ORANGE IS THE NEW BLUE

Chapter 1

The Adman

Brian Kinney was very pleased with himself.

Not everybody saw that as an asset. The trouble with Brian was that he was very pleased with himself all the time. It became very tiring.

Well, why shouldn't he be? He was just approaching 30, was handsome, made sure he went to the gym regularly, and had just started his own ad agency, Kinnetic. True it was a fledgling business but he'd be on the top in no time, especially when he'd poached enough clients from his former boss.

SHIT! Except it didn't turn out like that. Every contact in Brian's database seemed to have gotten wind of his defection. Vance had proven not to be as dull-witted as Brian had thought and had practically blackballed him. (And not in the good, life-affirming way either!)

One by one they had all politely but firmly declined all his offers and wooing. And then, all of a sudden, he had come to the end of his list and he found he was left with only one company who had not rejected him, Brown Athletics, a shoemaking company.

"Ahh well!" thought Brian, "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And that's just what he did, throwing himself heart and soul into the campaign.

Unfortunately, although he had the heart of a lion and the soul of a poet (or so he thought) it turns out he did not have the soul of an artist. All his display boards were shit. And his first presentation to the Brown people was shit. They hated it and Brian barely was able to keep them from jumping ship. As it was, he had to do a thing he hated more than anything. He begged. He hated the weasel-ey, sniveling, groveling tone that came into his voice but he did it. He was desperate.

In the end though, it worked. They didn't leave his agency and he and his only employee, Cynthia, lived to see another day….of employment.

Cynthia was the only one to believe in him when he left Vance's and was his personal assistant and man Friday. They often joked that if Brian were straight, she'd probably be his wife.

Not tonight though. After the Brown people left, she screamed at him for a quarter hour, slapped his face like he was her bitch, a few times and shook him by the collar like a weight trainer making a shaker of whey protein. She told him to smarten up and not blow this or she was going back to Vance. Then she went home.

Brian was left with a bruised ego and cheekbones and otherwise shaky from the shaking. There was nothing for him to do though, so he gathered up his shitty display boards and went home to his loft, which he could no longer afford.

When he got there, he set them up and looked at them as if they would suddenly come to life and fix themselves. Of course, this didn't happen. And the more Brian looked, the more annoyed and frustrated he got until he knew there was only one thing to do.

And what was that you may ask? Why, go to his favorite playground, Babylon, of course! To lose himself in the music, get wasted on drugs, and find a warm and willing ass to bury himself and his troubles balls deep in. And so, he got dressed in his favorite club clothes, hopped in his jeep, and headed out.

Alas, the music was annoying, his friends company was either over the top, (Emmett) or sycophantic, (Michael), the E that Anita sold him should have been rated D for defective, and in the back room, there were too many warm and willing bodies to make it worth his while. Brian felt like a kid in a candy store but all they were selling were Mr. Goodbar. (In short, all the same thing.)

Brian put on his bored mask and headed out, followed by a few of his friends that he had promised a ride to. But as they stepped onto the sidewalk, and stood there blowing smoky breath of cold, adjusting to the winter weather, Brian saw something that chucked rides, reason and rhyme out the window.

He didn't know it yet but that was the point where his world was changed forever. And actually, it's where our story really begins.

B*J*B*J*B*J

He looked across the street. There was steam gushing out of multiple heating grates in the street and out of the mist stepped a blond boy no more than 18. He was small yet perfectly proportioned. He had a bubble butt, perfect ears and styled hair that looked like he had snuck out from the suburbs. He wore sneakers, jeans, a white t-shirt and a plaid shirt over that and a jean jacket. It was the only protection he wore against the cold.

The boy leaned against a lamp-post. The light shone down and made his sunshine hair glow. With his ethereal appearance and his slight but perfect features, Brian was reminded of an elf.

The boy looked across the street at the club hungrily but wistfully. He desired entrance to it like water but knew for various reasons he would not be granted access.

