Thanks to Jewel, Lois and Jen!

Sunday Afternoon Delights:
FCUK 'TIL YOU DROP
by Irina & PIG

Justin yawned widely as he stretched, his eyes refusing to open. He felt the warm body next to him move slightly before he felt a wet tongue being inserted into his mouth.

Even morning kisses with Brian were perfect.

"Morning to you, too," Justin said with a grin, his eyes finally opening to focus on Brian's body moving away.

"Get up," Brian ordered. "We have a full day ahead of us."

"Head," Justin teased. "Speaking of head..."

Justin laughed when he felt a palm smack against his butt. Pulling his blond lover off the bed, Brian dragged him into the bathroom with him.

After a quick fuck and an even quicker shower, the boys were out and getting ready.

"What did you need to get?" Brian asked his blond lover, who was busily searching through his drawers for a shirt to wear.

"Um... stuff, I guess," Justin replied carelessly.

"What STUFF?"

"Pants, shirts, underwear... socks." Justin slipped a t-shirt over his head. "Stuff for me to wear at school."

Brian nodded. "All right. Are you hungry?"

Justin tossed him a look to which Brian replied, "Ok, enough of the smart ass routine. Hurry up. We can stop by the diner before we start."

"Yes, honey," Justin mocked, ducking when he saw the pillow come flying towards his head.

Half an hour later the two walked through the doors of the Liberty Diner to be immediately assaulted by a certain waitress with a bright red wig.

"Sunshine!" Debbie exclaimed, tightening her hold on the blond.

"Deb, you might wanna let go soon," Brian pointed out when he saw a pleading look on his lover's face poking out of the bear hug.  "Or poor Sunshine will have to breathe with his ass."

The woman glared back at him, but let Justin go nonetheless.

“Thanks,” Justin whispered as the two of them finally made their way toward an empty booth.

Brian held back a laugh, instead sliding in across the table from his lover.

“What will you have?” Debbie asked, taking out her notebook.

“Can we have a minute?” Brian said, making a show out of picking up a menu and slowly opening it.

“It’s not like you don’t know the menu by heart by now.” Debbie grabbed the menu out of Brian’s hands, the brunet grimacing at her.

“You should really work on your customer service skills,” Brian told her.

“And you should really behave yourself. You never know what might fall into your food,” the waitress shot back.

Brian cringed and scooted closer to the wall and away from the woman. “Coffee. Black.”

“What about you, Sunshine?” Debbie turned to Justin.

“Pigs in the blanket,” Justin said, “And orange juice.”

“Now there’s a healthy breakfast,” Debbie said, patting Justin on the head. She turned her attention back to Brian. “Sure you don’t want anything?”

“Ending up in the hospital is not on my To Do list for today, thanks,” Brian snarled.

Justin snorted. "Bring him some eggs, Deb - he missed out on his daily dose of protein today." He felt a knee nudge against his under the table and smiled sweetly at his lover.

"That's one hundred less being spent on your ungrateful ass," Brian said firmly.

Justin's snarky response never made it out of his mouth as the Diner's bell rang and a bunch of loud, noisy regulars entered.

"Hello, boys," Emmett said, pushing Justin around to the end of the booth as he made place for Ted.

"Coffee!" Ted called out to Deb. "We need coffee!"

"Put a cock in it!" Deb shouted back loudly.

Michael shook his head. "Ma!" he scolded.

Brian was forced to move, so he now sat opposite his boyfriend, but crouched into the wall. Bulldozer-Ben occupied three-quarters of the space. He opened his mouth to make the observation, but Michael cut him across.

"What are you two doing here this early in the morning?"

Brian saw Justin open his mouth and knew that he better handle that one himself. “We have places to be,” he answered, shooting a pointed look in Justin’s direction letting the young man know that this little shopping trip was to remain between the two of them.

“Well, there are only two reasons Brian Kinney would be up this early in the morning on a Saturday,” Emmett chimed in.

