Cynthia's POV
Pittsburgh, Kinnetik
Tuesday, 9:07 am

"Thank you for calling Kinnetik, this is Cynthia speaking. How may I help you?" I breathlessly answered the phone after sprinting down the hallway to grab it.  Brian was waiting for a call from the people at Wycked.  He'd given the pitch and now we waited with baited breath to see if they would bite.  I had confidence in Brian.  But this account was huge.  The whole agency was on edge waiting for the call.  I was surprised that Brian had stayed in New York with Justin during the big wait.  But it was just another example of how much Brian had changed.  The old Brian would have whiled away the hours drinking, drugging and tricking.  The new and improved Brian went to New York and fucked the shit out his partner.  I couldn't help but wonder if this wasn't a sign of the apocalypse sometimes, but then I realized it was a good thing and just smiled at him; which tended to piss him off, but whatever. I was a little disappointed when I learned that the call I'd almost broken a heel to answer was a call from Lindsay.

"Hi Cynthia, it's Lindsay; could you put me through to Brian please?" she asked with what seemed like a forced brightness to her voice.  I bit back my initial reaction to just hang up on her.  All I'd heard from Brian for almost a month was "Fucking Lindsay"; I guess it was starting to rub off. 

"I'm sorry, Lindsay, Brian is still in New York with Justin and they aren't due back until tonight." I answered, trying to sound pleasant and keeping an eye on the other line.

"I'm sorry, did you say New York… with Justin?" she sounded irritated and I found myself growing impatient.  "And you said… they're….not due back until tonight?"

That's right. Have you tried to call his cell phone?" I asked, hoping to divert her attention in that direction. No such luck.

"I… no, I guess I should do that." she paused and I prepared myself for the onslaught of questions.

"Cynthia…." she drawled.  God, I hated when she did that.  "Just how often has Brian gone to visit Justin since he left for New York?"  Lindsay had just crossed over my line of acceptable questions.

"I'm sorry, Lindsay but that is Brian's personal business.  You'll have to ask him when they get home."

"So, Justin is coming home then?" she pushed a little harder.

I tried to be professional.  God help me I really did.  My opinion of Lindsay had been drastically reduced over the last couple of years and her latest antics hadn't improved it.  Her manipulations had hurt Brian; betrayed Brian on levels I don't believe she fully grasped.  But I thought maybe Brian had started to and when he finally figured it out there would hell to pay.

"Yes, Justin is coming home for a visit." I said, not wanting to lie and refusing to give her information that was none of her business. I heard Jenny Rebecca crying and Gus talking to Lindsay in the background and hoped for a moment that they needed attention that would require Lindsay to hang up immediately.  But, no such luck; she just kept on talking.  

"Oh… a visit, I'm sorry, Cynthia.  I don't mean to press you.  It's just, I've been away… and well I guess I just assumed they had broken up.  I mean… with Justin in New York and Brian in Pittsburgh…. Well, it's no secret how Brian feels about normal relationships, much less long distance ones." 

I sighed.  I couldn't help it.  "Lindsay, you really don't know Brian at all anymore do you?" I asked sadly.  "They were going to get married.  They are in love.  May I ask, for what selfish reason would you not want them together and happy?  No matter where they lived respectively, can you honestly believe that distance is enough to break the bond that they share?

"Of course I want them happy, Cynthia. I just…. I just thought that Brian would let him go; allow him to have the opportunity to live every artist's dream." she said almost whimsically.

"Every artist, Lindsay? Or yours?" I asked starkly.  I wasn't surprised when she hung up the phone.

I sat at my desk looking at the phone, knowing Lindsay would run crying to Brian about mean old Cynthia and I had to smile.  I wasn't sure she wanted to open up that can of worms with Brian.

The phone rang again a moment later and I answered it; a few moments after that I was on the phone with Brian, initiating a conference call, barely able to contain myself.  Wycked had signed on with Kinnetik.  

Justin's POV
Brian's Corvette, Some Back Road in PA
Tuesday, 9:30 am

I awoke with a start and a pain in my neck.  I had fallen asleep on the way home from the airport and had apparently been sleeping in an awkward position.  Stretching and yawning, I looked around at the dark scenery flying past us.

"Good morning, Sunshine." Brian chimed.  I looked at him and managed to throw my best fuck you glare before I woke up enough to realize that weren't in the city.

