Brian Kinney had had just about enough of California. The commercial that was being shot for the Dragonfly Clothing Company was going at a snail's pace. It was an easy concept, and yet the creator of the line, Brian’s client, was having a duck on a minute-by-minute basis. Fucking queens. Brian thought as, yet again, the shoot had to be stopped because the client was again unhappy with the way the models were wearing his clothes. His expression of utter despair was laughable. "These are not sackcloth." He bitched. "They have a personality and need to express themselves." Brian's fingertips went to his temple. He had a killer headache and was fast developing a nasty attitude. He was about to express that attitude when Cynthia intervened. "Here." She said handing her boss two tablets and bottled water. He nodded his thanks and shook his head. "Do your clothes have a 'personality', Cynthia?" He asked mocking the client's bitchy lisp under his breath. "Better be careful." She sang. "If you lose this account, Ryder'll have your ass." "It would almost be worth it." Brian smirked looking back at the set, as a new take was about to start. "Jesus, will this ever end." "Patience." Cynthia said. Brian glared at her as she just smiled back at him. All told it had taken yet another 6 takes to finish the commercial. Brian got back to his hotel just before 9. He was exhausted and his only desire was food, sleep, and sex, not necessarily in that order. He said good night to Cynthia at the elevator and slowly made it to his door. As soon as he entered his room, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it over a chair. He then picked up the room service menu. He was about to order, when he decided to just go down to the bar. He could eat there then head to West Hollywood. He knew a few bars there that might be fun and take care of another of his needs. He smiled to himself and headed to the bathroom to shower. -- The bar was nearly empty as Brian walked in. It was a Tuesday evening after all. He sat at the bar, ordered a beer and then scanned the room. Not much to see. An older man was sitting in the corner reading the newspaper and nursing what looked like a martini. A young couple was sitting in a booth next to the window. Brian could hear their muffled words and occasional laughter. He then caught the eye of another man sitting at the opposite end of the bar. The guy seemed to be watching Brian with rapt interest. His eyes fell to the bar in front of him as soon as he realized Brian was looking back at him. Figuring that maybe he wouldn't have to go all the way to West Hollywood for what he required, Brian decided to move closer to the guy. Although, he seemed decidedly uncomfortable with Brian's presence, he didn’t move away. Brian took that as a good sign. He was good looking in a clean-cut nice guy kind of way. He was wearing a suit and tie, which he tugged at slightly. He drained his drink and set the glass back on the bar. "Can I buy you another?" Brian asked. The guy jumped like he'd been shocked. He reminded Brian of a dear caught in a set of oncoming headlights. "A drink? Can I buy you another one?" After thinking about it for what seemed like hours, he nodded. "Sure, thanks." Brian caught the bartender's attention and ordered two more drinks. "So, what brings you here?" Brian asked. "Nothing, really." "Nothing? You sure?" "I just broke up with my fiancée." Brian stared at the guy for a moment. Fiancée? This guy had Brian's gaydar pegged and he was talking about a fiancée. "That's tough." Brian said then carefully slid his hand onto the guy's thigh. "I can help you forget about it for a while. If you let me." The guy nearly choked on a sip of his drink and turned to stare at Brian. His eyes betraying a myriad of emotions as light crimson shaded his cheeks. He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. Brian smiled and finished his drink as well. "I have a room here." Brian explained. "Number 1209. Come on up. Unless you have someplace better to be." Brian dropped a few bills on the bar then turned and exited the room without another word. He didn't even turn to see if the guy was following him. Brian knew he would because he knew the type. Closeted, yes. Fair game, oh yes. His for the night, definitely. Brian pressed the button for the elevator just as the other guy walked up behind him. Brian could feel the heat radiating off the man. Oh yeah. Brian thought. This ought to be a lot of fun. -- Brian walked from the elevator to his room, unlocked the door leaving it open. He walked further into the room and turned on a light next to the bed. When the man didn't show up right away, Brian suspected he had chickened out and was about to close the door, when the man finally entered the room before turning to quickly close it again. Still not at all convinced that the guy wouldn't