INTERMISSION TWO

Justin munched on the Powerbar and tried to pay attention to what Brian was saying, but his interest was elsewhere; mainly on the swimming pool outside. Every tiny ripple seemed to mesmerize him. After spending the past couple months in the frigid cold that was now Canada, he was all for soaking it up in the sun. If only goddamn Brian would cut him some slack and let him have some fun. What he wouldn't do to be in the gloriously blue water now...splashing around, enjoying the cool, refreshing feeling.

"I think we've lost him again, Brian.." Melanie shut her folder and stood up, glass in hand. "As long as I'm up, anyone want anything?"

Justin was quick to get off his chair too, ready to follow Mel anywhere.

"You... sit your ass back down," Brian quickly barked at him. "Mel, why don't you take a break?"

Justin snorted. "She gets a break but I have to stay here?"

Brian gritted his teeth. This was the worst idea ever, spending the weekend with Justin. The boy was nothing more than a spoiled brat who was slowly driving Brian insane.

Brian was sure that somehow, Justin was put on this earth to drive him crazy...it took him less than a day to draw that conclusion.

After a two hour flight to Palm Springs, things were already slightly heated. Brian somehow got stuck sitting in between Justin and Melanie. Justin pleaded for the window seat not unlike a child would while Mel sweetly told Brian she was having her monthly period and needed easy access to the bathroom. Brian shuddered at the thought and gave in, although he suspected she was lying. He realized he was tricked when half-way through the flight, Justin asked if she'd packed her bikini and she said, "Obviously" without hesitation.

Then, to make matters worse, Justin talked non-stop, ate everything offered to him and more and then made Brian get up TWICE to go to the bathroom. Two hours seemed like a lifetime to Brian. He wanted it to end. The only other option was to get laid. And get laid soon.

When they first arrived at their bungalow, Justin and Mel were fascinated. The exterior was thatched and ancient looking with tiny wooden steps leading up to the doorway. Once inside, the suite took on a whole new light. Leather furniture, ceramic stove top, fireplace, swimming pool and a jacuzzi. There was no TV but a high-tech stereo system.

Brian thought he'd treat his two employees, or rather Mel for all the work she'd been doing lately and at the same time, toss a few tricks of the trade Justin's way. Deep inside, he suspected that he partly wanted to get to know the boy better too. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts constantly ran on Justin. He wondered if he had a boyfriend, if Brian was his type (although Brian felt he was every man's type) and if he fucked on first dates.

Unfortunately, Brian ran into a few problems. Mainly, Justin had the attention span of a two-year-old. At least when it came to listening to Brian. His mind was forever wandering and Brian was forced to snap him back to the present too many times to count. Brian understood his eagerness to enjoy the weekend, but fuck it, he had responsibilities too. He had a responsibility to Brian and he had one to himself. If he wanted to get anywhere in ANY job, he needed to have that desire...to want it.

Brian blamed himself though. He had chosen the worst possible time and place to instruct Justin in the art of private Investigation. Bringing someone to a sunny resort, someone who was used to the freezing cold, well... it's not hard to figure out what could go wrong.

So Brian was frustrated but not totally annoyed that he had already used up one day. He hoped to God Justin remembered anything he said about research and background information. He had tossed in as much as he knew about skip tracing and locating missing persons too. If only the fucking kid would pay attention...

"Stop being a fucking twat," Brian muttered, his hazel eyes angrily locked onto Justin's bored baby blues.

"I'm a fucking twat 'cuz I don't want to sit here for hours and listen to you?" Justin replied with another snort.

Brian kept his tongue in cheek in an effort to squelch the urge to scream at the blonde. "You know what?" Brian stood up. "I'm going to go for a walk." He needed to clear his head and just calm the fuck down...before he slammed his fist into Justin's adorable little face. So tempting, that boyish face.

Justin watched him walk out of the room and collapsed on the table. He was so relieved, he wanted to scream. Thank you, God, he chanted in his head. Finally, a chance to have some fun. Time to relax a little bit.

Grabbing a towel from the counter, he headed outside. Mel was sitting on the edge of the pool, margarita glass in hand. She smiled when she saw the blonde.

"Freedom, huh?" she asked with a laugh.

Justin kicked off his flip flops and dropped the towel on top of them before joining her. "Finally!" he announced dramatically. He put his legs in the cool water, enjoying the sunshine. Winter was just not his thing and he was really not looking forward to going back to cold Canada.

"This is the best!" he said after taking a sip of her drink. Although he didn't care much for alcohol, he gave in to the urge sometimes. Very rare though, as he was known for becomingly notoriously drunk after two drinks and fucking up everything. Hence, the reason he turned his nose up at alcohol most times. It was going to be the death of him and he knew it.

