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Guest- I totally agree, Brian can't fit every guys fantasy. I have big plans for Brandon. You get a small taste here.
Kinnetik was in chaos, Gardner Vance was in Brian's office shouting at him. It was almost funny because for a second Brian flashed back to when he worked for the man. But then he remembered there wasn't really anything funny about the whole situation.
It had all started a week ago. He had walked in to his agency like any other day. For the most it was a normal day. That had been all blown to shit when Brandon Collier walked into Kinnetik. He recognized him the moment he walked in the door. It was the same blonde who turned him down. The same one who hit on Justin and then gave him drugs. He had given the man's description to his staff, he wasn't to be allowed in again. No one gave Justin drugs in his club.
At first Brian didn't know why the man, Brandon, was there. Then everything got very fucking clear. Brandon Collier was the new hot-shot at Vanguard. It really didn't matter to him; he had gotten most of Vanguard's big clients that were his to begin with.
When Brandon first showed up he thought the up and comer was trying to get a job at Kinnetik. It wasn't that though, he wanted to gloat. He had just stolen one of Brian's biggest clients. Brian had been sure the company was going to re-sign, maybe he had been a little too lax with the account.
The following week, he had gotten calls from two other clients that Brandon was trying to poach them. Brian had closed ranks and started to woo back all his clients that were on the edge. After a week of sixteen hour days he was finally able to breathe again. He had just signed his last client that was up in the air. Though still working on accounts for the two new prospects he had, but they were smaller accounts.
Tonight was supposed to be the first night he got home before midnight but it seemed Gardner Vance had other plans. Vance was yelling at him for stealing a client, Brian pointed out that was rich since Vance had stolen one of his biggest, barely a week ago. He knew they would screw up the account, he just had to wait for it to be available again; then he would get them back.
Finally, after another few barbs Vance left in a huff. Brian made sure to tell his security team to keep Vance and Brandon out from now on.
By the time he made it home both kids were asleep and instead of Justin being there, Emmett was.
"Where's Justin?"
There was one thing Brian really liked about Emmett. He couldn't lie to save his life. His eyes gave him away every time.
"Oh, well, I think he just needed to get away for a while. Probably out working on his art, you know him always sketching or painting. Something like that I'm sure." Brian knew he was lying his ass off.
"Fine, you know where the door is," he said, dismissing Emmett.
There was no way he was going to spend a minute thinking about were Justin was. This week he had only seen Justin when he climbed into bed with him, leaving while his husband was getting the kids up. He trusted his Justin. He didn't think that after all this time Justin would choose now to start running around on him. It wouldn't make sense. But just because he wasn't fucking other guys didn't mean that he could just take off and leave their kids in the hands of one of their friends.
After locking the house up, he took a shower. He was so tired he feel asleep before Justin could come home.
He woke up to someone jumping up and down on his back. The giggling let him know who the culprit was.
"Joshua, what do you think you're doing?" he asked, face half buried into his pillow.
"Jumpin," Josh said, emphasizing with another jump.
"Where's Papa?"
"Don't know. I'm hungry."
That got his attention, he quickly maneuvered so he didn't end up throwing Josh off of him when he turned over.
"Have you seen Papa this morning?" he asked.
Josh shook his head. "Nope, haven't seen him in forever."
He knew for a fact that Justin was home the night before last, he was there when he climbed into bed. Justin must have left early yesterday morning. Brian would have to call Emmett to find out.
Getting up he dressed and headed downstairs. Josh joined Briana on the couch and started watching cartoons. He made them each a bowl of cereal and called them to the table.
"I don't like this kind?" Briana pouted, poking at the bowl with her finger.
"Too bad, this kind is good for you."
"Papa lets us have the marshmallow one," Josh added.
"Well Papa isn't here, I am. Eat." He really wasn't in the mood to feed the kids plain sugar for breakfast so they could bounce off the walls.
"Are you mad at me?" Josh asked, tears brimming his eyes.
Sighing. "No, I'm not mad. I just really need you two to eat your breakfast. I'm going to call Grandma Deb and see if she can watch you."
"Why can't we stay here?" Briana asked, playing with her cereal.
"I need to go find Papa." He had tried to call his husband a few minutes ago, it went straight to voicemail.
"Oh I know where he is," Briana said as it was the most obvious thing.
"Where?"
"Mr. Brandon's."
Mr. Brandon's? What the fuck?
"Who is Mr. Brandon?" he asked.
"Papa's friend. He came over yesterday and Papa called Auntie Em."
