NO EXCUSES, NO APOLOGIES, NO REGRETS
Part 11 - Best Laid Plans

Huge thanks to Mandi, Connie & Lois!

BRIAN

All fucking day, I feel like shit. Complete and utter shit. I can’t believe I lied to Justin last night. Why the fuck didn’t I just tell the little twat the truth? Because… I don’t want him to know… it’s none of his business, but… fuck… I’m doing exactly the same fucking thing he did. I’m keeping the truth from him to spare his feelings. Just like he did about Felix and his goddamn allowance.

I’m rubbing my throbbing temples when Cynthia walks in. She forces a smile; I’ve been a shit to her all day, barking orders and chasing her out of my office. But she’s used to me, I guess. I hope.

“You ok?” she asked as she places a file on my desk.

I lean back in my leather chair. “Yeah,” I mutter. “Why don’t you take off?” I suggest. I can be a good boss. I’m not a hard-ass all the time…most, but not all.

She looks at her watch. “Are you sure? I don’t mind staying late with you…”

Desperate to spend as little time as possible with that fucking scumbag, I told Justin I had to work late. I was planning on getting home just in time for dinner. But now, I’ve changed my mind. I can’t leave Justin alone with that asshole. It’s not my fault Gabriel’s a total dick…and Justin’s a naïve little princess. He is a horrible judge of character. If only he’d step out of his fairy-tale world and realize not everyone’s good or has the ability to be. Fuck, *I* am not good. I will never be good. I will always be the selfish prick looking after my needs, my wants, my life. Everything and everyone else is secondary. Fuck, that’s the way it should be!

“If you don’t want to leave early…” Before I can even finish the sentence, she’s out the door.

It’s only 3:30 and I contemplate leaving early too but when I open the file, I realize I can’t. I’ve got some calls to make, business to attend to. However, I’m not given a chance to start right away, there’s a knock on my door and then Gabe enters.

“Hiya, Boss,” he greets with a huge grin plastered on his face.

“What do you want?” I reply coldly.

“I’m gonna head out now. Got a family emergency.”

“Pity,” I smile, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “I was so looking forward to spending some time with you tonight.”

He snorts. “And you’ll still get the chance. I wouldn’t miss seeing Blondie for the world.”

I glare at him but he ignores it and me. “Save it for the kid,” he says as he walks backwards toward the door. “Those smoldering looks might work on him but I’m not keen.”

“Fuck off!”

He laughs. “See you later, Bri.”

And he’s gone. And I’m left feeling more fucked than before.

JUSTIN

When I hear the buzzer, the first thing I do is glance at the clock in the bedroom, my heart racing in my chest. Five-fifteen. Just in time. I toss the wet towel I was using to dry my hair into the bathroom and make my way over to the door to grant Gabriel access to Brian's...and now my abode.

I've got everything prepared - steaks marinating in my special sauce, potatoes scrubbed clean and on their tray ready to bake and veggies in a pan ready to broil. I'll put them and every thing else in the oven when everyone's here. Brian invited Michael and Ben and I sorta invited Emmett, his new boyfriend and Ted. I prepared extra, just in case Ted can scrape up a date...or maybe he and Gabriel will hit it off? Hmmm...

I take a deep breath when I hear the knock on the door, clear my head of these silly thoughts. Pulling it open, I put on my brightest smile. Gabriel's leaning on the wall, a coy smile overtaking his face and a bottle of wine in his hand. He places the bottle in my hand and walks right past me, so close I can smell his tangy after-shave. He smells great! Must've left the office early to shower.

"Nice place you have here," he says politely as he unbuttons his expensive black coat.

I put the wine on the counter and accept his coat. "Thanks," I respond. "I own nothing here. It's Brian's."

Gabriel cocks a brow and grins when he sees my own amused expression.

There is something about him that is so familiar it's scary. It's like...he just fits into this loft...like he belongs here. I feel as though I know him...that he's a friend...that he's been around all this time. It's really distracting.

"Have you two been living together long?" he asks, the curiosity evident on his face and in his tone.

