Brian's POV
Poppers, Pittsburgh
Wednesday February 1, 2006 9:30 pm

"He's hot." Justin pointed to a tall and beautifully built brunet man dancing in a group of substandard booby prizes.

"Had him." I answered and he laughed.

"When?" he asked and I grew a little uncomfortable.

"I don't know, Justin. I just had him." I sighed.  "How about him?" I pointed across the club to a thickly muscled man with tattoos across his back.

Justin wrinkled his nose. "No."

"Will you two just go in the backroom and fuck someone already?" Emmett said and slid between us, throwing his arms over our shoulders. 

"We both have to agree, Em.  Those are the rules." Justin explained.

"Well, you agree on each other.  So why don't you just do that?"  I couldn't help but laugh.  Now Emmett was reading my mind. What the fuck, was everyone getting Rage powers?

"You take all the fun out of this, Honeycutt." I said and disentangled Emmett's arm from Justin's shoulders.  "The night is young, Justin. Wanna dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Justin responded and followed me to the dance floor, leaving Emmett shaking his head behind us.  I knew he knew.  I realized that they all knew I hadn't been to the backroom since Justin left.  But I also knew I couldn't let Justin know.

I hadn't been exactly monogamous but I also hadn't exactly been tricking either.  Twice since Justin left I'd found my way to the seedy underbelly of Pittsburgh, the baths.  The first time was no more than a hand job and the second time I'd gotten off on the face on a beautiful blond Adonis.  Both experiences had let me feeling hollow inside and I hadn't gone back.  I was examining my new perspective and I wasn't ready to share.  I wouldn't let Justin know because I didn't want to let him down.  What if I wasn't ready and ended up fucking someone and Justin thought I was here being faithful?  I couldn't leave him in New York thinking I was being faithful; his nature was to follow suit and if I was wrong… if I couldn't do this….. I just couldn't hurt Justin like that again.

Hunting was different.  It was us…. together.  The thought of sharing a trick made me so hot my dick hurt.  I loved to watch Justin fuck other men.  I loved to fuck him while he fucked other men; seeing him in control, watching how his body moved.  There was something so erotic in the way his eyes met mine as he pounded some guy's ass while the guy blew me; how our lips met while we both received pleasure from the same trick.  Justin in his ass and my cock buried deeply down the trick's throat; it really wasn't about the trick.  It was about us.

We moved under the spinning lights, our bodies grinding together to the beat.  I closed my eyes and everyone else disappeared.  I could feel every inch of his body against mine and decided it might be nice to share a little fun too.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tab of E and raised my eye brow at Justin.  He nodded and smiled.  Oh, he was feeling slutty tonight.  I put the tab on my tongue and kissed him, sharing the fun as our tongues slid seductively against each other.

Sometime later I knew Justin was feeling fine.  He had taken off his shirt and was dancing with his back to me, his ass grinding into my dick.  My hands roamed over his body as we danced and I watched as man after man approached and he turned them away.  He was being very picky but that's okay.  He could decide who he wanted to take home.  It appeared that the news had traveled; the prey knew we were hunting and they were offering themselves up for the sacrifice.

Soon it seemed Justin had allowed someone to get close.  I opened my eyes to find a tall, handsome man with closely cropped blond hair smiling seductively at us and dancing close.  His body was hard and thick and he moved well.  Justin had such good taste.  The trick had a beautiful mouth and I imagined sinking my cock between his plump lips.  Oh yes, Justin had good taste indeed. 

"Very nice." I whispered into Justin's ear.  "Do you want him?"

"Oh yeah." he said breathily.  His voice went right to my cock and I smiled at the trick, beckoning his closer. 

*******

I was stretched out on the bed smoking a joint watching Justin get his dick sucked, opal light bathed his pale skin.  He looked like a wanton God standing next to the bed gazing at the kneeling trick.  I stood and moved behind Justin offering him a toke.  He inhaled deeply and leaned his head back on my shoulder.

I watched the long length of him slip inside the trick's beautiful mouth; saw his sweet swollen head slide around they trick's lips.  I felt Justin's hand graze my thigh and close around my cock.  Lazily he stroked me with soft seductive caresses. Then he pulled me to his side.

"Suck us both." he commanded the trick.  I loved the way his evil mind worked.  I felt the trick pull me closer and the hard length of Justin's cock stroke against mine.  Justin's skin was so soft and slick from his saliva.  I groaned low in my throat when I felt the trick's mouth greedily swallow my cock.  His eyes smiled up at me as he worked it a little before taking Justin's in his hand.  Justin and I stood close as his warm mouth licked and sucked around both our cocks.  I pulled Justin close for a kiss, my tongue roughly pushing into his mouth and claiming him.  I could feel hands caressing and gently pulling at my balls and felt Justin moan into my mouth.  It was time to move this party onto the bed.

