He’d spent most of the three hours filling out paperwork and watching a film on sexual harassment. There had been pages and pages of benefits, life insurance, stock, 401 k plans. He made Daphne his beneficiary. Mostly because when he came out she was the only person that didn’t turn her back on him. She supported him and took up for him when others had shunned him and his parents had almost disowned him. Justin had signed his name so many times his fingers had started to cramp. After completing the paper work he was escorted to his office. Justin sat back and admired his small office. It had a view of what looked like a parking deck. He didn’t care. At least he had his own office and a window. At the other agency he had a dull gray cubicle that wasn’t half as big as this office. Surprisingly the office had been painted a soothing cream color with a light tan contrast. The office consisted of a desk, a drafting table and two small guest chairs in front of his desk. The style was modern and sleek. He loved the design. He’d been disappointed when he found out that he wouldn’t be meeting the bosses. He admitted he didn’t really care much about meeting Mr. Ryder or Samuel Ridges. Ryder was retired and rarely came in the office. Sam had inherited his company through his family and his was mediocre at best when he merged with Ryder. Justin was more interested in meeting Brian Kinney. He was well known in advertising as a self made man and the Chief Rain maker. He had won many prestigious awards that had gendered quite a reputation in the advertising field. Iris, the human resources person told him Mr. Kinney usually popped in to welcome most of the new hires. Iris had checked with Mr. Kinney’s assistant and learned he was on an important conference call and wouldn’t be available to meet Justin. Justin shrugged off his disappointment. He knew that eventually he’d meet the bosses. He pulled a few personal items from his carryall bag and placed them on his desk. The first item was a picture of him with his family during happy times. He was 17 on the picture. A few months after the picture was taken he’d told his parents he was gay. Their lives almost fell apart. He shook the bad thoughts off. He pulled out a picture he and Daphne had taken when she visited him in New Hampshire and their prom picture. After arranging the picures he sat at his desk and called Daphne. She answered on the second ring. “Hey, working man. How is your day going?” “I’m still alive,” he teased. He heard Daphne’s soft throaty laugh. “Well, tell me what you’ve done,” she prompted. He leaned back in his chair, “I spent three hours filling out paper work, going over the employee manual and watching a short film on sexual harassment. In about 10 minutes my boss is going to introduce me to the rest of the staff in the art department and then we are all going to go out to lunch. Sort of a bonding experience,” he joked. Daphne laughed, “So do you have to wear a suit and tie every day?” Daphne knew how much Justin hated corporate dress, which was a shame because he looked so good in designer suits. This morning he’d worn a navy blue suit with a shirt she’d given him for his birthday. It was sky blue the color of his eyes and a patterned tie.

“Nah, my boss, Bernard, told me they are pretty casual in the art department. From what I could see when I came in cargo pants, khaki’s, are mostly worn. Although the boss is in a shirt and tie. I’m sorta anxious to meet the owners. I was told that Ryder is rarely in the office. He may come in once a month if that often. Sam and Brian come in the office almost every day.” “Why so anxious to meet them?” Daphne asked. “Because they are the super power couple. Everyone talks about them. I can’t wait to meet the men behind the legend and they are openly Gay!” “Well, when you meet them don’t gush all over them,” Daphne playfully warned. Justin laughed in return. “I’ll try.” “So, we’ll do dinner at the Liberty Diner tonight. Do you think that weird loud mouth waitress with the bright red wig and tacky outfits still works there?” It had been almost four or five years since they had been there. On Justin’s brief visits to the Pitts he’d spent them with family or hanging with Daphne and her friends. He’d rarely gone to Liberty Avenue. Although he tricked heavily in New Hampshire when he was in the Pitts visiting Family he steered clear of tricking just to keep his father’s mouth shut. He and his father had an unspoken agreement. His father knew he was Gay. He knew if asked Justin would never deny it. His father didn’t accepted, he didn’t want to know about it and he certainly didn’t want to be exposed to it, but he wouldn’t bother Justin about it as long as he didn’t have to see it. Justin made sure his father knew nothing of his