There had never been a question that Leo would pull the account. He was just pissed about the shoddy ads Sam had sent. Leo knew that Brian was the best ad man for the account. Leo just wanted to be catered to as proof that his account was still one of the most important accounts with RR&K. Brian had wined, dined and wooed Leo. Then he’d made the presentation that had made Leo happy. He also spent most of his trip fending off numerous calls every day from Sam. Sam had even volunteered to come to Chicago to help Brian with the presentation. Brian had vetoed the idea. Sam had been upset but he understood to come to Chicago would only make matters worst. Still that didn’t stop him from calling continuously and leaving messages on his cell phone and at the front desk of his hotel. Brian had finally had to tell Sam to stop calling him. he told Sam he had told the front desk that he didn’t want any more messages from Sam and he threatened to block Sam’s number from his cell telephone if he didn’t cease the calls. He knew Sam had been angry but the calls had stopped. He told Sam he’d be home late Sunday night and they could talk then. It was a lie, but Sam didn’t know that. On Friday morning Brian wrapped up his business with Leo and headed back to Pittsburgh. The trip had been long and the woman sitting next to him had kept up a steady stream of chatter, even after he had rebuffed her several times. He finally ignored her and just concentrated on enduring the flight. Brian walked in the loft, set the alarm and deposited his luggage at the door. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it across the sofa. He loosened his tie as he walked to the bar to pour himself a double shot of JB. He quickly downed it. Brian poured himself another shot and carried it to the bedroom. Brian was tired. Dead tired. The only thing that he’d looked forward to this week was getting home to his date with Jay. He cringed when he thought of the word date. It really wasn’t a date it was just *two horny men meeting for the mutual satisfaction of a great fuck.* He smiled. He liked that definition much better than date. He’d thought constantly of Jay. He’d never thought more about a guy after he’d fucked him, yet he found himself thinking about Jay each night as he went to bed. It was something about the kid that was …special. That was the only word he could think of to describe Jay. He thought about his blonde hair, porcelain skin, sky blue eyes, lithe form attached to a delectable bubble butt. Everything about Jay seemed to be engrained in his memory. The way he smelled and tasted; the noise he made during sex, the grunts he made as he came. Brian could remember it all. Brian almost laughed at himself. He was beginning to sound like a lovesick lezzy. Still he couldn’t get the blonde out of his head all week. Brian looked around the loft. It was good to be back here. He had forgotten how much he loved the loft. The sleek minimalist style. Sam wanted to cram every corner of his home with something expensive. Not much of Brian’s true style showed up in the house. Then it was hard to find time alone. Sam wanted to be around Brian every moment when they were at home. Brian was beginning to realize that the house he shared with Sam wasn’t much of a home. He sometimes felt trapped or caged in. He let out a sigh. He really didn’t want to think about his relationship with Sam. Brian finished his second drink, stripped off his clothes and fell in bed. He needed a couple of hours of sleep to prepare for his night of *two horny men meeting for the mutual satisfaction of a great fuck.* Brian thought about calling Sam but dismissed the thought as soon as it appeared in his mind. He’d call Sam Sunday night. That was more than enough time to let Sam know he was back home. With that settled Brian pulled the comforter over him and settled into sleep. --------------------------------- Justin had been smiling all day. He couldn’t help it. It had been a great week. He learned the strings of the department. He’d been introduced to some of the junior ad executives and he’d was working on several projects. Justin still hadn’t seen the great Brian Kinney. He heard through the grapevine that Brian had flown to Chicago to try to soothe the ruffled feathers of one of their major accounts. There was a lot of speculation going around about what had happened to cause Brian to leave so abruptly. Justin had heard from a reliable source, the administrative assistant for the art department that had heard it from one of the secretaries of one of the ad executives that Sam had exchanged some of Brian’s Brown Athletics ad ideas for his Brown Athletics ad ideas. The buzz was that Leo of Brown Athletics had hated Sam’s ideas and had threatened to pull his account. Office rumor mill and grapevine were running wild. Justin had to laugh at the intricate chain of the office grapevine. Still most times office grapevine and rumor mill had some merit. Justin looked at the clock. Most of the art department had left. He was still putting the finishing