I put my hand on the trick's shoulder and he pulled back.  I motioned for him to lie on the bed and handed him the rest of the joint which he finished off very quickly.  His cock was long and had a beautiful curve to it.  I saw Justin admiring it and urged him to suck it.  The trick groaned when Justin's expert mouth surrounded him.  Justin was a master cock sucker and I loved to watch others writhe beneath him, moan as his tongue dipped into their slit and he tasted their pre come.  I leaned down to whispered in Justin's ear.

"Take it easy, Justin, you'll have his thick cum sliding down your throat in a moment if you don't take your time."  Justin chuckled and with one final stroke of his tongue he sat up.

The trick groaned in protest of the loss as Justin shared his taste with me in a searing kiss. 

"Roll over." I told the man and he complied eagerly pushing his ass into the air.  "Do you want to fill that tight little ass with your cock, Justin? Make him beg for it?" I growled in his ear.  He nodded and stroked himself a few times. 

"Yeah, I want to fill his ass and watch him suck you." he responded.  I leaned over to grab a condom and lube.  Justin watched in a daze as I covered his hard-on in latex.  I prepared the trick for him using generous amounts of lube.  Justin may have a compact body but there was nothing small about his cock.  I had the guy's hips straining back into my hand in no time.

"Fuck me." the trick whispered and Justin slid the head of his cock up to his entrance.  I wanted to watch Justin enter him, see the head of his cock disappear into the trick.  I placed my open palm onto the guys back, rubbing soothing circles over his skin.  I heard him purr and beg Justin to fuck him.  God, watching Justin was almost as good as taking the trick myself.

With an exhale of breath Justin pushed inside him and the trick cried out in pain.  Justin waited for the man to relax and nod his head before slowly sinking the rest of the way inside. 

"Oh, Brian, he's so tight." Justin moaned.

"Fuck him, Justin." my words mingled with the trick's when he begged for it and Justin began a slow and grinding rhythm.

I watched for a few moments.  Justin's pale skin contrasted beautifully against his tan; both shining in the opal light above the bed.  I was reminded of the throbbing of my own cock when the trick looked over his shoulder and breathlessly asked to suck my cock.

I sat on my knees and felt his mouth engulf me; so hot and sweet.  With every one of Justin's thrusts the guy was pushed forward.  He swallowed me and moaned, vibrating around my prick.  Justin looked at me across the expanse of the guy's smooth, hard back and I had to kiss his lips.  I leaned forward and with a breathless groan I took his mouth, plunging my tongue in time with his thrusts.  Justin broke the kiss and threw his head back moaning loudly, exposing his neck.  I bit down then laved the hurt with my tongue, and began to fuck the trick's mouth.  I could feel the tension in Justin's body and knew he was close when he reached beneath him and started to work the man's dick in his fist.

The trick was bucking and sucking mindlessly, lost to the pleasure of Justin's dick.  It wasn't long before he came; swallowing me whole and working his throat around my dick.  I exploded with Justin's eyes locked with mine.  A moment later, Justin cried out and joined me in the hazy glow that had engulfed my body.

Justin pulled out of him and pitched the condom into the trash before collapsing onto the bed beside me. I pulled him close and kissed him.  The trick knew when he had served his purpose and quickly took his leave but not before pausing on his way out the bedroom.

"Thank You." he said quietly as he watched us a moment. 

I was feeling generous at that point and he'd been quite good so I indulged him.

"For what?" I asked "You could have gotten off with anyone at that club."  He was silent a moment as if he was afraid of angering me.  He glanced at Justin's naked body which I was suddenly feeling protective of.  I was surprised when the man handed me the edge of the duvet and helped me cover Justin. 

"For sharing what you so obviously cherish." he whispered and with a smile he was gone.  I looked at Justin who was already dozing quietly.  He looked content and happy and I knew it was more than just the sex. 

Justin's POV
Kinnetik, Pittsburgh
Thursday February 2, 2006 9:54 am

The office was crazy with the news that Kinnetik landed Wycked Brewing Company.  Brian made the official announcement that morning.  He said he'd be meeting with the department heads to determine who would be pulled in to assist on the project.  As I headed for my makeshift office he stopped me.

"Justin, I'd like you to be in on this too.  You've got the edgy eye we need to be involved…if you're interested…" he let the invitation hang. 

