Author's Notes:
Nothing really to say, except that I hope you folks like this, and for those that love drama, I put the twist in the end, specifically for you. So get some popcorn ready and enjoy the fic! Also, I would like to thank my wonder beta, Darren for her fast and prompt service! Thanx girl ^_~
Disclaimer:
Although I love them bunches, the beautiful ones of Queer as Folk don't belong to me. That right goes to Showtime, Cowlip, and other entities that don't deserve them :p
For those that really need it....
Ages Are:
Brian: 29
Justin: 24
"dialogue"
/thinking/
POV
Darling Twink 3/?
by Pleasure Priciple
Rating:R
Archive: B&J.com, ATP, and anywhere else...just ask!
Email dream_chan@hotmail.com
Pain Management
BRIAN
Liberty Diner.
Proverbial greasy spoon for all fags in the in the Pittsburgh area.
And the meeting place for my particular group of friends...as sad as that
is.
Pulling the door open, I am immediately assaulted with the sights,
sounds, and smells of this particular stomping ground. Like the king that I am, I survey my territory and give a small smile as I locate my vassals,
waiting to see how long it will take for them to realize that I am here.
"Hey Brian!" came the shout across the hustle and bustle of the busy diner and it's patrons.
Five seconds....not bad.
Slipping into the booth, I give my best friend a quick peck on the lips
and sit down to wait for his mother to come over and take my order. As it
is, I already know that I am going to get raked over the coals for what they
consider my 'anti-social' behavior, but after the development at work a
few weeks ago, I haven't really been focused, causing me to stay extra
hours in order to be productive.
Grabbing a fry off of Mikey's plate, I ask, "So, how are you losers this
evening?"
The flashy fashion-challenged queen sitting across from me boasts, "I don't know what you're talking about since I don't see any losers sitting at this table..."
"Denial is a bad thing Emmett," I began to say, before I was grabbed up
in a rough hug, by the Rainbow Tornado, also known as Debbie Novotny.
"Hey, you little shit! Finally decided to grace us with your presence?"
she
yelled in her usual cheery manner.
Trying to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles in my Armani, I gave her
what passed as a polite greeting. "And hello to you Deb. I must say that your
wig is looking extradonairy today."
Clocking me upside my head, she demanded briskly, "What can I get for
you, asshole?"
"My usual."
Turkey on whole grain wheat. No mayo. Have to watch the figure and all
that.
Jotting it down on her overflowing pad, she flounces away to attend to
another customer. "Be back in a minute," she calls over her shoulder, which in Deb-speak means that it is going to take a bit more than that.
"So, where have you been?" Mikey demanded, taking a bite out of the
hand-held death trap know as a hamburger.
"Well unlike the rest of you slackers, I've been up to my neck in this
new campaign. Since the client is shelling out millions of dollars for this
thing, Ryder is stressing me for it to be perfect. Then we got the added bonus of getting some high-priced consultants to help us. I guess they felt we couldn't do it on our own,"
"No wonder you look so tired. I guess not having your daily trick is
affecting your health," Ted readily pointed out, smugly munching on
today's
special.
Not one to pass up on an opportunity, I slammed one right back. "Now
Teddy, just because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us aren't. Besides, it's great when tricks make house calls or office calls, whatever the case may be, " I smirked, loving the way the accountant's face twinged with equal parts envy and resentment.
"Should have known that work would never stand in the way of Brian's
dick," he muttered, going back to his club sandwich, his face set in scowl that does nothing for him...like anything does for that matter.
"Will you two give it a rest already?" Mikey whined, while stuffing his
face with the food placed in front of him.
Turning my attention to my best friend, it sometimes amazes me that he didn't resemble a miniature Michelin man with all the food his mom shoved down his throat over the years and believe me, I was an eye-witness and willing participant to those feasts over the years.
Just as I was about to snag another fry, I felt a tug on my sleeve. "Hey
Brian, isn't that the guy you left Babylon with the other night?"
Prying off the gripping fingers with a certain air of distaste, I said
wearily. "You're going to have to be more specific than that, Em."
Getting excited, he grabbed onto my sleeve again, making me a bit pissed,
but I try to ignore it as he prattles on.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes, adorable smile, and a butt that I have been
saving to have for years. Is that specific enough for you?"
Swiveling my neck, I turned around to see the source of my frustration
for the past three weeks standing right inside the door.
