I’m tugging at my hair, I’m pulling at my clothes, I’m trying to keep my cool I know it shows Justin came out of the shower and grabbed his blue towel. He dried up as quickly as he could and went to his closet to get something to wear. He grabbed a pair of gray slacks and shook his head letting them fall to the floor. He looked around and smiled when he spotted his black dress pants. He pulled them out and took them to the bed. “Justin,” Daphne said coming into the room. “I was knocking like crazy.” “Sorry, I’m kind of busy,” Justin told her. “What are you dong?” she asked like a little girl. “I’m getting dressed,” Justin told her as he went back to the closet. He stared really hard as he looked for something seductive to wear. “So where are you going?” Daphne asked as she sat on the bed. “Watch the pants,” Justin warned her without turning around. “What’s with you?” Daphne asked. “I want to look nice,” Justin told her. Daphne frowned. “You always look banging.” “Thanks,” Justin told her pulling out a blue sweater. “Fuck no,” he said and dropped it on the floor. Daphne knew something was going on. The only time that Justin took his time dressing up was when he was having an important meeting. At this time of the day she knew that couldn’t be it. “So, what’s going on?” “I have a date,” Justin informed her. “With whom?” Daphne asked frowning. “And I thought you swore you would never go out on a date ever in your life.” Justin sighed as he pulled a dark gray v-neck sweater. He turned around and smiled. “Guess.” “Well,” Daphne started. “I would say Brian but that would be a cold day in hell.” Justin laughed as he went to get a pair of briefs. He put them on quickly and threw the towel that was around his waist on the floor. “Well, it’s a cold day in hell,” Justin pointed out as he grabbed his deodorant. “Well, fuck me,” Daphne said. “I told you that would never happen,” Justin joked. Daphne rolled her eyes as Justin next grabbed a pair of socks. “Wow, I’m impressed.” “Yeah,” Justin muttered. “So,” Daphne said as she passed the pants to Justin. “Where are you guys going?” “I don’t know,” Justin told her. “Well you’re dressing to kill,” Daphne pointed out. “Let’s hope he does too.” Justin nodded. Knowing Brian they would go to an expensive place, the brunet lived to impress. “You look good,” Daphne told him. “Just good?” Justin teased. “Maybe I should change.” “Don’t be an ass,” Daphne replied. “I’m happy that you guys are finally doing this.” Justin nodded as he went to his closet to get a pair of shoes. “So, how did it happen?” Daphne asked smiling. “I want to know. Did he lose a bet?” Justin laughed. “Nothing like that,” he told her as he walked to the bathroom. Daphne got up and followed. “Then what happened?” she asked. “Well,” Justin said as he fixed his hair. “He was here and we were watching a movie.” “Right,” Daphne acknowledged. “Well,” Justin said and grinned. “More like playing with our tonsils.” “Justin,” Daphne complained. “Get to the point.” “Right, so I got up and went to get us a beer,” Justin related. “So when I come back he smirks at me and asks me if I want to go on a date. I thought he was joking but I laughed and said yes anyway.” “And then?” Daphne asked. “That was it,” Justin told her. “So, that’s how you’re going out on a date?” Daphne asked. “What did you expect?” Justin asked. “I don’t know,” Daphne told him. “Something more romantic.” Justin rolled his eyes as he came back to the bedroom to put some cologne on. “He wants to dine me and fuck me. He doesn’t want me puking all over the place. I can’t stand too much romantic shit and you know it.” Daphne smirked. “I think he loves you.” “I think you should go,” Justin told her knowing what was coming next. “Do you love him?” Daphne asked. Justin groaned. “Let’s not start, Daphne.” “What?” Daphne asked smiling. “It’s just a question.” Justin grabbed his cologne and splashed some on. “Easy on that,” Daphne told him. “How do I look?” Justin asked again. Daphne frowned. “You already asked that,” she pointed out and then her eyes opened wide. “Oh my god. You’re so worried about this date!” “I’m not,” Justin told her trying to sound indignantly about what she said. Daphne laughed. “Like I don’t know you.” “I think is time for you to go,” he told her firmly. Daphne sighed. “I just came to…” “Check on me?” Justin finished for her. “That’s not it,” Daphne assured him. “I like spending time with you, ass. Although with your attitude I don’t know why. Maybe I’m a masochist and enjoy the pain.” Justin knew better, his friend was checking on him. “Fine, I’ll torture you some other time. But I need to leave before I am late for this so called date.” Daphne left quickly after that. Justin took his wallet, his coat and his keys and left the apartment. He got in his Jeep to drive to Brian’s loft. He called the man and Brian informed him that he was already at the restaurant. He told him where it was and Justin went there. When Justin arrived Brian was at the bar with a drink in hand. The brunet was wearing all black. He looked exquisite and Justin wanted nothing but to fuck him right there. He put his hand on Brian’s hip and smiled. Then it happened, when Brian looked at him he felt like a naïve kid again. He was nervous and his hands started to sweat. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening to him. “Hello, Sunshine,” Brian greeted him. “Waited long?” Justin asked in a rough voice. He cleared his throat and tried to control his emotions. Brian shook his head. “Let’s go sit down,” Brian said not sure what was happening to him. He knew that they were there on a date but it wasn’t really a date. It was all a big joke, he knew that. But he couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the whole thing. Brian and Justin were seated and a waiter was there immediately. Brian asked for the same thing he was drinking and Justin asked for a Jack Daniels. The drinks were brought fairly quickly while they looked at the menu. “I’ll have the steak, medium rare with the Greek salad,” Justin told him. The waiter nodded as he jotted it down. Then he looked at Brian. “I’ll have the sesame chicken,” Brian informed him. “And I’ll have a small side salad with that.” The waiter took their orders and grabbed the menus. He left them quickly. Justin grabbed his drink and took a sip. He sighed and tried to relax. “Should you be drinking?” Brian asked. “Are you going to fucking rat on me?” Justin asked. Brian rolled his eyes. “When was the last time you were on a date?” Justin asked him a bit curious. “Wow, years,” Brian told him. “I ended up fucking the waiter.” Justin looked at their waiter. “Well, I hope it looked nothing like ours.” Brian chuckled. “How about you?” “I think I was in college,” Justin told him. “It was a disaster. He wouldn’t stop talking and it was such a turn off.” Brian smirked. “Too bad.” “Don’t worry,” Justin told him smiling. “I found the way to shut him up.” Brian smiled as well. “I don’t doubt it.” “So, how are things?” Justin asked. “At work and shit.” Brian shrugged. “I’m still the best.” “I like a self aware man,” Justin replied. They both laughed. “How is your work?” Brian asked taking a sip of his drink. Justin shrugged. “It’s okay. They’re demanding more paintings and I’m happy. They’re paying me very well for them.” “That’s because you’re fucking great, Justin,” Brian informed him. Justin looked at Brian and his smile shined with satisfaction and gratitude at his words. His leg moved forward and he started touching Brian’s leg. “I’m not going to play footsie with you, Justin,” Brian warned him. “No, I’m hoping you get horny and take me to the restroom to fuck me,” Justin said. Brian licked his lips. “Go.” Justin got up first and went to the men’s restroom. He waited for Brian who appeared a few seconds later. They were all over each other as they moved to one of the stalls. They were laughing from time to time when someone would come in and suddenly leave the place when they heard them. They came out when they were done and sat at their table, minutes later the food arrived. “Is that any good?” Justin asked. “You want to taste it?” Brian asked him. Justin shrugged and Brian lifted his fork to give the blond a taste of his food. Justin opened his mouth and received the offering. He licked his lips seductively at Brian. “Good?” Brian asked trying to control himself in the seat. “Delicious,” Justin told him. They kept flirting through dinner feeding each other and giving one another seductive stares. When it was all over Justin asked for dessert but Brian declined. “Want a taste, Brian?” Justin asked. Brian shook his head. “I’ll get fat.” “I’ll help you burn those extra calories,” Justin assured him and waved a piece in front of Brian’s mouth. “Take it.” Brian opened his mouth and did. “That’s very good.” Justin nodded. “If you want to taste it again it will be from my own mouth.” Brian squirmed again. He didn’t know how Justin did it but he was hard as a rock. When Justin was done he looked at Brian with a big smile. “I liked dinner.” “That’s good,” Brian told him. “It was really good,” Justin said as he grabbed his drink. “And I have concluded that this is something we don’t have to do again.” “Thank fucking god,” Brian said. They looked at each other and laughed. “Want to go to Babylon?” Justin asked. “Sure,” Brian told him. “You can thank me for dinner there.” Justin laughed. Brian called the waiter and paid for the food. When they left the restaurant they were holding hands. It was something they would do sometimes without noticing and if they did they wouldn’t think too much of it. But to anyone who passed at that moment they would appear to be two men deliriously in love. *** Feel me up inside you How you quiver and shake “So, is he better?” Michael asked. Brian sighed. “I don’t know,” he answered sincerely. “He’s pretending like nothing ever happened. But at least he’s not getting drunk or using drugs.” “How do you know that?” Michael asked. Brian was tired of talking about Justin with Michael. He hadn’t even told his friend what had happened but rumors had started floating around. He didn’t have any idea on how the gossip had started. He wanted Michael to shut up about Justin. Justin was his problem to deal with and no one else’s. “Can we change the subject?” “Sure,” Michael said very slowly. “Great,” Brian said in a happy fake tone. “When we’re done with the movies we could go to Woody’s and meet the guys,” Michael suggested. “Whatever,” Brian told him as he grabbed a black, silk, sleeveless shirt from the closet. He didn’t know why the