Justin smiled as he walked towards Brian. The brunet opened the door for him and the blond pulled a chauffeur's cap from behind him. “You have to wear this.” Brian stared at the cap and then at the blond. Justin’s smile only got wider as he waited for the brunet to take it. “We’re going to see Bobby today.” The brunet closed the door once the blond was inside. He looked at the cap in his hands and took a deep breath as he put it on. Then he got in the car and drove the younger man to his friend’s house. “Hey Brandon,” Justin said. “Brian,” the brunet said getting tired of the blond. “What?” Justin asked. “What are you talking about?” “Nothing,” Brian answered. “What do you need Mr. Taylor?” Justin grinned and crossed his legs. “So after you drop me you should get some things. I have a list and I’ll give you the money too.” “Okay,” Brian said. “Nice,” Justin told him. When they arrived at Bobby’s Justin gave Brian the list and got out of the car. The brunet stared at the list and frowned. First he could barely understand the penmanship and he was sure that the blond had done it on purpose. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He went to the diner to have some coffee. That’s where he found Emmett already sitting at one of their usual booths. “Hey,” Brian said. “Could you do me a favor?” the brunet asked as he sat in front of the tall man. “Hey, Brian,” Emmett said. “What’s with the gear?” “What?” Brian asked. “That’s a nice look,” Emmett told him and grinned. Brian took the cap off quickly. For a moment he'd forgotten that Justin had made him wear it. “Never mind that, look at this.” Emmett looked at the note and frowned. “Can you read it?” Brian asked stealing a piece of bacon from Emmett’s place. “Hey,” Emmett protested and pulled his plate closer. “I don’t know it says…saucy camera. I think.” “You know what the fuck that is?” Brian asked frowning. “Oh, it says,” Emmett said, dragging the s. “Flying saucer camera.” “It does not say that,” Brian said grabbing the paper. “It really does,” Emmett told him. “Can I keep reading the list?” Brian frowned as he gave the paper back to the younger man. “Does that even exist?” “Maybe,” Emmett told him. “Mmm.” “What?” Brian asked. “The second says…a hundred pair of star shaped sunglasses,” the man said. “Assorted colors.” “He’s doing this to get on my nerves,” Brian muttered to himself. “Because he doesn’t have anything better to do than lay on his ass all day. What he needs is a good spanking," the brunet said and the picture of him spanking the blond was affecting his cock. "Fuck me," he said to himself. “What?” Emmett asked. “Nothing,” the brunet said. “Are you talking to yourself?” Emmett asked and laughed before going back to the list. “I don’t really get the third one but the next one says twenty boxes of condoms. Any self-respecting gay man could read that even if it was in Chinese.” Brian grabbed the list and pulled it away. “It does NOT say that,” he looked at it and frowned because it really said that. “Jesus.” Brian’s phone rang and he groaned when it said D Devil. “Brandon,” Justin said. “Forget about the list. Come pick me up and we’ll go buy the stuff.” “Okay,” Brian said and hung up. Then he looked at Emmett. “He’s lacking attention. I swear to God.” Emmett frowned. “Who is it?” “I have to go,” Brian told him getting up. He put his cap on and sighed before he turned around and left. By the time Brian arrived back at Bobby’s house, Justin was outside waiting for him. He didn’t even have time to really stop before Justin was inside. “Let’s go to the mall,” Justin said. “Right,” Brian said. “Where all demons congregate,” he muttered to himself. “What?” Justin asked. “What?” Brian asked. The blond frowned. “Never mind.” Brian grinned and drove the blond and he was amused that Justin was trying to get in his nerves. He could so take him on. *** “You want me to what?” Brian asked. “Go pay for this,” Justin told him. Brian looked at the two boxes of tampons the blond had plus some vaginal cream. The brunet knew it was just another of those things that Justin and his friends had thought of. So all he had to do was do it like it didn’t faze him in the least. He grabbed the things and went to pay for everything. Then he gave everything to Justin. “What else are we doing today?” Brian asked. Justin pouted and then squared his shoulders. “I’m going shopping. You wait for me in the car.” So Brian did just that. After the first hour he was smirking. When two hours went by he got out of the car and stretched. He walked around the parking lot for a while as he