/Dammit! First the office, now this?/ I thought heatedly, wondering if
the
world was playing one big cosmic joke on me. I wouldn't put it past the
twink if he was.
"So how was he?"
"I don't kiss and tell, gentlemen...and I do use the term loosely..."
"Come off it, Brian. Tell us," Emmett urged, leaning forward in his seat
as if he is about to hear all the CIA's secrets.
Leaning over a bit myself, I get a few inches from his face to tell him
exactly what information I had for him.
"None of your fucking business."
Then, acting as if I didn't give a fuck, I stood up and made my way over
to the booth across the room, intent on figuring out the puzzle that was
Justin Taylor.
JUSTIN
As I was looking at the menu, I noticed a shadow above me and a
silky voice asking, "Are you stalking me?"
Glancing over top of the double-sided menu, I gave the impeccably-dressed man a look of my own. "Now why would I want to that?"
Sliding into the booth across from me, he leans back against the red
vinyl, trapping me in an intense gaze. "There could be a lot of reasons."
Not sure if I should play along, but interested anyway, I asked
skeptically, "Name one."
With supreme confidence, he replied with pride, "My dick."
Rolling my eyes, I could do nothing but smile, falling into the game
that we have been playing for the last couple of weeks. "Contrary to popular
belief, having a big dick does not automatically make me remember someone. It's what they do that gets stored into memory."
"Well, there's another reason for you."
"I guess you're right..." I agreed, having a flashback of how he operated his own 'machinery', but thankfully that reveire was disrupted before I made a fool of myself.
"Hi, Sunshine! It's about time you stopped in!" Debbie called out, giving me the same hug I've seen her give to practically everyone and one that I happliy return.
My history with Deb Novatny began in 1996, when I revealed my sexual orientation to my parents. Although it took some time for all of us to come back before my big news, they slowly learned to accept me for who I am and not make me feel as I was some freak of nature. I met Deb during my first PFLAG function that my mom dragged me to and the rest is history. Ever since then, Deb has become a second mother to me. Matter of fact, it was through her that I learned all I needed to know about the hottest stud ever to walk Liberty Avenue.
Though she'll never know it.
Giving her the smile that was the inspiration for the fond nickname, I
laughed, "I told you I would Deb. How are you doing?"
"As much as I can be, sweetie."
Looking back and forth between Brian and me, I could see her eyes narrow, letting me know that she was about to ask the question that had been on her mind ever since she walked over here.
"So how do you and Brian know each other, or can I take an educated guess?"
Taking no offense at the implication, I just told her the truth...well the clean version anyway, although I could tell that she jumped to her own conclusions.
"You'd probably be right. How is Vic doing?" Note to self: Have to make time to spend with Vic.
"Just fine, sweetie. Now what can I get for you?" she said happily,
pulling out the much overused notebook.
Looking over the menu for a few seconds, I decided to indulge myself.
Besides, it was probably time to get a membership in a gym anyway.
"A double cheeseburger, fries, and a large chocolate shake....oh and lemon
bars for dessert."
"I'll put that order right in for you. I'll be back with your milkshake
in a minute." Turning her attention to the man across from me, she asks,
"Brian, do you want me to bring your order over here?"
Tongue in cheek, he grins, "Have I ever told you that you are one smart
cookie, Deb?"
Shaking her head ruefully, she gives his cheek a hearty pinch. "A simple
yes would have done, smart-ass. I'll be right back with your milkshake,
sweetie," and off she goes, clearing a path through the hungry masses of Liberty Avenue.
Glancing at Brian, I see the most unreadable expression on his face and
in this instance I want to know exactly what he's thinking. "How in
hell are you going to eat all that?"
"Blessed with a great metabolism...at least that's what my mother says.
So, what do you want? If this is about work, I would appreciate it if we
kept that in the office. I value my downtime."
"Understandable, but it's not what I was going to talk to you about.
I believe that you made me an offer and I wanted to know if it was still on the table."
"Huh?"
Smirking even more, he reminds me, "The cleaners."
/Like I really believe that one, Kinney/
"Oh, I was wondering when you were going to act on that. Just bring the
shirt to the office tomorrow and I'll get it taken of."
"Or, we could go to my loft after you finish and I give it to you
there," he suggested silkily, giving me those bedroom eyes that I imagine have worked on every trick that ever had the pleasure of seeing them...and
unfortunately I don't know how long I can resist them myself, but once again my brain helps out by pointing out something that is absolutely hilarious and
within seconds I am giggling like a schoolgirl and even more so when I see the confused look on the hazel-eyed seducer's face.