life other than school and work. It was an uneasy peace between the two of them and during his visits Justin made sure to maintain it. Things were a lot different now. Justin wasn’t staying with his parents any more. He was a grown man. He was out on his own. He had declared his independence from his parents’ years ago. Now that he was back in the Pitts he intended to live his life the way he wanted. His father could either accept it or not. It was his choice. Daphne’s voice broke into his thoughts, “Are we doing dinner at the Diner?” Justin shook the thoughts away, “Of course. I need to go home and change and we can go after that.” “Sounds good. What time do you get off?” “Five-thirty.” “I’ll be there.” Daphne promised. “See ya then.” “See ya,” Justin responded as he ended the call. Justin was placing the supplies in his desk drawers when there was a knock on his door. He looked up. The man standing at the door was tall, medium built, impeccably dressed, light brown hair, refined features and light gray eyes. Justin would have called him handsome if not for his eyes and mouth. His lips were thin and tightly drawn and his eyes held no warmth. The main thing that was missing were lines around his eyes and mouth. He had no laugh lines. He was a man that took himself and life too seriously. Justin first impression of him was cold and impersonal. The man walked into the office as if he owned the place and looked around. He didn’t say anything to Justin right away and Justin didn’t speak to him. Sam took in the young man in the tailored designer suit. He’d read his resume thoroughly. He was a WASP. He was used to the finer things in life. A total country club type kid. Sam smirked. He knew Justin’s kind well. He’ d come down to check him out. Not because of his impressive resume, portfolio and references but because he was Gay. He wanted to see if this man would catch Brian’s interest. He loved his partner but he understood one basic fact about Brian. Brian was a whore. It still rankled Sam that Brian refused to be monogamous. Brian had only one affair with an employee that he knew of. It was before Sam had bought into the agency. The guy had filed a sexual harassment suit against Brian that had gone nowhere. Brian’s attorney had learned that the accuser had a history of filing sexual harassment suits that went back as far as his high school years. The suit had been dismissed and the employee fired. Sam was very pragmatic. He figured if Brian had succumbed once he may do so again. Sam kept an eye on all known Gay men in the agency. He tried to keep them as far away from Brian as possible. Sam knew Justin was gay because all candidates for employment were subjected to a background and drug screening. Although Brian hated the drug screening requirement Sam stuck to it. He knew Brian used recreational drugs and he had been trying to get him to stop. He hadn’t succeeded but he still persevered. Sam let go of the thoughts and concentrated on the young man in front of him. Through the employment screenings he learned that Justin was Gay and so far drug free. Sam eyed Justin from head to toe and back again. He quickly dismissed Justin as a potential sexual interest to Brian. He wasn’t Brian’s type. Brian had never had a thing for twinks. Brian liked men about his age, even a littler older. He was attracted to tall, six feet and over, dark, handsome and muscular men. Justin was barely five feet seven. Plus he was blond, blue eyed, porcelain skin and very slim. As much as Sam hated to admit it Justin was beautiful but still he wasn’t Brian’s type that was all that mattered. Sam finally met Justin’s steady blue gaze. Sam also realized that Justin wasn’t easily ruffled. He hadn’t squirmed the entire time Sam had inspected him. He held out his hand, “I’m Samuel Ridges.” Justin clasped his hand in a firm grip. “It’s good to meet you, Mr. Ridges.” “Please call me, Sam. We are very casual around here,” giving Justin his perfect white insincere smile. The smile never reached his eyes. “Thank you, I will,” Justin responded WASP’s manners firmly in place. “Please sit.” Sam said gesturing to Justin’s chair. Justin sat in his chair and made himself comfortable by leaning back. Sam continued to stand. “I know you’ve had a long orientation so I won’t keep you long. I usually try to meet all the new employees to welcome them to the company. I apologize that my *partner* Brian Kinney isn’t able to greet you, but he is on an emergency conference call.” Justin understood the double meaning in Sam stressing partner. Sam was staking his claim. He wanted Justin to know Brian was off limits. Justin wanted to tell him he was safe. He didn’t really go in for older guys. He preferred guys his age or a few years older. Sam and Brian Kinney were twelve and sixteen years his senior. As handsome as Sam was Justin doubted that he would fuck him or his partner. “I will look forward to meeting your *partner.