Author's Note: Thanks to muffin_donat2007 for the banner, and to the readers. Brian’s POV Justin and I collapse on the floor after he fucks the shit out of me. As I lie on the floor catching my breath, I wonder if life could get any better than this. When both of us catch our breath again, we get up and get dressed once more. Right as I resume my seat behind my desk, and Justin walks up behind me, I hear a knock on my office door. So Justin and I start to look over the boards for the accounts that are on my desk. As Justin suggests another color scheme, I say come in. Cynthia walks into my office, followed by Ted. “Don’t tell me the rest of the staff sent you two in to try and get a raise? That is just fucking pathetic.” I watch as Cynthia rolls her eyes, and tells me to stop acting like an ass. Then Ted tells me that Brown Athletics, Liberty Air, and Dandy Lube, have decided to use another agency. I feel myself starting to get angry, but I force it down for the moment. “Thanks for telling me, Theodore. Now get the fuck out of my office.” Cynthia shoots me a nasty look as she and Ted leave my office. Sighing, I get up and then grab the boards that are sitting on my desk. I hold onto them, and try to decide what to do. Brown Athletics and Liberty Air are our biggest clients. I just can’t fucking believe that someone else had a better campaign than we did. I angrily run my hand through my hair, as I try to come up with what we are going to do now. “Fuck!” I quickly reach past Justin, and press 1. Debbie is 1 on my speed dial, and I wait for her to pick up. When she does, I ask if she can keep the kids for the night, instead of just a couple of hours. When she agrees, I tell her that Justin and I will pick up some clothes for the kids, and then drop it off at her house, before returning here to work some more. Then I hang up, and turn to Justin. “This is going to be a long night. If you have any plans tomorrow, you might want to call and push them back, or cancel them. Or… You know what? Fuck it. Just fuck it. Fuck all of it. I’ll fix this shit on my own.” I get up before Justin can even say anything, and I storm out of my office, heading for the art department. As I walk inside, everyone freezes. “We are going to do this my way. I know what the client wants, and we are going to give it to them. I let this set of boards go, because I wanted to see if any of you knew what needed to be fixed. Well guess what? We lost the Brown Athletics, Liberty Air, and Dandy Lube accounts! So all of you are going to do what I say, or you’ll all be collecting unemployment!” Then I toss down the boards I was looking at in my office. “Fix this shit the way it’s supposed to be, or get your asses to the unemployment office!” I bark, and then walk out of the art department, running right into Justin. He looks like a frightened child at this moment in time. The blonde opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him. “Don’t say a fucking word.” Justin looks like he wants to argue, but I don’t give him the chance. Instead, I pick up my car keys, and motion Justin out of my office. I tell the blonde that we are going to go and pick up some clothes for the kids, but before we do that, I need to make another quick trip to the art department. When I walk back in, the entire place goes silent. “Those boards better be finished when I get back. That gives you an hour. If they’re not to my satisfaction, your asses are gone.” Then I walk back out, with Justin hurrying to catch up with me. “Brian, what was all of that about? You were kind of mean to the staff.” I turn around to face Justin, and sighing, I explain. “Listen Justin, since you’re still new to this, I’ll explain. They either do their jobs correctly, or they don’t have a job anymore. Okay? That’s as simple as I can put it. They fuck up, they’re gone. That’s all there is to it. I don’t have the time or energy to fix everyone’s fuck ups.” I drive to pick up the kids, and their things. When we are about to leave Debbie’s house, I kiss her on the cheek and say, “Thanks mom. Also, when Vic gets in, tell him I say hello and that I’ll meet him tomorrow for breakfast to chat.” Debbie nods, and after Justin and I kiss our children goodbye once more, we go back to the agency. When we return to the agency, I’m pleased to see a new and improved set of boards waiting on my desk as we walk in. I take a seat behind my desk, and immediately start going over the boards with a critical eye. Justin sits there for a few minutes, looking scared that I might start yelling at him too. After I assure the blonde that I’m not going to yell at him, we work throughout the night on the boards, trying to spot and fix anything and everything that could possibly be wrong with the boards. When we finally finish everything, I stretch out on the floor, and light up a cigarette. I haven’t had one in months, and as I take that first puff, a feeling of peace settles over me. I motion with the cigarette in Justin’s direction, but he just gives me a disapproving look and shakes his head no. I shrug, and then finish the cigarette off a few minutes later. I continue to lay stretched out on the floor, wondering what to do