"What?"
Guessing that I could let him in on the joke, I laughed, "That is a real
variation of 'Want to come and see my sketches?' routine."
Seeing the way his face went blank, I take it that he wasn't expecting
something like that. However, he reverts back to Kinney mode and begins
refute my claim.
"First, I don't use routines. Second, you're the artist. I'll save that
for you to do," he replied haughtily, taking a sip of the water that Deb had
placed on the table ages ago.
Taking a sip from my own glass I smirked, enjoying the feeling of
throwing this man off-kilter. Since working with him, I have learned that Brian is a control freak and when the control is taken away, he will do everything in his power to get it back.
Which makes for a pretty good show if you ask me.
But just as I was about to up the stakes, my cell phone chose that
moment to ring. Inwardly groaning, I pulled the damn thing out to look at the call display, annoyed at whomever interrupted my fun.
However, seeing the name and the number, I knew I had to put the game on
pause for the time being. With an apologetic smile in place, I said,
"Excuse me for a minute."
Seeing him nod, I flip open the phone.
"Hey Mollusk, what's up?" I answered the call, curious as to why my
little sister was calling me.
"Hey Jus. I just wanted to give you a bit of news. The dumbfuck called
over here looking for you."
Oh great. What in the hell is wrong with HIM? Wasn't breaking my heart
enough for the dipshit?
Hoping that my anger wasn't showing on my face, I asked firmly, "Uh huh,
and what did you say?"
"That it is was none of his fucking business and to stay away from you
before I gave him an illegal castration," she replied sweetly, as if it was the most natural response in the world.
Sometimes I really love the little brat.
"Good girl."
"Well, since I'm such a good girl, would you mind doing something for
me?" she asked slyly, alerting my big brother alarm big time.
Should have known that there was a catch in all this, but by the sound
in her voice, it didn't seem like something that I should really
do...a.k.a. my parents didn't approve.
Trying to sound remorseful as possible, I began nervously, "I don't-"
"If you don't then I might let it slip to the ex where you live. You
know that he left his contact numbers...." she slipped in before I could
finish, making me want to smack the smile off the smile that I know she has on her face right now...gloating wench.
Sometimes I really hate the little brat.
Daphne and I taught her too well.
Knowing that it was a lost cause, I gave up the fight, the news that my
ex was in town too much stress as is. "Fine! But I'm not doing anything
illegal, you little shit!"
Hearing a happy giggle come down the line, she said,"Don't worry, it's
not...well not really. Love you Jus!"
"Love you too. Bye"
Snapping my phone off, I stuffed it into my pocket, pissed that I can
still get conned by my little sister. I swear, she must have written the
handbook on how to make an older sibling's life miserable.
Turning my attention to the amused man across from me, I feel myself
blush slightly, feeling a little of the tension that the phone call caused
lessen.
"Sorry about that. That was just my annoying baby sister alerting me to
something."
"Nothing serious I hope."
"Trivial, really," I responded dryly, not wanting to go into what the phone call was about. Then in a matter of seconds, I relaxed and realized that I had the perfect solution in front of me to help me forget about my 'pest' problem for the time being. Whispering huskily, I leaned in, watching those gorgeous hazel eyes darken with lust.
"So, do you want to sit here and try to flirt some more, or do you want to fuck?"
Not giving it a second thought, he grabbed my wrist like he did that
first night, threw some money on the table and hustled me out of there,
ignoring the yelling coming from one pissed waitress and a table of friends.
The ride to the loft was full of heated looks and stolen caresses, but
in no time we were in front of the building that I had heard so much about my
first weeks back home.
In the elevator, he had already pulled out my dick, making my head fall back against the cool brushed metal interior.
It took him no time to get the door open and set the alarm before I
found myself completely naked and slung over a shoulder, being carried to the
Holy Grail for all gay men in the tri-state area.
Brian Kinney's bed.
As much as this interlude started out hot and heavy, Brian changed gears, slowing the pace down a little.
Pushing me back on the soft duvet, he straddles me and begins to kiss my neck, moving progressively lower and lower until he reached the place that had been screaming for his attention ever since he sat across from me. Bypassing that area, he continued on, licking the inside of my thighs, letting his warm breath spread over my balls, making them tighten even more.