*” Justin wanted to make sure Sam knew he’d understood the claim. That seemed to satisfy Sam, “Well, I won’t hold you. Enjoy your first day. I assure you we’ll have you swamped with work in no time.” Sam tried for a teasing note but it failed. Sam wasn’t much of a people person. Brian spent more time with the staff than he did. Sam turned and left the office. Justin felt as if a chill left the office with the elegant impeccably dressed man. *That’s a cold one,* Justin thought referring to Sam’s emotions. Justin’s boss, Bernard popped his head in the door. “Ready to meet the staff and head out for lunch, Justin?” “I’m always ready to eat,” Justin joked standing and walking to the door. Bernard laughed, “I know this great Greek place. You're going to love it. First, let me introduce you to the rest of the staff.” Justin followed his boss out the door. I want to dedicate this part to On_the_ground for her patience. I've been so busy with graduations, parties, work and a houseguest from Hell that I have neglected to post this update. On_the_groung *Thank You* for your continued interest in this fic and for your patience. Sam had tried to talk with Brian all day but had been put off at every turn. Brian wasn’t answering his private line or his cellular telephone. Sam had finally ventured to Brian’s office to speak with him. Cynthia refused to even let Brian know he was in the inner office waiting to see him. Sam was angry at Cynthia from preventing him from talking with Brian. She kept telling him Brian was on an important conference call and didn’t want to be disturbed. Finally around lunchtime Sam managed to slip past Cynthia only to have his progress barred by Brian’s locked door. He knocked several times. Brian didn’t answer. He left angry and upset. He shrugged it off. He would talk with Brian at home. He went back to his office and immersed himself in setting up meeting with a few clients. Sam was taking a break when he briefly thought about the blonde boy ass in the art department. He wasn’t really worried about him making a play for Brian. Justin understood the subtle warning he’d given him. Justin would stay away from Brian. The more he thought about it maybe he should fuck the blonde boy piece of ass. The boy was beautiful. It had been awhile since he’d fucked someone. Sam didn’t see why he shouldn’t fuck Justin. Brian didn’t seem to care where he stuck his dick. Sam didn’t seem to see why he should either. Plus Brian rarely let Sam top. On the few occasions that Brian did allow Sam to top him he’d didn’t seem to get much pleasure from it. It was just something he did to shut Sam up. Sam thought about it. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck Justin. Hell the boy was young, beautiful and hot. Sam let the thoughts run around through his head. He decided if the chance presented itself he’d fuck Justin. He also decided to make sure he got a chance. He would have to see about scheduling Justin to work late on an assignment with him. Justin wouldn’t be the first man he’d fucked that worked at the office. He had fucked most of the interns and given them sizable bonuses for the trouble. He figured he’d fuck Justin then toss him aside when he was through with him. If Justin tried to create a problem after he’d fucked and discarded him he’d just have to fire him. With that settled Sam picked up the telephone to call another client. ****** Brian had spent most of the day placating Leo. He had to finally agree to fly out to Chicago and bring a new ad campaign. After hanging up with Leo he’d spent what was left of the day going over the campaign he had originally planned for Brown Athletics. The one Sam tossed aside when he pitched his own ad to Leo. The one Leo called a *a bunch of unusable shit.* Brian had purposely avoided Sam. He knew that if he spoke to Sam he’d explode. He couldn’t believe what Sam had done. The lying, backstabbing Son of A Bitch had tried to pull a fast one over on him. Brian was livid. He knew he had to get away from Sam and calm down. The trip to Chicago would be a welcome breather. Brian looked at his watch. It was after 8:00 p.m. Brian let out a sigh and packed his briefcase. He had to head to Sam’s to pack. On the drive Brian decided he would go to Babylon, fuck the night away and then go back to the loft and catch a few hours of sleep before he had to catch his plane. He knew one thing for certain he would not be sleeping in Sam’s house tonight. He didn’t know if he’d sleep in Sam’s house when he got back from Chicago. Sam’s deceit was still fresh and raw in his brain. He was still having a hard time believing that Sam had