I smiled and nodded.  "Sure, I'd love to sit in."  He flashed a knowing smile and I winced.  He'd dangled the worm and I was hooked, what could I say.  This was my second day and already I was excited.  It wasn't just that it was Brian's company although to be honest, that was a part of it.  But it was so fresh and exciting.  There was a constant stream of creative energy in the art department.  It was inspiring.  I'd already told Brian not to make plans for me that night because I had an idea for a painting that I couldn't shake.  I needed to work a little bit.  Brian said that was okay, he'd be working late from home anyway.  Sometimes it just seemed being around Brian gave me that inspiration.  But, that in conjunction with the incredible energy I'd been soaking up from my fellow artists, I was buzzing and I was happy. 

Watching Brian in the throws of passion is magnificent.  I never thought I'd see anything quite like it.  But as I watched Brian make plans, bark orders and become impassioned by the possibilities of the new campaign I'd have to say it came in a close second. 

"Linda, I need you to choose the artists for the project team.  I'm going to have you head the project but, Justin, if you're interested, I'd like you to serve as a creative consultant on this.  You're young and the perfect demographic and you've got the edgy eye that we need.”

"I'd love to Brian." I responded.  I was excited to be working on Brian's biggest client.  I was also worried about Linda.  She was going to assign her little list of favorites to the project.  This one needed a fresh perspective and not the usual crap that pissed Brian off so much.

As everyone made plans I tried to work out how to level the playing field for the artists and in doing so, alleviate some of Brian's stress.  There were some very talented artists at Kinnetik.  They just needed the opportunity to let their talent be known. 

When Brian asked for any suggestions or issues we'd like to discuss, I spoke up.

"Brian, I was thinking…. I've been in the art department only a day and I see that you really do have some talented artists here at Kinnetik.

Brian snorted, but I continued. "I know that you've been periodically frustrated by the work that comes to you."

The department heads chuckled and I couldn't help but smile back at them.  Brian's tirades in the art department were legendary.  As I looked around the room I noticed Linda was barely concealing a glare that she had carefully aimed at the table.  I smiled pleasantly at her and directed my gaze back to Brian who was glaring back at the department heads.

"Perhaps if we open up the field on this one, since it's such a huge opportunity for Kinnetik, why don't we allow all of the artists an opportunity to be involved?  Give teams of them the concept and see what they can come up with.  It would be a huge incentive for the artists and it would get them all excited about the project.  It would also give you an opportunity to see some of the great talent you've got here." I smiled at Brian and awaited his response.

He nodded thoughtfully.  "I don't know how often I've wanted to go down and fire the entire art department." he glanced at Linda.  "And it's imperative that the Wycked Ad be perfect. There's no room for fuck ups on this one. Justin, I think your idea is perfect.  The art department needs to be shaken up. I'll give it an extra incentive too.  We'll make it a contest. I'll be the judge and the wining team will get a little paid time off once the campaign is off the ground."

He smiled sarcastically at Linda.  "Linda, you and Justin can help me judge."

She smiled back. "That sounds great Mr. Kinney. I'm sure the department will be excited about the opportunity."  I smiled back at her and hoped that I hadn't just made an enemy. 

Brian's POV
Kinnetik, Pittsburgh
Thursday February 2, 2006 11:00 am

Justin was up to something.  I had no idea what it was, but he had obviously seen something going on in the art department that he felt needed adjusted.  I really did like his idea.  I had thought for sometime that the stuff coming out of the art department was for shit.  It took me going down there and raising hell to get some half decent results.  And the stuff for Wycked needed to be perfect.  Linda was obviously pissed, but it would do her some good.  She had ruled that roost maybe for too long.  If everything went well with my plan, well….I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

My cell phone began vibrating in my pocket and when I looked at the caller id I was surprised to see it was Lindsay.  She usually called through Cynthia when I was at work.  I was a little ambivalent about talking with her.  I still hadn't completely processed all that happened over the past couple months.

"Hey Lindz." I answered.

"Hi, Brian." she greeted me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, just busy. We landed a huge client and the agency is jumping."

Her voice got high and annoying like it gets when she's being fake.  "That's great, Brian. I'm so happy for you. How is Justin?"

I smiled and nodded. Here was the reason for her call.

"He's fine."

"That's great, I heard he was home…. for a visit?" Lindsay drawled.  I rolled my eyes and wondered which one of the "gang" she had talked to.

"Yes. Justin is home for a visit. And he's working with me as a freelance artist on a project for the next two weeks." I told her.  She was silent for a moment and I could just see her face in my mind.  I felt my heart rate rise as I prepared for her reprimand.

