三言两拍

Less Is More

Hunter看着Brian把trick推向走道又转身回到吧台。Michael和Ben又开始玩起了新花样，所以他在Justin身边刚腾出的空位坐下来。

“估计那个最近发生得更频繁了吧, 嗯?” 他问。
Justin 小心的看了他一眼，“什么？”
“Brian 四处鬼混，很显然他受不了你现在难看的板寸发型。你到底在想些什么鬼？”
Justin 叹了口气, 摸了摸头顶细细的茸毛。回想起早前Brian揉抚他脑袋，兀自笑了。“我是想，我在diner换了早班，每周三次。”
Hunter只是迷茫的瞪着他，于是Justin转了转眼珠。“与其每天早上花二十分钟搞我的头发，不如去搞 Brian。”
“那确实。” Hunter 冷哼道，“那他干嘛？找个袋子把你的头蒙起来?”
Justin 摇摇头，看看Michael和Ben在玩什么花样。Michael正把嘴张开成一个口袋等着Ben往里投。天啊， 在接住以前他肯定会被打到脸。

过了一会儿，Brian回来了。他像扔一只肮脏的小狗一般从后面抓起Hunter的夹克把他扔离了座位，然后坐下来点了杯酒。
丝毫不觉受挫的Hunter靠着Brian的肩膀问，“他和他看上去一样hot吗?”
Brian把Hunter的手臂从脖子上扯下来扔回去，“我已经有更好的了”他不耐烦地嘘声说。Hunter看见他一边这么说一边得意的瞥了Justin一眼。
Justin微微一笑，并没有看向他。这种互动和往常一样，他都懒得去注意。
“我更好。” Hunter咕哝着，再次靠向Brian。
Brian伸出手再次把他推开，“现在不是你上床的时间吗?”
“想和我上床吗?”
Brian挑了挑眉毛，敲着吧台，“你的监护人在那呢。”
Hunter不满地搭耸着脑袋离开了。Brian 站起身，把Justin拉到身上，用手臂圈着他的肩膀，“现在不也是你的上床时间吗, little boy?”
Justin仰望着他, 滑进Brian身边，一边抚平他弄皱的衬衣，一边摩擦他的胸口。手指玩弄着那些纽扣，听到Brian呼吸微微加重的时候，他翘了翘嘴角，“我是不是该先有个 goodnight fuck?”
Brian以把他拖向门口作为回答。 Justin大笑着，摇着他的小屁股领路。
Hunter, Michael, 和Ben跟在后面。
Hunter看到，当他们走向汽车的时候Brian再次用胳膊把Justin 圈起来，一路上唧唧咕咕不停。到了泊车路边，Brian低下头用嘴唇蹭蹭Justin的脑袋，然后才放开他。

Ben站在路边，发现Hunter还停在Woody’s的楼梯上， “Hunter?”
少年从最后几节台阶上溜下，“我在想我明天也去剪个头发。”
Michael停下来翻了翻眼睛，“你还可以去染成金色，但Brian还是不会fuck你。”
Hunter瞪了他一眼，“我知道，我只是……Justin说这可以省下二十分钟，我可以不用再那么早起来，我可以多躺会儿。”他逞能地露齿一笑，对自己完美的逻辑感到满意
Ben 和Michael摇摇头，齐声回答 “别白费心机了。”

Less is More

Hunter watched Brian pull the trick out into the alley and turned back to the pool table. Michael and Ben just started another game so he sat down on the recently vacated stool next to Justin.

“Guess that happens a lot more now, huh?” he asked.

Justin glanced at him warily. “What?”

“Brian fucking around. It’s obvious he can’t stand to look at you now with that butt ugly haircut. What the fuck were you thinking?”

Justin sighed, running his hand over the soft fuzz on his head. He smiled to himself remembering Brian massaging his scalp earlier. “I was thinking I’ve got the breakfast shift at the diner three days a week.”

Hunter just stared at him blankly and Justin rolled his eyes. “Instead of wasting twenty minutes every morning fucking with my hair, I can fuck Brian.”

“Right,” Hunter snorted. “What’s he do, put a bag over your head?”

Justin shook his head and turned back to watching the game. Michael was putting his mouth around the pocket again for Ben to shoot at. Christ, he’d have to actually get hit in the face before he’d learn.

Brian came back in a few minutes later. He grabbed Hunter by the back of his jacket like a scruffy pup and pulled him off his stool. He sat down and ordered a shot.

Undeterred, Hunter asked, “Was he as hot as he looked?” as he leaned on Brian’s shoulder.

Brian removed Hunter’s arm from his neck and tossed the shot back. “I’ve had better,” he hissed around the burn.

Hunter saw him glance at Justin and smirk as he said it.

Justin smiled slightly without even looking at him. The exchange was always the same so he hardly paid attention anymore.

“I’m better,” Hunter purred, leaning closer to Brian again.

Brian put a hand on his chest, pushing him back again. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Wanna tuck me in?”

Brian raised an eyebrow, tipping his head toward the pool table. “Your wardens are over there.”

Hunter slunk off in a huff and Brian stood, pulling Justin up with him. He slung his arm around Justin’s shoulders. “Isn’t it past your bedtime too, little boy?”

Justin looked up at him, slipping into the groove of Brian’s side and rubbing his hand on his chest as he smoothed the wrinkled fabric of his shirt. His fingers teased along the buttons and the corners of his mouth twitched upward when Brian’s breath hitched a little. “Do I get a goodnight fuck first?”

Brian’s response was to shove him toward the door. Justin laughed, shaking his ass as he led the way out.

Hunter, Michael, and Ben followed behind.

Hunter watched Brian put his arm around Justin again as they walked to his car, groping and giggling along the way. Brian bent his head and rubbed his lips against the top of Justin’s head before releasing him when they reached the curb.

Ben stopped on the sidewalk when he realized Hunter was still standing on Woody’s stairs. “Hunter?”

The teen ambled down the last few steps. “I was thinking I should get a haircut tomorrow.”

Michael stopped and rolled his eyes. “You can dye it blond too, but Brian is not going to fuck you.”

Hunter glared at him. “I know, I just… Justin said it saves time in the morning. I wouldn’t have to get up as early so I could stay up later.” He grinned cockily at his flawless logic.

Ben and Michael shook their heads. “Nice try,” they replied in unison.