Disclaimer: I do not own them, I did not create them, and I do not profit from them.

Rating: PG/ PG-13?

A/N: I bought first season's soundtrack of Queer As Folk and I highly recommend it. There is a track called "High School Confidential" and I am beginning to wonder if it was written for the show or not because it is BJ to a tee. I never understood that expression yet I use it (probably incorrectly spelt) regardless.

Chapter Seven: That's An Order

"Stop it," growled Brian from behind his menu, refusing to give Justin any attention.

Instead, Brian continued to look at his menu casually and give absolutely no hint of emotion or acknowledgement to what Justin was doing to him underneath the table with his foot.

It had started as soon as they got there. Brian and Justin sat down across from each other and as soon as the rather attractive waiter left them to decide and fetch their drinks, Brian felt Justin beginning to rub his foot against the inside of Brian's ankle. It was bothersome but Brian knew where it was heading and the blond had made it his personal mission sometime within the last few hours, to try to shoot Brian's plan to shit and that was not happening. Apparently, Justin realized that his earlier stance against Brian hadn't affected Brian in the least bit, only that it had really amused him.

Justin smiled down into his lap where his own menu was resting. It was the first thing that Brian had said to him since they sat down. He was nowhere near close to stopping. In fact, he took the time then to raise his foot even higher from where it had been gently massaging the side of Brian's right knee.

When Justin had first sat down, he made sure that he pulled himself as tightly and as comfortably to the table. He needed to be able to reach as much as Brian as he could with as little effort as possible. Before he had arrived at Brian's office, he came up with a sort of plan that he was going to follow, which would lead him to his ultimate prevail over his lover. Justin would taunt and tease the brunet the best that he could until Brian had no choice but to fuck him, or be fucked by him.

Brian cursed the table for being so small and wished that he had asked for the window table that they had been offered instead of the small booth at the back of the restaurant. But Brian didn't want people overhearing Justin and his conversation even if it wasn't private.

"Stop what?" Justin wondered innocently, setting down his menu beside his plate on the spot closest to the aisle for the waiter to retrieve.

Glancing up from the soup list, Brian saw how smug the blond looked while he pressed his foot at that moment against Brian's groin. Brian sat as still as he could with the calmest expression one could muster while the master of anything to do with giving manual and oral pleasure to the male genitalia worked his toes in way that had Brian's usual façade almost cracking.

"I'll break every one of your toes."

"I thought you liked my toes," said Justin in a rendition of a baby voice as he wiggled his toes against Brian.

"Not when they're pressed into my crouch," he snarled, placing his menu on top of Justin's.

"Don't lie. We both know that you do."

"You little –" hissed Brian, until he cut himself short when the waiter came by once more to ask if they had finished deciding.

They placed their orders, Justin taking his sweet time to ask about everything to do with his meal, feigning interest, when all he really wanted was to piss Brian off some more as he pushed the arch of his foot against him. At one point, Justin and Brian both noticed that the waiter's attention had been caught briefly. His honey eyes fell on the bare foot that could just barely been seen in Brian's lap. He smiled knowingly and answered Justin's final question before sending Brian a look of envy.

"That's it," said Brian.

With a movement that Justin was too slow to avoid, Brian snatched the foot in his crouch by the ankle and pulled hard. Justin was jerked forward and the table shook lightly. Justin became rather uncomfortable in his slumped position in the booth, and to the casual observer, it would appear that this was not the blond's preferred choice of sitting.

Brian had Justin still by the ankle and Brian had half a mind to pull the twink as hard as he could until he disappeared under the table. With two fingers, Brian pinched the pad of each of Justin's toes as hard as he could and Justin squirmed restlessly. Not only was his skin extremely sensitive to any touch, but Justin also had a rather low tolerance to pain mentally.

"Stop," whimpered Justin as Brian began to pinch at the skin of the arch of his foot.

"Beg me."

"What?" said Justin incredulously. He desperately tried to jerk back his foot from Brian's grasp but he was fruitless.

"You heard me," murmured Brian darkly, his usual satisfied smirk across his lips. "I'm not stopping until you do."

"You can forget it." The last word went several octaves higher when Brian favored a roughed, harder pinch instead of the mild ones we was inflicting before.

"Please," Justin began.

"I'm not convinced," Brian said lightly, smiling at the blond.

Justin whimpered once more after the other man scratched his small nails teasingly across the sensitive flesh of Justin's foot. Justin was also very ticklish and Brian took advantage of that knowledge.

"Please, Brian, please. You've got to stop. I'm going to die over here. Please!"

"I think you can do better than that," he stated, switching now to just the pads of his fingers to tickle his lover.