Mel was decked out in a red bikini, her long slim legs dangling in the water. Through her sunglasses, Justin could see her eyes playfully laughing into his. "You remind me of myself when I first started."

"I do?" Justin wondered if he reminded anyone else of a tall, slim brunette woman. He chuckled at the thought.

"Yeah. Brian used to drive me nuts."

"Oh?" He could totally understand how she felt. He adored Brian...fuck, adored was not the word. He yearned...yes, yearned. He felt like he was in heat most times Brian was in a room. All he wanted to do was jump the guy and beg him to fuck him...hard, rough, senselessly.

"Can I offer a word of advice?"

He returned to the present, shrugged.

"Listen to him. The old goat knows what he's talking about."

Justin laughed. "Old goat?"

She shushed him. "Don't ever let him hear you say that or I'm dead meat!"

He laughed. "Somehow that fits him perfectly though."

"He likes you though."

The change in topic disturbed Justin. He tried to hide the blush from creeping onto his face. Did HE like him? God, how could she tell? "Um..." he started, ready to embarrass himself by telling her what question was on his mind when she interrupted.

"Yeah," she said. "I think he sees something in you...maybe you remind him of himself when he first started?"

Justin sighed. Fuck. He had totally misunderstood her statement. His heart beat quickened though, at the thought of Brian liking him...while his hormones skyrocketed with fantasties of him and Brian...naked...fucking.

Shit. Looking down, he realized he was slowly getting a boner. Typical. He swallowed and quickly looked over to see if Mel noticed but she was staring up into the cloudless sky, oblivious to his problem. To prevent anything further, he jumped into the pool.

"Is it warm?" Mel asked.

Justin nodded and swam around a bit, enjoying the feel of the water against his bare skin. It was sheer heaven.

He was still milling around in the pool when Brian returned from his *walk* hours later. He waved to the older man but was ignored.

"Brian!" he shouted when Brian continued to ignore him. Swimming to the steps, he climbed out and ran over to where Brian stood talking to Mel.

"Did you have a good walk?" he asked.

Brian kept his tongue in cheek to avoid from muttering an obscenity at Justin. The walk had not helped one bit. All he thought about was how much he wanted to fuck the kid until he could get him to listen. "Fun fun fun," Brian murmured and with that, he walked inside, leaving Mel and Justin looking at each other oddly.

"I think you should talk to him," Mel whispered. "You sorta hurt his feelings, sweetie. He really just wants us to get this stuff."

Justin nodded reluctantly. She was right. He needed to stop acting like a fucking child. He had just returned from a fucking vacation...only...well, it wasn't much fun, especially coming down to the end when he and... He stopped himself from thinking about Ethan. He was part of his past, a past he had left behind for good.

"Quick tip," Mel continued. "Just do what he says and nod your head a lot. Even if you're not listening, smile and nod."

Justin grinned. He could definitely do that one. "Thanks!"

She squeezed his hand. "I'm gonna go and see who I can find for myself tonight."

She winked and walked up the stairs to take a shower.

Brian wondered how much longer Justin was going to stand behind him. For the past 10 minutes, he heard the sighs and the hums. Just when he thought the little twat was going to open his mouth and speak, he'd shut it again.

Finally, he heard the blonde's deep exhale and, "Brian, are you mad at me?"

Brian looked up at him from the leather sofa he was lounging on. "Now why would you think such a thing, Justin?" he asked mockingly. "Is there a reason why I should be mad at you?"

Justin bit his bottom lip and sat on the sofa next to Brian, their knees touching. "Well..."

"Well what?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry's bullshit."

"No, it isn't!"

"It fucking is," Brian snapped back. "Now what the fuck are you sorry about?"

Justin chewed on his bottom lip. "I..." Justin couldn't remember what the fuck he was sorry about. He just realized Brian was wearing nothing but jeans...unbuttoned blue jeans at that. Oh God. He immediately felt as though his body was on fire. Was it possible to get a fever just staring at a hot guy's bare chest? The longer he gaped, the more his mind turned to mush.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?" he squeaked out, trying to remember what the fuck Brian had just asked him. Hell. This was so wrong. No man should have this much control over him. Dammit Brian!

"Are you feeling alright?"

Justin nodded and tried to put on his "come hither and fuck my brains out smile." Unfortunately, Brian wasn't paying much attention to him anymore. He was deep in his own thoughts. Justin wondered if he threw himself on Brian, would he get the point and fuck him right then and there?

Brian rolled his eyes. The boy was obviously missing a few screws...necessary ones at that. He sighed and decided to let bygones be bygones.