I was sure that I was going to come from that alone, but thankfully he put a stop to that and then built me up again until he was ready to enter me.
Giving me the lube, I wasted no time in snagging the cap off and slathering it on his cock, anticipation pulsing through my veins at what I was about to experience. The memory of the first time was humming repeating in my brain when he flipped me over on my stomach. Preparing me quickly, I didn't even hear the sounds of the condom being ripped open and pulled on, but I sure as hell felt it when Brian entered me, hitting home in one thrust.
"FUCK YES!"
Reaching over, he grabs my chin and gives me a quick kiss. "Don't worry, I will," he whispered ferally, giving my ear a small bite, before begining the natural motions that takes us to worlds unknown.
"Damn! Are you sure that you even have bones?" Brian breathed heavily,
worn out from the exhaustive play we're taking a break from in order to catch our breaths.
Rolling over, I smiled and ran a finger down his side, appreciating the
graceful lines and curves that made this beautiful man. I wish I had a
sketchbook nearby.
"The last time my doctor checked he didn't see a problem."
"Hmm. So how do you like working at Ryder so far?"
"I actually like it more than I thought I would. I was worried that I
would be working with a fat, balding, greasy, homophobic, old guy, but I guess I lucked out. You're only old."
Giving me a hard pinch in the side, Brian grinned. "Fuck you."
Matching his grin, I flippantly replied, "You already did, and I must
say quite well, thanks."
Lighting a cigarette, he takes a puff and gives me that tongue in cheek expression that I've been itching to draw. "Do you have a smartass answer for everything?"
"Call it a gift," I smiled as I swung my feet to the side and began
searching for the clothes that were hastily thrown on the floor earlier.
Finding my boxers, I slipped them on, then standing up, I turned around
to face the satisfied man lying underneath the neon lights.
Tearing my eyes away before another part of my anatomy began to make
it's position known, I blurted out, "Well, I have to get going. Big day
tomorrow and all."
/Smooth going, dumbass./ I ranted to myself, the knowing grin from Brian
making me feel even worse.
Getting up himself, the other man stubbed out the cancer stick, slipped on his navy silk robe, making his way toward the kitchen, beckoning me to follow.
After getting a glass of orange juice, he turned around and said,"Like I
don't know that already. However, I have a better solution. You can stay
here, we fuck some more, I'll drop you off at your place to get a
change of clothes in the morning, then we can go to work."
Giving him a small smile for his efforts, I tell him rationally,"That
sounds too complicated. Besides, I like my bed."
Seeing that he has lost this battle, he decides to compromise. "Do you
want me to call you a cab or something?"
Waving him off, I said confidently,"No thanks. I parked my car near the
diner and it isn't that far of a walk."
I could still see that he wanted to debate the point, but his little
internal mechanism wouldn't let him do it.
Prideful prick.
"Whatever."
Nodding in agreement, I walk around the counter and stand before the man
who has rocked my world, both sleeping and awake.
"Thanks again for a good time. If you keep this up, I might have to purchase season passes," I tease, leaning up to give him a peck on the cheek.
"Ha ha funny, Twink," Brian says gruffly, pushing me away a bit, but not
before grabbing my chin and placing a firm kiss on my already swollen
lips.
Pulling away, he only says one word, "Later."
"Later. Oh and don't forget the shirt tomorrow," and with that, I made
my way to the large door, exiting the loft and out to the street, whistling
as I walked to the diner and my car.
Thirty minutes later, after a quick stop at Primanti Bros., I was walking up the stairs to my apartment and thinking about how many more of my rules that I would break for Brian Kinney. Hell, I'd already admitted to myself that the guy was a fantabulous fuck, but there was so much more to his 'stud' image that pulled me like a moth to a flame. I just wanted to explore all those layers...see what made him tick.
But shit, look where that had gotten me last time.
A one way trip to the Heartbreak Hotel.
And it was this thought that was in my head as I hit the top step and
heard a voice that I thought I would never hear again.
"Hello Justin."
I don't know how long I stood there, looking at the man that had shattered
my heart along with my rose-coloured glasses, but my brain summed up the
situation quickly and easily in just five words.
Dammit. To. All. Fucking. Hell.
tbc.........