double-crossed him. He didn’t have the luxury to contemplate Sam’s treachery. He had to prepare himself for tomorrow’s meeting with Leo. He’d been home for about and hour packing. He’d taken his suitcase, briefcase and laptop and placed them in his car. He’d changed into jeans, silk shirt and his Prada boots. Sam called what he had on his trick wear. He wasn’t too far off, Brian thought. Brian checked his reflection in the full-length mirror. He liked what he saw. The black jeans were tight enough to show off his muscular thighs, ass and impressive package but loose enough for easy movement. The green silk shirt molded to his upper body emphasizing his toned shoulders, chest and arms. The shirt made his hazel eyes more green than golden brown. Brian heard the garage door rise as he gave himself the once over in the mirror. He didn’t want to deal with Sam but he knew he needed to at least let Sam know he’d found out about his duplicity. Brian waited in the family room for Sam. Sam came in and tossed his briefcase on the sofa. He immediately went on the defensive. “Why have you been avoiding me all day. I left messages for you all day. Your dragon lady wouldn’t let me in the office to speak with you.” Brian cut him off, “I asked Cynthia to keep *everyone* out of my office today. Including *you.*” Brian saw Sam bristle at the put down. Brian was never one to beat around the bush so he got right to the point. “Why did you exchange my ad ideas with your own?” He saw the surprise flash in Sam’s eyes before he was able to hide it. Sam knew Brian would find out about the switch but he hoped he’d have a chance to put a good spin on it before he learned what he’d done. He was waiting on the right time before he told Brian what he’d done. Sam realized he had waited too long. “What are you talking about?” Sam hedged. “Sam, don’t play dumb. We both know you are far from dumb. Leo called me today he was ready to pull his account because he was unsatisfied with the new ad campaign we sent him. Funny thing the campaign he was sent wasn’t the one I had worked on. Do you have any ideas how my campaign was shelved and yours was sent to him?” Brian sneered. Sam tired to smooth over his deception. “Brian, I didn’t want to upset you. I just didn’t think the campaign you came up with for Brown Athletics was the best for the account. I made an executive decision and decided to go with my ideas.” Brian smirked, “Your executive decision almost cost us Brown Athletics. He hated your campaign." Sam's ego took a hit. He hated that Brian could party, drink and fuck all-night and still think up an amazing ad campaign the next day. Sam was sure his ideas were better than Brian’s that’s why he had turned his campaign in instead of Brian’s. He wanted to prove to Brian, the staff and most importantly himself that he was a top ad man. That he wasn’t just the figurehead of the agency but a great ad man, as well. This hadn’t worked the way he had planned. He knew their agency could afford to lose Brown Athletics but it certainly would hurt their reputation if the agency did. Sam knew he had some ass kissing and cock sucking to do. Sam prepared himself to grovel even if he had to do so begrudgingly. Sam walked over to Brian and laid his hand casually on his arm. Brian stared at the offending hand until Sam removed it. Brian stared down at Sam. Sam was trying to look contrite. He couldn’t quite pull it off. “I made an error in judgment, Brian. I wasn’t trying to undermined you or steal your account. I was just doing what I thought was best for our company. I was wrong.” “Sam, I don’t have a problem with you doing what you think is best for the bottom line. Hell, I’d do the same. I do have a problem with you going behind my back and lying to me. If you didn’t think my work was up to par you should have told me. I shouldn’t have had to find out from a client that you had nixed my ad campaign in favor of one of your own. Because of this I have to be in Chicago tomorrow and pitch a campaign to Leo.” Sam hated being away from Brian. He could only imagine the things Brian would do after the meeting. Brian would probably fuck until his dick was sore. Sam hated the whine he heard enter his voice as he asked, “How long will you be gone?” “As long as it takes. I’ll only stay as long as it takes to soothe over Leo’s ruffled feelings and assure him this won’t happen again.” Brian cut his eyes at Sam. ”This won’t happen again will it?” It was a demand more than a question. “I apologize, Brian. It won’t happen again,” Sam said contritely. Brian stared at him. He didn’t know if Sam was sincere or if he was playing him. The only thing Brian knew at the moment was that he needed to get away from Sam. He needed time to think. Brian walked around Sam and headed to the