******* It was the sound of a fist colliding against heavy flesh that roused Justin from his sleep. Squinting from the morning light, he glances at the clock. “It’s only seven…Brian…” he moans into his pillow, knowing full well that his lover was unable to hear him from the next room. A grunt follows and then a thud as more sounds of a hard beating echo through-out the loft. “Fuck, Bri, can’t you do this on your own time?” Justin mutters, slowly sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. A smile slowly grazes his lips as the soreness hits him from the night before. He loved waking up sore after a night of fantastic fucking. Closing the door behind him, Justin turns on the shower to drown out the pathetic noises coming out of Brian’s object of anger. He figures it had something to do with Stavros. Frankly, he didn’t care. Within a few minutes, the blonde saunters to the kitchen, his hair still wet, wearing only a pair of jeans. Brian barely acknowledges him as he speaks in a vehemently low voice to the battered man at his feet. Justin yawns, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Glancing up, he frowns. The wooden floor was already stained with blood. Shit, why couldn’t he conduct his business on a carpet? Shaking his head, he sips his coffee. Before he can say a word however, his eyes finally travel to his lover’s appearance. Justin’s breath hitches as his cock twitches at the sight before him. Brian’s face is flushed. His soft brown hair, tussled and tinged with sweat. His strong arms are practically vibrating within his own skin and his black wife-beater clings to his lean body with absolute perfection. As Justin’s eyes travel to his partner’s ass, he stifles a groan to realize that Brian is almost as hard as him. Brian’s jeans are shaded red by splattered bits of blood and his bare feet carelessly step on the crimson puddles beneath him. Kicking the barely conscious man one last time, Brian reaches for his gun. Justin is on his knees in front of Brian without a word and quickly undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans and pulls Brian’s pants down to his knees in one swift movement before engulfing his long, hard cock in one delicious swoop. “Oh Fuuuuck…” Brian moans, dropping his arms to his sides. “Oh fuck…” the bruised and battered soon to be ex-employee groans as he tries to cover his face. Taking Brian’s gun, Justin quickly turns to the interruption and shoots the man between the eyes before returning to his original task of sucking and worshipping Brian’s cock. “Mmm…. Fuck, Jus…you’re so fuckin’….” Brian tries to complete his sentence but loses his train of thought as Justin’s tongue runs under his shaft and his mushroom tip hits the back of the blonde’s throat. Justin moans, hungrily sucking Brian off like he’s the best tasting candy of earth (and to Justin, he is) until he cums with a delicious groan. Licking him clean, Justin smiles, still on his knees, “You make me so fuckin’ hot sometimes…” “Sometimes?” Brian asks, eyebrow arched. Chuckling, Justin stands up, “Always, asshole.” Brian grins, “No shit,” and without a word, steps out of his jeans and heads to the shower. Justin sighs, “Tease,” and goes to call the cleaners before joining his partner in the bathroom.