fuck he had agreed to go out with Michael in the first place. He felt like he was trapped in the past when he hung out with Michael. There was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” Michael announced. Brian looked through the partly closed panels to see who it was. He smiled when he saw the blond. He was going to drag Justin along with them kicking and screaming if he had to as long as he didn’t have to spend all day with Michael alone. “What the fuck do you want?” Michael asked. “What the fuck is it to you?” Justin asked as he pushed Michael to the side and came inside the loft. “Hey!” Michael yelled. “Brian and I are going out!” Brian came out of the bedroom buttoning his shirt. Justin handed him a large, brown paper bag. Brian arched a brow and took it. He opened it and looked inside. “What is it?” Michael asked. “Get out, Mikey,” Brian said. “What?!” Michael asked outraged. “Get out!” Brian hissed. “No way!” Michael protested. “You said we were going out.” “Leave him,” Justin said as he took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. “Let him watch. He might learn a few things.” “You’re kicking me out to fuck him?” Michael asked heated. Justin toed his shoes off, his eyes never leaving Brian. Brian took a step forward and grabbed Michael by the arm. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll go out then.” “Brian!” Michael whined. “Michael!” Brian said sternly. “There is something I need to do.” Michael crossed his arms. “Come on, Mikey, be a good boy and go home,” Justin said as he stood naked in front of Brian and Michael. Michael’s mouth dropped open. “I promise I will give him back to you in one piece,” Justin smirked before he walked to the bedroom. “Close the door,” Brian said as he followed Justin. Michael glared at the back of Brian’s head before he slid the door close making sure to throw it. Brian didn’t care one bit. He dropped the bag on the bed and got naked in a flash. “Someone is eager,” Justin teased. Brian went to his toy chest and he pulled out a cock ring. He didn’t lose anytime in putting it on Justin. Then he kissed the blond roughly. His hands gripped Justin’s back to push their bodies closer. “Are we going to get this started?” Justin asked pulling back. Brian took out the whip from inside the bag and saw that there was a collar too. He smirked as he looked at the blond. He leaned forward and put it on Justin. His cock was rock hard and he hadn’t even done anything to the smaller man. “I want you,” Justin told him. Brian turned Justin face down and spanked him hard on his left butt cheek. Justin grunted. “I didn’t tell you to say a word,” Brian told him. Justin bit his lower lip and stood still. He smiled happy that Brian knew what he was doing. He felt Brian’s hands roaming his body then it all stopped. Brian leaned down and bit Justin’s shoulder very hard. “Fuck,” Justin moaned. Brian went back to spanking Justin. This time it was more than once. Justin smirked as he got harder with each blow. Then it stopped and Brian’s tongue was soothing his red skin. “So hot,” Brian murmured. Justin stayed quiet enjoying everything silently. Brian started by caressing Justin’s body. Then he progressed to kissing Justin on his neck and then his back. He massaged Justin’s ass cheeks and licked Justin’s crack. Justin was in heaven. Brian turned him around and did the same all over Justin’s body, kissing, nibbling and sucking the blond’s body. He reached for the condoms and the lube. He put some on his fingers and started to open the blond. He saw how much Justin was enjoying it. “Fuck!!” Justin said not even aware that he had uttered a word; he was completely lost. He didn’t want the feeling to stop but it did. “I said no talking,” Brian growled in his ear. He turned the blond around and started spanking him. When he stopped Justin’s ass felt warm to his touch. Justin was so horny when Brian started opening him again. When he was loose enough Brian grabbed one of the condoms and opened it. He rolled it down on the handle of the whip. Justin froze for a few seconds when he felt the hard object. Then he smirked and let Brian push it inside of him. “Like it?” Brian asked. Justin gripped the sheets. “I think so,” Brian muttered as he pushed the handle of the whip inside of Justin. Justin shut his eyes and prayed to god that nothing escaped his lips. He didn’t want Brian to stop. Brian pushed the handle all the way in. Then he grabbed the rest of the whip and first wrapped it around Justin’s waist. Then he kept going on and went around Justin’s neck. The rest he grabbed in one of his hand and pulled at the chord tugging at the handle as well as leaving a burning sensation over Justin’s waist and neck. Justin’s body shook and his eyes opened in shock. He tried to control his breathing but Brian did it again. He was going to be screaming pretty soon if the delicious torture continued. His face WAS buried in the bed while he bit the sheets as Brian kept pulling on the whip. “This really gives a whole new meaning to being whipped,” Brian murmured. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” Justin nodded but kept quiet. “Good,” Brian drawled as he unwrap the whip from Justin’s body. He took hold of the handle and started fucking Justin’s hole with the handle. Justin pushed his hips back loving the feeling. Then it stopped all together. “No,” he protested. “What was that?” Brian asked. Justin waited for the blows that his ass was going to receive but they never came. Instead Brian turned him around and bit him hard on one of his nipples. Justin would have screamed if he had not known any better. Any noise would have resulted in Brian biting him again. So while the pain went through him he pulled on Brian’s hair and kept his mouth shut. “No talking whore,” Brian told him. Justin breathed again when there was nothing but a tingling sensation on his nipple. He looked at Brian who was putting a condom on and he would have screamed with glee. Brian placed Justin’s legs up on his shoulders. “Do you want daddy to fuck you?” Brian asked. Justin nodded. Brian slid inside the blond. He didn’t need to prepare the smaller man again. He started fucking very slowly knowing it would drive the blond crazy. And it did, he could see Justin fighting with himself not to say anything about it. When Brian picked up the pace Justin wanted to die. He wanted to come so badly. He bit his lower lip and started pulling on his own hair. His walls gripped around Brain tightly wanting the man to cum. Maybe then Brian would let him cum. Justin closed his eyes when he felt tears of desperation threatening to spill. His body tensed as he felt like he was drowning in a pool of hot water. Then the cock ring was gone and Brian’s hand was jerking him off. He came like never before. Brian groaned and gripped one of Justin’s arms while his other hand gripped the duvet. He felt the blond squeezing him. He felt the lithe body trembling around him and it was delicious. He threw his head back and spilled his cum deep inside his blond. When Justin opened his eyes Brian was kneeling on the bed tying up the condom. He touched his throat and the collar was gone. His body felt raw in a good way. “This,” Brian said as he showed the collar to Justin. “Stays here from now on.” Justin smiled happy to know that. Then he stayed where he was. His hair was soaked in sweat as well as his body. He didn’t think he would ever be able to get up and he could have cared less. He was thoroughly fucked. “Are you okay?” Brian asked as he lay next to him. “Fucking amazing,” Justin told him. “I feel you inside of me still. I’m fucking great.” Brian smirked and then got serious. “I didn’t know your safe word.” Justin shrugged. “It was okay. I didn’t need it.” “What if you would have liked me to stop?” Brian asked. “I would have said Mary Popping,” Justin told him. Brian frowned. “Your safe word is Mary Popping?” “No,” Justin told him smiling. “But that would have made you stop.” Brian started laughing. “Yes, yes it would have.” They laughed for a bit and then it stopped when Brian put his hands on Justin’s chest and started rubbing his nipples. “I’m getting horny,” Justin informed him with his eyes closed. “Good,” Brian told him. Justin smirked and sat up. “I have something else for you.” “Oh,” Brian commented. He watched as Justin got out of the bed and walked to get his jeans. The blond came back with them to the room and out of one of the pockets he got out a collar. “I bought this one for you,” Justin told him. Brian arched a brow and smirked. Justin got on the bed and kissed him hard as he put it on Brian. “And unlike you I want to hear you scream Brian, every single dirty thing you want me to do to you.” Brian knew it was going to a long and fun night. *** You had this look, that of an angel, It was such a bad disguise Justin knocked on the door and it was Ted who opened the door. “Hey,” Ted told him. “You got here just in time.” Justin nodded and went inside Debbie’s house. When he was inside everyone was sitting down at the table and he took off his coat slowly. He saw Brian walking towards him and he smiled. He hadn’t seen the brunet in almost two weeks. He had been in New York preparing for an art exhibition. “What have you been up to, Sunshine?” Brian asked as he wrapped one arm around the blond. “Living with your wicked ways.” “Shhh,” Justin said as he put a finger over his mouth. “I’ve been a very good boy.” “We can change that,” Brian told him. Justin smiled and they kissed. “Brian stop trying to fuck Sunshine in my living room and let the boy eat,” Debbie called. Justin chuckled and pulled Brian with him. “And I thought I would never have to see you again,” Michael drawled. “Why do you keep on bothering Justin, Michael?” Emmett asked. “Because he is jealous of my hot body, this amazing face and the men I attract. That’s without mentioning my great butt and the fact that one of the men attracted to me is Brian,” Justin told Emmett. “Why else?” “You’re nothing but an asshole,” Michael hissed. “Guys,” Vic said sternly. “Let’s not start this.” Justin smirked and ate silently listening to everyone else. “So, Justin,” Lindsay said after a while. “How was your show?” “A fucking success,” Justin told her. Michael rolled his eyes. “So, Brian, are you going to Babylon?” “I want to hear more about Justin’s time in New York,” Brian told his friend. Everyone was surprised. “So, did you fuck any hot guys?” Brian asked. “Oh yes,” Justin told him. “We don’t want to hear about that,” Melanie quickly said. Justin and Brian laughed. “Maybe you could