Brian walked back into his office and sat on his couch after escorting his latest client. Cynthia and Ted appeared moments later.
"Brian tell me we are going to make a campaign for Hixons" Cynthia said the moment she was through the door.
"Yeah, first we need a proposal, an idea" Brian ran a hand through his hair with a grim face.
"Oh my god, the biggest furniture company on the east coast." Ted gushed "why are you not jumping up and down?"
"because I'm not a fucking pin pong" Brian shouted. Both Ted and Cynthia have fallen silent immediately. Brian walked to his desk lost in thoughts, anger evident in his stand. "It's better not to get to the client than get a chance and fuck it up." Ted and Cynthia glanced at each other briefly finally understanding the problem.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can there be any campaign he wanted more than that of furniture? Well besides clothes. True, they wasn't top Italian leather features he loved so much, but still. Hixons where an amazing carpenters and their designs where impressively modern for an old company run by the fourth generation of straight conservatists. Their furniture couldn't possibly fit the loft but they were perfectly in style with Britin… Fuck… and HE was blank. Not one idea popped into his head. He had a blood -chilling felling that at this point he would have to struggle to come up with condom campaign. Fuck! What was going on with him?
So what does he do now? Shit Hixons are very influential, if he fucks it up…. Shit'
"Ok, call everyone to the conference room, tell them to drop whatever they are doing, we need to brainstorm" 'Brainstorming with his stuff. Jeeeesus Christ so it come to this. How much lower can he sink. Just don't say anything Cynthia. Don't say anything'
Cynthia left. Without a word, thankfully.
"Brainstorming?" Ted asked incredulously.
"THEODORE! Go crunch some numbers."
Few hours later. Brian stood at the top of the conference room table fuming. His tie was loose, few top buttons of his shirt were open and his sleeves were rolled up. His hair were disheveled by the many times he messed it, frustrated. 'I should fire them all. They are fucking useless. …Yeah Kinney, just like you'
Brian suddenly straighten up. The silence fell on the room as he looked around. He stood there for a second 'I'm paying them a fucking mint and the best they came up with is a naked girl on the bed. I'm not even going to comment on that one. Don't yell Kinney, just don't yell. They are scared shitless as it is, and we don't have time, they need to start being productive right the fuck now.'
"ok, let's take a break, Cynthia order the lunch in" she moved to the door "And bring a porn, maybe it will stimulate you" He said looking at the people around. "Naked girl on a bed? Jeez people you seriously need some new sexual fantasies. Take your beat from Theodore he is reaching high"
Ted turned bright red and fled the room mumbling something about helping Cynthia. The remaining people started to laugh. Brian moved to his office closing the door behind him. 'Stimulation huh?' He sight reaching for his phone.
"Brian" Justin replied happily after 2 ring
"Hey, what you're doing?"
"painting"
"In the apartment?"
"Yes"
"alone?"
"alone"
Brian took a breath and continued in a lower voice "what you're wearing?"
Justin chuckled "The gray sweat pants you're so fond of"
"The tight ones?"
"The tightest" Justin whispered to the phone. 'Oh Jeez. I love that voice… and those pants' Brian felt himself getting hard so he moved to his private bathroom before someone would interrupt.
"Take them off!" Brian commanded opening his flayer "Lay on your back" He took hold of his swollen cock, rubbing the pre-cum all over it, listening to the shuffling and fast breathing from the other side of the line.
"God I love it when you get bossy" Justin said, and Brian started to pump his dick.
"Take one finger into your mouth and suck on it. Imagine it's my cock" Justin moaned to the phone 'That's why he is so god at that, he loves blowing me, he loves to have me in his mouth' "Now rim your hole with it" Brian moved his hand listening to the sounds Justin was making. " Push it in Sunshine, push it inside you until you hit that sweet spot of yours that get you crazy. The one I jab every time I thrust inside your perfect little ass." 'Oh he likes that.' "Rub it, nice and slow" 'I'm so close, just thinking about him fingering himself would get me where I want to be, we need to speed this up.' "Turn your speaker on, and lay you're phone beside you" I took a few second but soon Brian could hear Justin moans even clearer. "God boy. Now put your second hand on your purple cock and stroke it." Brian smiled at the sound that were getting loader and loader. He jerked himself off in tune with Justin's breaths, imagining, or rather remembering Justin doing the things he told him to do "Run your thumb over your slit … Yeah that's it…Now run it around your tip"
"Brian… I'm close" Justin breath
'thank god, I'm not going to last much longer' "Than go for it … come on … let me her you come"
He listened to Justin's groans, knowing exactly what his face looked like, how his lips would part, his hand would speed up on his beautiful shaft, just like Brains speed up on his. 'Oh god,… Justin' and then he come all over his hand. Only a moment before Justin. They listened to the breathing on the other side.
"Thanks for that" Justin said
"Yeah, …you too"
"Hmmmm I didn't think you would call… not until next week at least."
'Shit, Kinney you pussy' "Well desperate times"
"Deseret?" 'great. Damage control'
"It was that or fire them all"
"Anything I can help with? "
"You just did" Justin laugh "No I need to come up with idea for Hixons Furniture."
"Hixons?" Justin asked, his voice taking more serious tone at once "wow, that's great"
"Not really, I don't have an idea"
"Oh I'm sure you come to it. After all, no one came on different piece of furniture as many times as you did." Brian laughed. He was back in his office by now.
Ted halted shocked in the door, having just witnessed Brains carefree laugh. He place the container with launch in front of Brian.
"Your Lunch."
"Is that Ted?" Justin asked
"Yes"
"Tell him to give you the envelop number 3 and call me … later"
Brian frowned putting his phone down, but he turned to Ted nonetheless "I would like to receive the envelop number three, Theodore"
Ted smiled maliciously. 'oh, he is still unhappy about what I said in the conference room'
"Oh come on Theodore, I made you a favor"
"A favor?" Theodore squalled "I told you in secret and you go on blabbing it to the hole office" Ted hissed looking at the door.
"Oh Schmidt, how little do you understand. I made someone interesting from your accountants ass. If I think your fantasy is impressive, how much superior your sex life must be to theirs, at least in their eyes. Besides If I remember correctly I was the one to make it happen?" Brian said sweetly before his tone turned serious and he said "Now, where is my envelop"
Ted seemed to ponder this for a second, but then he sight and went to his desk 'Next envelop sunshine? If Ted has them, getting to them will be like taking a child's toy'
Ted returned with a plain brown envelop. Brian broke the seal shaking his head with a smirk. 'fucking romantic drama queen' He reached and took out a stash of photos.
The first one was of Justin in his light gray jeans and baby blue sweater. Justin had a hand on the sweaters zipper which was opened half way exposing his pearly white skin. He had a small sexy smile and his eyes, obscured a little by the longish blond hair, gave Brian the impression that he will like the next photo even more. Well the eyes may not be the ultimate indicator but the hand palming his crotch through his pants sure as hell was. 'Mmmmmmmmmmm Sunshine' His gawking was rudely interrupted however, by the breath at his neck.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing!" He asked Ted, who had been watching over his shoulder. "Get the fuck out" 'Fucking accountant. Is that a boner? You better run before I RIP YOUR BALLS OFF' Ted indeed run, trying to make it as dignified as possible, which was proven useless when a pen hit him in the ass and he made a surprised yelp right at the door.