Your hands, they shake with goodbyes. Here I am, I'm trying. So here I am, are you ready? Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always. Kiss you, taste you all night. Always. And I will miss your laugh, your smile. Let's start this again for real.
Justin's P.O.V.
I grab his hand pulling him down on me once again. Laughing, Brian bends his head forward, stopping when our lips are mere inches apart.
"Tomorrow you will be my boss?" I ask, locking my arms around his neck and putting my right leg on his.
"Does it make you hard?" I feel his hand traveling down my abdomen. His fingers are cold, but I feel on fire as they lightly brush my skin.
"Maybe," I answer in nothing more than a whisper. Brian bites down on his lower lip just as his hand wraps around my dick. I let out a moan and he smirks.
"I bet you will be spending your whole day thinking about my dick…" He starts stroking me slowly and I close my eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation he is creating.
"My dick up your ass on the table in the conference room," he starts kissing and nipping my neck. "In the restroom while I'm pressing you up against the wall…" Brian gently licks my collarbone and starts picking up a quicker pace with his hand. "And while I'm living my fantasy, fucking you hard and fast on the copy machine…"
Even though his hand is still stroking me and his lips are still kissing my skin, I laugh. Brian stops his ministration, resting his chin on my belly and tilting his head to the side, staring at me.
I sink my hands into his soft auburn hair. "Are you telling me that after all the years you've been spending in that agency, you never fucked someone on the copy machine?"
"No, you will be my first." An evil little grin creeps on his face and I smile softly at him.
"I will be the first of something for Brian Kinney?" I laugh and something changes in Brian's eyes. They become softer and this is one of those moments when I'd like to be a mind reader, to be able to see what is going on in that head of his.
He leaves a kiss on my navel before sliding down, accurately ignoring my erection. "Bri…"
"Patience," he whispers. His hot breath caresses my skin and I sigh. Being with him is so… so different. In so many ways…
Every time I realize this, I get angry at myself because not so long ago, I used agree with what everyone else thought of him. I never took the time to know him before condemning him.
I feel a gentle kiss being left on the inside of my thigh and then Brian's mouth is around my dick. I gasp and arc under his body. I feel him taking one of my hands from his hair and threading our fingers together. Seeing how he is with me, I can't help but feel special.
Brian's P.O.V.
The morning of the job interview with Cynthia, Justin was nervous as hell, but it's nothing compared to how he is now.
When I went to pick him up yesterday, I made him take his clothes for today with him. When we woke up this morning, we showered, had breakfast and came to work.
He insisted he be dropped off away from the agency, saying that he didn't want to be seen as 'Kinney's Protégé.' I told him that he was crazy, but I dropped him off nonetheless. He was already nervous and I didn't want to get into a fight with him.
So now here we are in the elevator. Twenty strangers between us. He's standing on the other side of the lift, but sometimes he looks up and our eyes lock.
He reminds me of a little kid on the first day of school. So eager to find someone who will like him…
He's fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket and I hate that there are so many people in here that I can't do anything for him. 'Cause otherwise, I would be kissing him, making him forget about every one of his concerns and so he could be his usual adorable and charming self.
When we get to the Art Department's floor, I quickly but subtly step closer to him and grab his backpack, stopping him from getting off. He looks up confused, but I smile and he relaxes.
When we're almost at the last floor and it's just the two of us in the elevator, I push him up against the wall and kiss him. It's about one second later that I feel him completely relaxing against me and his arms wind around my neck.
I pull away quickly, because we can't risk getting caught. I lay my forehead against his for a moment and then take a step back.
"Thanks," he whispers.
"You're welcome. You looked like you needed it."
"What if I don't like them? What if they don't like me? I'm so young and they've been working here for so long and then boom!" he claps his hands together, breathing heavily. "The new kid is the boss!"
God, he's just so lovely right now. I can't believe all the terms of endearment that I'd hate with everyone else, but that are natural for me when it comes to him.