"Brian….. Do you really think it's fair to lure him back to Pittsburgh?" I had expected it.  But I wasn't prepared for the painful hurt around my heart when she started in.  Didn't she get it?  Didn't she want to see me happy?

"Lindsay, I wouldn't lure him back to Pittsburgh." I spat.  "He was offered a job by one of my clients. He bartends at a club in New York and the owner took a liking to him.  I met the owner during one of my visits and ended up signing them.  She wanted Justin to do the art work on the ad and she commissioned him to do a mural at the club." I don't know why I explained it.  I shouldn't have to explain.

"Just how often have you visited, Justin?" she asked. 

"Why, Lindsay?"

"Well, when Justin left…. well I thought you'd let him go.  Allow him to live his dream.  If you keep visiting and walking back into his life… confusing him. He's never going to get the chance. And you…I never could imagine you as a tamed animal."

"You thought we broke up?" I was stunned. She paused before she answered.

"I thought…. yes." Lindsay said so much with that one word.  And I suddenly saw everything so much clearer.

"Lindsay, did you ever stop to ask Justin what his dream is? Did you ever stop to ask me how I felt when I was with Justin? It just so happens, Justin's not so sure about his path.  You'd know that if you asked him.  And as for me… my feeling about Justin; Lindsay, the only time I feel free… free of worry, free of my past, free of myself is when I have Justin tucked safely by my side."

"Brian, I" she started but suddenly I heard crying in the background. It was Gus and my heart clenched. I missed him so much.

"Gus, shhhh. I'm on the phone with your Da." Lindsay said and he stopped crying.  His little voice came through the line and nearly broke my heart.

"Da's on the phone?" he asked.

"Lindsay, let me talk to him." I demanded.

"Oh… um… ok." she stammered.

"Gus, your Da wants to talk to you." Lindsay said.

"Da?" Gus spoke into the phone and I felt my heart beat calm.

"Hey SonnyBoy. How are you?" I asked. "Why are you crying?"  I heard him sniff loudly and smiled remorsefully.

"Oh, nothing Da. I'm fine. I'm a big boy." he answered. 
"Are you sure, son? You sounded awfully upset." I wondered what the fuck was going on. I could hear Lindsay whispering to someone but couldn't tell who she was talking to or about what.

"No, Da, I'm fine. Are you coming for a visit soon? I miss you." Gus asked.  I couldn't get away right now with the Wycked campaign starting. But as soon as that was under control I had to get up there.

"Soon, Gus; I promise. I'll make a plan with your Mommy with in the Month okay?"  But he sounded disappointed and sad.

"Okay, Da.  How is Jus? I miss him too. Can he come with you when you visit, Da?" he sounded hopeful and I hoped that Justin would be available. "I'll talk to him, Gus, and if he can, Justin will be there.

"Okay. Da, Mommy wants the phone back."

"Okay Sonnyboy. Be good for your Mommies."

Gus handed the phone back to Lindsay.

"He misses you, Brian." she said.

"Yeah, well I'm not one who moved to fucking Canada." I responded, feeling raw and exposed. "Why was he crying, Lindsay?"

She was silent a moment and I knew something was up.

"He's okay, Brian. He just fell down outside."

"He would have told me that, Lindz. What's going on? Is he okay?"

"Of course, Brian. He's fine." she insisted.  I didn't believe her.

"Look, Lindz, I need to get up there and see him.  I can't get away right now. But, I'd like to visit with in the month." I said and again I was greeted with silence.

"Yeah, Brian. That's fine. Gus…. misses you. Would…. would you be bringing Justin?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, Lindsay. If he is available, I will bring Justin. What the fuck is your problem all of a sudden. You always liked Justin?"

"We love Justin!" she exclaimed.  "Please don't get me wrong, Brian. We love Justin. And he is always welcome in our home."

"That's good, Lindz. Because no matter what you think I should or shouldn't be doing… my involvement with Justin is none of your fucking business.  We will be making the decisions about what's right for us from now on.  And the rest of you can go fuck yourselves with your opinions and helpful advice."

Cynthia buzzed and I answered. "What?"

"Brian, your 11:30 is here." she announced.

"Thanks, Cynthia. Give me a minute and send him in." I said.

"Lindz, I have to go…. I'll call you to make arrangements." I said coldly.

"Ok… Brian… um… I was actually calling because….I was wondering if…"

"How much?" I asked, once again rolling my eyes and wondering again what the fuck was going on up there in Lesbian Land.