Brian is happy to see Justin talk with such enthusiasm, but he can’t help but feel a nagging suspicion. It’s not hard to believe that this Olga-person would recognize Justin; Justin has always been able to make incredible impressions on people when given the opportunity. Brian frowns, wishing he could place his finger on what was wrong. Justin looks up at Brian and smiles, and Brian can’t help but smile back. “It’s an incredible opportunity… and it sounds safe, don’t you think so, Brian?” Justin asks, his voice suddenly dropping an octave. Brian can’t help but continue smiling at his husband. Hirshhorn museum was an incredible opportunity, and DC was far enough from Pittsburgh that it could very well be safe if Justin uses JT Kinney instead of ‘Justin Taylor.’ “Is the director still in town? Maybe we can take her out to dinner tomorrow and get some more details,” he suggests, wanting to get as much information from this woman as possible. Justin beams, “Really?” He wasn’t sure how Brian and Molly were going to react to the news, and is just stunned that everything is going so well. Turning to Molly, he waits for the final verdict. Molly sighs, leaning back on her chair, “I guess visiting DC wouldn’t be too bad. Can I bring a couple of friends with me? I would have more fun that way.” Justin chuckles; of course his sister would find a way to benefit from this alteration. Brian sips his wine and smiles at his husband. Justin, returning the gaze, grins widely. Things were going to be okay. Justin just knew it. ---- LATER THAT NIGHT----- Molly’s CD player starts to blast, surrounding the apartment with her usual musical genre. “You know,” Justin muses, “She has headphones, an MP3 player, and an Ipod… and yet she insists on making us listen to this shit.” Brian grins as he walks up behind his lover. Kissing Justin’s shoulder, he murmurs, “Maybe she just knows we’re going to fuck, and wants to drown out the sounds?” Making a face, Justin tries to turn and face Brian as he scowls, “That’s just wrong, Brian. Don’t make me think about what my little sister is thinking about!” Keeping a hold of his lover, Brian chuckles softly. Sliding his hands under Justin’s shirt, he suggests, “How about instead: you think about my long, hard cock riding up your ass?” Before Justin can respond, Brian pulls the blonde’s shirt over his head and tosses it onto the bed before continuing to kiss the back of his lover’s neck. “Mmmm,” Justin manages to say, closing his eyes as he focuses on his husband’s tender lips against his skin. “Let me be the first to congratulate you,” Brian comments, snaking his hands around to undo Justin’s jeans, “on such a fine accomplishment,” pushing his lover’s jeans down, his long fingers gracefully wrap around Justin’s hardening cock, “and such a large honor as well,” slowly he starts to pump Justin’s dick, smiling softly at the soft moan emitting from his partner’s mouth. “You’ve worked long…and… hard…---” “Just fuck me already.” Never needing to be told more than once, Brian pulls out a condom, rips it open, kicks his pants off and sheathes the rubber on swiftly before quickly putting two fingers into Justin’s mouth to get wet. Within seconds, Brian pulls his fingers free and pushes them deep inside his husband’s ass. “Ah!” Justin gasps at the sudden intrusion, however immediately starts to buck his hips against his lover’s hand. “Fuck me, Brian.” Pushing Justin forward so that his lover’s hands would be on the bed, Brian slides his dick deep inside his husband’s hole and groans, “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight…” Closing his eyes, he focuses on the delicious feeling until Justin slowly pulls away, only to impale himself once more onto his husband’s enticing nine inches of glory. “Fuck, yeah,” Brian moans, arching his head back as Justin repeats his actions again and again. Watching Justin fuck himself nearly causes Brian to cum from sight alone. Grabbing the blonde by the hips, Brian slams hard into him, barely pulling out before slamming in once again. Justin frantically meets each thrust, pushing hard against Brian. Gritting his teeth, Brian tries to hold off from cumming as the pair rock hard against one another until neither can hold on any longer and cum simultaneously with a guttural moan. Falling forward onto his stomach, Justin sighs, “Holy fuck.” Brian nods, falling onto his back on the bed and discarding the condom. “Yeah. That was great.” “Mm,” Justin agrees, his eyes closed. After several minutes, Brian murmurs, “Hirshhorn is a big deal.” “I know.” Justin sighs, trying to open his eyes but all the day’s excitement has him worn, “It’s an incredible opportunity, and just think about all the exposure from it.” Rolling onto his side, he smiles sleepily at his husband. Exposure. Just what I don’t want for my husband right now. “And it’ll be in November?” Justin nods his head, touching Brian’s cheek, he asks, “Do you think it will all be over by then?” Brian stares at him for a few moments. He sees the hope, the hidden desperation. What could be say? “Maybe.” Grinning, Justin rolls onto his back. “It’ll be great.” “What name will you use?” Brian asks, trying to sound casual. Justin exhales deeply, “I’ve been giving it some thought,” he begins. “Before or after we fucked?” Brian asks with a smirk. “Shut up, honey, and let me finish,” he warns with a mock glare. “I think I’m going to use JT Kinney.” Turning back to Brian, he waits for a response. Brian keeps his face expressionless for awhile as he lets the information sink in. He’s relieved that Justin is going to use JT Kinney instead of Justin Taylor, but something still didn’t sit right with him. He hopes that tomorrow’s dinner with Olga will help shed some more light. “Brian?” “Mm?” “Where’d you go?” Smiling softly, Brian leans forward and kisses his husband’s mouth, “I’m not going anywhere.”