"For the last time," I tell him, "You're here because you earned it! Remember? This is why Cynthia was the one interviewing you for the job and not me. Stop worrying about it." I take a step closer to him, putting my hands on both sides of his face, making him look straight into my eyes.
His pupils are dilated and frantic, reminding me of Bouképhalos. I can almost feel like Mégas Alexadròs, the only one knowing how to dominate him.
"Go there; make them see that you're the best one because that's what you are. And if you need a break, come see me." I smirk at him. "You're the boss. They don't need to accept your position, but just know which it is."
For a couple of seconds he just keeps staring at me but then smiles and nods. I quickly kiss him just as the elevator stops at my floor.
"Third floor," I tell him. "Go there and wow them."
I step out and just before the doors close again, I see him blowing me a kiss and I laugh. I just love having him around.
Justin's P.O.V.
So, this is my first day at work and I'm totally nervous. I feel like I'm ready to jump out of my skin, which is totally ridiculous. I mean, I've worked before. Fuck I was working 'till two days ago! But this time it's different because there is Brian.
I sigh. Yep, Brian... I'm so fucking terrified to disappoint him.
I see Cynthia coming out of the Art Department and she smiles at me. I try my best to smile back at her when she stops right in front of me.
"Hey there, Boss! You're late," she says winking.
"Yeah I... I got..." I mumble, making Cynthia laugh.
"It's ok. Brian gets here late all the time. Relax, they're artists, they aren't going to pencil you to death," she laughs again at her own joke and I gulp.
"Yeah, sure."
Cynthia wishes me good luck and leaves. I feel like a two year old as I'm opening the door to the Art Department. I must look totally stupid. It's not like I'm heading into a room full of murderers, I know that, but I can't help it.
When I open the door, all eyes set on me.
"It's not Kinney," someone shouts and I could almost swear to see a couple of the guys sighing and muttering a 'Thank God!'
I clear my throat before starting to speak. "Hey," perfect, now I sound like I'm the new intern, "I'm Justin Taylor, the new boss."
A guy probably a couple of years older than me walks up to me and extends his hand. "Welcome aboard, Boss. Cynthia told us to behave so we aren't going to bite your head off, at least not today."
I shake his hand and actually laugh. I can feel part of the tension leaving my body. "It's great to be aboard," I tell him and he walks away smiling.
A woman with long brown hair tied up in a ponytail that is standing a couple of feet away from me catches my attention waving her hand. "I'm Millie, your secretary. You can walk around and meet every one later, but now we need your help."
I nod. "Just show me everything."
She nods and I follow her around the office.
The rest of the day goes great. I've even skipped lunch break to finish what I was working on in time. The stress I was feeling before starting this morning practically disappeared. Brian came down to the art department once. Everyone looked at him like he was some sort of enemy or something like that. I had to stop myself from laughing.
Tina, one of the interns from PIFA, told me that everyone is scared of Brian. They say that he's always yelling and demanding. And the more I get to know Brian, the more I'm sure that there are like thousands of different Brians all bottled up in him. It's funny cause this way he always has a way to surprise me.
So, here we are now. In the elevator just like this morning, but this time there is me, Brian and Cynthia. She keeps looking at me smirking and Brian is pretending not to notice me or her or the way she's looking at me.
"You know, Boss," she suddenly says, "Justin today did an amazing job. I used the lunch break to talk to his co-workers," another smirk in my direction. "And they were all very happy about our choice. Fred told me 'Say thank you to whoever decided to hire him'."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brian nodding briefly. Then, finally, the elevator stops.
"Well, good night gentlemen," Cynthia says waving at us.
I tell her good night while Brian just says "Be on time tomorrow."
I can hear the voice inside my head counting one, two, three, and then Brian grabs my hand and starts walking faster. As soon as we're at his car, he pushes me up against the side and kisses me. It's a deep kiss but not in a sexual way. It's just an 'I missed you, what took you so long to come back?' kind of kiss. And I find myself smiling against his lips.
