Brian walked into Justin’s office and to one of his favourite sights. Justin, bent over his desk, ass up in the air, pointed towards the door. He continued to stare, glad that Justin hadn’t noticed his entrance, allowing Brian to indulge in a few fantasies centering on that ass (these days all his fantasies were). Just as Brian was about to pull down the blonde’s pants when he decided that fantasies weren’t enough, did Justin notice his presence. “Don’t even think about it Kinney.” “Why not?” Brian pouted, making Justin rethink, stopping him. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? For lunch?” Brian emphasized his last word but moved closer and bit Justin’s neck, knowing just how that made the boy’s eyes roll back into his head. Regaining his thoughts Justin pulled his head back and looked at the brunette. “No, I wanted to talk to you about the new Eyeconic ads, but if we get through this fast enough I think we may have time for a quickie… lunch that is.” Brian groaned while he imagined all the things he wanted to do to the lithe body. When all of Justin’s words caught up with Brian he immediately backed away from the tongue currently attached to his ear. “What’s wrong with the Eyeconic ads?” Justin smiled. Brian reacted just as he thought he would. “The colour,” Justin said while he reached over to the boards he had been hunched over. “It’s the wrong one.” “What’s wrong with blue? It’s the ocean, the beach, brings a calm, happy feeling, and allows us to use half-naked men and actually have a reason for it.” “Well, I know how much half-naked men mean to you, so I wouldn’t do anything that would take them away, but I think we should use range,” Justin said matter-of-factly. “We can use like, a sunset, so you get your buff men in Speedos and the orange will draw the eye.” “Since when do men in Speedos not catch attention?” Brian said, defending his blue background. “And I'm sure that it being your favourite colour has nothing to do with it.” “Of course not,” Brian said. Actually, before he had met Justin he had scoffed at the idea and would answer black… or flesh tones depending on his mood. But for as long as he had known Justin he had an odd favoring of the colour blue. “I’m sure,” Justin said with a small smile that showed that he knew why Brian liked the colour so much. “It just makes more sense, orange is vibrant, eye-catching and loud. It’ll compliment the sunglasses and bring even more attention to the hot guys.” Brian raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Justin knew this meant to continue. You don’t spend a year under Brian Kinney and not learn the language. “Here. I made a mock-up. What do you think?” “Print the final draft. I want it on my desk by 6.” Justin looked up at Brian confused since he usually put up more of a fight even after both of them knew that Justin was right. However, one look in Brian’s darkened eyes told him all he needed to know. Justin licked his lips and walked closer to Brian. Brian killed the urge to jump Justin while he was talking, but his effort proved most moot as soon as the blonde’s pink tongue (God he loved that tongue) ran over his lips. He grabbed the blonde by the shirttails hanging out of his baby blue sweater and smashed his lips onto Justin’s. Justin moaned into Brian’s mouth when he felt the brunette’s tongue push past his lips as his hands groped Justin’s bubble butt. They kissed frantically as hands scrambled to grab anything within reach. Once the need for clothes was surpassed by their need for each other (and Justin’s ass had been squeezed enough that every time something touched it he whimpered and shook), Brian began to tear at Justin’s belt, eager to feel the soft (and hard) flesh underneath. Justin’s hips thrust forward and crashed into Brian’s when the brunette’s lips started making their way down Justin’s neck. Brian licked back up to Justin’s ear and reveled in the taste that was unique to his blonde. “Brian,” Justin breathed. “Now.” With that one word clothes and limbs went flying in every direction and soon all the papers on Justin’s desk joined his pants on the floor as Brian cleared it in one giant sweep of his arm. Brian’s dick got impossibly harder as Justin wrapped his legs around his waist. “Brian,” Justin moaned hugging Brian closer to him and pressing their bodies even tighter against each other. Brian kissed down his neck and started unbuttoning Justin’s shirt with his mouth. Justin grabbed the back of Brian’s neck and pulled him to his lips. Brian moaned into Justin’s mouth and pulled the shirt off. He started concentrating on the blonde’s belt. Their hands bumped together as they were pulling on each other’s belt buckles. Brian was the first to get Justin's pants undone. He pulled them down as far as he could and moved his hands to Justin's ass. Justin thrust