touches on a project that he had been given. He looked at the art designs once more. Satisfied he too prepared to leave. His mind was occupied with the pleasurable thoughts of seeing Aidan again. Each time he thought of him he smiled. He remembered ever detail about their night together. Every mind blowing, pounding moment of it. Justin wasn’t use to bottoming but for Aidian he realized he bottom whenever he wanted. Aidian knew how to fuck an ass. Some men had no finesse, Aidian did. The smile on Justin’s face grew. He was bent over packing his satchel when he felt eyes on him. He stood up to see Sam leaning against the door. Sam was an attractive man but there was just something about him that made Justin uneasy. He was just so cold and impersonal. Today was Friday, which was casual day. Everyone had on khaki’s or a nice pair of jeans and polo shirts but Sam was dressed in designer slacks and a tailored shirt. He looked every bit the part of CEO. Justin crossed his arms and stared back at Sam waiting on him to say something Sam had been watching Justin bend over. Justin was dressed casually. He had on a pair of khaki’s and a polo style shirt. The shirt emphasized his lithe upper body and the khaki’s pants molded to his slender waist and delicious ass. Sam thought Taylor was beautiful and more importantly he had a great ass. Sam wanted to fuck Taylor and he always got what he wanted. He had been watching Taylor all week. Taylor had made friends easily and everyone seemed to like him. All the executives he had worked with praised his work. Sam wasn’t that interested in Justin’s artist talent. He was more interested in finding out how well he sucked dick and if his ass was as tight and delicious as it looked. Since Brian wouldn’t be in town until Sunday Sam had an entire weekend fill. He couldn’t think of a better way than to explore Taylor’s body and he had every intention of doing so. “Did you want something, Sam?” Justin broke Sam’s chain of thought. Sam walked into Justin’s small office. “You are here late Taylor.” Justin lifted his satchel on his shoulder. “Yeah, I had a few projects I wanted to finish before I left.” Sam gave Justin his most devastating smile. Justin noticed the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I know with Brian out of town until Sunday there was just no reason for me to rush home. Maybe you’d like to go out for a drink with me tonight?” Sam asked casually. Justin was a little shocked by the invitation. He wasn’t dumb he knew the innocent drink offer was really an invitation to fuck. He’d been in the game long enough to know all the subtle overtures. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been propositioned by one of his bosses before it was just that this was unexpected. He had just hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with it at this job. From what he heard Sam and Brian were in a committed relationship. Maybe they had a different idea of commitment than he had. He decided to find out. “Brian doesn’t mind you having drinks with your junior employees?” Sam gave what Justin could only describe as an oily smile, “Brian doesn’t have to know everything I do. Besides Brian and I have an understanding about these things.” Justin put on his best fake smile, “I can’t go out with you tonight. I’m meeting my boyfriend,” It was a lie but as Justin thought about it he wished it was true. “We don’t have the same understanding that you and Brian seem to have about these things.” Sam’s oily smile turned sour. Justin watched as his features turned cold and hard yet his smile remained in place. It never reached his eyes. “Very well, Taylor, but remember this…sometimes to get ahead in business you have to be willing to *have a drink with your boss.*” It wasn’t a blatant sexual harassment but the message was quite clear. Very clear. If Justin wanted to advance he was going to have to kiss a little ass and give up a little ass. Justin wouldn’t give Sam the satisfaction of knowing what a blow the statement was to him. He maintained his smile as he walked around his desk. He decided to go for the direct approach. “I have no problems with having a drink with you,” he paused. “When Brian gets back in town maybe we can all get together…you, me, Brian and my boyfriend and have that drink.” Justin smiled and walked out of his office leaving a fuming Sam behind. Sam let out a deep breath. He wasn’t used to losing. Not something he wanted and wanted badly. He watched Justin walking away from him and his resolve to fuck the blonde increased tenfold. No lowly ass employee was going to walk away from him. Sam turned on his heels and walked briskly out of his office. He had every intention of making Justin’s time at the agency a living hell until he gave in to him or quit. ------------------------ Brian heard the intercom buzz. He padded across the floor in bare feet and answered. “Yeah?” “It’s Jay.” Brian pushed the release for the door. “Come on up.” He waited by the door. He didn’t hear the elevator and realized Jay was using the steps. He bounded up the steps smiling. He was as beautiful as Brian remember if not more. He was wearing a pair of jeans that molded to his perfect bubble ass and a simple white t-shirt and tennis shoes. He looked young and sexy in that completely casual way of his. Justin smiled as soon as he saw him. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black wife beater and no shoes. He looked drop dead gorgeous. Brian pulled him to him and kissed him long and hard. He shut the door and locked it without breaking the kiss. He sunk his tongue deeply in Justin’s mouth as his hands trailed down his back to grip his ass. He pulled Justin up on his toes so he could ground their cocks together. He broke the kiss only to trail an open mouth kiss down the side of Justin’s neck. Justin moaned. “We have 20 minutes before dinner is delivered. Let’s make the best of it.” Brian told him. They didn’t even try to make it to the bed. Brian brought them both to the floor. He rolled on top of Justin and began unzipping his pants. Brian knew he was moving fast. He couldn’t help it. He was hungry for Jay. He’d practice finesse later tonight for now he had to sink into Jay’s tight warm ass. Brian rolled Justin over and pulled him on his knees. They were both trying to strip out of their clothes. Justin pushed down his pants as Brian did the same to his. Neither man was wearing underwear. Brian searched in his pockets for the needed supplies. He quickly readied himself and draped over Justin’s back. He prepared Justin’s ass quickly. Justin arched his hips. That was all the invitation Brian needed. In one swift move he sunk his rock hard cock completely up Justin’s tight ass. Justin hissed in a haze of pleasure/pain and Brain grunted in satisfaction. Brian began to ride Justin’s ass long and hard as Justin met his every thrust. Their bodies greedily slapped against each other the sweat on their skin making noise. It was a long, hard, rough ride and both men wouldn’t have had it any other way. Brian gripped Justin’s dick and jacked him off. Justin’s loud shout of ecstasy reverberated through the loft. Brian’s loud animalist grunt of pleasure was only seconds behind. Both men collapsed on the floor heaving from exertion. Justin was the first to speak. “I don’t think I can move. My knees will never be the same,” he moaned in mock pain. Brian laughed, “I know the feeling.” There was a buzz. “Damn,” Brian swore as he got up from the floor. He discarded the used condom on the floor and zipped up his black jeans. “Yeah,” he barked into the intercom. “Thai Palace. I have your dinner.” “Come up,” he released the intercom and buzzed the deliveryman in. “Now that we’ve had the appetizer dinner is served,” Brian deadpanned. Justin laughed. ---------------------- They were sitting on cushions eating their dinner at the coffee table. They had been talking about their family and friends. Justin thought that Aidian was a little secretive about his friends. Although he wasn’t shy about talking about his disdain for his family. Justin had already summarized that Aidian was not very close to his family. Brian changed the subject. “So, what are you studying in college?” Brian asked. Justin watched as he expertly used chopsticks to pickup his noodles. “I’m out of college,” Justin answered. Brian pursed his lips in surprise. “Oh. So, do you work?” “Yeah, I just started. I thought it was going to be okay…” Justin trailed off thinking about the confrontation in his office today with Sam. “But..,” Brian prompted. Justin popped a shrimp in his mouth and chewed. He swallowed before answering, “My boss made a pass at me today. I turned him down. He didn’t like it. He sorta threatened me. He wasn’t overt…you know…but I understood the message.” Brian was pissed. He hated men in power that used that power to demand sexual favors from employees. He’d been on the receiving end of that before. Plus he didn’t know why but it pissed him off that some asshole was trying to take advantage of Jay. “Does he have someone over him?” Justin thought about it. Sam didn’t have anyone over him but he did have partners. “Yeah, I guess. I mean he has partners.” “Well make it known to the asshole that if he tries to fire you or retaliate against you because you won’t fuck him you’ll go to his partners. Believe me most partners are not going to put up with a partner that could potentially open them up to lawsuits. Let the bastard know that you aren’t a little faggot that’s going to drop to his knees and say ahh! If he wants to play hardball you make sure you are the one squeezing the balls,” Brian said adamantly. Justin didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to anyone being angry on his behalf. Other than Daphne no one had ever come to his defense since he’d come out. “Thanks,” he muttered. Brian waved his chopsticks dismissively, “No thanks needed. I have been there before. I’m just giving you a little helpful advice.” Justin smiled and moved around to sit next to Brian. he kissed him quickly on the cheek, “Still thanks.” Brian shrugged. “You