Justin took a deep breath and straightened his black button down shirt and ran his hands along the front and back of his khaki slacks. They were a bit snug to highlight his best feature, his ass. Daphne had warned Justin that if he and Brian didn't fuck soon, they might never, and that, that, was a horrifying thought. Justin had never wanted another man more than he wanted Brian. Justin hoped that they would fuck many, many times, but he was determined that they would do so at least once. Justin started a bit at the slight ding indicating that the elevator had reached the twentieth floor, the floor where the offices of King & York were situated. Justin took another deep breath, this time, a shuddery breath, plastered a bright smile on his face (though he was only able to do so because he was so practiced at smiling through boredom and disgust at his mother's country club functions), and strode purposefully forward.

After Justin had given his name to the receptionist at the huge desk immediately inside the wide glass doors, a flustered looking balding man in a blue and white striped button down shirt (his sleeves rolled up to his elbows), light khaki pants, and red suspenders with a pencil slipped behind one ear emerged from one of the two hallways beyond the receptionist's desk. Then, after they briefly exchanged names and shook hands, the man, Mr. Ryan, hurriedly ushered Justin back down the hallway from which he had just emerged. They walked down the gleaming white hallway until they reached a huge room filled with drafting tables and computers. Once inside, Mr. Ryan promptly forgot all about Justin due to the ongoing ruckus. The moment they entered, Mr. Ryan was surrounded by angry men and women, all of them complaining loudly and simultaneously. They pushed Justin to the side to get to Mr. Ryan. Mr. Ryan shouted louder and louder, trying to make himself heard over the din of voices. When he finally managed it, he shouted, "In the conference room! Settle down. Settle down. I'll answer all your questions and address all your concerns in the conference room."

Then everyone, including Mr. Ryan, headed out the door and down the hallway to another room about 20 feet away. Justin wasn't sure what to do. He hesitated for a few minutes, but then followed, albeit slowly. When he reached the room they had all filed into, he peeked in. Only one seat was open. It was right next to Mr. Ryan, who was sitting at the head of the table on the other side of the room. If Justin were to go sit down, he would have to walk by everyone. Justin swung to the other side of the doorway, flattening himself against the wall. His breathing was suddenly ragged. The mere thought of walking by all those people, people he didn't know, and interrupting their meeting, which they had begun immediately upon entering the room, had filled Justin with anxiety. His heart was pounding so fast. Justin shook his head. He whispered, "No fucking way."

He walked back down the hallway, walking a bit quicker as he passed the door to the conference room, and then into the room Mr. Ryan had first taken him. Then he sat in front of one of the drafting tables. His eyes fell onto a large drawing with a note attached. It read, "What the fuck were you thinking? This is NOT (the word was written in all uppercase letters and even underlined a few times) dynamic! BK

Justin chuckled. He could hear Brian shouting those words in annoyance; in the short time Justin had known Brian, he had learned that Brian was a bit impatient and would not suffer fools. But even if Justin had not recognized the tone or seen the 'signature,' he would have guessed the note was from Brian. His angular scrawl was unmistakable (Justin had seen it a couple of days before when they were working on Brian's presentation).

Justin smiled and fingered the words for a moment. Brian. Justin couldn't wait to see him again. He hadn't seen him since the morning after their date. To his pleasant surprise, Justin had awoken in Brian's arms. He had even pretended to be sleeping for a few minutes after Brian had awoken so that Brian would hold him a bit longer. Justin smiled even more brightly. The fact that Brian had chosen to continue holding Justin when he thought Justin was asleep gave him hope that he and Brian would one day soon be fucking, and perhaps even on a regular basis. Justin shook his head and moved the note aside so he could look at the drawing. He studied it intently for a few moments before stating softly, "Orange. If they just replaced the blue with orange, that ought to liven this up substantially."

A sexy drawl drew Justin's attention to the door. "Is that so?"

Justin colored when he saw that it was Brian. He had lost the power of speech, so he just nodded. Then Brian was leaning over him, staring at the drawing, and, a moment and a furrowed brow and a soft smile later, brushing his cheek against Justin's and whispering huskily in his ear, "Good boy. Go to the head of the class."

Justin smiled and trembled a bit.