"Brian, where the fuck are we?" I asked as the car slowed and pulled into a gravel drive.

"Home." he answered with a grin.  I couldn't help but grin back.

"You kept it? I thought you would have sold it after…" I didn't know what to say.  The house came into view and I was just as breathless as the day he'd brought me there to propose.

"I… had it up for sale… briefly." he admitted.  "But then I took it off the market… I just couldn't part with it."

I was touched and a little worried.  He had bought this for me with the insurance money from Babylon.  If he was opening the club again, how could he afford to keep the house?  We pulled up to the front of the house and Brian shut of the engine.
 
"Brian." I whispered and touched his face.  He smiled shyly and shrugged.

"I bought this for you, Justin. My Prince." he whispered back and looked up at the ivy covered walls.  "I couldn't sell it, and luckily… I don't have to." he turned to me and grinned.  A grin that might even put one of my alleged sunshine smiles to shame.  Then he opened his door and came around the car to open mine.  I laughed.  He looked like a little boy excited to tell someone about something they did at school that day.  We took all of the bags inside and I explored a little bit.

The house had looked empty at first glance, but as I walked deeper it appeared that Brian had furnished at least part of it.  He dragged me into the kitchen before I explored upstairs and kissed me briefly. 

"Wait here." he said briskly, disappearing into the hall.  A moment later he reappeared and pulled two champagne glasses from the cabinet then reached into the huge state of the art stainless steel refrigerator for a chilling bottle of champagne.
 

"You take this into the living room and get comfortable.  I'll be a minute." he smiled and kissed me. 

I wandered into the living room.  He had lit the fireplace and had a large tablecloth spread out before it.  I couldn't help but smile.  A picnic, Brian Kinney was giving me a picnic.  Would wonders never cease?

The room was decorated beautifully and in perfect harmony with the traditional lines of the house.  He'd seen to very detail, a perfect blending of old and new, done in beautiful shades of chocolate, wine and tan. 
 
He came into the room a little while later with plates of food and an ice bucket for the champagne.  I noticed the little tell tale line to his lips and knew he was sitting on some big news.  Brian was practically bursting with joy and all I could do is smile at him. Was I that blind?  Did I really believe he had been compromising for me? What the fuck had Lindsay talked me into?  What the fuck had we talked ourselves into?

Brian finally sat down and poured our champagne.  "I have some huge news." he said.

"I never would have guessed." I laughed.  "Brian, what's going on? You're killing me!"

"Do you remember the meeting I had yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well, it was a huge account, Justin; one that I've been eyeing for quite a long time. You'll recall Wycked Brewing Company of course?"

"Oh my God, you sealed it didn't you! You signed them!" I asked, suddenly excited.

"Just like your sweet mouth around my dick, Justin. Did you have any doubt?" his eyes sparkled in the firelight.  I knew what this meant for Kinnetik, what it meant for Brian.  And I hoped I knew what was coming next.  I didn't even dare to dream it so I toasted him and his brilliant success then poured all of my love into his mouth.  With a teasing smile I kissed him softly, sweetly; savoring his taste and delighting in his happiness.  It was something he rarely allowed to show.  Happiness, I don't think he felt he deserved it.  I never knew a man who deserved it more. 

"I am so proud of you." I whispered and smiled.  

Brian's POV
Pennsylvania, Britin
Tuesday 10:15 pm

Justin looked like a gilded angel in the firelight, laid out and naked for my mouth.  I'd taken my time making a fruit buffet of Justin's body; lines of strawberries, grapes and kiwi slices adorned his skin.  He giggled and moaned as I nibbled my way around his body.  I took the pieces between my lips and fed him; sharing the sweetness of the fruit and savoring his mouth.

The last couple pieces drew a line from his navel and down the hard length of his cock.  I knelt between his open thighs and smiled seductively as I bent to take a slice of kiwi from atop his navel.

"You know…. there seems to be something missing from this fruit salad." I whispered, stroking my tongue over the soft skin of his belly.

"Oh? And what is that?" he asked huskily.

"Cherries." I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hmm… perhaps that's because you ate them all a long time ago?" Justin giggled as I nuzzled my face into the soft hair around the base of his cock and took a grape, the last piece of fruit, into my mouth.