He takes a step back and as always, leans his forehead against mine. "So..."
"So?" I ask smiling and I'm sure that I must look like a fool right now.
"How was your day, dear?"
I playfully slap him across the chest before laughing. "It was great."
"Can I say I told you so?"
"No, you're not allowed. I even heard some great things about you," I tell him while I'm turning around in his arms to open the car door.
"Great things?" he asks me while he walks around the car to get to the driver's seat.
"Yep," I smirk and he arcs an eyebrow. "But I'm not telling you."
"So they're not really great. Just tell me who I have to fire."
We get inside the car and Brian turns on the engine. "Oh no. I won't be your spy."
"You started with the 'they said great things about you' thing." He pulls out of the parking lot of the agency and starts driving across town. "Now, talking about important things," he smiles, looking for a second in my direction. "I saw the boards you made. They were great. You even surprised me."
I feel myself start blushing and divert my gaze from his face starting to look out the window. "You serious?"
"Yeah, just, don't skip lunch break to work. You don't need it. That's something that incompetent employees do. They can't get something right at the first try, so they need to stay up late or work during the lunch break and..."
"You canceled on me more than once because you had to stay late at work to work on some campaign," I tell him smirking and crossing my arms.
A small smile creeps up on his face. "I'm the boss. I have more work to do," is his simple reply.
"Stupid fucking son of a bitch," is the first thing that leaves Brian's mouth as soon as I have the door opened.
"Hello to you too, dear," I say sarcastically. I close the door and wait for Brian to calm down. When I see him start pacing the living room, I quietly go to sit down on the sofa, crossing my legs under me. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"
"I've been bringing gallons of money into that agency for years now and that piece of shit..." He stops abruptly and looks at me. "Do you know what the hell he told me while I was leaving the office to come here?"
I shake my head, but before I can say anything, he has already resumed his frenetic speech. "That if I want to make partner, I have to show him how irreplaceable I am!" He flops down on the sofa next to me and I let a few minutes go by in silence, giving him time to calm himself down. This is the first time I have ever seen him this way or that he let me see him so…vulnerable?
Anyway, I knew that Vance was an ass, but to tell those things to Brian? I mean, I've been working there just for a little while now, but even I know that he's the best Ad Man out there!
I take a breath and look at Brian. "Do you have a plan?" I finally ask. He nods. "Then do it."
He stops frowning and finally looks at me. "There is a client that Vance has wanted all his life, but never got. When he became the boss, I told Cynthia to check on him and we found out about this client. We decided to keep it to ourselves in case one day we would have needed the information."
I smile understanding where he's going. "You wanna catch the client to show Vance that you're the best and that he's a stupid fuck for even thinking of replacing you?"
He smirks and nods. "That's the plan. But if I want to do it, I have to leave for Chicago by tomorrow. Cynthia already checked, using one of her mysterious way to know everything, that after tomorrow the client's leaving for a business trip to Europe. "
Nodding, I straddle his lap, putting my arms around his neck and laying my forehead against his. "Then go get him tiger."
He laughs. A full, happy laugh that I've never heard him make and I kiss him until we're both breathless. When he pulls back, his eyes are glazed over with lust and I smile at him. "I'm sure that if there is someone able to catch that client, it's you Mr. Kinney."
He leaves a little kiss on my lips. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
I stand up and extend my hand to him. "You can thank me properly if you want," I tell him in what I hope is a seductive tone.
"What do you have in mind?" he asks me, standing up and taking my hand.
"Fuck me so hard that I will feel you in me for as long as it takes you to come back."
He pulls me up against him until my feet are barely touching the ground. "It would be my pleasure."
Brian's P.O.V.