show something here,” Lindsay told him. “You mean at the gallery where you work?” Justin asked. “Sure, why not?” “You mean it?” Lindsay asked happily. “Yeah,” Justin assured her. Melanie smiled at Justin. She was happy that her wife was happy. “And we all can go?” Emmett asked. “Of course,” Justin said. “You’re my friends.” “That’s great,” Ted told him. “And you better be going too, Brian,” Debbie warned him. Brian rolled his eyes. “I’ll see if I have time.” “Yeah,” Michael retorted. “Brian has more important things to do.” Brian ignored Michael’s comment. Justin was eating dessert when he felt Brian’s hand on his thigh. He smiled and kept eating. Brian watched Justin’s face as he grabbed his crotch. The blond was as hard as he was and he wanted him. “Come with me,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear. Justin waited a few seconds after Brian was gone and then followed him to the second room. “Well,” Emmett muttered when they heard the noise. At first through the thin walls everyone heard Brian and Justin laughing; then they heard the bed squeaking and after that a few moans. They all could not help but overhear the big finish. Once they were temporarily satisfied Brian and Justin returned to the family diner. They were laughing and acting like teenagers. By that time the gang was sitting in the living room. “Had fun?” Ted asked. “Yes,” Justin answered and chuckled. “You’re an asshole!” Michael said. Brian sighed. “You can fuck him wherever the fuck you want but not in my fucking bed!” Michael hissed. “That’s not your bed anymore,” Brian pointed out. “It sounded like they had a lot of fun,” Vic said smiling. Justin smirked at the man and winked. “I think you guys need self restrains,” Melanie informed them. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have a dick,” Justin told her. “Justin,” Debbie chastised. “You’re an idiot!” Michael yelled as he turned to scream at Justin. “Is that so Mikey?” Justin asked. “Is it because I’m fucking in your bed or because I’m fucking in your bed with Brian?” “You’re nothing,” Michael spat out. Justin stepped in front of Michael. “I’m the guy that fucks Brian more than once and who gets fucked by him on a regularly basis. You Mikey are just his fucking best friend and he’s never going to fuck you so stop daydreaming about it.” “Here we go,” Emmett said. “Fuck you,” Michael said pushing Justin. Justin pushed back and Michael almost fell back. David got in the middle. “Stop it.” Brian watched in silence. He didn’t want to get in the middle of it but he would if he had to. “Stop fighting,” Debbie told them. “You’re not little kids.” “You’re so fucking pathetic, Michael,” Justin told him. “Look,” David hissed as he grabbed Justin by the shirt. “You have no right to be saying those things to Michael. You’re so fucked up. You fucking shit!” “I’m honest,” Justin spat out. “The fuck you are,” David hissed. “You’re nothing but a rude little shit.” “Well, this rude little shit!” Justin yelled as he pulled away from David’s grasp and continued, “Doesn’t go hiding in the baths to fuck everything that moves before going back to his boyfriend, like some people.” David took a step back shocked. “Fuck you!” “What?” Michael asked. “What is he talking about?” David took a step to hit Justin and Brian got in the middle and pushed him back. Emmett smiled as he watched Brian defending the blond. “You told him,” David accused as he looked at Brian. “Oh my god,” Melanie muttered not wanting to believe what she was hearing. She always thought that David was a great guy. “I didn’t say shit to him,” Brian spat out. Michael couldn’t believe it. He quickly ran out of the house. David was hot on his heels. “What a fucking night,” Brian drawled as he took out his cigarettes and offered one to Justin. The blond shook his head and left too. “Brian,” Debbie said when Brian was leaving for the door. Brian turned around and arched a brow. “Is it the truth? What he said about David?” Debbie asked. Everyone who was in the living room kept quiet wanting to hear what Brian was going to say. They were surprised at everything that had happened and had been said. Brian sighed. “I saw him once. And no, I didn’t tell Justin about it. Justin must have seen him too at one time or another.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” Ted asked. “Because it was none of my business,” Brian told them. “Since when?” Debbie asked. “Michael is like a brother to you.” “And you think he would have believed me?” Brian asked. “It would have made things worse.” “He’s right,” Vic said. “Then why did Justin say it?” Lindsay asked. “Justin doesn’t act well under pressure,” Brian told them. “David pushed and he got what he deserved. Now I’m done with the questions.” When Brian came outside Justin was pacing close to his Jeep. Brian walked up to him and his index finger traced Justin’s cheek. The younger man pushed the brunet’s hand away. “He gets me so fucking pissed, Brian,” Justin said. “One of these days I’m going to fucking kill him.” “Hope there are hot guys in prison,” Brian teased and grabbed Justin’s crotch. “I’m not in the mood, Brian,” Justin told him. “You don’t want to fuck?” Brian asked. “If we fuck you’re not going to be able to sit for a week,” Justin warned him. “Come on,” Brian said opening