Their eyes met and locked. The elfin boy had eyes of the purest blue and so bright, Brian could see them from here. A strange thing happened. The world greyed out, the clamoring voices of his friends became the indistinct noise of a great crowd and all that there was in the world was him and those too blue eyes.

He abandoned everything and everyone and walked across the street till he was standing under the lamp-post with the elven creature. He looked into the handsome face, his eyes never leaving his blue counterpart's and said: "How's it going? Had a busy night?"

The blond elfin man-boy shrugged and casually said "Just checkin' out the bars you know? Boytoy…Meathook…"

The elf was adorable. "Meathook? Really. So you're into leather?" Brian asked. He knew he wasn't. The boy was a neophyte and so WASP that it hurt.

"Sure," the blond bluffed bravely.

"Where you headed?"

"Nowhere special."

"I can change that," Brian heard himself as if from a long way off, feeling as if this double entendre was the most important one of his life.

B*J*B*J*B*J

Brian and Justin hopped into Brian's jeep and left his protesting friends in the cold and snowy dust.

Brian drove as fast as legally possible to his loft and hustled his blond treasure inside.

The blond treasure eyed him nervously and tried to pretend he knew what he was doing. "Uhh…nice place. I like your kitchen."

Brian didn't respond. He took off his shirt and dumped a bottle of water all over his head and chest. After the heat of Babylon the cool water felt fantastic. The blond neophyte was hypnotized by the water running all over his chest, as Brian knew he would be.

"Do you like Special K?" asked Brian.

"It's OK. I like Cheerios better."

Brian shucked off his shoes. "I don't mean the kind you eat with bananas. My disco pharmacologist cooks this up for me." He held up a packet.

"Uhhh…I'm really allergic to a lot of drugs…" The elfin lad began to be nervous and rambled on for a while revealing allergies to penicillin, Tylenol, and codeine. Brian was charmed and knew the lad was a virgin to drugs and probably to sex as well. He couldn't wait to be the elf's teacher in all things queer.

"Well, we'll keep all that on the top shelf. Out of reach." he said, when Justin finally ran down like a tired clock. He pocketed his drugs and then pulled off his pants and then underwear. He stood there totally nude with water still glistening off his golden body.

"So are you coming or going?" he asked, "Or coming and going. Or coming and staying." But by this time, he wasn't really asking because he knew the answer. He knew what would happen.

And it did happen. The elfin blond man was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He looked upon him like Brian was a work of art, stone made flesh, all for him. And then drawing closer and closer he pressed himself to Brian until they were chest to chest and they were looking into each other's eyes and their lips were inches apart. Justin stopped for a moment, not really knowing how to proceed but unable to stop the biology that was pushing him inexorably forward, like a wave that is forced forward, ever forward until it crashes down onto the shore.

And then Brian's mouth was crashing down upon his and Justin lost all coherent thought. Brian's tongue was warm and soft from years of Jim Beam and it filled his mouth. And then Brian was sucking at his and that felt great too. They slid them together in a primal dance as old as Adam and Eve. A great pleasure, the likes of which Justin had never felt rose within him. He knew a part of him was losing control and he liked it. He also knew Brian was high and probably wouldn't remember this the same way. But he didn't care. He was tired of being a boy. He wanted to be a man. And he knew he had chosen correctly. On the street, he had turned down several offers before Brian had approached him by his lamp-post. He now knew this was why.

So tired of being a boy. He thought this would make him a man. As the kiss went on and the pleasure grew, his body grew limp and malleable. It occurred to him he might have made a mistake. He thought he'd be a man….he was only a boy…He wanted to be a man….now he was only a toy…..

And God help him….he let himself be played with. All night long.

B*J*B*J*B*J

They sucked. They did 69. Brian gave Justin his first rim job that left him gasping. And then, lifting his legs, after preparing him carefully, Brian eased into him and they fucked all…night…long.

