you want.” Brian prompts. Justin nods and the two make their way out the doors and down the street.

Ten minutes later, they sit comfortably in a booth of a quaint pizza parlor. The silence is awkward. Neither one had uttered a word since they left the hotel. Justin moves to break the ice.

“So you’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet up. I know we reintroduced ourselves yesterday, and from what I hear from Aaron we’re actually pretty good friends.” He starts nervously. “So maybe you can tell me more about our friendship and we can try to pick things up where we left off.” He finishes, smiling and leaning in closer across the table.

Brian stiffens.

Justin had spoken to Aaron already? He thought for sure that he hadn’t considering that he didn’t seem at all upset. Certainly he would be distraught after being told that he and Aaron were no longer together. Unless…

That bastard didn’t tell him.

Brian stifles his inner monologue after realizing he hadn’t yet answered Justin’s question.

“Uh… yeah. We’re friends…” He trails off. Justin smiles wider and eyes him, hopeful for more. “Best friends.” He adds, making eye contact with the other queen. He grins as he slides his hand across the table and puts it over Justin’s.

Why did he lie? Well if Aaron could do it for his own selfish reasons, then why couldn’t Brian? He needed Justin to trust him as much as possible. Besides, if he convinced him that they were a little closer to begin with, it might make it easier in the long run to develop a relationship with him.

Relationship? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, slick.

Justin smiles brightly at Brian from what seemed to be a genuine response. He found such security in his eyes and he couldn’t look away. Something about Brian had him dying to get to know him all over again. Their veggie pizza arrived and they dove into easy conversation.

“So I take it you’re a queen too, obviously. What’s your drag name?” Justin asks, reaching for his second slice.

“My name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but everyone just calls me Katya.” Brian says, raising his hand in a “here I am” fashion, a blinding smile across his face.

“…Uuhkay.” Justin says, blinking. Brian wheeze laughs at his reaction, which he’d been expecting considering it’s the exact same way he responded when they met for the first time years ago.

“So were those other people I didn’t know queens too, Katya?” Justin continues with a smirk, dragging the name out in his signature drawl.

“Well yeah, lets see. Danny was there- Adore Delano from season six. Then there was Shane- Courtney Act, also from season six-“ He’s cut off by Justin’s excited hand waving and bouncing.

“That was Courtney Act? I know all about her from Australian Idol!” He says, a glowing smile on his face.

“Exactly! That was her sitting next to me when you woke up. You guys work together on a lot of stuff…” Brian trails off. He didn’t want to go into the details of the “AAA Girls”, just yet.

“And the other two?” Justin asks, taking more food into his mouth.

“Violet? She won season seven. My season, actually.” Brian replies with a shrug.

“And that other guy. He had a shaved head and a leather jacket?” Justin continued. It still bothered him that Aaron seemingly left with that stranger when Justin woke up. Dread washes over Brian as he realizes he’s being asked about Chad.

“Oh. He’s Sharon’s… assistant.” He responds. It wasn’t a total lie. Chad was Sharon Needles’ assistant. Sharon also happened to be engaged to Chad, but Brian wasn’t about to reveal that tid-bit of information.

Justin nods and looks down at his food. He tried his best to convince himself that Aaron just had business to take care of with his “assistant” and that was the reason he followed him out the way he did. He couldn’t shake this feeling that something was off about the whole thing. He tried to talk to Michelle about it, but she avoided his questions before making him go to sleep, just like any mother would. And then his dream shifted all of his thoughts and focus onto Brian.

“Maybe what you dreamt really happened.” Michelle’s voice echoed in his head.

Right. He came here to get answers. It was time to dive a little deeper with his questions.

“So I’m sure you’ve seen me naked more than a few times.” Justin jokes, taking a sip of water.

This was a test.

Would Brian mention hooking up if it actually happened? Justin was desperate to know. He couldn’t live with himself if he cheated on Aaron. Brian chokes on his pizza and laughs nervously. Justin’s question seemed earnest; surely he didn’t remember anything that had happened between them.