forward one more. He finally got Brian’s zipper down and his mouth watered when the nine (nine and a half, Brian swears) inch cock sprang free of its confines. Brian laid Justin on the desk and pulled the pants completely off. Justin panted in anticipation for what was about to come. Brian kneeled over Justin and kissed him as he reached for the lube in his back pocket. Justin shivered when he heard the sound of the cap being popped open. Brian groaned as he felt Justin’s hole squeeze around the lubed finger he entered into him. No matter how many times they fucked Justin was always tight. One night, after a particularly hot fuck, Brian asked Justin about it. Justin responded that it was a young people thing and that Brian couldn’t possibly understand. That earned him some spanking and a hard fuck that could hardly qualify as punishment. Justin started withering and pushed back as Brian entered the second finger into his quivering hole. “Brian, now!” Justin screamed breathily. How could he not take up an offer like that? Justin whimpered at the loss of the fingers and hated the empty feeling inside him whenever any part of Brian left his body. The moments between Brian taking his fingers out and putting his condom on were always the slowest, most excruciating moments of Justin's life. The sound of a wrapper being torn made Justin's dick twitch. Soon, Brian’s cock pressed against his hole. When it passed the first ring of muscle both men simultaneously groaned and rolled their eyes into the back of their heads. “Faster Bri!” The sound of Justin calling him “Bri” made him lose all control (though he’d never admit it). He thrust into Justin in one swift move. They quickly found a rhythm. Brian’s breath hitched in his throat every time Justin squeezed his muscles. H knew he was already close. He always was when it came to the blonde. He began pumping Justin’s dick. Justin moaned out loud at the doubled sensations while strings of Yes! Now! More! and Harder! spilled from his mouth. Brian’s own release of fucks, Justin’s, and Gods were moaned into Justin's ear. As they both got closer to euphoria their thrusts became wild and untamed. Their minds cleared of any thought that wasn’t the other’s name. Lips and hands clamored to feel hot skin. Brian’s lips claimed Justin's and their lips battled inside each other’s mouths. Brian began to work his hand faster on Justin's cock and Justin squeezed himself around Brian even more. Finally, he came with a scream of Brian’s name. Brian followed soon after with a guttural sound seemingly ripped from his lungs. The next fifteen minutes were spent with the lovers trying to catch their breath. Justin was the first to break the peaceful silence in order to bring them back to reality. “We have to get up now.” “Why?” “There’s a letter opener poking my ass.” “Funny, I thought you liked things poking you in the ass.” Justin laughed sarcastically but whimpered when Brian pulled out of him. Brian inwardly whimpered as well from the sudden cold on his dick. “Ow, fuck!” Brian looked at Justin with a raised eyebrow silently asking the boy what was wrong. “I’m stuck,” Justin pouted. Brian smirked and before he could stop, started laughing his ass off. Apparently, the sweat from their “lunch” had glued Justin to his glass desk. “Shut up!” Brian tried to stop laughing but couldn’t stop the edges of his lips from twitching upwards. But it wasn’t really his fault, the site of a naked Justin stuck to a desk was both extremely hot and extremely funny. Justin rolled his eyes. Brian may like playing the part of the big bad, but sometimes he could be just as juvenile as everyone else. Part of Justin was smiling though. It wasn’t often anyone got to see Brian truly laugh, and it was a shame because his full guttural laugh was something special. Eventually, Brian helped Justin off of the desk and watched him as he got dressed. “So, your place tonight? I have something very special planned.” “Huh?” Brian questioned, unknowingly admitting that he’d been top distracted by the blonde’s succulent ass to actually pay attention to a word he had said. “Tonight. You. Me. Handcuffs. Maybe a third party?” Justin said, mimicking Brian’s tongue in cheek expression perfectly. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Brian grabbed Justin by his waist once again and kissed him again. Just as Justin was really getting into it Brian pulled away and said, “That’s for teasing me with your ass in the air when I walked in and licking your lips every time you ended a sentence. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” “What are you talking about?” Justin asked with his brows furrowed together. Brian simply smirked and walked out of the office in a better mood than he had been when he entered, leaving Justin with the final thought: Damn. How’d he know?