“Fucking,” Ted added.

“Or shopping,” Emmett concluded.

Brian grimaced at them. “Did you two practice that in front of a mirror for long?”

Justin, on the other hand, bit his lower lip in order not to smile.

“Hmmmm,” Emmett looked at Brian, then at Justin. “Since you’re hush-hush about it, I’m guessing, you’re going shopping.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Actually, I’m meeting with a hit man. See, there are certain people in my life that I would really like to see buried six feet under.”

Emmett rolled his eyes. "See, this is what too much HBO does to you."

"What are you going shopping for?" Mikey asked. "Didn't you blow your quarterly quota a couple weeks ago?"

"Weeks?" Ted chirped. "Must be outdated already then."

Deb arrived at their table, killing all conversation. "Make it snappy - I'm busy."

Emmett sniped a look at Ted. "Service just isn't what it used to be."

Ted sighed exaggeratedly.

"Will you two knock it off and give me your fucking orders already?" Deb snapped, bubblegum popping.

"Pancakes for me!" Emmett declared. "Blueberry. Oh, and a nice, tall, cold glass of OJ. Must get my Vitamin C."

Ted shook his head at him. "Just coffee for me, Deb. And maybe the hash brown platter."

"And you?" Deb poked Mikey in the shoulder. "I know Ben and his goddamn wheaties."

"Cold," Ben said with a smile.

"Eggs and sausages," Mikey ordered.

With a last dramatic huff, Deb left.

"So what are you going shopping for?" Mikey asked, returning to the previous conversation.

Brian sighed. "How is that any of your concern?"

"Ahhhhh," Ted and Emmett said in unison.

"Brian Kinney evading a topic?" Ted asked.

"This should be in-ter-est-ing!" Emmett added.

Justin laughed. "I need some clothes for school."

Emmett gagged. "How... sweet of him."

"Sweet had nothing to do with it," Brian argued.

“A father and son outing. It’s a Kodak moment,” Ted quipped. “I wish I had my camera.”

“Yes, me too. Because then I’d have something to shove up your ass,” Brian snapped.

“Well, that would be a first,” Justin snickered. When all eyes turned to him, the blond looked down at the table, biting his lips in order not to laugh.

“That’s the only thing I would ever shove up Ted’s ass,” Brian explained himself, realizing what it was that Justin was thinking. The brunet fought back a shudder as the image of him and Ted… He was definitely not hungry now.

Justin decided to help Brian save his face. He looked over at Ted and Emmett who seemed to be out for Brian’s blood this morning. “He just doesn’t trust me to buy my own clothes.”

“Well, can you blame me? Old fucking Navy should be burnt down, if you want my opinion,” Brian repeated his argument for the umpteenth time this week.

“Well, we don’t,” Justin snapped.

“Oooh, watch out,” Michael laughed. “JT is armed and dangerous.”

Everybody else laughed except for the two lovers glaring at each other from opposite sides of the table.

“I wish you’d stop treating me like a fucking kid,” Justin heard himself say once again.

“Well, stop dressing like one, I’ll stop treating you like one,” Brian replied, groaning inwardly at the fact that they were putting on quite a show for the rest of their friends.

“It’s MY money,” Justin argued. “I’ll spend it on anything I want. If I wanna get another pair of cargo pants, I fucking will.”

“And you will follow those fucking cargo pants right out of the big, tall window of the loft as soon as we get home,” Brian replied as calmly as possible.

He could almost see the smoke flaring out of Justin’s ears.

“The man’s right, baby,” Emmett butted in. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said when Justin directed his anger at him. “You know I love you, but you need a tad more of style.”

“And who better to teach him?” Ben offered his words of wisdom.

“Great.” Just threw his arms up in the air in defeat and leaned back, pouting. “Is this like ‘gang up on Justin’ day? ‘Cause I didn’t get the fucking memo.”

