All I Want Is For You To Want Me

Chapter 2

The first time Justin met Michael was a few days after he started working at Kinnetik. Never meeting him before, he greeted Michael with a warm smile and said, "Mr. Kinney is in a meeting that will end shortly."

The man gave him a funny look, and then as if in some cartoon-type-world, Justin could swear he heard wheels spinning in the man's head. He glared at Justin and sat fuming, waiting for Brian to finish the meeting.

As soon as the client left, Michael stormed into Brian's office, surprising Justin, as he had just picked up the phone to announce his arrival. Then he heard Mr. Kinney telling him, Hold my calls until your told otherwise. Moments later, Justin realized Brian had forgotten to turn off the intercom, giving Justin a front row seat to the Brian and Mikey Show.

"Are you fucking him?" Michael hissed.

Brian's irritated response was, "None of your fucking business."

After five minutes of them bickering to the same song and dance, Justin began to get bored. When Michael's voice took on a remarkable softness to it, it made Justin want to start making gagging noises, until he remembered that the intercom went both ways. He resumed listening again, realizing the conversation was starting to become interesting.

"Brian, remember what happened the last time you fucked someone you worked with?" Justin wanted to hit him for not elaborating, as finally, it was something he could work with!

"Look, it's not gonna happen again! I'm not that much of an idiot. Besides Mikey, I'm a big boy. Christ, I can take care of myself. Now, why are you here?"

"Oh, right! Can't believe I almost forgot. I got us VIP passes to the comic convention next week!"

That was the exact moment Justin lost all respect he might ever have had for 'Mikey'. He decided now was a good time to walk out of the office to go get coffee for Brian. Plus, he so-did-not want to get caught listening in on their conversation, leaving them to their whatever-the-fuck weird relationship they had. I mean, come on! Someone like Brian Kinney could not be into Comic Books! He felt himself sort-of smirk when he heard a faint sound of protest coming from Brian after Mikey's thrilling news.

After a while, Justin and Michael fell into a routine of Michael whining through the phone that he needed to speak to Brian, Right now, and him telling the idiot, "Sorry, Mr. Kinney is in a meeting right now. Could you please leave a message and he'll call you shortly." The whole conversation came under Brian's strict orders, of course.

"Justin, could you come here, please?"

"Yes, Mr. Kinney?"

"Justin, for the hundredth time, Call me Brian! Mr. Kinney, is my father."

"Okay, what did you want, Brian?" Justin smiled a little at how the name sounded, unknowing how hearing his name pass Justin's lips affected Brian.

Brian stared at him, then remembering where he was, he said, "What do you think of this board?"

Justin moved closer to the wall where the boards were hung, looking intently for a second, before saying, "It... doesn't blend in."

Brian gave him a quizzical look, so he elaborated, "The other boards go along with each other; they complement the idea as well as the artistic eye, causing this one to stand out. I understand that you wanted to make it that way, but, what they should have done was emphasize the message without disturbing the harmony and the texture that was used with the others..."

Justin realized he was babbling on and on without giving any solution to the problem, so he took a deep breath before continuing, "The background should stay the same. But, the font color and size should be changed so they give the appearance of not looking the same." He was about to turn around, when he realized that Brian was standing right behind him. He could feel his presence on his skin.

"Justin, you have a great talent. I don't understand why you are my assistant, instead of working in the art department. Half of the idiots in there wouldn't know anything about the concepts you just described to me," Brian said, not thinking about what he had just implied.

Justin just nodded. One thing he knew about Brian, was that he always spoke his mind. Justin respected him for that, along with his honesty. As he stood there, he couldn't seem to get rid of the feeling that he was being mentally undressed, or the feeling of the closeness on some of his body parts.

He immediately felt the loss of contact when Brian moved away from him. Clearing his throat, Brian said, "Thanks Justin. If they continue to fuck up in there, I'm going to have to put you on the payroll as a consultant."

Justin briefly closed his eyes, breathed deeply, then nodded as he turned and left Brian's office. He couldn't help hoping that in time he'd get rid of this feeling; that maybe it was just a silly little crush that would soon go away.

Almost immediately, Brian poked his head through the door. "Justin, would you please bring me some coffee? Oh, and again, thanks for your help." He smiled his lopsided smile that never failed to make Justin's heart melt inside.

"Yeah right... silly crush," Justin muttered, covering his face with both of his hands, as he stood to leave for Starbucks.

The longer Justin worked for Brian, they became increasingly more comfortable around each other. Justin got more used to dealing with Brian, so that he was no longer scared of him or even intimidated by him. Brian started confiding some of his worries to Justin on certain work-related aspects of the company. He even started acknowledging Justin's presence outside of work: in Woody's, nodding at him from across the room (while Michael glared at him), in the diner, where they sometimes had to sit together because there wasn't another available table.

The change in the dynamics of their relationship started when Justin finally met Debbie, and Brian's son, Gus. Justin just couldn't believe how much Gus looked like his father. Brian continually tells Justin how much his little boy just adores him - or so he says - then, asks him to watch Gus for an hour or so while he finishes his work.

Whenever Gus and Justin manage to finish off all the candy Justin has hidden, just so Brian won't start to lecture him about how bad it is or what it does to a body, Justin simply says, "I still have the perfect twink physique," although, Justin has to look away from Brian when he says it, because Brian gets this intense look in his eyes, like he wants to devour him, or something.

So, now, when Brian comes to get Gus and sees the boy covered in chocolate, he sends Justin a glare, tells him to clean-up his son, or his mothers will kill both of them.

"It's your fault that he's a mess anyway. How many times do I have to tell you," ... and so the lecture begins while Justin is wiping Gus' face and ignoring Brian and rolling his eyes at him.

Eventually, Brian got tired of repeating the same thing over andover. Now, he thanks Justin for watching Gus and invites him to join them for dinner, to which Justin agrees happily, and holds Gus while Brian goes to get the car, and then they're on their way, heading for the diner.