Next time, we will see the fallout between two ex lovers and also see
some hot office action! Does everyone like that idea??!?! Lemme know ^_~
Later
Pleasure Principal
-the only one to follow
Nothing really to say, except that I hope you folks like this, and for those that love drama, I put the twist in the end, specifically for you. So get some popcorn ready and enjoy the fic! Also, I would like to thank my wonder beta, Darren for her fast and prompt service! Thanx girl ^_~
Disclaimer:
Although I love them bunches, the beautiful ones of Queer as Folk don't belong to me. That right goes to Showtime, Cowlip, and other entities that don't deserve them :p
For those that really need it....
Ages Are:
Brian: 29
Justin: 24
"dialogue"
/thinking/
POV
Darling Twink 3/?
by Pleasure Priciple
Rating:R
Archive: B&J.com, ATP, and anywhere else...just ask!
Email dream_chan@hotmail.com
Pain Management
BRIAN
Liberty Diner.
Proverbial greasy spoon for all fags in the in the Pittsburgh area.
And the meeting place for my particular group of friends...as sad as that
is.
Pulling the door open, I am immediately assaulted with the sights,
sounds, and smells of this particular stomping ground. Like the king that I am, I survey my territory and give a small smile as I locate my vassals,
waiting to see how long it will take for them to realize that I am here.
"Hey Brian!" came the shout across the hustle and bustle of the busy diner and it's patrons.
Five seconds....not bad.
Slipping into the booth, I give my best friend a quick peck on the lips
and sit down to wait for his mother to come over and take my order. As it
is, I already know that I am going to get raked over the coals for what they
consider my 'anti-social' behavior, but after the development at work a
few weeks ago, I haven't really been focused, causing me to stay extra
hours in order to be productive.
Grabbing a fry off of Mikey's plate, I ask, "So, how are you losers this
evening?"
The flashy fashion-challenged queen sitting across from me boasts, "I don't know what you're talking about since I don't see any losers sitting at this table..."
"Denial is a bad thing Emmett," I began to say, before I was grabbed up
in a rough hug, by the Rainbow Tornado, also known as Debbie Novotny.
"Hey, you little shit! Finally decided to grace us with your presence?"
she
yelled in her usual cheery manner.
Trying to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles in my Armani, I gave her
what passed as a polite greeting. "And hello to you Deb. I must say that your
wig is looking extradonairy today."
Clocking me upside my head, she demanded briskly, "What can I get for
you, asshole?"
"My usual."
Turkey on whole grain wheat. No mayo. Have to watch the figure and all
that.
Jotting it down on her overflowing pad, she flounces away to attend to
another customer. "Be back in a minute," she calls over her shoulder, which in Deb-speak means that it is going to take a bit more than that.
"So, where have you been?" Mikey demanded, taking a bite out of the
hand-held death trap know as a hamburger.
"Well unlike the rest of you slackers, I've been up to my neck in this
new campaign. Since the client is shelling out millions of dollars for this
thing, Ryder is stressing me for it to be perfect. Then we got the added bonus of getting some high-priced consultants to help us. I guess they felt we couldn't do it on our own,"
"No wonder you look so tired. I guess not having your daily trick is
affecting your health," Ted readily pointed out, smugly munching on
today's
special.
Not one to pass up on an opportunity, I slammed one right back. "Now
Teddy, just because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us aren't. Besides, it's great when tricks make house calls or office calls, whatever the case may be, " I smirked, loving the way the accountant's face twinged with equal parts envy and resentment.
"Should have known that work would never stand in the way of Brian's
dick," he muttered, going back to his club sandwich, his face set in scowl that does nothing for him...like anything does for that matter.
"Will you two give it a rest already?" Mikey whined, while stuffing his
face with the food placed in front of him.
Turning my attention to my best friend, it sometimes amazes me that he didn't resemble a miniature Michelin man with all the food his mom shoved down his throat over the years and believe me, I was an eye-witness and willing participant to those feasts over the years.
Just as I was about to snag another fry, I felt a tug on my sleeve. "Hey
Brian, isn't that the guy you left Babylon with the other night?"
Prying off the gripping fingers with a certain air of distaste, I said
wearily. "You're going to have to be more specific than that, Em."
Getting excited, he grabbed onto my sleeve again, making me a bit pissed,
but I try to ignore it as he prattles on.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes, adorable smile, and a butt that I have been
saving to have for years. Is that specific enough for you?"
Swiveling my neck, I turned around to see the source of my frustration
for the past three weeks standing right inside the door.
