Disclaimer: Don't own. Would like to own, but don't.
Alex's Note: What I wouldn't give to see this played out…
A Slippery Situation
The phone was ringing off the hook when Justin and Daphne stumbled, giggling like a couple of preteen girls, into the loft.
"Hello?" Justin picked up the phone, passing the cigarette they'd been sharing back into Daphne's waiting fingers.
"About time you answered," Brian's voice greeted him. He sounded pissed.
"Sorry, Daph and I were out," Justin explained. "What's up?"
"Somehow, while enjoying a fun filled brunch with the munchers, they convinced me to stay and watch the little tyke while they did some errands."
"Mmhmm," Justin took the cigarette back from Daphne, "Go on."
"Well, I just put Gus down for his nap and his moms won't be home for another couple of hours…" Justin grinned, seeing instantly where this was going. "And I have a little problem that I could really use your help with."
"Oh yeah? And what kind of problem would that be?" he played along.
"Why don't you come over here and find out, Sunshine?"
"I'm on my way."
"Oh, and bring lube. Lot's of it."
"What was that about?" Daphne asked when he hung up.
"Booty call," He laughed as Daphne rolled her eyes. "Want to give me a ride over to Mel and Linds'?" He asked, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.
Daphne's sigh was loud and dramatic, "Fiiiiine. Get in the car."
"Jesus, Brian, stay still!" Justin grunted, his hands covered in Brian's expensive lubricant.
"Fuck you, this shit is cold."
"Yeah, well, now you know how I felt," He deadpanned.
"Just finish the fucking job already, I don't have all day. And don't you dare get any of that in my hair."
Justin sighed, getting extremely frustrated at the situation. "Do you want to get your head out of the banister or not? Because I could leave right now, you know."
Brian stopped squirming, "You wouldn't."
"Watch me."
"Fine" he growled. "But if it gets in my hair, you're washing it out later."
"Yeah, whatever." Justin smeared his greasy hands on the sides of Brian's neck and face, purposely getting a good amount of the residue into his thick locks. "Turn your head a little bit this way," Justin repositioned his head, "and… pull."
Moments later, Brian's oily head cleared through the bars. He rubbed at his sore neck. "Fucking Christ, these things should come with warning labels.
Justin raised an eyebrow at him, "How did you manage to get your head stuck in the banister anyway?"
Brian eluded the question, choosing instead to stick his tongue down the blond's throat. Justin pulled away after a couple seconds.
"Seriously, you're not getting away without telling me, Brian!"
Brian swiped at the lubricant still on his face with one long finger and ran it slowly Justin's chest under his shirt, making him shiver.
"I have a better idea. Let's put all this wasted lube toward a good cause," he murmured into Justin's ear.
At this point, that really did sound like a better idea, so Justin let Brian get away with not divulging his secret.
For now, at least.