Justin looked at him imploringly and let out another whimper. "Please," he groaned out. "I'll do anything."

Those three words were exactly what Brian was looking for and he smiled when heard them. Justin stilled for a moment and realized how much of an idiot he was for uttering that sentence.

"Stop this."

"Stop what?" For once, Justin wasn't playing dumb.

"This little vendetta of yours."

"I have no idea what –"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"You're no fun," Justin muttered, folding his arms over his chest like a disappointed, spoiled child who didn't get his way.

Brian finally released the foot that had been his grasp for the past few minutes and he watched as Justin sat up, resuming his comfortable position.

The waiter came promptly with their food and Brian noticed how he even checked to see if Justin's foot was still pleasuring Brian. He looked a little disappointed to see that it was in fact, not.

"Shut up and eat your food," Brian said, taking up his spoon for his soup.

"You're a grouchy old man today."

"I thought I was that every day?" Brian smiled mockingly, a spoonful of steamy soup before his mouth.

"Sometimes," Justin confided in a quite voice, mulling over his salad and ignoring how Brian was watching him with his expected entertained expression.

"Well, Sunshine, don't spread it around but you brighten my day."

Justin looked up with his eyes, still keeping his head bent down to his salad. He observed as Brian sat back into the booth and sipped his glass of water. He longed to be the rim of the glass against Brian's lips, receiving all the attention and the smoothness of Brian's mouth. Justin wanted to be the water sliding down Brian's throat and Justin watched hungrily as Brian's Adams Apple bobbed with each swallow. When Brian was done, Justin was looking at him like he could eat the other man whole right then and there.

"Surprised?" he grinned.

"At the fact that you would admit that."

It was a true statement, not meant to be an insult, but somehow it still stung Brian like one anyway.

"Justin, you know that I care for you."

He swore inwardly because suddenly everything had gotten serious, down to Brian's voice and Brian saying his name. It was usually just 'Sunshine' or some obscene name that Brian somehow made to be a loving pet name.

"I know, Brian," he answered softly, flashing his vibrant blue eyes back down at his untouched salad. "I care about you too."

"And I know that since you say something like it every time you come all over my imported sheets."

Justin noticed that Brian had purposely ignored exactly what Justin said every time he came. It sounded a lot like 'I love you' but even to say it in a sentence and not directed at someone was difficult for Brian so Justin just let it slide.

"Why can't you just buy normal sheets like everyone else?"

"You're complaining?"

He really shouldn't have since he noticed that whenever he slept at Daphne's his sheets didn't feel as soft or as pleasant against his skin. It also didn't help that he obviously wasn't in Brian's bed.

"Only when you complain about me making a mess."

"Well, you do make a mess."

"Then maybe you should let me top sometime and you can take a turn at dirtying your imported three hundred count Egyptian silk sheets."

It sounded like Brian inhaled his soup and was now coughing on it. Justin smiled triumphantly and took the first bite of his salad, loving the sound of Brian not being his customary composed self.

"I doubt that."

"Then don't complain," Justin replied simply, smiling at the man across from him.

"Either that or we do it in the shower a lot more often."

"Or, again, you just let me top."

Another inhalation of hot soup, causing Brian's throat to burn and him to start coughing all over again, his eyes beginning to water.

"Would you warn me before saying something as ludicrous as that?" demanded Brian after he finally caught his breath.

"You've let me top before."

"When I felt generous."

"You're often generous," he argued.

"With my money, not with my sexual position."

"You're not a 'designated top,' Brian. No one's officially this or officially that."

"Some people are just naturally tops and others, bottoms. Justin, I thought you learned all this in school already?" mocked Brian, sipping at his soup.

"No, I must have been sick that day," he muttered, poking at his salad again.

"Well, 'part-time bottoming' doesn't really suit me."

"What are you talking about? You're still getting off."

Brian smirked at him and shook as head almost in a way that made Justin feel ignorant and young.

"Oh, right. You have that control issue of yours. You always have to be on top of everything whether it is at work or in the bedroom. You're the boss; whatever you say, goes and is practically law. Isn't that right?"

"That's right," Brian answered, his voice light and simple.

"Well, you know what, Brian?"

"What's that, Sunshine?"

"You're going to be a 'part-time bottom' as you put it and your going to fucking love it." The last part was a command and Brian raised his eyebrow.

"Is that because you said so or because you're going to be that fucking good?"

"Both."

Brian nodded slowly, thinking over what Justin told him before meeting eyes with the younger man sitting across from him, eating his salad.

"And what if I told you no fucking way?"

"For once, you don't really have a choice."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yep."

"And what are you going to do to stop me?"