“Uh yeah, of course. Haven’t we all? You were constantly nude in the work room during All Stars.” He justifies with a smirk, averting his eyes and taking a bite out of his pizza crust.

“You were on All Stars with me?” Justin asks, all thoughts of probing for information about cheating now thrown out the window. He was still obsessed over his apparent win and was excited for Brian to share more.

“Yeah. We were each other’s biggest competitors, actually.” Brian assures with a smirk. He puts down his crust and wipes his hands and mouth with a paper napkin. He leans in to an enthusiastic Justin who obviously wanted him to go into detail. “We even had to lip sync against each other a few times. Of course the rules this time around we’re a little different because the winners of the challenge got to lip sync for a chance to send someone home.” He finishes, taking joy in the way Justin’s face lit up at the apparent plot twist.

“Oooh that’s so exciting tell me more, tell me more! God I wish I remembered, fuck!” Justin squeals, bouncing in his seat and shaking his hands around before reaching over to grip Brian’s arm. Not thinking, Brian moves to take Justin’s hands in his own. He craved contact. Justin didn’t seem to think much of it as he let Brian hold his hands while he urged him to continue.

“Well, you won both times. And you won the entire competition- but I take it you already knew that.” He replies, smirking. If you had asked Brian about this a year ago, he probably would have been more reluctant to talk about losing. But seeing the way Justin’s eyes lit up while he told his story made his heart soar.

“Well I’m sorry you lost, but I’m really happy I won.” Justin drawls, pulling his hands away to reach for another slice of pizza.

“It’s alright.” Brian chuckles. “I won the fans.” He adds unthinkingly as he takes a sip from his cup.

“Wha-?” Justin asks, mouth full.

Shit. How are we going to get out of this one, Barbra?

“Well, you see… Not everyone really agreed with you winning.” Brian states as a matter of fact. Justin drops his crust and leans back in his booth, crossing his arms.

“Oh, is that so? And why is that, Bri?” He probes, cocking an eyebrow.

“Because you threw a fit for being on the bottom one time and that really pissed everybody off, including me. You were a total brat and you ended up losing some fans.” Brian huffs. Okay, maybe he was still a little bitter. He chugged his water nervously, avoiding eye contact with Justin who was likely glaring daggers at him. He puts his cup down and looks back up, met with an unexpected sight.

Justin pouts to himself, face red and eyes down casted as a few angry tears roll down his cheeks. His hands remained in his lap and his shoulders slouched. Brian’s stomach sinks. This is exactly what the hunky doctor and Michelle had warned everyone about.

Revealing too much at once.

He reaches for his wallet and pulls out a few crumpled bills, slamming them on the table before grabbing Justin by the hand and pulling him out of the booth.

“What the hell, where are we going?” Justin whines, struggling to keep up with Brian as he all but ran with him out of the restaurant into the crowded streets of LA.

“I’m going to cheer you up.” Brian assures him, clasping his hand a little tighter and pulling him closer.

“Cheer me up? You just told me everyone hates me because I was a brat on national television.” He huffs, planting his feet and pulling away from Brian. Brian frowns as he steps closer to the unmoving man. He brushes his fingers up in down his arm in an attempt to soothe him.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything like that. But if you come with me, I can show you why it’s not all that bad. In fact it’s actually pretty fucking amazing.” He steps closer to put his hands on Justin’s shoulders, a warm smile on his face as he looks into his eyes. Justin’s expression softens.

“Ok, bestie. I trust you.” he whispers reluctantly, mulling over Brian’s words. He lets the older man grasp his hand once again as he continues to guide them to their destination.

“Hot Topic?” Justin asks confused as they finally arrived at the clothing store.

“Look in that window.” Brian urges, gesturing with his free hand to the display on their left.

“Queen of Snakes” was stenciled onto the glass. Racks that should have held t-shirts were bare save for the one on the display mannequin. Alaska in all her glory, a crown on her head and a scepter in her hand, the reining All Stars queen, was printed across the black material.