garage. “Where are you going?” Sam asked to Brian’s retreating back. “We only have tonight to spend together before you are off to Chicago. Let me apologize to you.” Brian turned around lifted the corner of his mouth in a half smirk, “You always told me when I dressed like this you knew exactly what I was up to. So I’m sure you know exactly *where* I am going and *what* I am going to do when I get there,” Brian said sarcastically. Sam did know. He tried to stop Brian from leaving. “Brian don’t leave. Let me cook dinner. Let’s talk about this. We need to resolve this…clear the air.” “Yeah, that’s exactly what I need, clear air. And the place to find it is away from you. Oh, and don’t wait up. I won’t be back tonight.” Brian turned and walked out the door. Sam followed Brian to the door. “Brian face this like an adult. Come back in here and talk this out with me. Leaving will solve nothing.” Sam’s words fell on deaf ears as Brian slid in his car and pulled out of the garage. Brian saw Sam in the rear view mirror. He’d come out to watch Brian drive away from their home. Brian dismissed his partner. The only thing on his mind was getting high and fucking his brains out. ****** Justin had looked at his watch as they walked up to the Liberty Diner. They had spent about an hour just walking along Liberty Avenue taking in the sights reminiscing about their first visit and the things that had changed over the years. Although it wasn’t late when they finally made it to the diner Justin had decided he'd wait until the weekend to go to one of the bars they had spotted. He had work the next day and Daphne had and early class. They had gotten a late start because Daphne had to finish an assignment before they left their home and then Justin had gotten stuck on the telephone with his Mom. He had to finally agree to come to Sunday dinner before they were able to leave for the diner. They walked through the door of the Liberty diner laughing. Justin had been regaling Daphne about his day at work. The bell over the door jingled as they stepped inside the diner. Justin and Daphne hesitated near the door to take in the surroundings. Justin smiled as he took in the surroundings. The diner was just as he remembered from the last time he and Daphne visited. He and Daphne were being inspected from head to toe. It seemed that as soon as they entered all eyes were pm them. Justin realized he liked the attention. He was looking for someone to fuck this was a great place to find that someone. “Let’s find a booth,” he told Daphne They made their way to an empty booth and sat down. The chatter of the diner filled the space. Justin was feeling at home. This was what he missed in New Hampshire. Hanging out with his best friend. He didn’t have many friends in New Hampshire’s only fuck buddies. Most of the time he'd been lonely. Very lonely. Justin noticed the men and women checking them out. If Daphne were a lezzy she’d have to fight them off. “It’s just like I remembered,” Daphne gushed as she leaned across the table. She pointed to the red haired waitress, “Look Justin she’s still here. Remember? Her name was Debbie.” Justin looked in the direction Daphne pointed. The waitress with the red hair and bright garish clothing was smacking gum writing down an order. “She hasn’t changed at all,” Justin said. Debbie came over to the table to take their order. “What will you two have?” They gave Debbie their order. She kept looking at them. “Don’t I know you from somewhere you look familiar?” She asked them. “We came in years ago.” Daphne pointed to Justin, “You called him Sunshine because of his smile.” Debbie gave Justin the once over. "And you called her a Diva," Justin added. “Of course. Look at the two of you. You’ve grown up. Stand up and give me a hug.” Justin and Daphne obeyed only to be engulfed in a bear hug. “Now you to sit down and make yourself comfortable. We got a lot of catching up to do. I’ll be back with your meal and then we can talk.” Justin had really enjoyed himself. He’d been winked at and smiled at every time he looked up or some guy had caught his eye. The same had happened to Daphne. They were both reveling in the attention. A few times Justin had heard a few guys mutter fresh meat. He wanted to tell them he wasn’t as fresh as they thought. Justin had been considering a couple of guys to give the signal to go to the men's room. He figured if he couldn't fuck he could at least get a blowjob. Deb was constantly at their table talking to them. Justin and Daphne felt as if they knew all about Deb’s family. She had a son named Michael, a brother named Vic. She called her son’s friends the Boys. She kept referring to Michael and the Boys. Between the talking Deb had pried them with lemon bars. They were stuffed. It was only a little after 