/Dammit! First the office, now this?/ I thought heatedly, wondering if
the
world was playing one big cosmic joke on me. I wouldn't put it past the
twink if he was.
"So how was he?"
"I don't kiss and tell, gentlemen...and I do use the term loosely..."
"Come off it, Brian. Tell us," Emmett urged, leaning forward in his seat
as if he is about to hear all the CIA's secrets.
Leaning over a bit myself, I get a few inches from his face to tell him
exactly what information I had for him.
"None of your fucking business."
Then, acting as if I didn't give a fuck, I stood up and made my way over
to the booth across the room, intent on figuring out the puzzle that was
Justin Taylor.
JUSTIN
As I was looking at the menu, I noticed a shadow above me and a
silky voice asking, "Are you stalking me?"
Glancing over top of the double-sided menu, I gave the impeccably-dressed man a look of my own. "Now why would I want to that?"
Sliding into the booth across from me, he leans back against the red
vinyl, trapping me in an intense gaze. "There could be a lot of reasons."
Not sure if I should play along, but interested anyway, I asked
skeptically, "Name one."
With supreme confidence, he replied with pride, "My dick."
Rolling my eyes, I could do nothing but smile, falling into the game
that we have been playing for the last couple of weeks. "Contrary to popular
belief, having a big dick does not automatically make me remember someone. It's what they do that gets stored into memory."
"Well, there's another reason for you."
"I guess you're right..." I agreed, having a flashback of how he operated his own 'machinery', but thankfully that reveire was disrupted before I made a fool of myself.
"Hi, Sunshine! It's about time you stopped in!" Debbie called out, giving me the same hug I've seen her give to practically everyone and one that I happliy return.
My history with Deb Novatny began in 1996, when I revealed my sexual orientation to my parents. Although it took some time for all of us to come back before my big news, they slowly learned to accept me for who I am and not make me feel as I was some freak of nature. I met Deb during my first PFLAG function that my mom dragged me to and the rest is history. Ever since then, Deb has become a second mother to me. Matter of fact, it was through her that I learned all I needed to know about the hottest stud ever to walk Liberty Avenue.
Though she'll never know it.
Giving her the smile that was the inspiration for the fond nickname, I
laughed, "I told you I would Deb. How are you doing?"
"As much as I can be, sweetie."
Looking back and forth between Brian and me, I could see her eyes narrow, letting me know that she was about to ask the question that had been on her mind ever since she walked over here.
"So how do you and Brian know each other, or can I take an educated guess?"
Taking no offense at the implication, I just told her the truth...well the clean version anyway, although I could tell that she jumped to her own conclusions.
"You'd probably be right. How is Vic doing?" Note to self: Have to make time to spend with Vic.
"Just fine, sweetie. Now what can I get for you?" she said happily,
pulling out the much overused notebook.
Looking over the menu for a few seconds, I decided to indulge myself.
Besides, it was probably time to get a membership in a gym anyway.
"A double cheeseburger, fries, and a large chocolate shake....oh and lemon
bars for dessert."
"I'll put that order right in for you. I'll be back with your milkshake
in a minute." Turning her attention to the man across from me, she asks,
"Brian, do you want me to bring your order over here?"
Tongue in cheek, he grins, "Have I ever told you that you are one smart
cookie, Deb?"
Shaking her head ruefully, she gives his cheek a hearty pinch. "A simple
yes would have done, smart-ass. I'll be right back with your milkshake,
sweetie," and off she goes, clearing a path through the hungry masses of Liberty Avenue.
Glancing at Brian, I see the most unreadable expression on his face and
in this instance I want to know exactly what he's thinking. "How in
hell are you going to eat all that?"
"Blessed with a great metabolism...at least that's what my mother says.
So, what do you want? If this is about work, I would appreciate it if we
kept that in the office. I value my downtime."
"Understandable, but it's not what I was going to talk to you about.
I believe that you made me an offer and I wanted to know if it was still on the table."
"Huh?"
Smirking even more, he reminds me, "The cleaners."
/Like I really believe that one, Kinney/
"Oh, I was wondering when you were going to act on that. Just bring the
shirt to the office tomorrow and I'll get it taken of."
"Or, we could go to my loft after you finish and I give it to you
there," he suggested silkily, giving me those bedroom eyes that I imagine have worked on every trick that ever had the pleasure of seeing them...and
unfortunately I don't know how long I can resist them myself, but once again my brain helps out by pointing out something that is absolutely hilarious and
within seconds I am giggling like a schoolgirl and even more so when I see the confused look on the hazel-eyed seducer's face.