Brian shook his head, realizing that it was up to him to save his boyfriend’s ass once again. And since he was quite fond of the aforementioned ass, he was more than happy to do that.

“Just ignore him, boys,” he said to the others, while smiling at his lover. “He’s not a morning person.”

Ok, so he never said he was good at the whole ‘having your boyfriend’s back’ thing. He was much better at being behind his boyfriend’s back, fucking the shit out of him. But Brian was learning.

“Now, can we get OUR FUCKING ORDER ALREADY?!” he called at Debbie.

"It's coming!" Deb shouted back, her hands full as she came upon their table. "Jesus!" She placed Justin's and Brian's on the edge of the table, leaving it up to Ben and Ted to push them down the line.

"Mmmm," Justin groaned, licking his lips in anticipation. "I am so fucking hungry."

Using a fork, Brian swirled his eggs around his plate.

"Stop playing with your food, Brian," Justin told him.

"I told you I didn't want any fucking eggs," Brian snapped back. "But now I'm obligated to eat them, or Deb's gonna have a fit."

Justin sighed and dug his fork into a piece of bacon, lifting it to his boyfriend's mouth. Brian chewed slowly, biting back his complaint about the fat-content.

Both men were oblivious to the fact that everyone was watching them with their mouths open.

"You want this?" Brian asked Justin, pointing to his eggs.

"At least have some," Justin begged. "I don't want to have to deal with you two hours from now searching for a fucking salad place!"

Brian grumbled something incoherent under his breath before forking eggs into his mouth.

Looking up, he realized everyone was staring at him.

Fuck.

"What?" he asked mockingly. "I know I'm beautiful, but..."

Emmett was the first to snort and look away.

"Pancakes - blueberry!" Deb returned with Ted and Emmett's breakfast. "Wheaties and Captain Astro's, coming right up!"

Having finished with their breakfast fairly quickly and in relative silence, Brian and Justin paid for food and left the diner. It was now onto the main event of the morning ­ a shopping trip. And while Brian was less than happy about going to the mall instead of the stores he frequented in downtown, he was relieved that he had convinced Justin to at least go to a more upscale one instead of the one Justin usually shopped at. That was a part of their agreement, or to borrow couples term ­ compromising.

The trip to the mall was quick and less than twenty minutes later Brian was already pulling into a parking space in front of the Bloomingdales.

The minute Justin walked into the mall, Brian knew he was going to go crazy. The kid totally did a 180 on him.

"Oooh!" Justin raved. "I have to get those!"

*Those* referred to graphic tees on a GAP mannequin that said 'Keep on Trucking' and "Hungry Cowpoke.'

Brian felt his stomach churn. Why, oh, God, why? Why hadn't someone, in the boy's adolescent years, given him SOME understanding of the concept of STYLE?

"Let's go in," Justin said, already walking inside and ignoring Brian's calling his name.

Brian followed the blond to the men's section of the clothing store.

"Aren't these cool?" Justin lifted a striped shirt for Brian to see.

"If you want everyone to think you just got out of juvy," Brian replied coolly.

"I'm gonna get them for Emmett," Justin decided. "It's totally him."

Brian rolled his eyes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard, "Hey guys, how's it going?"

Turning around, his eyes fell on a young boy, probably Justin's age. He was dressed in a similar shirt to the one Justin was going to get Emmett and blue jeans. Pinned to the said shirt was a GAP sign.

"Oh, hey," Justin said with a smile.

Brian just raised a brow and waited for the kid to go away.

"My name's Andrew," he said. "Can I help you guys with anything today?"

"Um, we're just looking around," Justin explained.

"We got some great stuff in," Andrew rattled on. "The first of the fall stuff is in. PLUS..." He took a deep breath. "We've got the hottest jeans in - Low Rise Boot Cut for MEN!"

Justin was suddenly being taken into a section of the store where young Andrew reviewed each colour of the new jean.

