A tornado of color blurred around him at full force. Brian quickly decided it was too damn early to have to tolerate so many breeder spawns. It appeared that each class was in a different colored shirt. Gus & he had been asked to wear blue.

Brian did the best he could. He settled for faded button fly Armani jeans and a blue Armani stretch cotton v-neck t-shirt. Though his entire ensemble was likely worth more than a week of Gus's tuition, it was his only option. He knew these pieces hugged him in all the right places. Which in fact was his only criteria for facing the blonde.

Looking around, he saw hundreds of students and parents swirling in chaos around seemingly endless buses. Shit. He questioned how was he even going to get this man alone at any moment today. Then he remembered that he's Brian-fucking-Kinney. 'Where there's a will , there's a way' or whatever-the-fuck. Brian was more than willing.

"Let's go find your class Gus, and figure out which bus we're on."

The child nodded and then took off running while shouting, "There's Mr. Justin!" pointing his finger as far as his tiny arm would allow.

Brian followed his sons' makeshift arrow, and saw him.

He immediately thought 'what the fuck is he wearing?'. Then all too quickly imagined the horrendously cheap outfit in a crumpled heap on the floor of his loft.

Justin was wearing wrinkled khaki cargo shorts, and the same unsightly Sunnybrooke Academy shirt he'd seen him in previously. The mans' sneakers were worn and outdated. He bit back a laugh when he caught sight of that ridiculous floppy hat.

Brian almost felt offended. These treacherous threads were holding the teacher's scrumptious figure captive; and that goddamn hat denied him the enjoyment of those golden locks.

Oh how he wanted to run his hands through that hair, take in it's scent, tangle his fingers around every strand…preferably while simultaneously buried in it's owner's luscious ass.

"Gus!" Justin exclaimed as he bent down to hug the child tightly. Then he smiled.

Three things happened.

First, time stopped and the world faded from view.
Second, Brian stopped breathing.
Lastly, he was harder than he had ever been. In Record. Fucking. Time.

'Christ' Brian thought as he struggled unsuccessfully to regain composure. That goddamn smile was the most beautiful (there's that damn word again) ,breathtaking, brightest, boldest, blinding and a plethora of other "B" words he was unable to comprehend at the moment.

Brian subconsciously glanced towards the sky to take in the newly awakened sun. Then looked back at the man hugging Gus. He couldn't help but examine the silly sun logo so rudely dominating the surface of his t-shirt. Original and reproduction were certainly no match for the rays exuding from this blond headed sunshine before him.

"Good morning sunshine!" Brian addressed the teacher laying thick his heaviest sexy drawl. He wanted to send this man a quiver to the core.

Justin couldn't hide his visible tremble. Brian sighed in satisfaction. Works every time.

That voice. Tiny fingers of ice caressed the length of Justin's body, yet somehow he burned with an intense heat. Shit. He wished he'd paid better attention in Biology. Was spontaneous combustion possible?

"Good morning Mr. Kinney." he avoided his eyes and tousled Gus's hair "You ready for some fun kiddo?" he continued; trying his best to ignore the other man's intense gaze currently burning a hole straight through him.

"So formal. Please just call me Brian."

Before Justin could answer Gus interjected. "Or you can just call him daddy like me. He likes it." He offered with every ounce of his five year old enthusiasm.

Justin's cheeks grew hot, and Brian felt a sliver of excitement as he watched color devour that perfectly pale skin. He leaned in closer to the teacher, making sure he'd be able to feel the heat of his words tickle his ear.

"Oh please call me Daddy. Gus is right. I absolutely like it." He applied a breathless whisper or rasp on all the precise lyrics of his desire.

Brian wasn't sure how he was able to refrain from nibbling the blonde's earlobe, or tracing his tongue along that slender enticing throat. He suddenly knew how a tempted vampire must feel.

Justin shifted his weight from one foot to the other and with enormous effort resisted the pull of this man's vortex. It was strictly against Academy policy to get involved in personal relationships with parents. He loved his job and respected himself.

He wasn't about to let this man think he was up for a random weekend tryst. No. He would be the 'picture of professionalism'. All he had to do was treat Brian like every other parent. He just had to get through the next day and a half with his dignity still intact.

He allowed himself a quick glance of the brunet. Not surprisingly, his eyes were still boring into him. He saw something in them that made him ache (a fucking tormenting ache.) He now had a word for that something. Predatory.

Brian's eyes were dark, sensual and most certainly mentally undressing him. He shook his head in an attempt to lessen the intensity of those gorgeous hazel pools.

One and a half days. Completely professional. How hard could it be?

"OK Gus, Brian (daddy) we're on bus #17. Just give your bags to Miss Josie and go find a seat." Yes. That sounded perfectly professional.

Brian was relishing in this young man's obvious struggle to remain calm. He was trying fervently to pretend that he wasn't feeling this sexual hurricane brewing between them. He was fiercely trying to avoid Brain's advances. 'Not fucking happening' He thought.

He sent Gus over to Miss Josie, and leaned into Justin's lips (Oh Fuck those lips) so close that they were sharing a breath.

"I 'll save you a seat sunshine." he very deliberately traced the outline of his intended 'seat' through his jeans "The best seat in the house. Kinney Guaranteed. "

As Justin watched the receding ass of GOD, he finally let himself breathe and relax. He had been holding his breath since he felt the heat of Brian's own on his lips.

He closed his eyes and lifted his face towards the sun. Remembering that vulturine glint in the brunet's eyes, the sun's heat did nothing to warm him. He was shivering, and quite honestly wondering if he was going to make it out of this alive.

One and a half days. Strictly Professional. He declared to himself, as he climbed the steps to bus #17. This was going to be the longest thirty six hours of his life.