Just as Justin was about to test out his theory, Brian said, "Forget about it, ok?" he said. "We'll start fresh tomorrow. You'll be a better student, that is LISTENER, for a couple hours and I'll let you play for the rest of the day. Deal?"

Justin didn't hear a word Brian had just said, too disappointed he wasn't given the opportunity to jump naked-Brian's-bones. Plus, he was still engrossed in the bare skin in front of him, so perfect... so sexy... but he took Mel's advice and just nodded and smiled.

Brian was satisfied. He got off the sofa and grabbed a towel. "I'm going to go for a swim. You coming?"

Fuck yes!

After doing a few laps, Brian collapsed against the wall of the pool where the shallow area met the deeper end. He squeezed water out of his hair and shook his head back and forth to get the water out of his ears. Justin was across from him, imitating his actions.

Finally, they faced each other.

Justin smiled. "Isn't this the best? Thanks so much, Brian."

"So, you're having fun?"

"Fun, fun, fun," he laughed. "And I'm sorry I've been such a pain. I just..."

Brian grinned. "Can't help it?" he offered. "You were born a pain in the ass?"

Justin laughed. "How did you find this place?"

Brian looked up at the stars, shining in all of their glory. "A client of mine. He owns the chain of them."

Justin whistled. "What did you help him find?"

"His kid," Brian replied, opting to leave out the rest, that he'd also helped the man find his cock. Or rather, Brian's cock, right up his ass.

Brian laughed at the thought, making Justin look at him oddly and ask, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon, Brian! Tell me!"

"It's none of your goddamn business."

"Don't be such an old man!"

Brian glared at him, remembering one of the first conversations he had had with Justin. He was not able to say much through the blonde's laughter.

"Shut up already!" Brian ordered. "We have neighbours. Are you always this embarrassing?"

Justin ignored the insult and swam across to Brian's side. "So tell me."

"So shut up."

Justin laughed. "You know, you can actually be funny at times."

"You're never funny."

Blue eyes locked onto hazel; Justin's head cocked back, his wide smile mirroring Brian's. Silence. Without even thinking, Justin leaned up and pressed his lips against Brian's.

Brian was surprised by the kiss but he quickly took control. He felt Justin's arms going around his neck, drawing him lower to deepen the kiss. Justin sucked on Brian's tongue desperately, eager to get as much of him as possible, not sure how long it would last.

Wrapping his legs around Brian's waist, he felt the older man's stiff cock rubbing against his bare stomach through his shorts. Brian's hands eased into Justin's shorts, squeezing his butt cheeks.

Justin pulled away slightly but Brian's mouth found his again. He loved the taste of the blonde, it was addictive.

"Brian," Justin moaned into his mouth. "What are we doing?" It was amazing that his brain could still function enough for him to get a proper sentence out.

Brian ran his finger up and down Justin's ass crack and felt the boy arch his back slightly. He inserted a finger and heard a soft gasp. He wasn't sure if it belonged to him or Justin.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Justin whispered against Brian's mouth.

Brian pulled out his finger and pushed against the hole again, this time using two fingers. "Do you want me to?" Brian seductively whispered into his neck. "Do you want my cock deep inside you?" Because that's where I'm aching to be...deep deep inside of you...surrounded by your tightness.

Justin groaned, pressing his cock harder against Brian's stomach, his arms holding Brian in a death grip. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me..."

Brian licked at Justin's lips, slurping up the chlorine-filled droplets. "Let's do it right here."

Justin nodded. He was ready since last week!

"Did you bring any rubbers?"

Justin shook his head. Fuck. Maybe he should have prepared better. He just didn't think Brian would be interested in him... although, he couldn't blame the other man. Justin thought he was hot. He had a fuckable ensemble - body, lips and butt. And he was smart too.

"Well, I don't have any..." Brian told him.

"Please, Brian," Justin begged. Just fuck me, you big fucking asshole!

Brian removed his finger from Justin's ass and pushed the blonde off him. "Stop it." He was not fucking anyone bareback. Not today, tomorrow or ten years from now.

"But-"

"But nothing. I am not fucking you without a condom."

"Brian, I'm safe...I'm negative."

That pissed Brian off. "Go fuck yourself!"

Justin stared at Brian for a few seconds, his dick quickly softening. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the pool. He had never felt so embarrassed in all of his adult life. Granted, he was barely an adult but... it was fucking unbelievable. He had just begged his BOSS to fuck him...bareback. Fuck!

"Justin!" Brian called.

Justin ignored him and went into the house. He needed no pity. He needed someone to knock some sense into his obviously empty head!

Brian snorted. Great. Just fucking great. He had gone and screwed things up again. How the fuck was he supposed to work with Justin after this?

26/01/03

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