are welcome,” he said grudgingly. He pulled Justin on his lap and nuzzled his neck, “Time for round two.” ------------- Justin wasn’t sure of the time. They had fucked several times. Aidian had fucked him senseless. His ass was pleasantly sore. He loved the feeling. It was late he needed to get home. He started to roll out of bed only to be stopped by Brian’s arm going around his waist. “Where are you going?” Brian mumbled. He rolled on his side to look at Justin. “It’s late Aidian. I’m going home so I can sleep in late tomorrow morning.” “You can sleep in late here. We’ll order in a late breakfast.” Justin smiled, “Yeah?” “Didn’t I just say so twat. Now come back to bed.” Justin lay down. Brian knew he was going to regret it but what the hell he thought, “Why don’t you stay the weekend. We’ll just order in some food and movies and fuck the weekend away. What do you say?” Justin rolled over on top of Brian, “I say yes,” he smiled as he crushed his mouth against Brian’s. ------------------- It was Sunday afternoon and Brian had promised to be home. Sam had been trying to contact Brian to see when he was arriving but Brian hadn’t answered his cell phone. Sam knew that Brian was going to be in the office tomorrow. He knew that because Friday he’d told Cynthia not to arrange any appointments for Brian Monday morning. She had taken great pleasure informing him that wouldn’t be possible because Brian had called her on Thursday and had her set up several appointments. The earliest slot on Brian’s schedule was after lunch and only a half hour. Brian had filled his schedule for the entire day. Sam briefly wondered if it was an attempt on Brian’s part to avoid him. Well, Sam thought, if that was the case Brian was sadly mistaken. He would not be put off. Sam picked up the telephone and dialed the hotel. Sam asked to be connected with Brian’s suite only to be told that wouldn’t be possible. He had demanded to be connected to Brian’s suite immediately. At first the clerk had refused but he told her he was Mr. Kinney’s business partner. The clerk had placed him on hold while she answered another line. Sam angrily paced in his study. He had been holding on the telephone for over two minutes. Too long in his opinion. A different hotel clerk came back on the line. “Thank you for holding, sir. I’m Marie. How can I help you?” Sam let out an impatient sigh, “As I was telling the other clerk. I need to speak with Mr. Kinney. I know he has strict instructions not to be disturbed but this is an emergency.” “Mr. Ridges, I can’t connect you to Mr. Kinney.” Sam became irate. “What do you mean *can’t?* I’ve explained to you that this is an emergency!” The clerk’s voice was cool and professional when she responded. “Sir as I stated I can’t connect you to Mr. Kinney’s room because Mr. Kinney checked out on Friday morning. As his business partner I would think you would have been aware of his departure,” she added. Bitch Sam thought. “What do you mean he checked out on Friday morning?” Sam asked incredulously. “Check your records again. That can’t be correct.” “Sir, I was working the morning Mr. Kinney checked out. I personally checked him out and had the limousine brought around to take him to the airport,” she replied haughtily. Sam hissed a brisk thank you and disconnected the call. He tried Brian’s cell phone again and the call went directly to voice mail. Brian’s smooth sexy voice came over the line, “This is Brian Kinney. Leave a message and I’ll contact you at my convenience.” Sam left another message to go with the dozen he’d left since last night. He angrily tossed the cordless telephone on the leather sofa and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He had no doubts about what Brian was doing. He held no illusion that Brian was being faithful to him. Brian didn’t know the meaning of the word. If Brian had left Chicago then he was back in Pittsburgh. And Sam knew exactly where he’d find him. Sam headed out of the house. -------------------------------- Brian rolled off the Justin breathing heavily. Brian's skin was slick with sweat. He flopped down on bed exhausted. He looked over and smiled at the Blonde lying beside him. He was just as sweaty and breathing just as heavily. His blonde hair was plastered to his head. His sweat slicked skin glowed under the blue light. Even sweaty he looked ethereal to Brian. Justin looked over at the beautiful man lying next to him. Aidian hadn’t lied when he had told him they would fuck the weekend away they had. Justin had never met anyone with a sexual appetite as voracious as Aidian’s. The man never seemed to get enough. He was absfuckinglutely amazing in bed. Justin smiled thinking of all the things they had done together. Aidian was extremely oral. There was nowhere on his body Aidian’s tongue hadn’t licked or penetrated. Aidian probably knew his body better that he did. Justin rolled over and curled against his side. He felt Aidian stiffen for moment before he reached out his arm and pulled Justin tightly against his side. Brian wasn’t used to holding