“That’s me.” Justin whispered in awe, his mouth falling open. “Where are all the other shirts?” He asked.

“Sold out, no doubt.” Brian says, smiling at Justin and rubbing his thumb across his hand. “I walk by this display on my way home all the time. I’ve seen it go from full to empty in a day.” He pauses. “Justin… People still love you. You killed the competition. You had a moment of weakness, and yeah, people called you a snake for it. But you totally owned it and you clawed your way back to the top.” He says. Justin beams at him and shakes his head.

He really was the Queen of Queens.

“OH MY GOD. IT’S KATYA AND ALASKA!”

The two queens jump at the sound of squeals coming from a gaggle of teenaged girls walking out of Hot Topic.

“Oh no, Alaska! What happened to your head? Is that why the tour is cancelled?” One of the girls questioned, stepping closer to get a better look.

“OMFG. They’re holding hands!” Another teen whispers excitedly to her surrounding friends. As if on cue, they all pull out their phones to take pictures.

“Are you guys dating?”

“Can we get a photo?”

“Will the tour be rescheduled?”

A flurry of questions bombard the two queens as they struggle to escape the surprising and uncomfortable situation. Justin tries his best to be friendly to his fans and even allows one to take a selfie with him. He enjoys the attention from being noticed on the street. It was all so new to him. Brian on the other hand was feeling the total opposite of his friend.

Abort! Abort!

He pulls Justin through the group of teenaged girls and around the corner as fast as he could, praying that they wouldn’t follow. He’s somewhat thankful when the rain starts up again, making it easier to get away if anyone decided to go after them. He doesn’t stop until they’ve reached the hotel, both dripping wet.

“What the hell Brian? They just wanted a picture! Do you always treat your fans that way?” Justin exclaims, ripping his hand away from him as they enter the lobby. His damp shoes squeak across the marble floor as he stalks to the elevator, in total disbelief with the situation that just occurred.

Without thinking, Brian follows him into the lift.

“You have amnesia, Justin. I was just trying to protect you. What if those girls said something you weren’t ready to hear? I didn’t want them upsetting you.” He says truthfully, his tone begging for understanding. Justin scowls at him as he continuously presses the button to his floor.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend. Which means you should always tell me the truth. So if there’s something you’re keeping from me, you need to tell me now, or I think maybe we should reconsider picking up where we left off!” He shouts, shaking out his drenched hair in frustration.

He didn’t mean to have an outburst, but so much had happened in one day, it was bound to catch up to him. The way Brian held his hand a little too comfortably. The way that teen asked if they were dating. Had he been cheating on Aaron with Brian? His stomach turns as he starts to believe that that could be a real possibility.

Brian exhales slowly unsure of what to say next. He wanted to tell Justin that whatever Aaron had said to him was a lie. That Aaron was in love with someone else. That he was happily engaged. But it just wasn’t his place. He’s broken out of his thoughts at the sound of Justin’s sobs.

“No, please don’t cry! I shouldn’t have taken you out there. Michelle is going to be so pissed. I’m a fucking idiot.” Brian urges, reaching out and pulling Justin into his arms to comfort him.

“No, it’s not that. We shouldn’t have been holding hands. They took pictures. Aaron is going to find out and be so angry with me.” Justin weeps into his shoulder before pushing away. The elevator door opens and the two walk out, Brian continuing to follow Justin as he makes his way to his suite.

“No, he won’t Justin.” Brian says firmly in response to his friend’s worried assertion.

Just tell him.

Brian takes a deep breath and reaches out for his friend who remains two steps ahead of him.

“You and Aaron are n-“ He’s cut off as they round the corner to see a man standing in front of Justin’s door.

Aaron turns to face Justin and Brian, the two standing a little too close for his liking. Brian’s heart sinks.

Can this get any worse?

“Baby!” Justin exclaims, wiping his tears and running into Aaron’s waiting arms.

Apparently it can.

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