"Look into my eyes," Brian told the virgin when they started, "From this time on, whoever else you're with, I want you to always feel me inside you. Justin obediently looked up at him and Brian moved in and out slowly, then faster and faster, and made the boy a man.

They fucked without interruption until 3 AM. At that point, they collapsed on the sweaty duvet. They looked at each other, panting heavily.

"Ready for round two?" Brian said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Round two!? Are you kidding me? Maybe tomorrow," replied the blond.

"Sorry sweetcheeks," Brian warned, and lightly slapped his ass, "I don't do repeats."

"This was my first time. I guess you figured that out. Anyway, I guess I don't know what I do. But I told my Mom I was sleeping over at a friend's tonight. So I don't suppose I could…come…and stay…at least until the buses start running again?"

"Well…I guess that'd be all right," said Brian, pretending it was a huge imposition.

"Mmmmmm…thanks," the blond said sleepily and snuggled in for a hug and then turned over on his own side.

And that's when it happened. As Justin turned over, his eye fell on Brian's POS display boards. His sleepiness vanished. "What's that?" he asked, propping up on one elbow.

"Work," Brian said shortly, "And soon to be unemployment." At Justin's silent prompting, he continued, "It's a shoe ad. But the art's all wrong."

"Yes. I can see that," said the elf.

"What!? Who the hell do you think you are, you little shit? I worked hard on that."

"I think I'm an artist. I've been drawing and painting since I was five. I hope to go to PIFA someday. I'd really like to be a cartoonist or an animator one day and…." He stopped, sensing accurately that Brian didn't give a shit and had stopped listening.

"And if you're not nicer to me, I won't fix it for you," he finished dramatically.

That perked Brian up in a hurry. "You can't do that!" he exclaimed.

"Of course I can," the blond said reasonably, "It's what I do. Granted, I've never used my art in quite a practical way before….but I can see what's wrong with this right away."

"Oh? And what's that?" Brian snarled.

The background's the wrong color. You see….Orange is the new blue."

"Orange is…what the fuck?"

"Orange is the new blue. It's what all the art teachers have been saying lately."

Is that a fact?" Brian said drily.

"Mmmm-hmmm. And then a picture of the product here….maybe a bolder font there… then here we can add…." Justin started to ramble on and make notes all over the boards.

Brian listened for a while but it really didn't make a lot of sense to him. Justin's words ran together and washed over him like a cat's cozy purr. Brian suddenly felt that everything might turn out all right and that feeling made him bone weary. He looked over at Justin and saw that his pearly flesh and golden hair was starting to glow as if it had its own radiance.

"You're the most beautiful elf in the world," he murmured.

Justin started. "I'm sorry. Did you just call me an elf?"

Brian smiled goofily, "Mmm-hmm. The most beautiful one. Better than Legolas." He pulled on Justin's neck and drew him in for a deep kiss.

Justin smiled and kissed back and then pulled back frowning a little. Brian's movements were clumsy and as if he was on automatic pilot. Justin looked down on his slack face and his glazed eyes and waved his hand in front of them. There was no response.

Son of a bitch! Brian Kinney had to the only man on the fucking planet who could sleep-kiss.

Justin chuckled and kissed him softly again and whispered: "Go on to sleep. I'm here. I'll take care of everything. Just rest. Just sleep."

Brian sighed a huge sigh of contentment and smiled in a way he would never admit to and never would awake. He rolled over and fell deep asleep and dreamed of chocolate elves wrapped in golden foil rolling off a conveyor belt. Brian knew that inside they were filled with a creamy filling.

Meanwhile, Justin watched him for a bit and memorized his smile. Then he turned back to the boards, sat on the edge of the bed, and worked his magic.

B*J*B*J*B*J

Brian's alarm went off at 6:30 AM. He awoke and stretched like a happy cat. He reached over and shut it off and realized something was amiss. He had not set his alarm. His shitty display boards were in a different position, at the foot of his bed where someone perhaps had hoped they would be the first thing he saw in the morning.

And worst of all, Justin was gone.

TBC