Friday Evening – the Loft

"So where's the Eagle Scout now?" the man asked his friend.

He distinctly heard a snort over the phone in response. "He's still at work, but I talked to him a little while ago and he said he'd be home soon, so I have to make this quick," Justin informed him. "You understand what I need you to do, don't you?"

The man laughed. "Yeah, I think so…..you are so going to fuck with his head, you know."

Justin grinned smugly. "I know……But that's the idea, isn't it? I can just see his face now, can't you?"

His friend laughed. "Yeah, I sure can…..but I think I'M getting the best part of the deal. Don't worry – I'll have everything ready for you. Just make sure you tell me ALL about it when the two of you get back, okay? I can't wait!" he exclaimed gleefully, rubbing his hands together. "This should be so good……"

Justin chuckled at the thought. "I know, but I think I'm the one getting the most out of it. Anyway, thanks for the assist. In the meantime, enjoy the tradeoff."

"Oh, I will," the other man assured him, before hanging up. He had a lot of plans to make and not much time to get them in motion. He hurriedly grabbed his keys and rushed out the door to get started.

Kinnetik – Same Time – Friday Evening

"Mikey, are you listening to me? We're supposed to leave tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening. But you're going to owe me BIG TIME for this. If Ben wasn't coming with me, I would never agree to this. I think it's pretty underhanded, even for you," he declared. "I actually like Justin now, remember?"

"This has nothing to do with Justin. This has to do with my creature comforts and my fucking sanity," Brian growled. He still couldn't believe he had let his partner talk him into going camping. In a tent. In a sleeping bag (although the thought of curling up snugly each night with a certain blond piece of heaven made it a little more palatable). But worst of all, with no running water. As in no indoor plumbing. As in no bathroom. How was any self-respecting man supposed to fuck properly without a bathroom?!

"Uh, huh," Michael was answering him, not quite sounding sympathetic enough to Brian's ears. "Is widdle Bwian afwaid of some big bad bugs?" he asked child-like, not able to keep the mirth out of his voice.

"Shut up, Mikey," Brian snapped. "Just do what I fucking ask, okay? It's not like you're not getting the best end of this deal, remember. And just for the record, NO, I'm NOT afwaid of some widdle bugs!"

"Whatever you say, Brian. I believe you." He smiled to himself in amusement. "Okay, I'll have everything ready just like you asked. Just make sure you have everything ready for Ben and ME, too."

"Yeah, yeah……I'll have Cynthia take care of it before I leave here tonight. Just get busy, okay? You don't have much time."

"I promise to start as soon as we hang up. Scout's Honor."

"Don't SAY that - I fucking HATE that phrase! Never mind……don't even ask. Just get busy." He abruptly snapped his cell phone shut before Michael had a chance to issue any more retorts and sighed. How did he let himself ever get talked onto this??? Groaning in resignation, he stood up from his desk in search of his assistant so he could start making the necessary preparations for his trip tomorrow when he expected to drop off the face of the earth.

Brian pulled up in front of the loft in his 'Vette about an hour later; he noticed a large SUV parked directly in front of his car, loaded in the back with all types of camping paraphernalia. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his long body out from under the driver's side and went inside in search of his partner.

He didn't have to look very hard for him; as it was, he barely had time to pull the loft door open before he ran smack into his target – literally.

"Ow! Shit, Brian!" Justin snapped, as a tackle box, fishing poles, and two, rolled-up, overstuffed sleeping bags went flying in all directions and clattered noisily on the wooden floor. "Couldn't you see I had my hands full?!"

"No, I guess not," Brian retorted, his hands crossed in front of him in disgust. "I was too busy keeping my head down, trying to dodge all your fucking crap on the floor to keep from tripping all over it!"

Justin huffed. "Well, I have to put it somewhere until I can get it loaded into the rental vehicle." He then turned around, deliberately it seemed to Brian, and ever so slowly bent over to pick up the two sleeping bags, displaying one of his best physical features to the other man. Before he had a chance to right himself back up, he felt two long arms snake themselves around his waist and pull him forcefully against one of Brian's best physical features, which at the moment was fully erect and hard as a rock.

"I'll show you where to PUT IT," Brian growled huskily, lips curled under in amusement, as he spun his partner around and planted a passionate kiss on the full, pink lips. Justin instantly forgot the sleeping bags as he dropped them back on the floor and wound his arms around the brunet's neck to push his lips even deeper against the other man's.

An hour later, the two lovers were snuggled together on the large floor cushions, totally sated after several rounds of furious fucking. Brian absentmindedly threaded his fingers through his partner's hair as he murmured, "You realize that this will be the last night we spend together in comfortable surroundings for the next week, don't you?"

Curled up on the other man's chest, Justin smiled as he slowly drew circles on the taut abdomen before he replied with mock sympathy, "My poor baby…..being subjected to an entire week of no modern conveniences. However will he survive?" he asked melodramatically, earning a slap on the ass and a chuckle of satisfaction from the brunet. "Ow!" Justin cried. "Keep that up and you'll have to go without your only source of body heat next week, too!" he warned.

"Oh, right," Brian retorted. "Like you could go an entire week out in the great wilderness without having me fuck you senseless."

"I could if I had to," Justin insisted. As Brian looked down at him with a look of disbelief and skepticism on his handsome face, Justin decided maybe now wasn't a good time to prove that statement, however. "Uh…..that is, if I wanted to," he elaborated further.

Brian smirked. "That's what I thought," he replied smugly, as his arms pressed the other man into his side firmly.

"No sense in jeopardizing my health while we're camping," Justin told him sensibly, as he tweaked a rigid nipple, earning a soft moan from the other man. "Wouldn't want to risk frostburn or something."

"No, of course not," Brian agreed. His body was responding yet again to the other man's talented, roaming hands, which were currently traveling in a southernly direction toward a certain desirable target.

"Justin," Brian cautioned the other man, as he reached out and grabbed the wondering hands in one of his. He smiled as he heard a soft sigh of disappointment from the other man. "Keep that up and we'll never get around to packing the rest of our gear. You're the one who wanted to leave first thing in the morning, remember? But if you don't want to……" he suggested, just a little too hopefully.

He bit back his own disappointment as the other man hurriedly assured him, "Oh, no, Mr. Kinney….we're still going." Brian abruptly find himself devoid of his favorite, soft blanket as the blanket rose to his feet and quickly slipped on his sweatpants and sneakers. "In fact, I'd better get the rest of our gear in the rental SUV or we won't be able to stick to our schedule."

"Schedule?" Brian groaned, sitting up on his elbows to observe his partner once again efficiently scooping up the two sleeping bags, tackle box, and fishing poles. "What's the point of going on vacation if we still have to keep a fucking schedule?!"

"Don't worry…..we'll still keep our fucking schedule, too," Justin joked. He managed to duck just as a throw pillow went whizzing by, barely missing his head. "Nice try," he cracked, still managing to keep a firm hold on his camping gear. He proceeded to walk toward the door and eventually open it by balancing the tackle box against the wall as he pulled the heavy metal door to the side. "Later," Justin threw out, just as disappeared toward the elevators.

Brian dropped his head back onto the pillow in defeat. "I am so fucked."