"What?"
Guessing that I could let him in on the joke, I laughed, "That is a real
variation of 'Want to come and see my sketches?' routine."
Seeing the way his face went blank, I take it that he wasn't expecting
something like that. However, he reverts back to Kinney mode and begins
refute my claim.
"First, I don't use routines. Second, you're the artist. I'll save that
for you to do," he replied haughtily, taking a sip of the water that Deb had
placed on the table ages ago.
Taking a sip from my own glass I smirked, enjoying the feeling of
throwing this man off-kilter. Since working with him, I have learned that Brian is a control freak and when the control is taken away, he will do everything in his power to get it back.
Which makes for a pretty good show if you ask me.
But just as I was about to up the stakes, my cell phone chose that
moment to ring. Inwardly groaning, I pulled the damn thing out to look at the call display, annoyed at whomever interrupted my fun.
However, seeing the name and the number, I knew I had to put the game on
pause for the time being. With an apologetic smile in place, I said,
"Excuse me for a minute."
Seeing him nod, I flip open the phone.
"Hey Mollusk, what's up?" I answered the call, curious as to why my
little sister was calling me.
"Hey Jus. I just wanted to give you a bit of news. The dumbfuck called
over here looking for you."
Oh great. What in the hell is wrong with HIM? Wasn't breaking my heart
enough for the dipshit?
Hoping that my anger wasn't showing on my face, I asked firmly, "Uh huh,
and what did you say?"
"That it is was none of his fucking business and to stay away from you
before I gave him an illegal castration," she replied sweetly, as if it was the most natural response in the world.
Sometimes I really love the little brat.
"Good girl."
"Well, since I'm such a good girl, would you mind doing something for
me?" she asked slyly, alerting my big brother alarm big time.
Should have known that there was a catch in all this, but by the sound
in her voice, it didn't seem like something that I should really
do...a.k.a. my parents didn't approve.
Trying to sound remorseful as possible, I began nervously, "I don't-"
"If you don't then I might let it slip to the ex where you live. You
know that he left his contact numbers...." she slipped in before I could
finish, making me want to smack the smile off the smile that I know she has on her face right now...gloating wench.
Sometimes I really hate the little brat.
Daphne and I taught her too well.
Knowing that it was a lost cause, I gave up the fight, the news that my
ex was in town too much stress as is. "Fine! But I'm not doing anything
illegal, you little shit!"
Hearing a happy giggle come down the line, she said,"Don't worry, it's
not...well not really. Love you Jus!"
"Love you too. Bye"
Snapping my phone off, I stuffed it into my pocket, pissed that I can
still get conned by my little sister. I swear, she must have written the
handbook on how to make an older sibling's life miserable.
Turning my attention to the amused man across from me, I feel myself
blush slightly, feeling a little of the tension that the phone call caused
lessen.
"Sorry about that. That was just my annoying baby sister alerting me to
something."
"Nothing serious I hope."
"Trivial, really," I responded dryly, not wanting to go into what the phone call was about. Then in a matter of seconds, I relaxed and realized that I had the perfect solution in front of me to help me forget about my 'pest' problem for the time being. Whispering huskily, I leaned in, watching those gorgeous hazel eyes darken with lust.
"So, do you want to sit here and try to flirt some more, or do you want to fuck?"
Not giving it a second thought, he grabbed my wrist like he did that
first night, threw some money on the table and hustled me out of there,
ignoring the yelling coming from one pissed waitress and a table of friends.
The ride to the loft was full of heated looks and stolen caresses, but
in no time we were in front of the building that I had heard so much about my
first weeks back home.
In the elevator, he had already pulled out my dick, making my head fall back against the cool brushed metal interior.
It took him no time to get the door open and set the alarm before I
found myself completely naked and slung over a shoulder, being carried to the
Holy Grail for all gay men in the tri-state area.
Brian Kinney's bed.
As much as this interlude started out hot and heavy, Brian changed gears, slowing the pace down a little.
Pushing me back on the soft duvet, he straddles me and begins to kiss my neck, moving progressively lower and lower until he reached the place that had been screaming for his attention ever since he sat across from me. Bypassing that area, he continued on, licking the inside of my thighs, letting his warm breath spread over my balls, making them tighten even more.