I put away his coat and join him in the living room, where he's made himself comfortable on the white leather sofa. "A couple of years," I tell him. He doesn't need to know about our numerous break-ups and make-ups. Hell no. He's here for me to interrogate, not the other way around!

"You're shitting me, right?" he laughs.

I smile as I sit next to him, our knees almost touching. "No."

He nods and slips a hand around the back of the sofa, his fingers inches away from my head. "So what did you want to talk about, Justin?"

I don't want to be too obvious. I just need him to answer my questions...not suspect a thing. I should have taken Investigating 101 in school.

"I guess I wanted to get to know you," I say slowly, my eyes taking in his suspicious look. "You seem like a nice enough guy."

He grins. "I can be...at times."

I watch him. He has truly beautiful features - a chiseled face, perfectly shaped eye brows, such teasing full lips... and a head of thick, black hair which emphasizes his intensely *superior* dark eyes. I know Brian's said he hasn't fucked Gabe, but I don't believe him. My instincts tell me Gabe bothers him more than he'll ever admit and I want to know why. At this moment, I can't blame Brian though, if he's gone and fucked Gabe. Hell, right now, I want to fuck him. He is fucking hot.

"Ask me anything," he whispers slyly. "I'm an open book."

Good. "So, where are you from?"

"I'm British...or Scottish rather." he says. "My dad is a Scot. When he was in LA on a trip, he met my mum. We've known both worlds - I've got a younger sister, Johanna. She's in Australia with her husband, Chad. Anything else?"

His eyes are sparkling with amusement and I can't help but grin. Fuck, I'm an obvious little shit, aren't I?

"That's nice," I say stupidly. "You must miss them a lot."

He shrugs. "We aren't very close anymore."

"Oh... Where did you study?"

His gaze locks onto mine and he chews on his bottom lip briefly before answering, "I came to the States."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Where did you go?"

He laughs. "Why don't you take a guess?"

I shrug. "Yale? Harvard?"

"No and no."

I sigh. "I don't like guessing games."

"I went to Penn State."

Fuck. I knew it. His eyes never leave mine. I feel as though he's challenging me to ask him the million-dollar question. Who is he to Brian? I'm not crazy...I feel it in my bones that he's a link to Brian...somehow... I know Penn has a huge campus but there is a chance! He knows something... why won't he tell me?

"Brian went to Penn," I say, keeping my gaze focused on his.

He cocks a brow. "Did he now?" His tone suggests he's laughing at me... I don't blame him.

And then it's all over. Brian walks in with Michael and Ben in tow. When he sees us sitting there, alone, Gabriel's arm almost around my shoulder, he looks like he wants to explode. He's got a twitch in his eye and his lips are pressed firmly together. His glare is focused on Gabe though, and for that, I'm grateful.

Immediately, I stand up and walk over to greet them. I hug both Michael and Ben before attempting to get to Brian. He squeezes me and brushes his lips against mine.

"What the fuck is HE doing here already?" he whispers furiously into my ear.

I get out of his grasp when I notice Gabriel walking towards us.

"Michael, Ben," I say with a smile. "This is the new Ad Exec at Vanguard, Gabriel. He just moved to the Pitts."

The boys shake hands and I nudge Brian to say something.

"I thought you had a family emergency?" Brian asks coldly.

Gabriel nods knowingly. "All taken care of," he says. "I thought you were working late?"

"Change of plans," Brian snaps. He looks like he wants to say something else but my pleading look has him pulling away from me and storming into the bathroom.

I follow behind him, making apologies and asking Michael and Ben to entertain Gabriel. Fuck!

BRIAN

I am in the worst fucking mood right now. Knowing I had to come home after a shitty day to that fucker was bad enough. Actually coming home...to see him, sitting all comfy and cozy with my partner is another!

I close the bathroom door behind me not realizing Justin's followed me in.

"Can't I fucking piss in peace?" I complain.

He ignores me and leans up against the bathroom counter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He sighs. "I'm really getting tired of this Brian."