For the first time in a long time when someone mention Justin and another man he wasn't jealous. After the conversation with Justin and talks that happened later he knew Justin wasn't going to have sex with anyone else. He was curious though, and worried. Justin was an adult though, so he would let this play out without getting involved. Justin didn't get into his business; so he should take a lesson from his book.
"Okay, but I'm not eating cereal. Go get dressed and I'll take you both to the Diner."
"Yay!" both shouted.
Justin laughed as Brandon sang along with a Spice Girls song.
"You really should keep your day job."
"Hey, I'm a damn good singer," Brandon said, laughing too.
"Shh…here he comes," Justin said as their target walked out of the house.
They watched Dale Nichols walk to his car and get in. Brandon started up his car and kept a good distance between them.
"Tell me again how I let you talk me into this?" Brandon asked.
"Because you're my friend," Justin said batting his lashes at the man.
"I've known you for two weeks. I don't think I want to be your friend. Anyway, your husband would kill me if he knew."
Justin laughed. "Brian has friends, most started out his friends because he didn't want to fuck them. Why can't I have a friend I don't want to fuck."
Brandon took a turn, falling behind a pickup four cars back from their target. "I think I'm offended."
"I think you're full of it. You're Brian 2.0."
"I'm my own person, thank you very much. And unlike your Brian, I don't plan to ever settle down. I would rather die."
"Of course, Brian." Justin laughed. "I mean Brandon."
"Shut up. He's slowing down. What do you think we'll find out about him? You've already hired a private investigator and a top notch lawyer. I don't see why you think we'll be able to catch him at something."
"You invited yourself, I didn't ask you."
"No, you just came down to Popperz looking for someone to go with you to Philly."
"No, I was looking for my friend Dennis, he's a bartender at Popperz. I was going to ask him to come with me. He was a ranger in the army. You invited yourself along."
"You weren't going to take your husband, brother or even your friend Em. You left him to take care of your kids but didn't trust them to go with you."
"No, I just didn't want Brian to know. He would say I'm looking for trouble."
"Can't argue there." Brandon pulled into a spot and shut off the car. Nichols went inside a rundown motel.
"What is he doing here?"
"I know as much as you do," Brandon snapped.
"You need coffee, I need coffee. I'll go get us some, but don't let him out of your sight," Justin said.
"I don't think anything they sell in there could be called coffee," Brandon said nodding at the small gas station across from the motel.
"Fine, no coffee," Justin huffed and sat back.
"How does your husband put up with you?" Brandon asked, annoyed.
"No clue. How does your boss but up with you?"
Justin didn't know much about Brandon. It was the damnedest thing. Brandon had seemed eager to help him. They really didn't talk much about Brandon's life. He knew he was some big shot in some business. He was only able to get away from work yesterday morning. Justin then called Em to watch the kids. Brandon picked Justin up at the house and Em almost swallowed his tongue. He told Emmett that they were going to Philly to visit Daphne. Justin hated lying; but Em would freak out if he knew he was following a suspected sex offender. And that would be after he squealed to Brian.
"I'll have you know I'm very successful. Living in a car for two days is not my idea of a good time."
Justin rolled his eyes, it had been much of the same since they left. It was odd how badly Brandon wanted to help. He basically forced himself on the trip, it was getting of Justin's nerves that he was complaining so much now.
"You think my idea of a good time is following some creep around? Being stuck in a car with your sanctimonious ass?"
"I'll go get the coffee, I need a moment to myself," Brandon said bitterly.
"Fine." They seemed to be at their limit of harmonious time together.
After Brandon left; Justin watched the motel, not taking his eye off the place. He watched as Nichols walked out of the front office talking on his phone. The man took out a key and put it in the door. It went to show how behind the times the place was to still have keys and not keycards. Nichols looked around but didn't look in Justin's way. He opened the door and slipped inside.
Worried tinged with panic hit him. What if he had a child in there? What if he was abusing someone else? Just as he was about to get out to look in the windows Brandon got back in the car, holding two small coffees.
"Can't guarantee how they taste but they are coffee. I think."
Justin thanked him then mentioned what he saw. He told Brandon he was going to look in the window. Brandon quickly discouraged that idea.
"He knows who you are, right?" Justin nodded before taking a sip of the coffee. It was terrible. "Then I'll go look. You can't risk your case anymore by being seen looking into his motel room."
The man did have a point. Nichols could easily have him for stalking if he found out. Then he might as well hand Joshie over. So he agreed to let Brandon do the looking.
