Brian and Justin stood in front of Barclays Center (they had exited the subway right onto the Barclays Center courtyard). Fortunately, the arena was playing host no games of any kind that night. The building was dark except for the LCD screen at the front inside the oculus. Brian walked toward the screen as though hypnotized. Once standing underneath the oculus, he looked up, through the gap. A sideways crescent (moon) hung low in the sky. His eyes widened. He whispered, "There. Right there."

"What?"

Brian started (he hadn't realized Justin had followed him). He laughed (at himself). He was much more nervous about their 'mission' than he had let on. He actually wasn't sure that he could pull it off, even with Justin's help. And IF he managed this feat, he had no idea whether their guerilla advertisement would work. Much fallout would likely occur, and Brian wasn't sure he had the juice to smooth everything over. BUT he had to try. K&Y's client base largely comprised old, well-established companies, whose consumers were also old and well-established. Flash Vodka would be a HUGE get because that wasn't the kind of client anyone else at K&Y would ever be able to lure, would ever even think of trying to lure. Could open the door to billions if Brian executed this first campaign well enough. Could make K&Y attractive to untold numbers of newer (millennial-headed) companies with more youthful clientele.

Brian had forgotten Justin had spoken to him. Justin reminded him by posing again his initial question: "What?"

Brian cleared his throat. "Uh … we need to get up there." He raised his arm and pointed to the inner surface of the oculus.

Justin wasn't sure, but he thought he detected a slight tinge of anxiety, of nervousness, in Brian's voice. He placed his hand on Brian's back and rubbed gently. He took a deep breath. He needed to really help Brian, not just go along for the ride. He needed to be a partner in the truest sense of the word. "I saw an Eastern Mountain Sports on the other side of the subway entrance. I think it's open. We need climbing gear. Ropes. Harnesses. A grappling hook."

Brian looked over at Justin in surprise. He'd assumed he'd need to drag Justin kicking and screaming through every facet of the 'mission.' Brian just stared at Justin for a full minute. Then he shook his head to clear the fog and smirked. "I suppose only one of us should go in. Two people all in black buying climbing gear might be suspicious."

Justin froze. "Brian!"

"What?"

"There are cameras all over the place. Security cameras. In the subway. On the street near the traffic lights. On Barclays Center. On the outside of probably all of these stores." He gestured around expansively. "Even on ATMs. NO WAY we're getting away with this, especially not if one of us goes into that store."

Brian cursed under his breath. "I hadn't thought of that."

Justin suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Actually two. He'd spotted part of the courtyard backed up by trees. He grabbed Brian's arm and pulled him in that direction. He situated them in shadows and glanced around with narrowed eyes. Just one camera that he could see and no businesses near enough to capture them with theirs. He adjusted their position. They should be safe. "Call Cynthia. Ask her to go to the Eastern Mountain Sports in Soho and then get down here."

Brian sighed. "That'll take forever."

Justin's voice had an edge. "Do you want to do this or not?"

Brian hesitated but only for a moment. "I do," he replied firmly.

"Okay … she'll take a couple of hours. Just long enough for me to organize the distraction."

Brian quirked an eyebrow.

Justin smiled enigmatically. "Call Cynthia. I'll work my magic."

Brian shrugged and pulled out his phone.

So did Justin. He did a little googling (on his phone) and then typed a quick text ("URGENT – 10 pm TONIGHT – Bring the Pyramids to Barclays Center. Let's beat the Guinness record for cheerleading pyramids - 25 feet)", which he emailed everyone in his address book. He knew his friends/classmates wouldn't disappoint. They adored flash mobs. So even if they couldn't make it, they would forward the text to everyone in their address books … post it to Facebook … even engage in a little word of mouth in dorms and elsewhere on campus. Justin was absolutely certain that 9:45 pm would see a hundred or more people assembled, eager to form an impromptu cheerleading pyramid. That would provide perfect cover. Even if cameras caught them, the angles would make it difficult to discern much detail about him and Brian. And if they remained in the blind spot until show time, the authorities should have nothing to compare to whatever images they got of the actual climb. The distraction would obscure them from not only cameras but also passersby and police. That would decrease the chances of their being caught mid-graffiti-ing.