Brian fingered a shirt on the T-stand, keeping an eye on his boyfriend and Gap-boy.

He could hear Justin gush and drool over the new ‘it’ thing in style that fall. Shaking his head, Brian looked around the store. He couldn’t remember the last time he was in GAP, since he never bought anything in the store and Justin usually went shopping with either his mother or Daphne, or, God forbid, Emmett.

Most of the shirts were totally Justin and Brian felt the urge to call the young man and have him try them on. Of course, that would have gone against his act of hating the young teen style of his boyfriend. And while some of the pieces of clothing Justin chose could serve better as floor wipes, Brian did like some of it, finding an adorable quality to the sweaters and shirts the young man loved to wear ­ one of the few things that still sometimes let Justin’s real age shine through. Most of the time the young artist acted much more mature for his age, having survived so much in his life already, and Brian at times wished he could give Justin those worry-free days most young people Justin’s age get to enjoy.

“Brian,” he heard behind him. “Come and see this,” Justin called when Brian turned around.

Justin lifted a dark ribbed crew neck sweater. "What do you think?"

Brian nodded. "It's do-able." He took the sweater from his lover, making sure it was the right size.

"Or do you prefer this one?" Justin lifted the same sweater, but with a chest stripe at the front.

Brian grabbed it. "We'll try them both."

Justin smiled and turned around to check out the shirts.

That was when Brian noticed the look young GAP boy was shooting his way. The youngun's dark eyes were lazily taking him in from top to bottom, settling on his ass before landing on his eyes.

Brian cocked a brow. This was not happening. He was not being hit on by a fucking kid who was probably not even producing sperm yet.

"Don't you see anything you like?" GAP boy asked, licking his lips as he stared at Brian.

Before Brian could respond, Justin chuckled and said, "This isn't his kind of store."

"Oh?"

"He's a label queen," Justin remarked, winking at Brian. "And GAP doesn't float his boat, I'm afraid." He grinned at Brian's irritated look. "But, fear not, you still have me!"

Andrew smirked. "We can't have them all."

Brian rolled his eyes. He moved towards the jeans section.

He picked up a pair from a stack and held it up in front of him. For the life of him, Brian could not understand why somebody would find jeans that looked not only worn by somebody else, but also fucking dirty appealing.

Placing it back where he got it from, Brian moved through the racks. He methodically and purposely passed the shelves with the sickening color of cargo pants and moved toward the ones that contained the jeans that looked a little more like jeans and less like somebody’s laundry.

"Anything of interest?"

Young GAP boy had followed Brian to the jean section.

"You'd look great in our new Low Rise jeans," the boy said, his gaze settling on Brian's crotch.

Brian looked at the boy in disbelief.

Justin walked over with a handful of t-shirts and sweaters, the excitement obvious in his eyes. "Look at all the cool stuff, Brian."

Brian made a sound that was supposed to relate agreement.

"Should I get new jeans too?" Justin asked.

"Do you need new jeans?"

Justin thought for a minute. "Maybe not, but we can still check out a couple new pairs."

"Maybe I can start a fitting room for you?" Andrew asked sweetly.

Justin was all for that. He leaned into Brian, face up and at an angle, so Brian could plant a kiss on his parted lips.

"Have I thanked you profusely for doing this?" Justin asked huskily.

"No," Brian returned with a grin. "But you will - later."

Justin laughed and pulled away when Brian started pinching him.

Turning away, Justin followed the GAP boy into the fitting room, with Brian following closely behind.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try anything on, sir?” Andrew asked, turning to Brian after Justin disappeared in one of the fitting stalls.

“Trust me, he’s sure,” Justin responded instead behind the closed door.

Brian only rolled his eyes, surprisingly turned off by the advances of the stranger. He was painfully aware of the fact that the kid’s eyes were burning a hole in his head, but he refused to acknowledge him, knowing too well what that would lead ­ more unwanted attention.

