Disclaimer – Rainbows have red, rainbows have blue, Brian and Justin aren't mine, so you can't sue.
Title – Domestic Bliss
Rating – PG-13
Summary – On the way home from the diner one day, Justin discovers something cute and tiny in a cardboard box.
Author's note: This story takes place sometime in season 4. It assumes that Justin moved back in with Brian and the character of Hunter never existed.
Domestic Bliss
Brian succumbed to an exhausted groan as he felt Justin's hands begin to snake their way up his chest again in a suggestive manner.
"Jesus Christ, Justin," he mumbled in an exhausted voice. "I never, ever, ever, EVER, thought I would say this, but I'm just too fuckin' tired. All though, we may have set a new record. I lost count after 4."
Justin laughed a little under his breath and slid his body up Brian's to push their lips together.
"And to think," he whispered. "You laughed at me when I told you that thunderstorms turn me on."
At his words, Brian's mind raced back to the precise moment that he had discovered Justin's little secret. He had barely had time to slide the loft door shut before the teenager assaulted him. He was whirled around, his back shoved against the cold metal door, as Justin's mouth violently came into contact with his. Seemingly without pausing to take in breath, Justin had kissed every inch of his face and had licked at his neck that was slick from the pouring rain outside.
Satisfied that he had left no part of his lover's face untouched, Justin pulled him by his tie into the bedroom were, without missing a beat, he pushed him flat on his back upon the large bed. Bright flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the otherwise dim loft that was lit only by the large, orange rectangle over the mattress. Straddling his knees, Justin moved to pull Brian's shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons, before his hands moved to his belt.
As soon as the teen had tossed his belt aside, Brian lurched up and kissed him. Justin allowed it for the while and even pushed himself closer so that both men's torsos were touching before he put his palms flat against Brian's chest and shoved him back down again. Brian lifted his hips as his lover quickly removed both his pants and underwear off in one fluid motion and eagerly wrapped his lips around his ardent erection. With a gasp, Brian felt his head sink into the pillow underneath him and his right hand moved to Justin's hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands. His back arched as Justin worked his mouth and tongue fast on him sending him to the edge of oblivion before his mind had time to register.
With a muffled moan he came into Justin's mouth and soon after felt the younger man kiss his way back up his sweaty body to his mouth. Brian could taste himself on his lips and as Justin leaned into him, he became aware for the first time that he was still fully clothed.
"What took you so long?" Justin whispered, kissing the edge of his jaw.
Brian only laughed and pulled him close to kiss him again. As the thunder rolled outside, Justin pealed his clothes off and rolled on top of him again.
"Didn't I ever tell you?" he whispered nibbling on Brian's lower lip. "Thunderstorms turn me on."
Again, Brian laughed and flipped the teen over so that he lay on his back underneath him.
"Hey,"
Brian was jarred out of his thoughts by the light swat of Justin's hand to his arm. He turned and met his eyes.
"Where'd you go?" Justin asked.
"Nowhere; just thinking."
"About what?"
Brian turned away and stared at the ceiling.
"About how it's a miracle that we haven't killed each other yet."
"Shut up," Justin laughed as he moved closer to him.
They locked eyes for while before Brian kissed his lips once again. Justin sighed into him but when he tried to deepen the kiss, Brian gently pushed him away.
"Wuss," Justin whispered playfully as he lay his head against Brian's chest and drifted to sleep amid the soothing sound of the rain.
"Hey," Michael exclaimed as his best friend walked into his store.
Brian smiled and kissed him once on the mouth.
"What are you doing here?"
Brian shrugged.
"I'm too restless to stay home, today's the meeting with the loans office," he explained. "I couldn't fall back asleep after Justin left so now I'm left to wait in agonizing anticipation until 2."
Checking his watch, Michael placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he whispered.
"Yeah, it'd better be," he began, turning to face his friend. "If this doesn't work out . . ."
"It will," Michael stated. "You'll be fine."
Brian sighed and Michael put his arms around him in a warm embrace.
"Wanna help me organize my new shipment?"
Brian managed a genuine laugh.
"Yeah."
"Hey, Sunshine," Debbie said approaching the young man who was putting more straws in the dispenser. "Why don't you head on home? With the weather the way it is, I don't think we're gonna be gettin' any busier."