anyone after sex. Even with Sam once the fucking was over he didn’t care for the holding. He and Sam both seemed to be on the same wavelength about that. He looked down at the blonde resting against his chest. He was different. Brian noticed that the first night. He had allowed the kid to roll up against him and sleep close to him all night. This weekend had been a repeat. No matter how many times they had fucked after each bout the kid would roll up against him and he’d hold him. Brian really didn’t want to think too much on it. Brian looked down to find Justin looking up at him. His baby blues were so mesmerizing. Brian felt that he had gotten lost in them. Brian tapped his nose with his finger, “What are you looking at?” Justin smiled at the beautiful creature holding him, “You. You are beautiful.” Justin blushed once he’d said it. He didn’t know what had possessed him to utter those words. They had been playing in his head but he hadn’t meant to utter them aloud. “So, are you,” Brian said caressing Justin’s ass. Justin let out a sigh of relief. Justin hated that the time had passed so quickly. This weekend had been wonderful. He thought that he and Aidian might feel a little uncomfortable out of bed but that hadn’t been the case. Amazingly they had a lot to talk about. He’d learned a few things about him. One he didn’t have a lot of friends. He talked about his family sparingly. He didn’t eat many carbs. He loved Thai food. He loved classic movies. Mostly the ones starring Marlon Brando, James Dean and Humphrey Bogart. He really enjoyed music. Except violin music. Aidian said it reminded him of cats screeching. Aidian loved to read. He could hold conversations for hours on end about great books classic and modern. He loved talking about the Greek period and their acceptance of homosexual life style. The main thing he learned was the beautiful brunette wasn’t into the whole love romance shit. He had scoffed at some of the romantic movies Justin had told him were his favorite. Justin had also learned that although he liked straight out hard-core fucking that was so intense it could border on pleasure/pain at times that he could also be brutally gentle. He was such a contradiction in bed and out of bed. He came across as this hard ass, take no prisoners, I believe in fucking not love, I’m a total asshole person but he was quite the opposite. Over the weekend Justin had seen not exactly a soft side but maybe a more gentle side to the hard shell Aidian had shown him. He had recognized that Justin liked being held after sex and had indulged him. Justin wasn’t even sure himself why he wanted the older man to hold him. Usually after fucking Justin was the first to roll away, but this weekend he had been reluctant to break contact. He’d wanted to stay as close to the beautiful man as he could. Justin buried his nose in Brian’s sweaty skin and inhaled deeply. He loved the earthy smell of Brian’s skin after they fucked. Brian ran his hands through Jay’s sweat slicked hair and breathed in his scent. His other hand lights caressed Jay’s skin. Brian knew that their weekend was almost over. He glanced at the clock. It was turning dark outside. They had spent the majority of the weekend fucking but also enjoying each other. Brian never thought he’d enjoyed anyone’s company as much as the slight blonde laying next to him. Brian nudged Justin, “I think we need to take a shower. It’s getting late.” Justin sat up and stretched. He kissed Brian quickly and got out of bed. He walked towards the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder. “Are you coming.” Brian smirked, “Only in your mouth or ass.” Justin laughed. Someone started banging on the door. They both looked towards it. Brian turned to Justin. “I’ll get that and join you in a few minutes.” Justin wiggled his ass as he walked in the bathroom. “I’ll be waiting.” For a moment Brian was mesmerized watching Justin walk away from him. He wasn’t sure what he felt for the kid. He knew he lusted after him but after this weekend he also knew that he enjoyed talking to the kid. He was brought out of his thoughts by the insistent knocking on the door. Shaking the thoughts off he padded to the door. Sam banged impatiently at the loft’s door. He had been to all of Brian’s hanging spots before he came to the loft. He’d spent over an hour at the Baths, Meat Hook and Babylon’s backroom looking for Brian. Unable to find Brian he had headed to the loft. He raised his fist to bang on the door again and it swung open. He found himself staring at Brian in all his naked glory. His sweat slick hair sticking up all over his head. The fresh scent of fucking permeated from his body. “I see you’ve been busy,” Sam said snidely. Brian leaned against the door nonchalantly. He made no move to invite Sam in, deny Sam’s accusations or cover his nudity. “Why are you here Sam?” Brian asked. “I’m here because you told me you’d be home on Sunday and I found out you left Chicago on Friday morning.” Sam said angrily. Brian simply shrugged. “I didn’t lie. I said I’d