As soon as my plane lands, I take a cab and tell the driver the address of the Brown Athletics' offices. Cynthia was able to find out that Brown leaves town early tomorrow morning, so I have to catch him today. I just hope that he'll be at the office.
When Vance told me that I needed to give him a proof that I was truly the best Ad Man out there, I was ready to punch him. In all the years I've been working for the company, before he bought it, about 90% of the income was all thanks to me. But obviously, he doesn't care about this. He's still the great new boss, so he wants to believe he has power over people and is the only one really irreplaceable for the agency, but he's just a delusional moron.
There isn't a lot of traffic in the city, so we arrive at Brown Athletic in about half an hour. I look at the watch. It's noon so he's probably out for lunch, but I'm ready to wait for him and then bang! He will be mine! Justin was right. If there is someone that can convince Leo Brown to sign a contract with an Ad Agency, that's me.
"It's $30, Sir," the driver tells me as soon as he stops the taxi. I hand him a $50 and get out of the car. I plan on going back this night or at the most to catch the 7.30 plane tomorrow morning.
Getting to the office of Leo is pretty simple. All I have to say to the girl at the entrance is that I have a last minute appointment with Mr. Brown before he leaves town. I smile at her and she lets me go to Leo's office on the top floor.
And this is where things get complicated. His personal assistant looks as professional as Cynthia.
He asks me if I have an appointment, but the excuse I used with the girl at the reception, won't work this time. So, since I can very well see that he's gay, I try to seduce him. I told myself that I'm ready to do everything to get this account, but there's Justin and...
"He's not here anyway," the assistant tells me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "So, I can make an appointment for two weeks from today. Mr. Brown is a very busy man, you know."
God, could he be more annoying? "I really have to see him. So, if you'd be so kind to..."
"As I said, Mr.?"
"Kinney."
"Mr. Kinney, he's not here and tomorrow he's leaving town for a business trip."
"I know that he's leaving, and that's why I came here without an appointment."
He crosses his hands on the desk and checks me out. Oh please!
"Tonight he's having a drink at the Business Club. I could maybe get you an invite..."
I smile. "Yes, that would be great."
"But you have to do something for me." And I don't need to hear his request. I can very well guess.
I think of Justin. Sure I haven't tricked in front of him, or, to tell the truth, I haven't tricked since we got together, but he knows how I am, that was why he wouldn't give me a chance so...
Yeah, he gave you a chance despite his better judgment, because you wore him out, and you want to throw it away? I can hear a voice inside my head saying.
"I get that it's very important, the reason why you're here, right Mr. Kinney?"
I gulp and look away for a second. Once again, I tell myself that Justin simply knows me. I'm sure that... it's better not thinking about it right now.
"Where's the restroom?" I ask huskily.
Justin's P.O.V.
It's strange realizing just how much I miss Brian. This was the first time since we got together that we haven't seen each other for more than a few hours. I feel like a little girlfriend sometimes. Like I felt when I first got together with Seth. He was so awesome, or so I thought, that he became the center of my world. I mean, pathetic right? But I was just fifteen or something, so...
As I'm putting in order some sketches for the ads that I will have to show Brian as soon as he gets back from Chicago, Mike comes over to me smirking. "Brian has got another one."
Raising an eyebrow, I look at him confused. "Another client?"
Mike nods and chuckles. "You've been working here just for a couple of months so you probably don't know this, but he's been using this way to ensure the contracts to this agency for years now. This time, he's got the greatest client he could get. He really must be as good as they say. Not that I care since I'm straight, but..."
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose like I saw Brian do so many times before. "Mike," I tell him calmly, "First, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Second, gossip is not really something..."
He shrugs and cuts me off. "It's not gossip. It's the truth. He fucks all the gay clients to ensure the contract. And even some married with wives and kids at home. No wonder that he doesn't have a boyfriend. I mean, who would like to be the little wife at home knowing that his partner is fucking his way to the top?"
