Justin rolls over to find Brian still sleeping next him. He quietly slides his sketch book off the floor next to the bed and sketches the bountiful curve of Brian's buttocks framed by the aubergine sheet carelessly draped over his hip. Quickly, he finishes that one and shifts focus to his deceptively angelic face highlighting the way the morning sun diddles the small cleft in his chin. Each body part gets its own portrait until Justin's right hand morphs into a claw. He gets up ass bare and walks to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water cascades down his thin body, he closes his eyes thinking about the night before.
Brian slides his hand inside Justin's navy boxer briefs stroking his cock until it rises like a sail then mouth-fucks him slowly. Justin groans at the sweet agony struggling fiercely to free his arms and head from the black cotton shroud.
"Fuck..." he mumbles through the arm hole thrusting his hips up into Brian's mouth wanting so badly to touch him. Brian eases his thumb between Justin's tight little cheeks massaging his supple young hole as his mouth wanders south to his balls. Justin fights his way free of his shirt and grabs Brian by the hair.
Justin trails his hand down his silky wet skin to his semi-erect penis stroking slowly as he relives their night of passion. Imagining Brian's hands doing the fondling as he remembers his mouth suckling his stiffening cock. Just as he's about to come to the image of Brian siphoning his load, he opens his eyes to find real thing standing before him through the frosty glass door. Even with his edges and features distorted, Justin can make out a faint little smirk. Justin opens the door and plants one on Brian's perfect kissable lips drawing him closer and inhaling the faint musk of the night before infused with his usual scent.
"Good morning, Sunshine..." Brian wraps an arm around Justin's waist lifting him out of the tub and setting him on the floor.
"What's behind your back?" Justin smiles grabbing Brian's hidden arm trying to catch a glance.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we?" Brian pushes him away gently reversing the grip on his arm and using it to usher Justin out of the bathroom. "Get dressed..." Brian slaps Justin on the ass "We're meeting the boys for lunch before they head back to the Pitts."
Justin gets dressed as Brian showers alone taking the opportunity to rummage through Brian's luggage but abandons the task when Brian asks for a glass of pomegranate juice. He pours himself a glass as well while straightening up a little.
"How do I look, Sunshine?" Brian appears wearing a salmon Oxford and bootcut jeans-both a size smaller than comfortable.
"Fabulous as always" Justin hands him his juice and waits for the empty glass.
Refreshed and running late, they descend the stairs and walk the few blocks where their friends have already ordered.
"Well, look what the fag dragged in" Michael smiles standing to hug Justin then Brian exchanging a quick kiss with both. Justin kisses Emmett, Ted, and Blake each on the cheek before taking a seat at the end of the long table. Brian makes the rounds and joins Justin exchanging a dirty look with a very proper woman as he drapes his arm over the back of Justin's chair.
"It's Chelsea" Emmett leans over smiling big "Why don't you buy your Prada knockoffs uptown if you can't handle the local color, sweetheart."
The woman refocuses her attention on her companion who doesn't seem to have noticed her distraction.
"What's gotten into you, Em?" Brian steals one of Ted's toast points and feeds Justin a bite before shoving the rest in his own mouth.
"Just a little on edge because I'm in a rut" Emmett cuts into a short stack of blueberry banana pancakes with whipped cream. "I feel like you guys are all out living your lives and I'm just watching from the sidelines."
"You have a life..." Justin flips his cup for the waitress to pour coffee while Brian orders for them both "What about your party planning?"
"It's going...well, not as I imagined. Eighty percent of my business is word-of-mouth. Just like Blanche Dubois, I have always relied on the kindness of strangers..."
"Careful you don't get fucked by Stanley." Brian interrupts eliciting chuckles around the table.
"...but the tongues aren't wagging like they used to."
"Maybe there's something Brian can do to help...hire you for launch parties and I can..."
"Yes, let's hear the end of that sentence, Sunshine."
The waitress sets plates on the table-French toast for Justin, egg white omelettes for Brian and Ben.
"All I'm saying is..." Justin puts his arm around Emmett "Don't be afraid to ask for help."
"Yeah, Em...now that marriage equality is national, you could really clean up." Ted chimes in.
"And I have customers coming into the store wanting to unload a small fortune on theme parties." Michael adds
"That's so sweet" Emmett hugs Justin and kisses the top of his head "I'm the luckiest gal in the whole wide world to have such generous and well-connected friends."
They sit laughing and talking over breakfast before the others take off for home. Brian walks Justin home wrapping him proudly in his arms and kissing his neck. When they reach the door, Justin faces him so they exchange a long, passionate kiss.
"Can you come in or do you need to head back too?"
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Sunshine..." Brian pushes the door and leads Justin inside. They undress each other kissing and pawing like lions in heat. Brian pulls away looking at high-tech camera equipment in the corner where Justin works.
"What's the matter?"
"Someone splurged" he walks over picking up the digital camera and begins snapping shots of Justin.
"They were a gift from my secret admirer" he smiles covering his face. Brian slaps his hand away still taking photos then tackling him getting some close-up face shots.
"That's it...make love to the camera" Brian smirks down at him "Show me that cute little nose wrinkle that gets my cock hard."
Unconsciously, Justin complies and soon the rest of their clothes come off. The pictures only increase in volume and angles ranging from full frontal to abstract. Before anyone can say "jerk at work" they're making love in front of the camera on video mode.
Justin wakes first and leans over kissing Brian's neck before sliding into his jeans and lighting a cigarette on the roof. He exhales long and slow watching the sun barely creeping over the horizon.
"What light through yonder window breaks..." Brian wraps his arms around Justin resting his head on his shoulder as he whispers in his ear.
"It I'd the East side and Brian Kinney is the sun." Justin cuts him off holding the cigarette to his lips. Brian takes a long intense drag and breathes it out through his nose. Justin looks over his shoulder at him chewing on several thoughts at once.
"What's going on in that pretty blonde head of yours?"
"Nothing...not a thing"
"Don't give me that. I can practically hear the wheels turning." Brian spins him so that they're face to face and locks him between his outstretched arms grasping the railing.
"If you're so intuitive, you tell me...what am I thinking?"
"You're thinking 'God, Brian is so sexy and hung. I wonder what it'd be like to fuck him right here on the roof.' Am I getting close?" Brian lifts Justin's face so they make eye contact.
"Not quite, but high marks for creativity." Justin hands over the last remnants of his cigarette and sprawls out on a lounge chair returning his focus to the sunrise.
"You know how I hate when you act like a little drama queen so out with it." Justin remains silent seeing how long it will take Brian to lose his cool...the answer is not long.
"For fuck's sake..." Brian goes back downstairs and packs while Justin stays in the roof sunning his shirtless torso in the radiant glow. Brian packs his garment bag and pulls on a white tank that he realises must be Justin's. He conceals the act of petty theft with his favorite black western shirt and makes for the door. Justin is on the other side wearing a plastered smile copying his every step keeping him from leaving.
"Something's off..." He finally manages using his arm to hold Brian inside. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but you're hiding something from me and I'm going to find out."
"You're being paranoid, Sunshine" Brian breaks through and gives Justin one last kiss before rushing down the stairs. Justin goes inside and closes the door before hopping in the shower then he settles down in his sweats to watch his latest masterpiece. Halfway through, he notices that Brian's mastery of this top-of-the-line equipment is a little too brilliant and he takes a second look.
"Son of a bitch..." he smirks snuggling into bed for an afternoon nap. Eau du Brian filling his nose as he drifts off.