be home Sunday evening. It’s Sunday evening. I don’t think the evening ends until 12:00 a.m.” “Why haven’t you called me?” Sam demanded. Brian let out a sigh. He had to get rid of Sam. Jay was in the bathroom and he didn’t want him to step out into this shit. He gave Sam his no nonsense stare. “Sam I have company at the moment so this little tete a tete has to wait for another time. As I told you I’ll be at the house by midnight until then please leave me the HELL alone.” With that statement Brian straighten from the door and securely shut it on Sam’s stunned expression. Sam stood outside the door in disbelief. He couldn’t belief Brian had thrown him out. Well not really thrown him out because he’d never let him in. Brian had simply shut the door in his face as if he was one of this discarded tricks. Sam raised his fist to bang on the door but had second thoughts. He knew that if he pushed Brian he would become stubborn and obstinate. Sam let out a sigh. This had gone on long enough. It was time to reel Brian back in. With that thought in his mind he turned around and pushed for the elevator. Sam knew he had to come up with a strategy to win back Brian’s trust. In his arrogance he knew he could do it. He knew he was the best thing that ever happened to Brian. And if Brian didn’t realize that then Brian was a fool. Sam boarded the elevator pulled down the door and pushed the button. He was leaving alone but he knew Brian would come home. He also knew that more than ever he would make sure that Brian got rid of his whore pad. He’d had enough of Brian’s holding on to his past. It was time that Brian committed whole-heartedly to their relationship and put the reputation of the Stud of Liberty Avenue behind him. --------------------------------- Justin sat in his office barely concentrating on the task in front of him. He thought about the weekend. The weekend had been great. Last night had been amazing. It was up until someone had banged on the door. Then the night had sort of lost its luster after that. Justin leaned back in this chair trying to shut out the last memories of his evening with Aidian and the moment when Aidian had dropped him off in front of his apartment. He could remember it so clearly. And each time he thought about it he cut deeply. Aidian hadn’t asked Justin for his number or sat up another date he’d just pulled off. Justin had been stunned by Aidian’s abrupt dismissal. Justin had been moping for most of the evening and into the morning. Even Daphne had noticed. He hadn’t told her what had happened. He was still trying to process it. Bottom line. He and Aidian had enjoyed some great fucks and now it seemed as if it was over. “Justin, you have a meeting with Mr. Kinney in 5 minutes you better get going. Mr. Kinney can’t stand to be kept waiting.” Justin looked up and smiled at the Administrative Assistant for the art department, “Thanks, Iris.” At least today was looking up he thought. He was finally getting a chance to meet the legendary Brian Kinney. Justin walked out of his office. As he made his way to Mr. Kinney’s office he kept thinking about Aidian. He’d never felt this way about a guy this quickly before. He knew it was nothing more than being dick whipped and infatuation. He knew that eventually the feelings would fade. Still it hurt to feel like he’d been discarded. Justin stopped in front of Brian’s assistant’s desk. She stood up and escorted him to the door. “Go on in. He’s on a call right now, but have a seat. He’s expecting you.” “Thank you,” Justin said politely as Cynthia closed the door behind him. Justin took in the office. It was exactly how he imagined Brian Kinney’s office would be. It was elegant, modern, sleek and totally state of the art. Justin had never seen Brian Kinney but he figured the office was probably a lot like it’s occupant. He stood quietly in front of the desk. Brian Kinney’s chair was turned away from him. If he listened intently he could make out the conversation. It wasn’t the conversation that interested Justin. It was the sound of the voice. It sounded so much like Aidian’s. Justin shook himself. Maybe he was just hearing things. Yet…. Brian Kinney swiveled around in his chair. The recognition of the person standing before him shocked him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He demanded as he pushed his chair back and stood up. Brian could barely believe his eyes. Jay. Justin swallowed nervously, “I have an appointment to see you. I’m J--Justin Taylor.” “Fuck,” Brian muttered as he dragged his hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe this shit. This complicated everything. The absurdity of the situation hit Justin. He thought about the last words Brian had muttered to him last night when he asked him if they would see each other again. As he was closing the door he leaned in and asked, “When will I see you again?” Brian had given him the half smirk and told him, “In your dreams.” And then he’d pulled off. Justin smirked at Brian, “I guess this is my dream.” Brian understood the pun perfectly.