I looked him over, so relaxed and aroused, eyes hooded with lust and body stretched out for me.  He took my breath away.  I bent his legs and opened his thighs wider for my hungry gaze.  So beautiful; balls heavy and tight to his body in expectation and his cock so hard and swollen the plumy head begged for my tongue.  I bent to taste him and breathe warm over of his heated skin.  His dick twitched with need and a low groan escaped his lips.

"Brian." he moaned.  I smiled.  He was so fun to tease.  But I had a gift to give that was long over due.  Something he'd always wanted to do but we'd never experimented with.  I couldn't wait to see him.  My own cock twitched when I pictured him with his gift.

"Maybe not…all of them, Justin." I whispered.  He raised an eyebrow.

"What horizon have we not explored?" he asked skeptically.

I stood and went to get the first part of his gift.  I handed him a small exquisitely wrapped box.  He looked at me, confused.

"It's a gift, you open it." I whispered.  He chuckled and gingerly pulled at the paper.  I rolled my eyes and smiled.  He opened presents like he was diffusing a bomb.  Christmas and birthdays could be the longest days of my life.

When he finally opened it he pulled out the gift, a black velvet blindfold.  He looked at me and arched his eyebrow.  "A blindfold?"

I nodded and pulled him to his feet, with a warm cloth I cleaned the remaining fruit juice from his skin then walked behind him.  "Yes, a blindfold."  I took it from his hand and put it on him.  Gently I kissed his exposed neck and felt his body relax against mine.  He was so easy, but that was just one of the things I loved about him.  I moved to stand before him and took his hand.

"Come with me." I whispered.  Slowly we made our way to the bedroom where I had quickly set up for the evening while he was getting cozy in the living room.  The bedroom was another room I'd decorated.  I don't know why I'd decided to do it.  It started out as a suggestion from Jennifer that furnished rooms sell a house faster.  But when I realized I'd begun decorating with Justin's tastes in mind I had to take the house off the market.  When the call had come that morning while Justin was in the shower I'd decided to bring him to the house to stay while he was home.  I'd decided to keep it.  It was for Justin; a declaration of my love for him and what I hoped one day would be a home away from home for Gus.  Tonight was the beginning of a million memories I planned to have here.  The account with Wycked had opened so many doors. 

When we got to the bedroom door I stopped him, opened it then pulled him inside.  I positioned him in the center of the room next to his gift.  He let out a breathy, nervous laugh.

I kissed his parted lips and plunged my tongue inside them briefly then pulled back.  I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth, biting gently.  "Trust me, Justin" I whispered in his ear, hot breath caressing his neck.

Justin's POV
Pennsylvania, Britin
Tuesday 10:45 pm

Of course I trusted Brian.  But I couldn't imagine what cherry he planned to pop.  There wasn't much we hadn't explored.  His strong hands grasped my shoulders and pushed me back.  I felt helpless but excited, waiting to bump into a bed or a couch or a chair.  But I gasped when the backs of my thighs hit something I couldn't identify.  It swung back and slapped my legs gently before it registered what Brian had waiting for me.  My heart beat increased.  I felt Brian's arms around me laying me back into the hammock of the swing.  Oh my God, I'd been trying to get him to buy one of those for years.  I thought they were so hot.  He'd always shrugged and blew it off.  I'd always assumed he was afraid I'd try and get him in the swing.  But now here he was tying my legs open and cuffing my hands to the bar I knew was above me.  I felt exposed and completely owned; owned by Brian.

The darkness surrounded me.  I could only hang in the expectation of his whims.  I gasped when he spoke.

"God, you're beautiful." he said huskily.  "I know you've always wanted this, Justin. Do you still?" he asked.  I almost couldn't speak.

"Yes." I croaked, unable to say more.

I heard him moving around and the scrape of something against the hardwood floor.  Then I felt his strong hands spread my ass and push my legs up higher.  He adjusted the straps and went back to my ass.

