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14. February 14th, 2016
"This is exactly what happens when you buy a second rate car and then insist upon driving said shitty car to important place-"
"Aaa-ah!" Justin shouts. Smiling smugly into his husbands face. "Just admit it," he says, bumping his shoulder into the other man's. "The only reason why you're this upset in the first place is because you planned a romantic dinner for the two of us."
Brian massages his forehead. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this but I don't do romance. This dinner is strictly business."
"Right…." Justin says cheekily. "A business dinner….on Valentine's Day…..at night."
"This may come as a shock to you Sunshine but people have business brunches, business lunches and dinners."
"Not on Valentine's Day."
"I'm done with this conversation," Brian says with finality. "When is Triple A coming?"
"45 minutes to an hour. We'll probably lose our dinner reservations."
"I know the owner. We'll be okay." Justin watches as a small smile spreads on Brian's face. "But 45 minutes, that's more than enough time." Reaching down to unbuckle his seat belt and then to unbutton his pants.
Once Brian's pants are unzipped, coat shoved aside and thrown into the backseat. He grabs the back of Justin's head and brings their lips together. For a while, Justin lets himself be drawn into Brian's plot. Swept into the heat of things. He ends up straddling his partner's lap, clothes strewn about, seat moved backwards to gain more movability within the small 4 passenger vehicle.
It's not until Brian's naked and throbbing underneath him, kissing him from ear to collar bones as he simultaneously maneuvers Justin's grey briefs down his ass does Justin finally pull back. Angling his body towards the glove compartment. Evading Brian's desperate kisses.
"Justin, don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood for it."
"I'm not in the mood!" He says, crossing his arms. "On the most romantic nights of the year I'm going to one of the most popular restaurants in the city to talk business."
Brian sighs. "What do you want me to say?"
"You're actions are saying one thing but your mouth is saying another," Justin explains. "Make them connect."
Shaking his head, Brian stares out the window at the mounds of snow surrounding them at the abandoned gas station. Weighing the cost and benefits of his dilemma, examining his swollen member. It's not even a fair debate. He wants to fuck, specifically the man in front of him.
"It's not a business dinner."
"It's a romantic dinner?"
Swallowing loudly, "Yes."
"Because?"
"I love you…sometimes."
Satisfied, Justin pulls off the last shred of clothing and eagerly aligns himself over Brian's cock, but finds himself stopped by a hand on his hips.
Smirk in place. "Oh no, Sunshine. I think we better take this into the backseat."
"Okay," Justin replies climbing off his husband and into the backseat.
"And Sunshine," Brian calls, following behind him. "No mercy will be given."
Chapter End Notes:
Thank you so much for taking the time to read these 14 drabbles! I had so much fun writing every single one of them- some more so than others. I definitely feel like this self-imposed challenege has really helped me to become more conservative with my words and get the point across a lot faster in my work.
I hope to one day to do another collection of shorties again...not for awhile though. It was very stressful trying to meet my Feb. 1 deadline and to stay within a 100-500 word count especially with this last story.
I'm also very sorry for leaving out Debbie, Carl, Lindsay and Mel. Because of the multiple stories of Gus and Molly/ Justin and Brian- I couldn't fit them in. If I write another collection they will definitely be featured.
Anyways thanks so much! Enjoy the holiday.