waited. When three hours went by he was back to amusement. When another hour went by he was irritated. Two more hours and he was hungry and pissed at the blond for being such a brat. Those awful murdering thoughts would never leave him, he thought. He had tried to call Justin a few times but the blond wasn’t answering him. So he decided to go back to the mall and try to find the blond himself. He went store after store where Justin might be. Then he started going to all of them. The first place he had gone to was the food court but had no luck. He was tired of walking around and searching for the blond. When he had no luck whatsoever he went back to the car. “That little asshole,” the brunet muttered. “I’m going to kill him.” Brian pulled out a cigarette and started smoking. He leaned against the car and wondered if he could find another job that paid as well. He had thought that the job was going to be easy, how wrong he was. He sighed knowing there had to be a reason why a man was paying him fifteen dollars an hour. Because Craig Taylor had to know his son was the spawn from hell. “Brandon,” Justin hissed. Brian threw his cigarette on the floor and stared at the blond. The boy had like a hundred bags. “I’ve been calling you nonstop,” the blond said. “Do you know how heavy all of this is?” Brian quickly went to help him. Then he got everything on trunk of the car. He pulled his cell phone out and there weren’t any calls. “I left like six text messages,” Justin told him smiling. Brian stared at the blond. “I don't get text messages. It’s not in my plan.” “What kind of cheap plan is that?” Justin asked. “The one I can afford,” Brian told him. He was so angry with the blond. The teenager couldn’t possibly think everyone had the money to buy what they wanted. “Mmm, bunch of excuses,” Justin said. “I’m hungry. Let’s go home. I feel like a home-cooked meal.” Brian was glad. When they were at the house he could feed with the other employees and he was starving. Once they arrived the blond made Brian take everything to his room. When Brian came down he went to the kitchen where Mary served him some food. “How is it going?” Peter asked. Brian shrugged. “It’s okay,” he lied. “I’m Jake,” the guy next to Brian said. “I take care of Mrs. Taylor’s garden.” Brian nodded. “Brandon,” Justin said coming into the kitchen. “I want to see Vaughn. When are you going to be done?” Brian stood up. “I’m ready when you are.” Justin smirked and nodded before he left the kitchen. Brian was going to leave when Mary stopped. “Sit down and eat, Brian,” she told him. “He’s going to be in his room laughing his ass off while you’re sitting in the car waiting for him.” “That brat,” Brian hissed and then looked at them. “Sorry.” Peter and Jake were laughing. “He did the same to Spencer the first few days or when he was angry at someone or something,” Peter told the brunet. “He’s a good kid but…you know. He’s parents have spoiled him to no end.” “He needs attention,” Brian told them. “He’s starving for it,” Peter said sadly. Brian frowned. He ate his food and thanked Mary for it. Then he left hoping that Justin wasn’t waiting for him. He got in the car and waited for the blond. Ten minutes later Justin came out grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Brian drove to Vaughn’s house with a smirk of his own. Oh he could play the blond’s game. He just had to calm down and slowly he would beat Justin at his own game. *** By the time Justin came out of Vaughn’s house, three hours later, Brian was sitting on the hood of the car talking with Michael. “Who are you talking to?” Justin asked. Brian almost let the phone drop. “Jesus Christ, you scared the crap out of me.” Justin laughed and then frowned. “Who are you talking to?” “No one,” Brian said. “I’ll talk to you later, Mikey.” Justin pouted and went to get in the car. Brian sighed and got in the car as well. “Where to Mr. Taylor?” “Home,” Justin told him dryly. “I start school tomorrow you know.” Brian nodded slowly. His schedule was going to change. Now he was going to be driving to school in the mornings. Then he would be back at the house. And by seven or eight he would be done because Justin couldn’t go out past that time. Except weekends where he would be back to working pretty much all day for the blond but still he was getting his nights back and he couldn’t be happier about it. “Brandon,” Justin said. “What?” Brian asked acidly. “Stop to buy me some beer,” the blond said. “Uh,” Brian muttered. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not?” Justin asked. “I’m giving you an order.” “I’ll tell your father,” Brian told him. “I’ll get you fired,” Justin told him. “One way or another.” Brian sighed. Great, he thought, just what he needed. “What do you want then?” Justin frowned. “Um, just any beer.” “Of course,” the brunet muttered. “What would you get if it was for you, Brandon?” Justin asked arching his brow. “Nothing,” Brian lied. “I didn’t drink until I was twenty one.” “Is that a lie?” Justin asked. “Maybe,” Brian said smiling. Justin laughed and Brian frowned. It was the first time he heard Justin laughing at something he'd said. "Do you want to go to Babylon to have the beers, Mr. Taylor?" Brian asked. “No,” Justin said. “I want to take them back home.” “Uh,” Brian started. “I have a place for myself at the back,” Justin said. “It used to be my studio.” Brian wondered why Justin was even talking to him. But as long as it meant that he didn’t have to run all around Pittsburgh getting stuff for the blond that he really didn’t need, it was okay with him. He stopped and got a six pack for the blond. Then he drove straight home hoping that the blond wouldn't come up with another bad idea. "Thanks for the beer," Justin said when they parked the car at the back of the estate in front of Justin's studio. “I’m going to get fired anyway, you know” Brian told him. “If you get drunk it's my ass.” Justin laughed. “Come on, get the beer.” Brian did and followed the blond. He briefly wondered if it was just another of the blond’s plans. That somehow he was planning for them to get caught and then Brian would be blamed and fired. When they got into the studio Brian put the beers on the table and looked around. “My father turned this into a studio for me. This was a guest house,” Justin said. “I used to like drawing. I used to have a lot of drawings but I gave them all away. I haven't painted in a long time." “Why did you stop?” Brian asked, wondering if the blond even took a breath before talking. Justin shrugged. “So, what about you Brandon?” Brian shook his head. He got one for the blond and one for himself. “Mr. Taylor. My name is Brian.” “Yeah, sure,” Justin said before he took a sip of his beer. “I used to like taking pictures,” Brian told him. “That’s nice Bradley,” Justin told him. “You know,” Brian said. He was just so pissed at the kid. He couldn’t stand him. The boy was a total brat. “I have to go. I’m going to pick you up at seven thirty.” “You don’t give me orders, Bradley,” Justin told him coldly. “Remember that.” Brian frowned as Justin glared at him and he nodded. “And you can’t leave if I don’t say your job is over for the day,” Justin pointed out. Brian pictured himself living in prison for having comitted murder and it wasn’t so bad. “Do you need to go someplace, Mr. Taylor?” Justin cleared his throat as he glared at Brian. “Why do you want to leave?” he asked. “Going to your boyfriend, Mikey?” Brian was shocked to say the least. Who the fuck did the blond thought he was demanding to know so much about his life? “I don’t have a boyfriend, Mr. Taylor.” Justin arched a brow. “So who was he?” “A friend,” Brian answered. The blond narrowed his eyes at Brian. “Can I leave, Mr. Taylor? Tomorrow is a big day for you," Brian said. "Just go, Bradley but be warned never to assume that you can tell me anything," the blond said. He watched as Brian turned around and left. The blond pouted, not happy at all that Brian hadn't stayed with him to drink the beers. He sighed and left the beer he'd been drinking next to Brian's untouched one. Then he went up to the second floor and looked around at the place. It was very clean. He remembered when it used to be a mess of colors everywhere. He smiled as he walked to the easel and opened the sketchpad. Then he grabbed one of his drawing pencils and started drawing the man that was haunting his dreams. *** "How's life treating you these days?" Ted asked. Brian growled at the man. "That bad?" Emmett asked. Michael threw them a look that told them to back off. "Is everyitng okay?" Emmett asked concerned. "It's fine," Brian said and sighed. "It's just that damn kid." "The one you work for?" Emmett asked. Brian nodded and took a sip from his beer. "I'm going to fucking choke him to death." Ted shook his head. "What did he do now?" "He's calling me Bradley now," Brian said. "And he fucking talks to me like I'm trash." "Jesus," Emmett whispered. "He needs attention but fuck," Brian hissed. "Sometimes I just want to fucking tell him to fuck off." "You're taking it awfully hard, don't you think?" Ted asked. "He's just a kid." "He's the devil," Brian pointed out. "He's