I frown. I know that nobody here knows that Brian and I have been together for months now, so it's not like Mike is saying these things just to piss me off (and I am not going to believe something like this) but it's just so fucking low...
"Mike," I hope that my voice sounds as menacingly to him as it does to my own ears. "I'd really appreciate it if you would restrain from talking about Mr. Kinney's personal life during working hours. He's still your boss."
"I was just saying," he says with another shrug. He turns his back to me and leaves the Art Department, leaving me with an uneasy feeling spreading inside me.
I look at the clock hanging on the wall. It's almost seven. Brian was going to come back last night but obviously, he had to take the plane that was leaving Chicago this morning or the later one maybe... I sigh. It's just that at lunch break Mark told me those things so Brian had to be back or he wouldn't know that he caught the client. And even if I feel stupid thinking it, this leaves me with the question of why he still hasn't come see me.
It's not that I'm angry at Brian because he didn't come to me as soon as he stepped inside the Agency today, but I've missed him like crazy. So, since it's almost closing time, I decide to go see if maybe he's with Vance or if he's in his office. Maybe we could leave together and go celebrate.
I grab some boards so I have an excuse to go to his office, if anyone asks me anything, and then take the elevator to his floor. When I step out of it, I look around. It looks like there's no one left.
I walk over to Brian's office and see the door half opened. The light is on and Cynthia's voice can be heard coming from the inside. I'm about to knock when something that they're saying catches my attention. "So, who did you have to fuck to get to Leo Brown?"
I heard Brian quietly laughing and I feel like I'm going to throw up in a second because I already know what he's going to answer. "Just the assistant. I fucked him over the copy machine. He didn't want to tell me how to meet his boss, but with my dick up his ass, he was so much more than eloquent."
Both Cynthia and Brian laugh. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, it's common knowledge how you got many of your accounts and your offer to New York."
I hear Brian huff. "Don't remind me. That little fuck assured me the job and it turned out to be just a lousy fuck."
"You know Brian, I wonder what will happen when you finally find someone that you like enough to make him your boyfriend or your partner."
There is silence for a few seconds and I almost wish I could turn back time and erase everything I heard or to simply turn around and leave. But I can't. It's like my feet are glued to the carpet. When he says "Never will be," I'm not surprised. I put the boards down on Cynthia's desk and then quickly go back to the Art Department, retrieve my things and leave.
Brian's P.O.V.
I felt like shit all day today and even yesterday as soon as I finished fucking the assistant. He didn't want to go into the restroom because in that way someone would have gossiped about him, or so he said, and got me to fuck him on that stupid copy machine. I felt a total asshole as soon as I heard myself saying, "Sure."
What the well was I thinking? Sure as hell wasn't the first time that I fucked someone to get what I wanted, but all I was able to think about was that Justin should have been the first I've ever fucked on a copy machine. And I took that away from us. For a client. I wasn't even able to feel as good as I normally feel when I get an important account.
So I left Chicago as soon as Leo had the contract signed, but I couldn't face Justin just then. I went to the loft, tried to sleep and then spent the morning asking myself if I had to tell him what I did or not. By the time I came to work I still didn't have an answer. I went to Vance's office and then back to mine to catch up on work and with Cynthia. In a few words, I avoided Justin.
But when I went down to the Art Department and Justin wasn't there, I was surprised that he had already left. Then I thought that maybe he didn't know that I was back. And this is why I'm currently standing outside his apartment knocking and with a bottle of champagne in my hand.
When Justin finally opens the door, I can immediately see that something is wrong. He doesn't really look at me in the eyes and isn't smiling like he usually does when I come here. But he steps aside nonetheless, letting me come inside. Maybe he had a fight with Dean or a bad day at work.
I smile at him trying to light him up, waving the bottle of champagne in the air. "Congratulate me Sunshine! Your partner just made partner!"
He gives a brief humorless laugh and goes to sit down on the sofa staring blankly at the television which, I may say, is turned off. "Justin?"