Thankfully, the door of the stall opened to reveal his lover dressed in dark blue jeans that were tightly hugging the blond’s ass in all the right places and a light blue striped shirt that matched the color of the man’s eyes.

“What do you think?” Justin asked.

For the first time in probably his entire adult life, Brian found himself impressed by the clothes at GAP, although he was pretty sure that the reaction that the outfit had on certain parts of his body had very little to do with the quality and style of the clothes and rather with the man wearing them.

“I’ll definitely love to try that on,” he mumbled under his nose.

“Excuse me?” Andrew asked.

Their sweet moment was broken. Brian wanted to tell the stupid kid to FUCK OFF and leave them alone, but he knew Justin would have a cow.

"Do I look like a rugby player?" Justin asked, his grin wide.

"We could practice your run and tackle technique," Brian mumbled.

Justin laughed and saw Andrew's eyes shoot up. He returned to the fitting room to change into something else.

Outside, he half-listened to the conversation Brian and Andrew were having.

"Are you guys from around here?" the boy asked.

"No," Brian replied coolly.

"Do you come here often?"

"What do you think?"

A brief pause, then, "You look vaguely familiar."

Brian snorted.

"I know I've seen you someplace before," Andrew insisted.

"I've been told I make it into a lot of dreams," Brian said lamely.

Justin chuckled and opened the door.

"You don't want to know who he is," he told the other boy. "I assure you."

Andrew raised a brow. "I don't?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

Justin shrugged. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." He turned to his boyfriend. "Yes or no?"

Brian took in the khakhi cargo pants and brown Hungry Cowpoke t-shirt. He chewed on his bottom lip.

“Would ‘fuck no’ answer your question?” the brunet replied. While the previous ensemble was fucking hot, this one…well, Brian decided not to go into detail about just how much he hated it.

Justin wrinkled his nose. "I thought so." He returned to the changing room.

Brian turned around and realized his young friend was still there. He gritted his teeth.

"Shouldn't you be helping other customers?" he asked. "We're doing ok here."

"I'm in fits now," Andrew explained. "It's my job to make sure everything fits and you get the right size and stuff."

Brian inwardly sighed. The room was empty otherwise, so he could understand why the kid was hanging around.

"It must be nice having a brother," Brian heard suddenly.

He whipped his head around. "What?"

Andrew motioned to Justin's change room. "Your brother... you guys seems pretty close."

"Oh, yea," Justin called out from his room. "We're *real* close. Why don't you tell him how close we are, bro?"

Brian snorted. "I used to kick his ass all the time - I think he's due, wouldn't you say?"

Justin’s head popped through the door, his mouth spread into a wide grin. “He always threatens,” he said to Andrew. “Never follows through with it. He really is a great brother, aren’t you, Bri?” He offered Brian his most innocent smile, and then turned back to the GAP boy. “Do you have a brother?”

Justin emphasized the word 'brother,' something that went past the GAP boy completely.

"Me?" Andrew asked. "Um, no. I'm an only child. Why?"

Justin smirked. "Brothers are fun."

Brian shook his head when Justin turned around to face him.

"What?" Justin asked sweetly. "You don't like this one either?"

Brian finally took in the khaki coloured pants and the baby blue sweater. The latter matched Justin's eyes to a tee. It was amazing.

"Yes and no," Brian replied, pointing to the sweater and pants.

Justin grinned. "I figured you'd go for the sweater."

Brian's gaze followed Justin's ass back into the change room, before the door shut in his face.

"Are you much older than him?" Brian heard all of a sudden.

Ok. That was it. He couldn't take anymore.

"Be nice," Justin called out from the fitting room.

Brian snorted and stared at Andrew. "You know what," he said softly. "I think I *will* try a pair of those low rise pants. Could you get me a size 8? Long?"

Andrew nodded quickly and left.