the door to the Jeep. He got in the passenger seat and smirked at Justin. “Use me and abuse me while you can.” Justin went to the driver’s side and got in. He was going to show Brian that he wasn’t kidding. Brian watched Justin’s face, just like an innocent boy and he knew that he was going to find nothing but a scheming man when they got home. Yet Brian couldn’t wait to see what Justin had in mind. *** I want to live life, always be true I want to live life and be good to you Brian had arrived to work early. He had gone to his office and told Cynthia that he wanted his morning coffee. Things were going great until he decided to go to the art department and on his way there he listened to a conversation that pissed him off. One of the women was talking shit about him. So he went back to his office and told Cynthia to call for said person. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Kinney,” Pamela said. “You’re fired,” Brian told her. “Excuse me?” Pamela asked. “You heard me,” Brian told her. “Pack your shit and leave.” “You can’t fire me,” Pamela told him. Brian got up from his chair. “I fucking hired you and I can fucking fire you.” Pamela didn’t know what was going on. “But why?” “I’m your boss,” Brian told her. “Was your boss. And I won’t stand for any disrespectful behavior from my employees.” Pamela bit her lower lip wondering if the comments she had made about him had gotten around. “I...” “Don’t bother,” Brian told her. “Please, don’t do this,” Pamela told him. “Too late,” Brian told her. Cynthia has stayed out of the office but she could hear Brian’s voice rising. She knocked and went inside. “But Mr. Kinney,” Pamela said. “I’m so sorry.” “I don’t fucking care!” Brian told her. “I have a kid to take care off,” Pamela told him giving him her best sympathetic look. “Then you better get your ass out of here and in search of a new job!” Brian hissed. “Brian,” Cynthia said, “here.” She gave him his coffee and then looked at Pamela. “Come on. I’ll give you your last check.” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sat back down. Cynthia was back in a few minutes. “What happened?” Cynthia asked. “She was telling people that I won’t give men a job if they don’t fuck with me first,” Brian told her. Cynthia opened her eyes wide. “Jesus.” “I won’t have it Cynthia,” Brian told her. “I understand Brian,” Cynthia assured him. “What a bitch. If I had known...” “No, we don’t need blood spilled at the office,” Brian told her. Cynthia smirked and went back to her work. For the rest of the day Brian was in a pissing mood. So around two she called Justin. She had learned about the blond by accident a while back when the blond had come drunk to Brian’s office, she was so grateful for that ever since. Justin assured her that he was going to be there in a few minutes to calm Mr. Kinney. “What do you want?” Brian asked when someone knocked on the door. He was sure that it was Cynthia checking on him once again. The door opened and Justin went inside. “Hello, stud.” Brian smiled from ear to ear. “What are you doing here?” “I came to steal you away,” Justin said. “Do you think it’s doable?” Brian got up and went to kiss him. “You smell so fucking good.” “Come on,” Justin said. “Grab whatever you need and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Brian sighed. “I don’t know.” Justin caressed Brian’s face. He could see how stressed the man was. He wanted Brian to relax a bit. So he would need to do some more coaxing. Justin started kissing Brian on the neck. He would purr and rubbed against the brunet. “Okay,” Brian muttered. He pulled away from Justin and went to his desk. He called Cynthia and the woman came quickly. “I’m leaving for the day, Cynthia.” “No problem,” Cynthia told him already having canceled the last two meetings that Brian had. They weren’t important and the people were okay with pushing them for a later day. “I’m stealing him away,” Justin said smiling. “Good,” Cynthia said. “He needs to go and relax and try to find the little manners he does have.” Justin looked at Brian with an amused smile. “He’s not so bad.” “You hear that,” Brian said as he smiled like a little kid. “I’m not that bad.” Cynthia shook her head and walked out of the office. She was pretty sure that Brian was never going to change. He would be the same arrogant man she knew except when it came to Justin. “How about we go to the loft and relax a bit and then go dancing,” Justin suggested. Brian nodded and in record time they were at the loft. Brian went to take a shower and Justin ordered some food. When Brian came out of his long shower they ate and then Justin helped Brian relax some more for a few hours before they had to go out. Brian and Justin took a shower. The brunet got dressed to go to Babylon and then they dropped by Justin’s apartment so the blond could change. When they arrived at Babylon the place was as always throbbing with the sound of music and the masses moving from side to side. “Want a beer?” Justin asked. Brian nodded and they went to the bar. “Ladies.” Ted rolled his eyes. “Brian.” “Hey, Justin,” Emmett said kissing the blond. “Hello yourself,” Justin said smiling. He bought a beer for Brian and took a sip before he handed it over to the brunet. “Brian,” Michael said smiling. He ignored Justin