Okay, I realize someone might kill be for this... please dont take it too seriously. This was kind of a joke between a friend of mine and I and having a complete writers block form my other stories I thought writing this might help. Takes place somewhere after rage and somewhere before Ethan. Once again, dont take it too seriously. I'm B/J all the way and I know this would never ever happen. Critique is great :)

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Brian parked outside “Red Cape Comics” and killed the engine of his Jeep. He stepped out and grabbed the bag of Thai food sitting in the passenger seat. He knew Justin and Mikey were getting together today to work on the newest edition of “Rage”. Brian smiled. However many times he told Justin how silly he thought the idea of them making a comic was, he couldn’t help but get a warm feeling at the thought of his best friend and his lover creating something based on him. Even if is was a silly comic book. He walked inside the store ready to surprise the two with lunch knowing they probably hadn’t thought of food once they got into story lines and plots.

It amazed him how well those two got along once they had a common goal. He would even joke with Michael about him and Justin using “Rage” as an excuse to fuck each other. Although it was just a joke Brian couldn’t help the shudder of fear and came over him at the thought. He looked around the small store and frowned at the lack of dopey brown eyes or sunshine smiles greeting him. The shop was empty. He put the bag on the counter and walked over to the office door ready to invite himself in until… he heard something. It sounded like Justin.

“Uuugh, Michael.” Brian heard Justin groan. His eyes widened.

“Is it… is it in?” he heard Michael ask, panting.

“Uhh, not yet,” Justin sounded frustrated “push harder.” he demanded and Brian felt his gut twist.

“I AM pushing, you have to push too!” Michael argued. Brian shook his head, wanting to leave but couldn’t pull his ear away from the door.

“I don’t want to break it.” Justin said while panting. Brian heard Michael snort.

“It’s not going to break over some tight hole, its stronger than that!”

Justin groaned.

“Fine ill push.” he agreed.

“Thank you.” Michael said. Brian heard silence after that but it didn’t last long.

“Ow!” Justin yelped.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, stupid wood, its too hard.” he replied.

“Want me to go slower?” Michael asked.

“No, no… I’m fine. Keep going.” Justin said and sighed.

“Here… Brace yourself a little more, ‘kay? Then I’ll start pushing again.” Michael said.

Brian heard the two groan again and soon the two stopped panting.

“I don’t think it’ll fit, Michael. Maybe we’re doing it wrong.”

“We’re not doing it wrong,” Michael said, sounding frustrated “I’ve done this a zillion times!”

“Could have fooled me.” Brian heard Justin say under his breath. Michael didn’t seem to catch it.

“Maybe if you got on your knees Justin, It’ll give us more leverage.” Michael said. Brian couldn’t help the image of Michael positioned behind Justin on his knees from his mind. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat but to no avail. ‘How could they do this?’ he thought and continued to listen.

“Okay… like this?” Justin asked.

“Perfect, now on the count of three brace yourself and I’ll push it in okay?”

“Alright.”

“One… two… three, uhhhg.” Michael made a throaty noise and Brian heard Justin let out a groan.

“Dammit Michael, push harder!” Justin demanded.

A minute of silence passed, which felt like a lifetime, Brian finally heard Justin let out a content sigh.

“Its in…” he said while panting. Brian couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed a hold of the rusting door handle and pushed open.

“What the fuck is…” he began to accuse in a dark voice. He stood speechless at the sight before him.

Justin was on his knees with a plank of wood in his hands, Michael sat across form him with another piece of wood which was connected to the piece Justin was holding. Brian gaped. Justin gave him a broad smile.

“Brian!” the blonde teen stood up and wrapped his arms around the surprised brunette. He saw the blonde look over his should and gasp. “Food!” he exclaimed pushing past Brian and helping himself to the brown bag on the counter. Brian looked over at his friend and sighed.

“Something wrong, Brian?” Michael asked worriedly, noticing the pale, pasty look that had crossed Brian’s face.

“No, no… I’m fine Mikey… and you know what? For the first time in my life I’m glad that there is no fucking going on.” he said sincerely before turning and join his blonde at the counter. Michael looked after him with a relieved face.

‘Great timing Brian.’ Michael thought as he let his eye roam over Justin‘s lithe figure ‘at least he didn’t catch us fucking earlier.’ he thought as he joined the two at the counter and grabbing some food.

End