Author: potrayalofasecret

Summary: An AU. Brian meets Justin at the Diner and is instantly interested in a private meeting. But when Justin has other plans, it becomes almost a competition to see who gives in first.

Rating: This chapter PG-13 for language and crud. Higher rating in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cowlip and Showtime do.

Crave

Brian ran his fingers around the cuffs of his suit jacket, his hazel eyes dark as he studied his reflection. With a nod of approval, he grabbed his black and gold trimmed suitcase to fall out the door, unsurprisingly nose to nose with his best friend. He smirked as he danced around him, his arm falling around Michaels' shoulders with a soft sigh. "Ah, Mikey. Don't tell me.. That drag queen that you picked up last night was actually a woman?" The tips of his lips twitched upwards as he led the older male into the elevator, his fingers swiftly tangling within his brown locks to give him the tousled Kinney demeanor. Michael smiled sarcastically as he pulled his coat tighter around his body, the silver name-tag form his work-suit peeking from the opening of it.

"Oh, ha ha. Fuck you Brian. I didn't even go out last night." He looked down at the surface of the steel elevator, the low humming buzzing in their ears as it made it's way to the Ground Floor. His frown was almost immediately wiped from his face though as felt familiar warm lips press against his cheek., and a gentle voice grace within his ears.

"I know. And where the Hell were you? I was forced to watch Ted go through four more rejections than I would have liked before I finally found someone decent to dance with." His tone was on the edge of disgust as he remembered the previous night events, the light pounding within his head also not letting go of the memories. The brunet pushed his way out of the elevator and building door, knowing full well that his friend was making sure everything was locked and secure.

"Oh poor you, not fucking someone for a whole hour while cruising at Babylon." Michael teased, smirking up at the brunet as Brian simply grunted and removed his arm from his friends' shoulder, his hazel eyes cold as he unlocked the door to his stone black colored jeep.

"Half an hour." He corrected as he stepped inside the drivers seat, leaning to the side to allow the other man in, not really caring that his last comment went unheard. After all, Michael never really judged him. Looking over as he drove down the ever too familiar road, Brian quirked his head over, slowing down as they reached a red light. "Diner? I could use the coffee." Michael simply nodded and they were at the brightly lit restaurant within minutes. The bell echoed off the wall as the two were hit with the gay chatter of the tables, the walls that were obnoxiously colored oddly a comfort. Michael tugged at Brian's shoulders as he led them to the table at the corner, placing them with their friends Ted and Emmett.

"Well, hello boys. Busy night Brian?" The taller and by far more gaudier of the other pair slurred, his smile cheeky as his trademark gap flashed towards the other two. Brian simply shrugged and mumbled something about an early night as Michel waved his hand in the air.

"Ma, can we get some coffee over here?" He called out to a roundish woman, her curly short strawberry hair thrown back in a hair band. From the distance she barely glanced over, four large breakfast plates balanced on her hands and the cracks of her elbows. "Just a minute, baby, I'm kind of busy here." Her strainy voice was heard over the large buzz of the diner, her tone weary and obviously annoyed. Michael leaned back in his seat, pouting slightly. Ted had opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted as a blond young man with the body of the string of a bow stepped in from of their table, a brilliant smile gracing his features.

"Oh, here, I'll get that for you. Deb seems to be running a load this morning." His voice was light and comfortable as he leaned forward to pour the black drink into their awaiting cups, his gold name tag reading 'Justin' catching the eyes of Brian. He pulled out a small and flaky notepad from the front of his apron, looking at each of them individually before resting on the more-than-interested brunet. "Can I get you anything" Brian licked his lips conspicuously, his hazel orbs rising from Justin's slimmed thighs to his tousled golden locks.

"Actually, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Can I just get my coffee to go and pay at the counter?" He moved up from his seat, cocking his head down just so to glance in the blond's eyes. He was standing close enough so that their arms touched, making Justin visibly shiver. The younger nodded abruptly, clearing his throat as he answered with a speedy 'sure' and a delicate grin. The teenager moved to make his way to the counter, picking up a paper cup from underneath the cash register and pouring the hot coffee in swiftly. He felt Brian's eyes follow each move, felt the warmth from his body envelope his own. He was close. So close. Justin swiftly turned and thrust the cup towards the other man, a nervous grin across his lips.

"There you go, sir. I'll ring that up for you." He trusted his voice not to shake, but was embarrassed when it did. Jesus. It wasn't even right how beautiful this man was. His dark hair and bedroom eyes flowed together perfectly, his lean body perfectly built, not too thin or muscular. Justin quickly tore his eyes away and entered the price within the machine, biting his lip as Brian smirked knowingly. His fingers shook as he touched his key, looking down as hard as he could, forcing every thought he had of running towards the bathroom with the man that he had. Looking up, he spoke with a small voice. "Four thirty-three, please." But one thing that the blond made sure to always to do was give his best smile, but this time he made sure to add a twist of flirtation with it. The older man cocked his eyebrow, shock raising through his mind. Oh, he was not the one to be played with. He pulled the change from his pocket, moving forward to whisper in the other's ear, his voice brought down to a dark and husky mark, hot breath moisturizing Justin's ear.