He watched as Brandon got out and walked around the motel, casually peeking into each room. The man was very different from the man he met in Babylon. Brandon had his long blonde hair pulled back in a short ponytail. He was also wearing baggy jeans and a blue pullover.
Justin had told him the room number. When he got to that room he slowed down and looked a little harder. Then he quickly picked up his pace and walked around one more time. Again looking into the same room. After that he made his way back to the car.
"What did you see?" Justin asked when he got back in.
"Well, the curtain was pulled halfway closed but I saw him with a middle aged woman. They both looked really consenting. Don't make me look at that again." He shuttered.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, she looks like she could be my mom's age."
Justin growled. "It's not that I wanted him to be hurting someone."
"But then you'd at least have something to call the cops on and keep Josh. Yeah, I know. So are we staying here while he gets his rocks off?"
"We have to; we are having a stake-out."
"Fine, but I have to go back to work on Monday."
"I know, and I have to face my husband and tell him why I left our friend to take care of our kids then turned my phone off for the whole weekend."
As if he was on a merry-go-round his head started spinning. Brandon seemed to notice.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Justin closed his eyes trying to stop the spinning. "I don't feel well. Something doesn't feel right."
"Just lay back in the seat and rest. I'll keep an eye out," Brandon said, sounding only mildly concerned.
"Just for a minute." He laid the seat back and closed his eyes. It felt like someone was casting a net over his entire body and dragging him down. He tried to open his mouth again but his body wouldn't cooperate. Finally, he was swallowed up by the black hole.
He could hear Brian's strong heartbeat under his ear. This was the best part of his day, laying with his head on Brian's chest. Without opening his eyes, he slid his hand down Brian's stomach all the way to his cock. His body felt a little different but Justin put that off to his tiredness.
As soon as his hand found what it was looking for he knew his mistake. The cock his hand found was not Brian's, he knew because Brian was circumcised and whoever this was wasn't.
"I thought you'd still be worn out. I'm game if you are," a familiar voice said.
Justin nearly jumped out of the bed.
"What the fuck?" he yelled as his bare feet hit the disgusting motel carpet.
Brandon sat up from the bed and looked at Justin in question.
What Happened?" Justin asked, voice firm. The last thing he remembered was laying back because he felt a little ill.
"We had sex. I have the video if you want to see."
"You taped me without my knowledge?" It was really just a guess because he couldn't remember any of it.
"Of course not. Watch the video if you don't believe me. You kept making sure the camera was on you at all times. No wonder Kinney keeps you around. You're a firecracker in bed."
"I want to see this video." He refused to believe what Brandon was saying.
Brandon got up and grabbed a small handheld camcorder on the dresser. He pushed a few buttons and handed it over to Justin. The video was already up all he had to do was push play.
"What has got into you?" Brandon asked. His body appearing in front of the camera walking towards the bed.
"You, hopefully." It was his voice but it wasn't. It was huskier than he ever had sounded before.
Suddenly there he was on the screen, laying naked on the bed stroking his cock. He didn't look like himself either, he looked like a stranger at least to his own eyes. Confident, alluring and sex personified. Brian was the only one he felt even close to that way with.
"Jus-
"Uh-uh, I won't have you calling me his name. I told you my name not five minutes ago."
"I'm sorry. Sabastian."
"That's better. Now come here."
Justin watched in horror as he and Brandon rutted together like animals. After another second he turned if off before he could throw up. It was clear he was an active member of what happened. But why couldn't he remember? And why was he acting so different?
"I feel sick."
"Come on, Sabastian," Brandon purred, opening his arms to Justin.
"My name is Justin. I have to go home." Pushing away the arms that tried to embrace him.
"I want the Martin Account just like you promised. Vance will make me partner then. Youngest in company history, I'll beat Kinney by two years."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Kinney is trying to sign Martin Lumber. I want that account. You already agreed to help me last night. If you don't get him to back off, then this video might find its way to him."
Justin scoffed. "You really don't know my husband do you? I don't get involved in his work. Show the video to him, he won't care." Mostly true.
"What about Dale Nichols' lawyer. I'm sure the judge would love to see what a promiscuous person that is trying to get custody of a vulnerable young child."
Blood drained from his face. "You wouldn't?"
"Oh I would."
"But Brain won't listen to me about his work," he said, panicking.
Brandon sighed loudly. "Then how about this. You get me his presentation ideas."
"How?" His stomach started to rebel at the idea.
"You live with him. I'm sure his office doesn't have that much security."
Hell, he was in hell.