a fucking brat who thinks he deserves everything. God, I wish I could..." "What?" Ted asked. "Spank the shit out of him," Brian said. "Just bend him over my knee and give it to him." "Kinky," Michael said and laughed. Brian sighed. "Is he hot?" Emmett asked. "Em," Michael protested. "He's just a stupid kid. The key word being kid." "He's hot," Brian told them. "He's a blue-eyed blond with creamy vanilla skin and an ass to die for." "Looks like someone has been having wet dreams," Emmett joked as he leaned against the bar. Brian shrugged. "I would do him." "Please don't," Ted said. "Are you nuts? You would be thrown in jail. Plus you said he's a total brat." Brian smirked. "I could so teach him to be a polite little boy." "You are so devious, Brian," Michael told him shaking his head. "Just keep it inside your pants." "Like I would want anything to do with that brat," Brian said. "That's not what it sounded like," Emmett said. "Uh, never mind. I'll see you guys later," he said as he saw someone he liked dancing a few feet away. "I was only joking," Brian told Ted and Michael. "Right," Ted said hoping that was the truth. Michael rolled his eyes knowing that Brian never joked about sex. If he said that he would do the kid then he meant it. He shook his head knowing that if Justin was any different the brunet wouldn't have thought it twice before jumping his bones. But apparently Justin wasn't interested and Brian didn't have a chance in Hell with him. *** Brian waited for Justin to get out of school. In the morning the blond had barely said a thing to him. For some reason Justin was angered yet again. He was starting to know the blond. The angrier Justin got the more paying he would have to do even if it wasn’t his fault. “Hey Justin!” Bobby yelled. Brian got out of the car and opened the door for the blond. “What?” Justin asked. “I will rip your balls and make you eat them!” she yelled and laughed. Brian frowned. “Sweet man,” Vaughn said as he pulled Bobby towards her car. Justin laughed and got inside the Mercedes. Brian wondered what had happened. “So did you have a good day at school, Mr. Taylor?” Justin sighed. “Oh yeah,” the blond told him. “You could say I did.” The brunet wanted to ask what had happened but didn’t. When they got home Justin told him he needed to get something out of his room and that he needed his help. When Brian got there the room was a total mess. “Bradley,” Justin said. “Start making the bed. I’m going to take a shower. When you’re done with that you can clean the rest of my room.” “What?” Brian asked taken aback. “Are you deaf?” Justin asked. “And hurry up about it.” “Justin,” Brian said. Justin turned around. “What?” he said as he took off his tie and threw it on the floor. “I’m not your personal slave,” Brian told him. He was just tired of the all the blond’s crap. “I don’t have to clean your room.” Justin frowned. “But you work for me and you have to do what I tell you.” “I don’t have to do this,” Brian pointed out. “I bet there is someone around here to clean your shit up.” “Bradley…” Justin started to say in a warning tone. “Do not fucking call me Bradley. The name is Brian,” Brian told him. “Look kid, my job states that I have to drive you where you want to go and then bring you back. I’m not here to pick after you.” “What is your problem?” Justin asked. “Can’t you do what you’re told? I can have you fired!” “What the fuck is your problem?” Brian asked angry. Justin frowned. “Who do you think you are to talk to me that way?” “That’s it,” Brian told him. “I’m not going to do this. I’m not your goddamn maid. I’m your driver and that’s it. For some goddammed reason you think you can make me run all over town trying to attend to your every fucking crazy whim. Well I won’t!” “Were my driver,” Justin said. “I’m not going to stand here while you yell at me.” Brian swallowed. “Fine then princess.” “Fuck you,” Justin said as walking in front of Brian. “You have no right to talk to me this way.” “You’re not better than me,” Brian spat out. “I so am,” Justin told him. “You’re the one that works for me, remember?” “You said I didn’t anymore,” Brian said taking a step closer to the blond. “You don’t,” Justin said stammering. “Yeah. I was serious you’re fired!” “Good,” Brian told him. “I’m tired of your ass. You’re nothing but a snob!” Justin pushed Brian back. “Excuse me?” “A rotten little spoiled brat,” Brian hissed. “Better than being trash like you!” Justin told him. The brunet grabbed Justin by the neck and pushed him against the dresser. They stared at each other for a few seconds. There