"If you think you have me, think again." He leaned back and took a long sip of his drink, a small smile playing on his face. "Thanks for the drink." He brushed past the amazed worker, his fingers teasingly moving against the blond's thighs as he passed. Justin remained in his spot for what seemed like hours, breathing slowly even after he heard the bell of the door dangle. After the man left. Once Debbie told him to start going on with it, he shook his head to start work. He decided he enjoyed the morning shifts, and had to continue from there on out. And as soon as possible.

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Brian pushed his hair back as he leaned back in his seat, his lips twisted together bitterly as the intern tried hopelessly to explain their process of thinking. She was tall and lanky, with dusty-brown hair and expressive green eyes. Only, her hope that beauty would surpass her pitch was unsuccessful, and she again tried desperately to gain the Ad-Executive's physical attraction. She moistened her lips with her tongue, pushing back her full locks with her slender and longer fingers. "Mr. Kinney, I know it's not really my place to contribute to the design, but I really believe my skills would be great for Proctor & Gamble." Her eyes searched for a sign of giving-in from him, but was once again turned down as he sighed irritably and leaned towards her with a mock-grin.

"If you know, then why try?" He sneered, not impressed by her forest-green board with the new evergreen scent of deodorant sprawled within the grass. The object itself seemed terrible, but that's why the ad had to spectacular. He cocked his head toward the door, warning signs placed across his brow as he cleared his throat. "Now Miss Whitney, if you'd show yourself out, we won't have to make this into a big mess, will we?" He pretended to be polite, if only to not cause a commotion. But she caught the brunet's line of bitter sarcasm, and grumbled as she grabbed her board and walked out, her heels clicking in a pattern in rage. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, letting out small breaths as he tried to dismiss what happened. He had met with six unsuccessful pitches by then, and was starting to give up hope for ever coming up with an idea. He pulled out a pad of paper from his desk and absent-mindedly began sketching ideas, each slightly better than the last. A knock from his office-door caused him to throw his head up, the blonde woman smiling as she let herself in. "Oh, Cynthia, I don't suppose someone else has a jaw-dropping idea to show me, hm?" He was bitter, and it was obvious. But she was used to his attitude, and knew how to throw it back at him.

"Oh, I'm sure you have one," she laughed, throwing a tan folder on his desk with a flick of her wrist. Oh, she was lucky. Lucky she got away with saying half the things she did. But Brian knew that if there was aspect besides his skills and good lucks that got him to where he was, it was her. So he simply raised his eyebrows as she moved to the other side of his desk, her palms flattening on the surface as she leaned forward to rake her eyes over his calmed face. "You have a meeting in hour at that Thai place downtown with some hopeful accounts. Charm them, woo them, do your thing." And with that, she twisted around and fled out the door, her heels clicking across the floor even after she shut the door. Brian leaned back in seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as let out a soft sigh.

Looking up at the clock he saw he had enough time to stop at the Diner before meeting up with whoever it was. He stood up from his seat and left his office and building, looking down the streets as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, the lighter casually sliding across his tanned fingers in well-practice. The smoke wafted down the street as he made his way to and down Liberty Avenue, the small smirks and winks he received not really giving him in sexual motivation. He couldn't tear his mind off the young blonde from earlier. There was just something about him. And once he walked in, he wasn't dissapointed. Justin was bending over a table to pour coffee in to a customer's cup at the end, his fitting pants showing every curve. Brian boldly made his way over and placed his warm hand on the small of Justin's back, his breath moist as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Bathroom. Now."

Everyone by that point knew who and what Brian fucking Kinney was like, and so didn't even raise their heads at his actions. The blond on the other hand gulped, his eyes closing momentarily as he stood back up. When he turned to adress the other man, he was gone. He looked around hte restaurant, his eyes skimming to see how busy it was. Debbie was taking care of it all, her loud and slightly shril laugh rising over the low hum of the heater system, the people eating well satisfied. So with that, he placed the pot back where it belonged and gracefully floated into the men's bathroom. Brian pulled on the front of Justin's shirt to drag him into an empty stall, the door closing and swiftly being locked at the same time. The older man smirked and leaned forward to kiss his lips, his eyes widening as Justin pulled away, his eyes sharp as his lips pursed in anger. "I didn't come in here for a quick fuck, if that's what you thought." When Brian said nothing, Justin simply rolled his eyes and straightened his shirt, opening the stall to step out. "I wanted to ask you to back off. I'm not interested." And with that, he left. Brian stood there for a while, trying to process what just had happened. Was he..rejected? Taking a quick glance to his watch he had realized he was standing there for longer than he thought. He cursed quietly and raced out the door, trying to once again erase the boy from his mind.

This game was far, far from over.

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End Chapter 1.

This is my first fic, so be nice? (

Anyway, I'll write more if y'all are interested.

'Cause trust me, I have ideas. This isn't the end. Nope.