I was sure that I was going to come from that alone, but thankfully he put a stop to that and then built me up again until he was ready to enter me.
Giving me the lube, I wasted no time in snagging the cap off and slathering it on his cock, anticipation pulsing through my veins at what I was about to experience. The memory of the first time was humming repeating in my brain when he flipped me over on my stomach. Preparing me quickly, I didn't even hear the sounds of the condom being ripped open and pulled on, but I sure as hell felt it when Brian entered me, hitting home in one thrust.
"FUCK YES!"
Reaching over, he grabs my chin and gives me a quick kiss. "Don't worry, I will," he whispered ferally, giving my ear a small bite, before begining the natural motions that takes us to worlds unknown.
"Damn! Are you sure that you even have bones?" Brian breathed heavily,
worn out from the exhaustive play we're taking a break from in order to catch our breaths.
Rolling over, I smiled and ran a finger down his side, appreciating the
graceful lines and curves that made this beautiful man. I wish I had a
sketchbook nearby.
"The last time my doctor checked he didn't see a problem."
"Hmm. So how do you like working at Ryder so far?"
"I actually like it more than I thought I would. I was worried that I
would be working with a fat, balding, greasy, homophobic, old guy, but I guess I lucked out. You're only old."
Giving me a hard pinch in the side, Brian grinned. "Fuck you."
Matching his grin, I flippantly replied, "You already did, and I must
say quite well, thanks."
Lighting a cigarette, he takes a puff and gives me that tongue in cheek expression that I've been itching to draw. "Do you have a smartass answer for everything?"
"Call it a gift," I smiled as I swung my feet to the side and began
searching for the clothes that were hastily thrown on the floor earlier.
Finding my boxers, I slipped them on, then standing up, I turned around
to face the satisfied man lying underneath the neon lights.
Tearing my eyes away before another part of my anatomy began to make
it's position known, I blurted out, "Well, I have to get going. Big day
tomorrow and all."
/Smooth going, dumbass./ I ranted to myself, the knowing grin from Brian
making me feel even worse.
Getting up himself, the other man stubbed out the cancer stick, slipped on his navy silk robe, making his way toward the kitchen, beckoning me to follow.
After getting a glass of orange juice, he turned around and said,"Like I
don't know that already. However, I have a better solution. You can stay
here, we fuck some more, I'll drop you off at your place to get a
change of clothes in the morning, then we can go to work."
Giving him a small smile for his efforts, I tell him rationally,"That
sounds too complicated. Besides, I like my bed."
Seeing that he has lost this battle, he decides to compromise. "Do you
want me to call you a cab or something?"
Waving him off, I said confidently,"No thanks. I parked my car near the
diner and it isn't that far of a walk."
I could still see that he wanted to debate the point, but his little
internal mechanism wouldn't let him do it.
Prideful prick.
"Whatever."
Nodding in agreement, I walk around the counter and stand before the man
who has rocked my world, both sleeping and awake.
"Thanks again for a good time. If you keep this up, I might have to purchase season passes," I tease, leaning up to give him a peck on the cheek.
"Ha ha funny, Twink," Brian says gruffly, pushing me away a bit, but not
before grabbing my chin and placing a firm kiss on my already swollen
lips.
Pulling away, he only says one word, "Later."
"Later. Oh and don't forget the shirt tomorrow," and with that, I made
my way to the large door, exiting the loft and out to the street, whistling
as I walked to the diner and my car.
Thirty minutes later, after a quick stop at Primanti Bros., I was walking up the stairs to my apartment and thinking about how many more of my rules that I would break for Brian Kinney. Hell, I'd already admitted to myself that the guy was a fantabulous fuck, but there was so much more to his 'stud' image that pulled me like a moth to a flame. I just wanted to explore all those layers...see what made him tick.
But shit, look where that had gotten me last time.
A one way trip to the Heartbreak Hotel.
And it was this thought that was in my head as I hit the top step and
heard a voice that I thought I would never hear again.
"Hello Justin."
I don't know how long I stood there, looking at the man that had shattered
my heart along with my rose-coloured glasses, but my brain summed up the
situation quickly and easily in just five words.
Dammit. To. All. Fucking. Hell.
tbc.........
Next time, we will see the fallout between two ex lovers and also see
some hot office action! Does everyone like that idea??!?! Lemme know ^_~
Later
Pleasure Principal
-the only one to follow