I look up after flushing to glare at him. "What the fuck do you want me to say?"

"How about you be honest for once?" he says angrily, trying to keep his voice down because of "our" guests.

I'm not as considerate. I don't care if all of them know I'm having words with my lover. It's none of their goddamn business.

I wash my hands and check my face in the mirror. God, I look fucking tired. I have dark circles under my eyes.

"Brian?" Justin touches my arm.

I slap his hand away. "Fucking leave it alone."

"What aren't you telling me?"

I snort. "Just because I fuck you doesn't give you the right to know every fucking thing that goes on in my mind!"

He licks his lips and I see the pain flash in his eyes.

Fuck. Why the hell did I just tell him that? It's not even true. I'm turning into a fucking lunatic... all because of that asshole on the other side of my door.

Justin attempts to walk past me but I pull him up short and push him against the wall. A tear spills over onto his cheek and I kiss it away before my mouth attacks his.

He slips his arms around my neck and I lift him until he is able to wrap his legs around my waist. I carry him over to the counter, so he can sit, legs still wrapped around me. I can already feel his cock pressing against me. I want to fuck him right here, right now. I'm hot and I want to be inside of him...my dick surrounded by his tightness.

"Brian..." he moans.

I suck on his lips to silence him but it backfires. He lets out a whimper, which immediately makes my cock even harder.

"Brian...Fuck me, Brian..." he begs. "Make it go away."

I pull away and caress his cheek, my heart racing. "Make what go away?"

He whimpers. "The bad stuff."

God, he sounds like a fucking kid. And yet, I'm amazingly more turned on.

"Brian?" Mikey knocks on the door. "Justin?"

"What?" I shout, looking at the door behind me to make sure it's locked.

"What are you guys doing in there?" Michael asks.

"Give us a minute."

"Hurry up, ok?"

I turn back to Justin, who is trying to wiggle his way out of my grasp.

I keep him right where he is, running my hands under his shirt. "Why don't we stay in here all night?" I suggest.

He isn't amused.

"Do you want me to say it?" I ask. I'm referring to his 'I love you' nonsense. He knows I won't say it but I know he likes to play this little game.  It usually puts a smile on his face.

But this time he just shrugs. "I don't know what's happening to us."

I kiss him quickly. "You're worrying over nothing."

He snorts. "I am not."

I kiss him again.

"Who is he Brian?"

I try to kiss him but he pulls away.

"Answer me," he demands

I squeeze his chin in between my fingers and say, "I'm going to fuck you tonight."

"Brian."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to stand up."

"Stop it."

"Should I make you beg for it?"

"Stop."

"Down on your knees begging me to ride your tight little ass."

He tightens his grip around my waist, his fingers tackling his pants, trying to get them lowered just enough...

I laugh right in his face as I push down my own pants. Pulling away slightly, I slip on the condom and lean in for his kiss. Then I enter swiftly, in one quick thrust. He gasps, his fingers gripping my hair, his sexy moans filling my mouth.

I pull back and ram into him again. A gasp escapes his swollen lips. He wraps his legs around my waist, holding on for dear life. His hands are clutching my ass, fingers digging into my skin. We meet each other, thrust for thrust until our needs are met and we cum.

He collapses in my arms, his choppy breath against my ear.

I pull out, toss the condom in the trash and pull up my pants. He doesn't move, just leans against the mirror and stares at me.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" I ask.

He nods and proceeds to do just that.

There's a loud knock on the door. "Are you two fucking in there?" It's Emmett. Guess he and his crew have made it after all.

"Be right out!" Justin shouts.

"I'm starving!" Emmett replies.

I hear Ted shout, "Aren't you always?" in the background and can't help but crack a smile.

We're both silent as we finish dressing. Finally, Justin turns to me and says, "If you don't start talking to me...this...US...it's not going to work."

I want to ignore him but fuck...I don't want to lose him. And he sounds fucking serious. But, fuck him if he thinks I do ultimatums!

I say nothing, just push open the door and walk outside.

15/01/03

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