10:00 p.m. but Justin thought he and Daphne needed to call it a night. Justin paid for their meals and they were both standing by the booth. “So what are two attractive young people doing hanging around here on a work and school night?” Daphne smirked playfully, “He’s looking to get laid.” Justin blushed, “Thanks. Tell everyone,” Justin muttered. The bell over the door jingled. Deb turned to see who was walking in. Deb titled her head toward the door. “Well, if you are looking to get fucked the master has arrived.” Justin turned to see whom Debbie was talking about and his breath caught as he laid his eyes on the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. They both seemed caught up in staring at each other. Justin noticed how most of the men tried to get the guy's attention but he ignored them. Whoever the new comer was he was very popular with the men. He heard someone whisper *Stud of Liberty Avenue.* The guy walked up to them. Justin thought if possible the guy was even more beautiful close up. Justin had never seen eyes like his before. Hazel would never describe the color of his eyes nor could Chestnut, Auburn or Russet describe his hair. He was tall well over 6 feet, long, lean luscious muscular body and a face that looked like a sculptor had chiseled it. He was a beautiful surreal creature. He reminded Justin of a beautiful ancient Greek god. Justin’s fingers itched to touch him. He wanted to immortalize him on canvas. Justin had never been this taken by a man’s beauty before. The beautiful blonde standing next to Debbie took Brian's breath away. He’d decided to stop by the diner before hitting Woody’s to see if Michael was around. He wasn’t much in to blondes but something about the beautiful guy drew him in. Maybe it was the lithe slim body, or the porcelain skin, or the sky blue eyes or the silky blonde hair. maybe it was everything. Brian wasn't sure. All he knew was that his cock was itching to fuck him. Even from a side view he could tell the kid had a nice round bubble ass. Brian licked his lips just thinking about sinking his dick in it. Brian gave the blond his sexy smile and watched as the longing and lust leapt in the blonde’s eyes. Brian was quickly revising his plans. He saw no reason to go to Woody’s or Babylon’s when he’d found what he wanted right here at the diner. He licked his lips again thinking about the blonde. Deb broke through his thoughts. “What are you doing here? The backroom of Babylon closed?” Deb scoffed. Although she had to admit since Brian had been with Sam he had slowed down on his tricking. He was still a regular in the backroom. Maybe not every night like before he’d met Sam, but at least a few times a month. Justin thought the beautiful man would be angry at Deb’s tone but he just smiled at her indulgently, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “I thought I’d stop by here and see if Mikey was visiting his Mommy,” he answered sarcastically. So this was one of Michael's friends. One of the Boys, Justin thought. Deb pursed her lips. “He and the boys are at Woody’s.” “Yeah, thanks,” Brian said. He casually looked around the diner. His eyes settled on Justin briefly. So briefly Deb didn’t catch the look he gave Justin. Justin knew the look. He knew exactly what the look conveyed. “See ya around, Deb." Justin said. He grabbed Daphne’s hand and they left the diner. Brian tried to wait a few minutes before he left. He talked to Deb for a few more minutes. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be hightailing it over to Woody’s so you can find someone to suck your dick?” “Debbie I didn’t know that you cared so much,” Brian teased. Debbie cut her eyes at Brian. “Get out of here.” Brian’s laughter followed him out the door. Debbie watched him leave shaking her head. She wondered what he was up to. Brian rarely came out on a weeknight. He pretty much stayed at home with Sam. She shrugged and turned back to customers. ******* Brian walked out the door of the diner and headed to his car. He was halfway to his car when he heard him. “That didn’t take long.” Brian turned around to eye the blonde. He had given him the signal. *Meet me outside.* The blonde had followed it. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting. Where is your girlfriend?” “She is my *friend,*” Justin emphasized. “I sent her home.” Justin didn’t want to mention that Daphne didn’t want to leave. She was concerned that he didn’t’ know anything about the guy, not even his name. Justin finally had to assure her that Debbie knew him. He was a friend of Deb’s son. One of the Boys she kept referring to. Justin finally promised he’d call Daphne within the hour to get her to leave. Brian interrupted his thoughts. “Ready to get fucked?” Brian asked. “Lead the way,” Justin said.