Summary: Expanding his ad empire into a different market leads Brian to Atlanta, where he experiences life the way it should always be. Justin of course is along for the ride. Lots of love and fun! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Read somewhere these aren't acknowledged in any court of law. I'm only guilty of being in love with people that don't exist.
Hotlanta
"I know you're nervous." Justin's fingers gently rake the remnants of shower from thick dark hair. Brian's face rests against his smooth stomach, turned away.
"It's wasn't my first time." Brian answers, idly caressing his milky thigh. He stares through their regal bedroom windows, at the winter wonderland they own.
"Please. You were bornde-virginized. I meant the new company. Just Kin launches in two weeks and you're a wreck. Brian, I know you." Hazel eyes and a perfectly arched brow say enough.
Justin returns the look. "You know I'm right. You take everything you do personally, this project more so than others. It's for gays with your name all over it. It's like your second coming out. That's huge!" The impact of his own words hit him sentimentally. He stops Brian's auto-response with "no cock jokes!"
"Well someone needs to save the fags. I'm just sick of PRIDE events advertised on construction paper at supermarkets. No one should be proud of that." He sighs as Justin's warm hand strokes his flawless cheek.
"You always make me proud."
"And if I fail?" he whispers, afraid of putting such weakness into their environment, but needing the strength eye contact alone can give.
"You'll be one step closer to us mere mortals," his eyes close under a comforting touch "and I'll love you even more for it."
Justin leans to peck his lips then they settle down for bed. He spoons Brian, one leg over his hip, under their luscious fur duvet. Light kisses travel down the back of his neck.
"God you're gay" Brian exasperates. Justin chuckles, but never relents.
"Fifteen minutes ago I had my ass in the air, and begged you to make me your bitch. I'm def past just 'gay'." Brian's arm reaches behind, feeling for said behind and absorbing the warm softness of the body pressed to his back.
"Up for round two?"
"You've had enough ass. If you break it, you buy it. Sleep. Goodnight." Justin burrows his face into his Brian scented pillow as his eyes close.
A grumbled "fine" and shared body heat push them into a deep slumber.
