With a frustrated, impatient jerk, Brian pulled the door open, startling the budding artist that lay sprawled across his floor. Justin was inspecting a piece of paper while fidgeting with a sharpened pencil. A ray of sunlight illuminated the transparent object he was scanning to reveal the drawing of a scantily-clad male on the other side.

"How was work?" Justin asked in a casual manner and peered at the masculine figure situated near the door.

"Pfff," came the annoyed reply and the door was closed with a deafening thud befitting of his temper.

"Brown Athletics asked me to design their new campaign," Brian explained his foul mood. Justin arched an eyebrow in confusion.

"But isn't that a good thing?"

Bri scoffed while letting himself fall on the sofa with a queer-boy sense of drama.

"Not if they want it to be finished by tomorrow afternoon."

"Fuck," Justin swore and patted his lover on the back.

Brian looked him in the eye and flashed him a boyish grin.

"I'd love to. But I'd better start thinking about that campaign or we'll be fucking in the streets."

Goldielocks slithered towards his lover, seductively rubbing his arm. His head rested on Brian's shoulder. "Sounds kinky," he teased. "You won't think it's so kinky when your bubble butt's so sore you'll have to be celibate…for a week."

His arguments did not convince his inexperienced friend. "I'm sure we can find ourselves a bench somewhere."

Bored with the conversation, Brian stood up. But he was stopped and pushed back in his seat. "I'm not finished yet. Stay put." Sunshine's high-pitched voice sounded almost threatening.

"Aren't we dominant today. Are you sick of being a nelly bottom?"

His question was greeted with a defiant chuckle. "I'm versatile. You know that. Or perhaps I should help you remember." His thumb circled the fabric of Brian's crotch while he cast him lustful gazes.

"I should…work," his victim whispered, moaning softly in response to his subtle caresses.

"All work and no play makes Brian a very dull boy." Justin positioned himself on Brian's lap. The confirmation of Bri's arousal pressed against him.

Leaning in for a kiss, Justin wrapped his lips around those of the other. At first gently sucking Brian's upper lip but quickly exploring his mouth with his tongue. His hand swiftly unzipped his pants and disappeared in his boxers. An unrestrained moan left Brian's lips.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you all night long," Justin whispered in his ear. It elicited a grin from the recipient.

"That's my line."

"It's mine now. Tonight I'm the one in control."