"Alright. Cynthia's on it. Though she's a bit pissed I won't let her take the company's car service. What have you been doing?"

Justin smiled. "I arranged for a distraction."

"What kind?"

Justin winked. "You'll see." Then he cleared his throat and spoke more business-like (dropping the purr). "So we have a couple of hours of waiting. What were you thinking for the design?"

"I don't know. It doesn't matter too much. We just need the name to be part of it: 'Flash.'"

Justin nodded slowly. He was thinking. "You want plausible deniability, right?"

Brian nodded. "Something we can claim and deny all at the same time."

Justin's eyes brightened.

"What are you thinking?"

"What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear 'flash'?"

"Uh … Tacky clothes. Emmett."

Justin laughed. "Not everyone knows Emmett. What else?"

"Mmmm … a flash drive? Adobe Flash?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Pretend you're a regular person for a minute."

Brian thought a minute but then shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know."

Justin laughed (while at the same time grabbing Brian's shoulders and shaking the man gently). "THE FLASH!"

Brian laughed. "Oh yeah. Is that the guy in the horned cape … the sorcerer? Or … the guy who swims? Who can breathe underwater and control fish?"

Justin ran a hand over his face. "Isn't your best friend into comics?"

Brian, not realizing how far off he was, nodded un-self-consciously. "Yeah. Why?"

"Do you ever actually listen to him talk?"

Brian shrugged. "How do you think I know about the sorcerer and the water guy?"

Justin started giggling. "The sorcerer is DOCTOR STRANGE. The 'water guy' as you so aptly referred to him is AQUAMAN. Neither is the Flash. How can you NOT know the Flash?" Justin prompted, "He wears red … he has a lightning bolt on his chest …"

Brian pondered for a moment. "Nope. Not ringing any bells."

"You're hopeless. He runs really fast. All you see is a 'flash'."

Brian nodded approvingly. "Makes sense."

Justin shook his head. "I'm TOTALLY telling on you to Mikey next time I see him."

Brian's eyes widened and he actually gaped a little. But he recovered quickly. "No. No, no, no. You do that, and I'll get a 2-hour lecture, complete with whining and finger wagging. And if THAT happens, you WILL suffer."

Justin scoffed, "Do your worst. I'm doing it."

Brian's eyes burned. "That a dare?"

Justin nodded. "You can't dump me or start tricking OR rescind your …" he cleared his throat "uh … suggestion about tonight." He waggled his eyebrows. "BECAUSE you promised on all counts, and you don't break promises, by your own admission. You won't deprive me of sex because that would be depriving you, too. You have no other sources. I'm all you got."

Brian clenched his jaw and hissed, "For the moment anyway."

"Yup. You COULD fuck me in public and hope that embarrasses me, but after jerking me off in front of little old ladies on the train and fucking me in front of a cop on the platform, I really don't have much shame left. What else can you do?"

Brian's eyes were dancing and a little crazy. He smirked. "Trust me, I WILL make you suffer. Just try me."

Justin laughed happily. "Okay. Yoink!" The yoink occurred while Justin deftly grabbed Brian's phone from out of his short pocket. He jumped up, ran a couple feet away, and turned his back. Then he started texting Mikey. He typed, "Who is the Flash again? Is that the sorcerer in the horned cape or the water guy - you know, the one who can breathe underwater and control fish?"

As Justin typed, Brian tried to reach around Justin to grab the phone, but Justin kept shifting his midsection side to side while also grinding his ass up against Brian's groin. Typing the text actually took twice as long (typing while dodging was a challenge), which was plenty of time to draw Brian's focus away from the task at hand. By the time Justin was ready to hit send, Brian had stopped trying to get around Justin and was now trying to get him to hold still (well all but his ass). That Brian wished Justin would grind against him harder and a little to the left.

Justin hit send, spun around, smiled seductively, and purred, "You wanna fuck my tight little ass …"

Brian didn't answer. Instead, he pushed Justin roughly up against the nearest brick wall (not too hard) and started sucking on and biting Justin's neck (at the pulse point and the spot on the back right above his spine), all the while unzipping and unbuttoning Justin's pants.

Justin moaned, "Ohhhh, Brian…"