Justin took a glance outside and the drizzling rain and dark sky.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, go on," she insisted. "I'm sure you're got better things to do, like making Monet green with envy."
Justin smiled and grabbed the hooded sweater that he was suddenly very happy he had decided to bring.
"I'll do that," he said, slipping it on. "See ya later."
Walking out the door, Justin brought the hood over his head as the rain assaulted him. As he was about to turn around the corner, a dark flash caught his eye. Taking a closer look down the small ally, he noticed a box by the dumpster shudder for a moment before it grew still. Justin's unrelenting curiosity pulled him into investigate and he slowly approached the box.
"Oh my God," he gasped.
Inside the cardboard, shivering in the corner, was a tiny black and white kitten. Justin couldn't be sure of the pattern because the animal's coat was dirty and soaking wet. Squatting close to the box, Justin slowly moved his hand towards the tiny face.
"Hey, little guy," he whispered. "Are you OK?"
The kitten seemed frightened by him, but didn't arch its back or hiss. Gently, Justin stroked the top of his wet head and smiled when it leaned into him. Looking around, his mind raced. He couldn't just leave it here . . . but he couldn't take it home. Couldn't give it to the Humane Society . . . but he couldn't take it home.
He couldn't take it home.
He couldn't take it home.
He couldn't take it home.
"Hey, you wanna come home with me?"
Unzipping his jacket, he gently picked the kitten up and placed him against his body before zipping it halfway up again. Keeping his hands at his stomach for support, he headed quickly through the rain. About halfway to the loft, Justin realized that there was nothing the kitten could eat at home, not to mention a litterbox. Stopping at a small shop, he picked up a can of kitten food and some litter, ignoring the looks from people who no doubt noticed his twitching stomach.
Finally, he made it home.
"Brian?" he called out.
Upon getting no answer, he moved inside and slid the door shut. Lowering the bag of food and litter in the kitchen he moved into the bathroom.
"Hey, cutie," he exclaimed as he picked the kitten up. "Let's get you cleaned up."
About 30 minutes later, Justin was lying on his stomach watching the newly bathed kitten eat. The bath in the sink had enabled him to both tell that the animal was male and did indeed have a beautiful coat. White and black face, white chest with a large patch of black and four white paws.
"Aren't you a pretty boy?" he smiled, scratching behind his ears.
The kitten looked at him as it to respond and then snapped his head towards the door. Tuning in, Justin picked up the hum of the elevator as well.
"Shit!"
Picking the kitten and his food up, Justin rushed back into the bathroom where he placed him on the floor and closed the door just as he heard Brian walking in.
"Justin!" he called out.
Moving towards his voice, Justin found that Brian was already in the middle of the room. Before he had time to speak, Brian wrapped his arms around him and picked him off his feet, twirling him around in a circle, before placing him back down and kissing him long and hard.
"I got it," he breathed. "I got the loan."
Justin stared at him blankly before the words sunk in.
"You got it?" he blinked.
Smiling brighter than he had ever seen him, Brian nodded.
"You're gonna have your own advertising agency?"
At yet another smile, Justin wrapped his arms around him and connected their lips again.
"Brian! That's fucking incredible!"
"I know," he agreed, pulling him closer. "Hey, it's raining . . . you wanna pick up where we left off?"
Slipping his hands into his hair, the older man placed his lips all over his jawbone and neck. Justin got so distracted by Brian's news that he had temporarily forgotten about what was in the bathroom. If only he had time to explain.
"Hmm, why don't we go out? Make it a party?"
Nibbling on his earlobe, Brian slipped his hands under his shirt.
"I was planning on having a party," he whispered. "A private party."
"Wouldn't you rather be at Babylon? With the music, the lights, the guys?"
Brian stared deep into him.
"Since when do you turn down a not-so-quiet evening at home?"
Taking a small step back, Brian heard something crunch under his foot. Furrowing his brow, he bent down to picked up a piece of the cat food, much to Justin's horror.
"What the hell is this?"
"You're right," Justin quickly fumbled. "It'll be nice here with just the two of us."
The younger man kissed his mouth and entwined both his hands within his own, causing him to drop the piece of food. Brian sighed into him and started to pull his shirt over his head when he heard a loud scratch from behind the bathroom door. Brian's eyes snapped open as did Justin's and he pulled away.
"Justin . . . what the fuck is in the bathroom?"
To be continued.