completely. “So,” Justin said as he looked at Brian. “Want to dance?” “Why not?” Brian asked as he threw his arm around Justin’s shoulder. Emmett smiled as he watched them go. Michael was fuming. “Brian has changed so much,” Ted said as they watch Brian and Justin dance. “What do you mean?” Emmett asked. “He acts more civil,” Ted told him. “Does he act more civil with you?” Emmett asked. Ted shook his head. “Brian is never going to change,” Michael spat out before he moved towards Brian. He wanted to dance with the man and he would find a way. “He’s right you know,” Emmett said. “Brian hasn’t changed a bit.” “What are you talking about?” Ted asked. “He’s with Justin. They’re laughing all the time and Brian is always buying him a drink. Plus he’s always touching him somewhere or they’re kissing and groping each other. He’s Mr. Wonderful when he’s with Justin.” “Exactly,” Emmett said. “Brian is still the same arrogant, self-absorbed, narcissistic asshole we have always known. He hasn’t changed one bit, Ted. The only difference is that now he has Justin. He never had that and the only person that gets Mr. Wonderful is Justin. We get stuck with Mr. Brian fucking Kinney. And that’s so totally fine with me because I know Brian loves us in his own way. And he’s always there for us when we need him.” Ted thought about it. It was true. The only person that Brian was civil to was Justin, when they weren’t fighting of course. He smirked because even the mighty like Brian fucking Kinney had a weak side. *** All my talk of taking action These words were never truth Justin finished his painting and got up. He went to the living room where Brian was watching a movie and eating. He rolled his eyes as he heard Brian laughing. “Come here, Jus,” Brian told him. “You have to see this part.” “I have seen that part,” Justin told him. He had watched the movie with Brian twice but the brunet never got tired of watching it. “Come on,” Brian told him. “It’s the part about the bear.” Justin walked over to Brian and sat down. “This is a pretty good part,” Justin commented as he watched the screen and the big bear growl at the three friends. “You can’t outrun a bear,” Brian repeated the lines. Justin smirked as his attention was drawn to Brian. “I don’t have to outrun him. I just have to outrun you,” Brian said before he started laughing. Justin laughed too it was pretty hilarious. Then he got up again. “Where are you going?” Brian asked. “I have two more pieces to do before I can rest, Brian,” Justin told him. “The show is in one week.” “I know,” Brian told him. “You’re coming, right,” Justin said as he walked away. “No,” Brian answered. “I’m serious,” Justin told him. “Are you coming?” “No,” Brian replied. “I’m not going.” “Why the fuck not?” Justin asked. “You did once before. Oh, I see.” Brian arched a brow and asked, “And what’s that?” “You’re a fucking pussy, Brian,” Justin told him shaking his head. “Because they’re going to be there you won’t show up. Great plan, your status as an asshole would be intact. I’ll add that you’re someplace fucking and it will be perfect.” “What the fuck is your problem?” Brian asked as he put his plate on the coffee table and got up. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, Justin.” “I’m asking you to go to the fucking show,” Justin told him. “I’m not getting on one knee and asking you to marry me.” “Well, I’m not going,” Brian told him. “I wanted you to be there,” Justin said. “You’re important to me.” Brian sighed. “Sorry, some other time.” “Don’t do me any favors,” Justin hissed. Brian frowned and followed the blond. “What did I say? I can go some other time.” “Don’t worry, Brian,” Justin said. “I sometimes forget how much of a coward you can be.” “Fuck you!” Brian spat out. “No, fuck you!” Justin hissed. “I’m tired of this shit. You either are going to be there for me or you won’t. It’s all about you, isn’t?” “Oh, so now there are rules,” Brian said. “Oh fuck it!” Justin shouted. “I’m not doing this anymore. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing with you!” “Then don’t be with me!” Brian screamed. “Fine!” Justin hissed as he walked to his bedroom. He came back holding a bunch of things that belong to Brian. “What are you doing?” Brian asked. “Here is your shit!” Justin hissed as he threw them on the floor. “Take them with you while you get the fuck out!” Brian glared at him and left. He didn’t bother to take his thing. He wasn’t going to put up with Justin’s crazy attitude. He went home and started to do some work. When he was tired of that he took a shower and headed to Babylon. “Hey Brian,” Michael said slowly. “Hey,” Brian told him. “Are you here alone?” “No,” Michael told him. “Emmett is dancing and Ted went to the bathroom.” Brian nodded slowly as he asked for a beer. “Are you okay?” Michael asked. “Where is he?” Brian stayed quiet. “Brian,” Michael said. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Brian replied. He drank his beer and then asked for another. When he was done with the second he went and disappeared into the backroom. He found two guys at some dark corner and he leaned back and called to them without muttering a word. Brian caressed the face of the taller guy. “Suck me off.” The guy got on his knees and followed instructions. Brian busied himself on kissing the second guy. He enjoyed them until he got tired of them. He went back to the bar where he found Michael and Ted talking. He ignored them for completely. He had more important things on his mind like Justin. Brian asked for a stronger drink. He wanted to kill the blond for being so dramatic. So, he wasn’t going to the show, big fucking deal. It’s not like he had not been there for the blond. What else did Justin want from him, Brian asked himself. “You look like you could use some company,” Emmett said to Brian. “Fuck off,” Brian told him. “Come on, Brian,” Emmett told him. “What happened with you and Justin?” “Nothing happened,” Brian hissed. “Last time I saw Justin he was getting wasted at Woody’s,” Emmett told him. “He hasn’t done that in a long time.” “Good for him,” Brian whispered. “Right,” Emmett said. “If you want to talk about it I’ll be around.” Brian shook his head and downed his drink in seconds before he asked for another. He told the bartender to keep them coming and the man did. “Brian,” Michael said a few hours later. “You’re totally wasted.” “Fuck off,” Brian hissed. He rolled his eyes at the man. Michael would find any excuse to take him home and be next to him and he was tired of it. “I’ll drive you home,” Michael told him. “I said fuck off,” Brian told him. “I can drive myself home and I’m not going yet.” Michael sighed and once again watched as Brian disappeared to the backroom. That’s all he had seen the brunet do since he got there; drink and fuck. “Let’s go, Michael,” Ted told him. “But Brian,” Michael protested. “Brian is a big boy,” Ted said. “Come on.” Michael gave up and went with Ted. He knew that Brian was in one of his moods and he wasn’t going to change his mind anytime soon. When Brian was once again at the bar he decided he had some things to say to the blond. So he called him but Justin never picked up. From time to time he would call and still no one would answer. Around three in the morning Brian decided it was time to go home. When he arrived at the loft he still felt like kicking Justin. He called Justin this time and left a message. “Hey,” Brian said. “It’s me. I just wanted to let you know that you’re a fucking asshole. You can fucking disappear. I don’t fucking give a fuck about it,” Brian informed him. “Oh and you can burn my shit because I’m going to burn yours! You insane, stupid, idiotic prick!” Brian felt satisfied with himself. He sat on the sofa and threw his head back. He wanted to go to sleep but couldn’t. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He was pacing around trying to come up with a solution. He was about to call Justin again when the door to the loft opened and Justin came in. “I received your message,” Justin told him. “And you’re the insane stupid idiotic prick!” “Fuck you!” Brian hissed. “No, fuck you!” Justin shouted. “You’re drunk!” “I’m not!” Brian disagreed. “Then you’re a total shit!” Justin told him. “And yes, I’m burning your shit up.” “Fine!” Brian screamed. Justin glared at him but instead of leaving he walked to the bedroom. Brian went after him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Brain asked him. “I’m going to puke,” Justin informed him as he went to the bathroom. “Get the fuck out, Justin!” Brian yelled angry. Justin did the only thing he could. He took off one of his shoes and threw it at Brian. Brian managed to close the door in time before the offending object hit him. He started muttering to himself that Justin had lost his mind as he went to the living room to close the door. Brian turned off the lights and set the alarm. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed when he felt his head about to explode and the alcohol in his blood really setting in. Things started to go around in circles. He heard the shower running and for a moment wondered what was going on. Then he remembered that Justin was there. He groaned but didn’t try to get up to stop Justin. Justin came out a while later and got in the bed. “I’m so tired. I think lettuce was coming out of my nose.” “That’s disgusting,” Brian muttered without opening his eyes. “I know,” Justin said. “And odd, I didn’t eat lettuce.” Brian opened his eyes. “What do you want? Stop talking, you’re giving me a headache.” “Go puke like I did,” Justin told him. “You’ll feel better.” “Shut the fuck up, Justin,” Brian hissed. “Just go to sleep.” The loft was silent for a few minutes. Justin sighed. “I’m not really going to burn your things.” Brian opened his eyes slowly. “Okay, me neither.” “And I’m not really going to stop fucking you,” Justin said as his eyes closed slowly. He yawned. “I didn’t really mean that.” “I didn’t mean what I said on the phone,” Brian whispered. “I was just really pissed at you.” Justin nodded. “If you don’t want to go to the show you don’t have to.” “Thanks,” Brian told him. “Okay,” Justin muttered as he moved closer to Brian. “Night, stupid prick.” “Night, insane idiot,” Brian told him. There was another long silence and suddenly Brian was talking. “What?” Justin asked in a groggy voice unable to understand the brunet. “I said...that you weren’t supposed to be drinking,” Brian repeated. Justin cringed. “Shut up and go to sleep.” Brian sighed before he fell asleep. By the time morning came they were wrapped around each other.