bolt, Brian crossed to the man unbuttoning his own shirt as he did. "What's your name?" Brian asked. He didn't really care, but he had a feeling that this one would feel more comfortable if Brian at least appeared to be interested. "David." He murmured. "Well, David, I'm Brian. And, you need to relax." Brian was in front of David by now. He began to slide David's suit jacket off his shoulders. David let out a breath. "That’s it. Just relax." Brian repeated as he kissed David's neck moving up to nibble of the other man's ear lobe. "I know you'll like this." Brian said pulling back to look David in the eye. "And, so do you." David looked into Brian's eyes and Brian saw all he needed to see. Lust. Pure unadulterated lust. Brian plundered David's mouth all the while unbuttoning his shirt then throwing it aside. He stopped and looked down as his hands went to David's pants. David's eyes followed a breath catching in his throat as Brian deftly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. A soft groan escaped David's lips as an insistent hand slid between his skin and the waistband of his underwear to capture his already hard cock. The amusement of Brian's face was evident as he slowly stroked up and down David's shaft. "All this for me?" Brian teased. David was nearly beyond words "Tell me what you want, David." Brian asked. He snatched David's chin forcing the other man to look at him. "Tell me." David swallowed hard and said, "Fuck me." He swallowed again. "Fuck me hard and deep." Brian chuckled. He smiled at David and pushed him back onto the bed. "As you wish." Brian breathed. Brian pulled down David's pants and underwear at once and dropped them to the side of the bed. Brian stood for a moment to lose the rest of his clothes before covering David's body with his own. He ground their erection together eliciting a deep moan from David. Brian captured David's mouth once again forcing his tongue into the accommodating mouth. He thrust his tongue deep into David's mouth licking his lips as he pulled away. David looked up at Brian his expression a mixture of fear and desire. Brian lifted his legs onto his shoulders. David's breath caught in his throat when he felt Brian's condom sheathed erection at his hole. Brian pressed forward impaling David on his hard shaft. "Oh, God." David hissed. His eyes glazing over. "You still with me, Dave?" Brian asked afraid the other man might pass out. "Yeah." David managed. "It's, um, just been awhile. Forgot." "Are you in pain?" "Nothing I can't handle." Brian nodded and started to move. He fell into a hard, deep rhythm that had them both moaning and groaning from the sensations. David pulled Brian's head down capturing his mouth with the same enthusiasm as Brian had earlier till they were both breathless. "Harder." David breathed. Brian licked David's lips and thrust harder into the other man's tight hole as David's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. The other man met Brian thrust for thrust. All hesitation gone now as they pushed one another closer and closer to climax. With a low grunt, David came coating Brian's chest and stomach with pearly ropes of semen. Brian felt the contraction of David's hole and lost it. He shouted as he came deep inside David collapsing onto the other man's chest. They lay there like that for several minutes as they waited to catch their breath. Brian finally rolled off of David removing the condom and disposing of in the bedside trashcan. David lay there staring at the ceiling. Brian was about to suggest that David leave so that he could call room service for something to eat when he realized the other man had tears in his eyes. "Are you crying?" Brian asked. David cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes. "No, I'm fine." He sat up on the opposite side of the bed. "Mind if I take a shower?" "Go ahead." Brian watched the man disappear in the bathroom shaking his head. "What the fuck was that all about?" When he heard the water come on, Brian called room service. He still had not eaten and was now really starving. He hung up the phone and was pulling on a hotel robe just as David exited the bathroom also clad in a hotel robe. David said nothing as he began to gather his clothes. "So,” Brian began, "what do you do, David?" "I'm, um, I'm a funeral director." "An undertaker?" Brian chuckled. "Something like that." David said as he pulled his pants on. "Wow." Brian was genuinely impressed. "I never would have pegged you for that." "It's not as ghoulish as it sounds I assure you." David offered. "Although, there have been times when we've had to sew a corpse's mouth shut when the spirit gum wouldn't hold." "Creepy." Brian said smiling. "Well, I guess I'd better go." "Okay." Brian watched David cross toward the door. "It was . . .nice meeting you, Brian." Brian chuckled. "Yeah, nice." The End.