"Partner huh?" He gives another bitter laugh but still doesn't look at me.
I pull off my coat and put down the champagne in the kitchen before going to sit down next to him. "What's wrong? Did you fight with Dean? Bad day at work?"
"You didn't come see me when you came back," he tells me. So it's just this... good. I was starting to worry.
"I was busy," and I don't even know why I'm lying.
He nods. "Yeah I figured out that you were busy with Vance and that's why I wasn't angry. That's why I came to your office before leaving work."
I frown. If it was before I got back to my office, Cynthia would have told me and if it was after, he sure had to know that I was in there since when I went looking for him he was gone. "When did you..."
"Between the 'I fucked him over the copy machine' and the 'never will be'."
Fuck! "I..."
He turns quickly his head towards me and I'm almost afraid by the intensity of his gaze. "You what?"
I can feel myself sliding dangerously quickly into being an asshole.
"Never mind it's not important," he says.
"You aren't my boyfriend. I never promised you monogamy and all that shit. How I handle my business, it's none of your concerns," I hear myself saying. God, could I be more of an asshole?
I wait for a full-queening-out moment, but he just nods. "I know. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I mean, the fact that you haven't been fucking in front of me, didn't mean that you weren't doing it behind my back. And I shouldn't feel betrayed right now, but I can't help it. Sorry if I act like a jealous wife that feels like she's been cheated." He stands up and when I move my hand to grab his wrist, he quickly takes a step back.
"But I can't help it. Because right now, I feel betrayed. Because you told Cynthia that there would never be someone important in your life. Because you fuck every client. Because you fucked your way to the top and you didn't think that I should have known, when I came to work for you, that if someone told me laughing that you were in the bathroom fucking some of the accounts, it was just normal." With every word, Justin's tone raises and by the end he's almost shouting. I can see in his eyes and hear in his voice, the tears that he's trying to hold back. "I guess that I'm the stupid blond who thinks that one day he will find a man that will not want anyone else but him. I should have just fucking said yes to Dean."
What? "Justin..."
"I know. I'm pathetic. I'm some sort of hetero-wanna-be but you know what? That's who I am. That's what I am." He turns his back to me and storms off in the direction of the bedroom. I briefly think about leave it at this. I always knew that the couple-life wasn't something made for me, but right now, I know myself well enough to admit that I won't like living without him.
So I walk over to his door. I can hear his sobs deadened from a pillow. "Jus?"
"Go... go away... B... Brian..."
I take a deep breath. "It has got nothing to do with you, Sunshine. I may have fucked the assistant of Leo Brown, but it was the first man I've fucked outside of you in months. Believe me or not, it's the truth. No matter what those assholes at work could have told you." I lay my forehead against the door and sigh. I can picture him under the covers, hugging a pillow and trying with all his might to stop crying. I'd like very much to knock this fucking door down and take him in my arms.
When several minutes go by without an answer from him, I smile. "I know that right now you want me to leave you alone, but you know me well enough to know that I won't do that. We will just have to start all over again because I'm not going to let it go. I will stalk you even more than I did in the past."
"Don't... don't waste... y... your time... B... Brian. It won't work."
My smile gets bigger at his tone. He sounds like a kid that doesn't want to go to sleep even when his eyes are almost closed.
"It's not wasting my time Sunshine." I've suddenly realized that I'm far from ready to let him go. No matter what, this has to work. "Now, I'm going to go to the Loft and drink alone. Then I will take a shower where I will surely jerk off thinking about your lips, your body, your perfect tight ass and that smile that I love to see on your face. Then I will go to bed where I will probably dream of you. Tomorrow, I will see you at work and then I will come here in the evening. Sooner or later, you will have to relent and be back where you're supposed to be. With me."
I turn my back to his door and before he can have time to think about what I said and tell me anything, I pick up my coat and leave his apartment. He will be mine again and this time I won't fuck up!