"So open for me, Justin." he whispered almost to himself and my ass clenched in expectation as I felt the warmth of his breath at my hole.  His tongue touched me, probed me gently and stroked around the edge.  I felt him flatten his tongue and lick from my ass to my balls, gently pressing; I moaned for him, urging him on.  He nuzzled my balls and sucked them into his mouth then moved back to my hole.  He lapped gently, driving me crazy, making my hips buck trying to get his tongue inside me.  But he had all the control.  His hands held me firm and he took his time.  There was nothing I could do but revel in the pleasure, moan and beg for more.  He hadn't even touched my cock and I could feel the pre come leaking onto my belly.  I was so hard and he just kept torturing my hole; bringing me to the brink of orgasm with just the sweet hot warmth of his mouth on my ass.

He knew my body like it was his own and he worked it until I was gasping with need.  He pulled back and I moaned at the loss of pressure, the loss of the warmth.

"My needy little slut." he breathed.  "Look at that tight, wet hole.  Open and wanting me to fill it."  I moaned at his words. 

"Brian." I begged with the only word I could find.

I felt his hands on my thighs, stroking lightly, roamed my skin, raising goose bumps, teasing and touching.  His fingers grazed the hard pebbles of my nipples and I cried out.  He traced lines of need across my chest and face and stroke across a pool from my leaking cock before they pushed between my lips.  I sucked eagerly and moaned for him.

I felt him move between my open thighs and heard the crinkle of the condom as he rolled it down the long length of his cock.  I shuddered in anticipation and almost came right there.  His warm hand circled my belly, calming me until I felt the head of him touch my needy hole. 

"Brian!" I gasped.  "Please!"

His cock disappeared and was replaced by slick fingers pushing inside me, opening me wider.  They danced over the center of my pleasure and again I almost came. 

"Not yet, Justin; not until I say so. Not until you feel my hard prick slamming into your hot, sweet ass." he rasped. 

"Fuck me." I managed and his fingers pulled out of me.  I groaned at the loss but his fingers were soon replaced with his cock.  Slowly he pushed inside me.  So hard, so thick, I groaned and tried to grind down on his prick, needing to be filled, to be fucked.  But I was reminded of the futility of my movements. 

"Ahhh…" he groaned, the room resounding with his passion as he slowly moved his hips grinding into me until his balls touched my ass.   "Justin." he moaned and started pumping.  I felt weightless; all control in his hands, in his hips. I felt him still his hips and grasp my ass.  Brian pushed me forward and I felt his cock slip almost out of me.  He pulled me back, filling me again.

"So tight, Justin; fuck." he swung me forward and back; a slow and aching rhythm that left me hungry and begging for more of him.

"You want more, Justin?" he growled.

"All of you." I gasped and he slammed into me, stroking against my sweet spot.

"You already have all of me, Justin; every inch, every part of me. And I'll give it to you, over and over again." he breathed and began a relentless rhythm.  I felt him reach up and unhook one of the wrist cuffs.

"Jack your cock, Justin.  I wanna see your come shoot all over your chest."  I reached down and stroked myself in time with the thrusts of his cock, moaning and completely lost.

"Brian, please." I begged him to come.

"Yeah, yeah Justin, now!" he commanded and I exploded, come shooting up my chest.  I moaned when he pulled out.  In my euphoria I heard a snap as he pulled the condom from his dick then felt the hot wetness of his come joining mine on my chest, belly and cock; his fingers slid into my ass, massaging deep, working my body through the waves of my orgasm.

Brian slowly withdrew his fingers and the other wrist cuff.  I felt his arms pull me up slightly and his warm wet tongue blaze a trail over my chest, lapping up our come.  His mouth took mine in a searing kiss, the taste of us mingling on our tongues.  Eventually he pulled the blindfold from my head.  When I adjusted to the light I looked into his eyes.  They blazed with an intensity I'd never seen before.  They screamed out his love and I found I didn't need the words.  But he gave them anyway.

"I love you." he whispered and that was the greatest gift.  

Brian's POV
Pennsylvania, Britin
Wednesday 12:10 am

After we bathed and I had his pleasantly warm and compliant body tucked closed to mine in the huge bed I had bought for him, Justin sighed contentedly.  I stroked the soft skin of his hip and debated telling him about my plan.  Telling him what I wanted for us and where I thought we were headed.  But tonight it was enough to just be here with him.  We could debate our place in the future at a later time when I wasn't feeling so damned…. happy?  It was such a rare thing, this feeling, this glow.  Perhaps a part of me was afraid he'd say no.  That he'd argue with me.  I knew in my heart that he wouldn't.  But that night…I didn't want to chance it.