Hearing the loud sigh emit from Brian as he dropped his briefcase to the floor with a heavy thud, Justin looked up from his book and turned his attentions to him.

"Everything okay?"

Brian flashed him a death stare and almost ripped his tie off his neck, flinging it to the floor as he walked up the steps into the bedroom. Slowly, Justin closed the book and followed. Brian was standing in front of the closet working on the buttons of his shirt as his eyes stared out into nothing. Using extreme caution, Justin approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist. When he wasn't thrown off, he leaned his cheek against Brian's back.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" Brian roughly asked.

"That you had a bad day."

"Did you plant the fucking virus that fucked all my files?"

Justin closed his eyes and offered a slight noise of sympathy as he kissed Brian's shoulder.

"Then don't be sorry," Brian added.

Deciding to take a different approach, Justin pulled back and began to rub the tight muscles of his shoulders. Almost immediately, he felt Brian lean back into his attentions and he smiled. There was an incredibly powerful feeling that came with the knowledge that only he could get away with this right now. Only he could soothe him. Leaning in on his tiptoes, Justin whispered in Brian's ear.

"Feel good?"

A mumbled respond was all he got.

"If you lie down on the bed I can do it better."

Needing nothing further, Brian turned and hurled himself down on the bed. Holding back a laugh, Justin carefully straddled his back and reached under to remove his shirt that he had already unbuttoned. Trying his hardest not to get distracted by the sheer beauty Brian's smooth back, Justin began to knead his shoulders and upper back. After a few moments, Justin would have thought Brian was dying due to the noises he was making. By the time he reached his middle and lower back, Brian was putty in his hands. It was amazing how much the man responded to his touch as he worked the tension out of his muscles. Justin didn't stop until his hands were cramped almost to the point of pain. When he did, he was meet with a disappointed but satisfied sigh. Leaning down, Justin kissed the nape of his neck.

"Thank you," Brian said softly.

"Any time."