was a murderous look on Brian’s face while Justin looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the older man attacked Justin’s mouth. It was hard and fast and Brian knew he should have been running out of there. But then Justin started moaning and he pulled the lithe body to him. He didn’t even stop to think how he had ended up kissing Justin or how was it that the blond was responding when they couldn’t stand one another. Yes, he knew that Justin was a hot number and maybe he’d fantasized about spanking the blond a few times too many, but it was all so wrong. “Ah,” Justin gasped when Brian rubbed against his erection. Brian lifted the blond up and walked with him to the bed. He placed him at the edge and devoured Justin’s mouth. He kissed Justin’s neck as he got rid of the boy’s shirt. Then he took off his own jacket. He unbuttoned his own shirt as the boy under him stared. Brian licked Justin’s nipples and the kid moaned. The older man got rid of the rest of Justin’s clothes without the boy even noticing. Brian jerked Justin slowly and watched as the blond moaned and his body moved wantonly. He then kissed Justin again sucking the blond’s tongue into his mouth. He loved the sound that Justin was making; they went straight to his cock. He opened his pants and got his cock out while he reached for a condom in his pocket with his free hand. Brian opened the condom and put it on while he kissed the younger man. He used Justin’s pre cum to open the boy up. As soon as he pushed a finger inside Justin gripped his arm hard enough that he knew there would be a bruise. It also told him that Justin had never done it before. It made him even more desperate to claim Justin as his. He kissed the younger man again as he worked his fingers one by one inside of Justin. Their bodies were pressed together, their skin rubbing against one another; sweat and pre cum adorning it. When Brian couldn’t take it anymore he placed his hard cock at the boy’s entrance. He stopped kissing the smaller man and watched the blond’s face as he entered him. Justin grimaced and gasped for air. He started crying because it hurt so much. Brian pushed Justin’s hair back and licked the tears as he rocked his hips. The blond buried his nails on Brian’s back as his legs wrapped around the brunet’s hips. Brian moved his head down and he started licking Justin’s neck then sucked the boy’s earlobe. Justin grunted and his hips pushed up. He wanted more now. He could feel the pleasure all around him. Then Brian moved and he was on fire as the man touched his sweet spot. “Mmm,” Justin whimpered. Brian bit the blond’s neck and then licked the spot. He grunted close to the boy’s ear making the younger man quiver. His hips were picking up velocity now. It was so good being inside Justin’s tight channel. He couldn’t get enough. His arms wrapped around Justin’s waist as he fucked the boy harder. “Mmphm mm,” Justin kept groaning. He felt his body lifting up from the bed as Brian held him. He threw his head back and he clamped down on the brunet. His body shook and creamy strands of cum shot out of him. The older man grunted and his back arched as he drove himself deep into the smaller body. When he climaxed Justin’s name escaped his lips and he dropped on top of the blond. He took a few deep breaths and pulled out slowly. He got rid of the condom and then stared at the blond. Brian couldn’t believe what he just done. Justin stared at Brian with wide eyes. His legs were trembling and he couldn’t stop them. He was breathing fast; his chest rising and falling with the action. He moved back until he was in the middle of the bed. Brian took off his shoes and then his socks as he looked back at Justin. He finished taking off his shirt and got rid of his pants and underwear. He climbed on the bed and kneeled in front of the blond. He knew it was wrong, that he should have left but he couldn’t pull away from the younger man. Slowly he pulled Justin to him and caressed the boy’s right thigh. He smirked when he felt the shivers. He looked at Justin with a predatory look in place. With shaky hands Justin reached out and started caressing Brian’s chest. Brian pushed the blond back and then grabbed him by the back of the knees. He yanked him to him making Justin gasp. Then he got comfortable in between the teen's legs. Their growing erections were pressed together. "Tell me brat," the brunet growled close to Justin's ear. "What was that you were saying?" he asked as he rubbed his leaking cock against Justin's. The blond moaned and arched up against the brunet in response.