Note: Today is Monday evening and Tuesday morning.

Everything is better,
And everything is right.
And everything comes together.
And everything's done tonight.
If you cover me.

Cover Me – Mae

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Justin didn't see Brian for the rest of day.

He figured it was because of the way he had acted this morning. He hadn't meant to be so curt. He hadn't meant to unleash any negative feelings on the brunet this morning but, now, he was feeling much better, though, he would have liked it if Brian had just peeked in to, at least, say hello to him throughout the day. Justin, however, guessed that it was his fault that Brian had decided against it. Brian had probably wanted to leave him alone, give him space since he had been upset this morning, though, Brian wouldn't have made it worse – Brian coming by would've made him feel better.

Sighing, Justin gathered his things, deciding to leave on time for once.

He locked the door behind him and headed down the hall towards Brian's office. The door was shut but the light was on telling Justin that he was still inside. Brian was anal about leaving lights on when he wasn't in a room. Smiling slightly, Justin knocked. "Come on in." Justin quickly opened the door to reveal Brian sitting at his computer looking like all concentration. He was, obviously, hard at work still. He glanced up from his computer long enough to offer a quick smile in Justin's direction. Still smiling, Justin set his bag down next to the office door and strode over to the desk, leaning on it with his hands. "I thought I'd leave on time tonight." Brian sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Unfortunately, Sunshine, I can't."

"Whyyy?"

Brian smiled at the blond slightly and leaned back in his chair. Justin walked around the desk and settled himself on Brian's lap, wrapped his arms around the brunet's neck and kissed his cheek. "Because I have to work." Justin sighed, frown on his face. "You've been working all day…take a break." Justin nuzzled his nose against Brian's neck, lips trailing along his throat. "Knowing what kind of break you want me to take I'll never get my work done." Justin grinned and nipped slightly at Brian's neck. "Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy my kind of break." Justin repositioned himself so that instead of sitting sideways on Brian's lap he was facing towards Brian, legs straddling the brunet's.

"C'mon, Brian,"

The blond trailed a hand down Brian's chest, cupping his clothed cock once he reached it.

"Fuck me. Please?"

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It was late when Brian woke up, lying on a couch in his office with Justin's naked body on top of his – also asleep. Fuck, Justin was persuasive. Ok, in all honesty, all Justin had to do was give him that pleading look and sunshine smile and Brian was ready to fuck him everywhere in the office – in the damn building for that matter. He kind of wished he had more self-control though. He truly did have a ton of shit to do still, before going home. But – he couldn't say no to Justin. Especially since he wanted to comfort him after this morning. Sure, it hadn't looked like he needed much comfort when he had come into his office in the first place but, still, Brian wanted to give it to him.

Plus, he got something out of this too.

His cock up his…Justin's ass.

Sighing, Brian slowly and gently slid out from under Justin and draped one of his coats over the blond and then got himself dressed. He flipped on his computer and began working. And working. And working. He couldn't stop though. He had already lost so many hours when he should have been doing this. He didn't feel too worried, though. He still had time. He had a week to get these ads done. Except, he was still getting distraction and, this time, Justin wasn't even doing anything. He was just…there. For Brian to look at and enjoy as eye candy. Giving up, Brian turned off his computer and kneeled down in front of the small couch, nudging the man still sleeping.

"Time to get up, Sunshine."

Justin replied by turning his head away from Brian.

"C'mon, Justin. You're comin' home with me tonight. Unless you want to stay here…but I'm sure my bed is a lot more comfortable."

Still no reply from Justin. Brian rolled his eyes, grabbed the jacket covering Justin and flung it off. This time, Justin's eyes opened, questioning look on his face as to why his warmth was taken away from him.

"Get up, Sunshine. Now."

"Yes, sir. Sheesh."

Brian smiled and helped Justin get up. Even helped him get dressed to speed up the process. Or maybe he slowed it down because the two couldn't keep their mouths off of each other – or Justin couldn't keep his mouth off of Brian's mouth and Brian wasn't one to tell him no to that. They finally managed to get out of Brian's office and out of the building, as well. Brian reluctantly let Justin drive his car behind his jeep just so they wouldn't have to leave it here, though, Brian would have rather left the car here just so he could have the blond in the seat next to him but, he got over it as soon as they were in his bed making out like hormonal teenagers – grinding and touching everything in hands reach.

And they ended up fucking again.

No surprise there.

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Justin woke up to the sound of Brian yelling at him to get up.

"Alright, I'm up already!"

"I've been calling your name for twenty minutes. You sleep like-"

"I slept like someone who got fucked a million times last night by men who don't know when to stop."

Justin smiled over at Brian as he got up out of bed whereas Brian shot him a knowing look. "Like you weren't begging for it when we got here."

"I do not beg."

"You did last night."

"Hmph."

Still smiling, Justin headed, naked, to the shower hoping he'd have time. If he didn't he was sure he could get Brian to forgive him for making the both of them late. As a matter of fact, he knew there were lots of ways to get Brian to get over being late – like Justin getting down on his knees. Brian came up behind him, arms encircling the blond's waist. "Hope you don't mind, but I'm joining you."

"I far from mind."

"I figured. You're obsessed with me."

"You're obsessed with my ass."

"True – You do have a nice ass."

Justin jumped and yelped as Brian's fingers made a point of his comment by pinching said ass. Justin, grinning, pulled himself out of Brian's arms and pushed him away. "Get your hands off it." Brian smirked, yanking Justin back against him by his arm. "That's definitely not what you said last night." Justin rolled his eyes and dragged the both of them into the shower. Now it was Brian who was holding them up, not just him.

"Well, you can touch it. Don't pinch it…unless I want you to of course."

"Yes sir."

Brian reached over Justin's shoulder to turn the water on – hot. Justin didn't complain. He just turned them around so Brian was getting the brunt of the water. Brian turned Justin around so that the blond's back was facing him and he grabbed a sponge. "Looks like I left some marks last night."

"You were rough."

Brian gently rubbed Justin's back with the sponge, soapy water running down his body now. Justin sighed, feeling rather content and wishing that they could just skip work today and stay in Brian's loft instead. The feeling of Brian's hands on his back felt fucking good – too good. Letting a small sigh escape his lips, Justin rested the back of his head on Brian's shoulder as the brunet's arms snaked around his waist and pulled him closer so he could move the sponge down Justin's chest, over his cock and his hips – slowly and sensually and Justin wondered If Brian planned on staying home from work today 'cause he had to know that this treatment was making Justin extremely…needy.

"Feelin' better?"

"What do you mean?"

Brian paused for a moment, not replying for a few seconds.

"You were upset yesterday."

It was Justin's turn to not reply now. Except, he knew he couldn't get away with that. Sighing, Justin turned around in Brian's arms, bodies' slick against each other from the soap and water.

"I just don't like seeing my mother upset."

"It's more than that."

Why does he have to be so damn smart?

Instead of making me answer though, he just kisses me for a long time and I know we're going to be late for work now. When he pulls away, "You don't have to tell me."

But I know he wants me to.

And I know that I will – sometime. He smacks my ass – hard – which changes the mood.

"Let's get goin', Sunshine. We're already late for work."