Chapter Eight

“Come in!” Justin called, laying on his bed. He had an Anne Rice book open in front of him and he glanced up at the door as it opened. 

“Hey,” Brian popped his head inside, glancing at the blonde.

“Hey,” Justin said, glancing back down at his shut book. “What’s up?” he asked, sitting up. Brian came inside and closed the door.

“Nothing, really. My shift just ended, and I’m tired,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Justin waved him over and he smiled, pushing himself off the frame and walking over to the bed. He sat down next to Justin. 

“Sleepy Brian,” Justin said, laying back onto his bed. The brunette smiled, laying back as well, gathering Justin up in his arms out of instinct.

“You okay, Sunshine?” Brian asked. Justin shrugged.

“About as well as can be expected. I have a crazy stalker after me who’s murdered my best friend. And, just as I’m beginning to think that the nightmare’s over, that The Fan is in jail, we find out we got the wrong guy. I don’t know, Brian. How would you be if all this shit was happening to you?” 

“Pretty fucking terrified. And, a wreck on top of it,” Brian admitted. He tilted Justin’s head up to look at his eyes. “You’re strong, Sunshine. Believe me, you’ll get through this.” He leaned down and inch, gently pressing his lips against the blonde’s. He felt Justin reach up and wrap his arms around Brian’s neck, kissing him back. Brian let his tongue slip between his lips, tracing Justin’s bottom lip.

Just as Justin opened his mouth to him, and things started to get good, Brian’s cell phone rang. He groaned and pulled away. 

“Ignore it,” Justin pleaded, pulling his head back down and bringing their lips together once more. Brian obeyed and ignored the ringing phone, which eventually stopped ringing.

He slid his hand up the back of Justin’s t-shirt, raking his nails over the younger man’s back. He grinned when he heard Justin’s low moan.

Justin slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Brian’s pants, slipping his hand inside and grasping his rapidly stiffening cock. Brian gasped, pulling away. His head fell back and hit the headboard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Justin leaned in, alternating between soft, feather kisses and then rough bites on Brian’s neck. Once again, interrupting Brian’s pleasure, his cell phone rang. He groaned again.

“Un-fucking-believable,” he muttered, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket to see who needed to speak with him so desperately. He glanced at the ID and cursed again. “Fuck!” he said, putting his hand over Justin’s to still his motions.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s my fucking chief,” Brian informed him, opening his cell. He cleared his throat. “Kinney.”

“Kinney, it’s Beckett. We need to have a little chat,” came the voice of his police chief.

“Hey, Chief. What’s up?” 

“It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been having a physical relationship with your client,” Beckett went straight to the point.

“A physical relationship with my client?”

“You’re fucking him, Brian. You know that is not acceptable!”

“I know. And I’m not sorry.”

“Pack your shit, I’m taking you off of this case.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’m taking you off this case. Now, I want you out by tomorrow.”

“Beckett, this case is NOT over! Justin needs protection … you can‘t just abandon him!”

“Kinney, you know the rules. Falling in love with your client is a conflict of interest, you endanger him more than you protect him,” Beckett tried reasoning.

“He needs protection!” Brian couldn’t deny the love accusation, though he wanted to.

“I’m putting Thomas on it.”

“Thomas? Kip Thomas doesn’t even know what police protection IS!”

“Brian. Do not argue with me.”

“Fuck you, Beckett. There is no way I’m leaving here.”

“Then I’ll have to fire you, Kinney. You know the rules, there’s not an exception for you.”

“Fuck you. You don’t have to fire me … I quit!”

“You quit? Fine. If you mess with Thomas’ investigation in any way, we’ll have you escorted off the property, and then a restraining order drawn up. Do you hear me, Kinney?”

“Fuck you.” Brian closed his cell phone, seething.

“Brian? What’s going on?” Justin asked.

“Well, I just quit my job.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m being taken off your case. Conflict of interest.”

“So … you’re not my bodyguard anymore?” Justin asked.

“Nope,” Brian shook his head.

“Then … when are you leaving?” Justin asked, trying to hide the sadness he felt.

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I said that I’m not leaving. I don’t trust this new officer they’re bringing in farther than I can throw him,” Brian said. It wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn’t the total truth either. Justin just smiled. “What?” Brian asked when the blonde wouldn’t stop smiling at him.

“You think I’m gorgeous. You want to kiss me. You want to love me, and hug me, and marry me,” Justin sang jokingly. Brian laughed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Shut up, brat,” he said, pulling Justin in for another kiss. “Now, I do believe we were in the middle of something,” he said, grinning when Justin started moving his hand again.

End Chapter Eight
08/07/05