By the way, check out the lyrics to Plenty by Sarah McLachlan (it plays during the credits of 2.19) It almost perfectly describes the situation in this episode
Brian flipped through his books, sighing. Internally, he cursed the idiots who had fucked up because, of course, he was the one who had to fix it. A niggling little voice in the back of his head wondered where Justin was. He wasn't usually out this late. He took another sip of wine, savoring the heavy taste on his tongue, silently debating whether or not to get up and find something stronger. The door slid open. Justin was back.
"You're working late." I could say the same thing about you. What are you up to, Sunshine?
"Well, that's one of the benefits of being a partner. Give someone something to do, they fuck it up, and then you get to do it yourself." He turned back to the books, aware of Justin stepping closer.
"You asked for it."
"Yeah. And I got it. Where have you been?" He noticed the hesitation, the slight pause of thought. Justin, what aren't you telling me?
"Studying. And I had get these. What do you think?" He opened the poster with a flourish.
He took the poster, looked at it. "My own little advertising genius! I told you I'd help you."
"You're too busy." Justin started to walk away, but Brian caught him by the hem of his shirt.
"C'mere." Justin wrestled out of his grip.
"I have to shower, I stink."
Brian turned back to his work, sighed. What's going on? What the hell is up with you? "From studying?"
"Sweating over a project."
Huh. Brian pulled his lips into his mouth and tapped out a rhythm on his book. What's with you? It wasn't like Justin to refuse sex. It wasn't like Justin to act that way, twist out of his grasp and brush him off like that. He heard the shower turn on and stared in the direction of the bathroom. Random scenarios, reasons, rapid-fired in his head, but he pushed them away. He rolled his neck, grimacing, both at the pain and at his thoughts.
Standing, he loosened his tie and pulled it off, unbuttoning his shirt. He shed his clothes, dropping them on the floor before silently stepping into the bathroom. For a moment, he stayed in the doorway, admiring Justin's pale body. Then he opened the door to the shower. Justin jumped, starting, and the tension level rose just a bit.
"You scared me." Why? It's not like I haven't showered with you before.
"Relax, it's not that kind of a shower scene."
He kissed Justin, pressing close. The blonde barely reciprocated before pulling away. "I thought you had work to do."
"I got all sweaty, too!" He mocked, running has hands across Justin's neck before leaning down to kiss him again. This time he kissed back, fierce and wanting, before stopping suddenly.
"Brian?" he sounded uncertain. Brian raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was listening. But Justin seemed to change his mind about whatever it was he was going to say, and instead kissing him tentatively before pressing closer. When Justin turned away from him, he gently took the blonde head in one hand and manhandled him to the glass wall. He kissed Justin's neck, enjoying the pleasure that rolled off the young man. He grabbed and opened a condom from the stash on the little shelf. He lined himself up, kissing the side of Justin's mouth, then sliding down to kiss and suck his neck. Together, they bent, Justin helping a little as he pushed in, then straightened up. Brian thrust slowly into his Sunshine, letting his mind wander from the pleasurable heat surrounding his cock, kissing the back of Justin's neck.
Justin's hands scrabbled for purchase on the glass, and he leaned his head back. Brian caressed his throat gently, the feel of Justin's head against his neck, the scent of Justin's hair, making him want to grab the young man, toss him on the bed, and fuck his brains out. But he took it slow. Because Justin had been pissy and weird lately, so he decided not to push, even as he wondered what was causing such strange behaviour.