with the few hours we have left. Today is Friday, and the agency doesn’t open again for another few hours. Finally I get up, and pull Justin with me. I ask if he wants to come back with me to my loft and the blonde nods his head in agreement. So we make our way out of the building, with me closing and locking everything behind us. We get into my car once more, and then start on the way to my loft. When we arrive at the loft several minutes later, I nearly drag Justin from my car, and into the building. We take the elevator to my loft, and when we reach my floor, I quickly unlock my door and turn off the alarm. When we are inside, and the door is closed and locked once more, I set the alarm again. Then I push Justin in the direction of my bedroom, and I quickly push him onto my bed. I start ripping his clothes from his body, in my need to touch and taste his smooth and creamy skin. When both of us are naked again, I cover Justin’s body with my own, and I start kissing and nipping at his neck. Then I slowly start the trail down. I kiss and nip at every piece of skin that I see. Pretty soon I have the blonde gasping and moaning for me to fuck him. I love the sound of him moaning, and I can’t wait to bury myself in his ass. So I quickly pull a condom from my pocket, slip it on, and then slam inside of his tight hole. I moan as his walls surround me. When Justin starts to clench and unclench his hole, his walls rubbing against me as if there is no tomorrow, I have to stop myself from coming right then and there. I slowly pull all the way out of Justin’s ass, before ever so slowly, sliding back in. I do this several times, before the blonde starts begging me to speed up. So I do, and I reach around and grab Justin’s dick, starting to jerk him off. Before either of us knows it, we are both coming and coming and coming once more. I try to catch my breath as I slide out of Justin. We both moan at the loss, but other than that, the loft is filled with silence. After we both come down from our orgasms, I get up, and lead Justin to the shower. I let him fuck me again, and then we take a real shower afterwards. I step out of the shower a while later. I grab a towel, and then hand it to Justin. Then I quickly grab one for myself. I dry off, and then leave the bathroom completely naked, and go to my closet to get some clothes. I get dressed, and then I grab the clothes that Justin had left the last time he was here. I washed them and the blonde looks fucking great in them. So I bring the clothes to Justin, who is standing in the bathroom getting trying to get warm yet again, after leaving our warm shower. I watch as he gets dressed once more, and I can’t help the smirk that crosses my features as I stare at the blonde. We each have breakfast, with Justin eating enough to feed an army, and me just having a cup of coffee. I know that I should be eating something, but I’m just not hungry. I watch as Justin devours the food in front of him, and I wonder where the fuck he puts all of the food that he eats. Christ. If I ever ate like that, I’d be as fucking big as a house. Lucky little shit. I finish my cup of coffee, just as Justin finishes his first part of his breakfast. I fill my cup once more with coffee, and I just continue to watch amazed, as Justin eats twice his weight in breakfast foods. After several minutes though, I can’t stand it. I get up, and call my trainer, to tell him that I’ll be over after work tonight. When I hang up, Justin looks at me and says, “What do you have a trainer for? Why do you even think that you need one? You’re way too skinny enough as it is. You should actually eat sometimes, you know. Eating is one of those things that keep us alive.” I look at Justin and then say, “Yeah, but it’s also the thing that makes people blow up like a house.” Justin sighs and then rolls his eyes at me. “Whatever. Just remember that your doctors said that you need to eat. You should listen to them. Besides, what good are you to Gus if you can’t even get out of bed?” I hate listening to Justin fuss at me, even though he does make a good point. I guess I just don’t like dealing with people who try to tell me what to do. So we go to work, and the day is long. By the time I’m through working for the day, I’m exhausted. I go and pick up Gus from Debbie’s house, and then we return to the loft. Justin and Kyla are probably at home playing games and doing all sorts of fun things. Gus and I play video games for a while, but I feel myself starting to get tired. Ever since I’ve been feeling better from the cancer, I’ve been working three times as hard. I want to be able to give Gus all of the things that I never got to have, when growing up. The only thing that I can never give him, that I know he wants, is Lindsay and Melanie back. Shit, if I could get them back, I would. I hate seeing how sad my Sonny boy is, because he misses his mom’s. So every day I try to be both of his mother’s, his father, and everything else under the sun for Gus. Then I try to be everything that I can for my friends, and the family, and everything that I can at work. I just… It’s all getting to be too much for me to handle. Something is going to have to give.