Brian reached over Justin, which Justin liked very much, as Brian had to lean a bit closer to do so, causing Brian's scent (a slightly sweet musk mixed with the faint aroma of coffee and cigarettes) to wash over him. Justin drew in a shuddery breath. He didn't think he'd ever smelled anything more intoxicating. Pen in hand, Brian grabbed a slip of paper lying next to the drawing and jotted down the following: "Use orange, not blue. BK" Then he gave Justin a thrill (and a full body shiver) by drawing his tongue along Justin's ear and sucking on his ear lobe before whispering huskily, "Later, Sunshine," and exiting the room with a smirk. Justin stared after Brian in wonder. "Sunshine?" he thought. He was still staring at the doorway when Mr. Ryan and the people who had, just twenty minutes before, been screeching filed back in.
A few hours later, at 5:10 pm (Justin was scheduled to work at King & York afternoons three days a week), as Justin stepped onto the elevator, looking a bit glum, for he had only seen Brian the one time, someone pushed past Justin and then swung around behind him, pulling Justin back into his arms just as the doors closed. Justin stiffened at first, but then melted into the person's embrace when that person whispered, "Wanna come over to my house to play?" Justin recognized Brian's sexy drawl immediately, as soon as Brian had uttered the first word. Justin flushed with pleasure. His cock immediately stirred to life. Then he whispered back, his voice husky with desire, "Sure." Brian nuzzled Justin's neck for a few moments, causing Justin's body to heat considerably and his vision to swim. Justin was sure he hadn't felt sensations so delicious in a couple of years at least and maybe never. To Justin's delight, those few moments seemed to stretch into minutes. Justin lost all conception of time, and his body seemed to be both melting and floating.
Suddenly, Justin felt as though someone had dumped a pitcher of cold water over his head. Brian was no longer nuzzling Justin's neck or even behind him. Without Justin's realizing it, the elevator doors had opened, and Brian was now in the lobby, watching Justin with a smug smirk. He drawled, "Meet me at the newsstand on the corner." Then he was gone. Justin blinked languidly. In fact, he was still so dazed that when the elevator doors closed, Justin still hadn't moved. Not a millimeter. The attendant ding woke Justin up. He immediately thrust his arm out, pressed the open doors button, and hurried through.
Justin waited a couple of minutes, pretending to examine the paintings hanging on the wall, though he was so excited he couldn't have told anyone what they depicted, and then walked quickly out the revolving door and down the street. When he reached the newsstand, he looked around in confusion. Brian was nowhere to be seen. He frowned. He jumped when a hand reached out from beside the stand, Brian's, it turned out, and pulled him (by the wrist) along a cross-street and then down a staircase leading into the subway. For the first time in his life, Justin was thankful that the subway was so crowded. No seats were open, so they stood, Brian behind him and so close. Halfway to Brian's stop, the train gave a sudden lurch, and Brian grabbed Justin around the waist with one arm. A few minutes later, when the train finally reached Brian's stop, Brian's arm was still around Justin's waist. Brian had pulled Justin even closer, so close that Justin could feel Brian's erection pressing against his back. The bright smile that observation had placed on Justin's face remained there even after they'd gotten off the train and were walking down Brian's street. Brian couldn't help but notice Justin's goofy grin, and when they started up the stairs to the main entrance of Brian's building (and Justin couldn't see his face), he smiled, too, a soft smile.
Once they were inside Brian's loft, Brian surprised Justin by directing him to sit on the couch and handing him a bottle of water. Justin just stared at the bottle for moment, though he did sit down. Brian joined him. Brian observed Justin for a moment, smirking at him. Amusement in his voice, he asked, "Disappointed?"
Justin's eyes widened. He quickly shook his head and smiled weakly. "No, of course not."
Brian chuckled. Then he inquired, his voice serious, "So how was your first day?"
Justin wrinkled his nose cutely (or so Brian thought, though he would never voice that observation, not even under torture) and replied hesitantly, "Um…it was okay."
Brian quirked an eyebrow. "Just okay?"
Justin shrugged. "I mostly got people coffee and delivered messages."
Brian scowled. When Justin saw the look on Brian's face, he gestured frantically. "No, you don't need to say anything to Mr. Ryan. It's okay. Maybe it was just a slow day."
Brian growled, "I didn't recruit you to be a fucking errand boy. I could have gotten someone from one of the community colleges for that. You're at King & York to give us an edge, to bring the art department new ideas, a fresh perspective. Most of those idiots have been out of school for a decade!"
A moment later, Brian smiled unexpectedly. He drawled, "On Wednesday, you report to me, not Ryan. Let's see how Ryan feels about my using your ideas and not those he and his tired staff bring me."
Justin paled. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble." A giving, patient, appreciative, and modest person with perfect manners, Justin was universally liked wherever he went. The thought of Brian passing over Mr. Ryan's ideas for Justin's, even if Justin's ideas were good enough to merit such special consideration, horrified him a little. The art department would despise him.
Brian clenched his jaw. Then he hissed, "Did you take this internship to make a splash and actually learn something about advertising or to win a popularity contest?"
Justin turned three shades of red. It was like Brian had been able to read his mind. Feeling appropriately chastened, he asked softly, "What time on Wednesday?"
Brian's face still held a grave expression, but his eyes twinkled.