Knocking on Justin's door, Brian demanded, "Open up."

"I'm not dressed," Justin replied.

"I see your dick every morning - what the fuck's your point?"

He heard the 'click,' before pulling the door open. Justin was in the process of pulling on a darker pair of jeans.

"I'm never coming back here, do you hear me?" Brian said.

Justin laughed. "He's just doing his job, Brian."

"He's annoying the fuck out of me," Brian complained.

"Shhh, he'll hear."

"Good. Maybe then he'll back the fuck up and stop trying to fucking rim me!"

"But you like being rimmed!" Justin fell back on the bench of the room, chuckling.

"Stop laughing!" Brian muttered.

"I can't - this is too funny!"

Brian failed to see the humour.

"Be a dear brother and pass me that t-shirt, would you?"

Brian glared at him. "The kid is fucking delusional," Brian grumbled. "How on earth could he think we're brothers? We don't even look alike!"

Justin shrugged. "Just 'cos you're this hot stud doesn't mean you can't have an equally hot stud of a brother?"

Brian grinned. "You're so full of shit."

"What? Am I not hot?" Justin pretended to be offended.

Brian pulled him of the bench, wrapping his hand around Justin's waist, using the other to smack the boy on his tighty-whitie clad butt.

"Hey!"

Brian grinned. "Wanna fool around?"

Justin gasped. "Brian..."

Not waiting for a positive reply, Brian leaned closer to the boy, drawing his sensitive ear lobe into this mouth, nibbling between his teeth before bathing it with his hot spit.

Justin sighed and closed his eyes, shifting his head to the side to give Brian better access.

Sucking on the lobe until he heard the customary sexy Justin Taylor growl, Brian went lower - to the boy's neck, pale and bare. He licked at the smooth skin, grazing his teeth over the surface. Going even lower, Brian tugged a rosy nipple into his mouth, gently flicking on the nib with his tongue, before biting down. He felt Justin stiffen and eased on the assault - slowly, he traced the outline of the tiny bud until he heard, "Brian."

Justin pulled his boyfriend's face up to meet his, their eyes staring into each others. He reached up on tippy-toes to kiss Brian, but the man pulled out of his reach. He tried again. Same thing. Blue eyes hotly challenged hazel.

Brian stared at the boy in front of him and wondered if he would - could even - get enough of Justin. For crying out loud, he was willing to fuck the boy in a change room... in a place he'd rather be caught dead in than...

Without another thought, he smashed his lips against the blond's, the force of the kiss pushing Justin back towards the wall of the room. Their tongues met for a delicious kiss, one neither man wanted to tear themselves away from.

Not even for the knocking on the door.

Slipping his hands into Justin's underwear, Brian felt the round globes tighten. He traced one finger along the boy's ass crack, shifting the other hand to his front.

Justin stifled a moan when he felt Brian's hand on his dick. He pulled out of the kiss and turned his head to the side, immediately feeling a wet tongue practically fucking his face.

He placed a hand on Brian's chest and felt the annoying constraint of clothes. Turning forward, his task of undressing Brian was slower than usual, mainly because for every button he loosened, Brian seemed to up his focus on Justin's dick and the blond was already spilling over.

Finally, Brian pulled away from him, but not before whispering, "Take it off."

Justin was out of his underwear in record time. The same could be said for Brian.

Both men naked, and in their full glory, faced each other.

"Don't get cum on my clothes, k?" Justin requested teasingly.

Brian snorted. "Will you still wear them if I do?"

"I know the concept of laundry may be unknown to you..."

"I like you better naked anyway."

Justin slipped his arms around the slim waist of his boyfriend and leaned up for a kiss. "What else do you like?"

Brian rubbed his forehead against his boy's, not answering. "Turn around."

Justin held onto the hangers on the wall. He heard the condom packet tear. Brian kissed him on the shoulder.

Easing into Justin slowly, Brian felt the boy stiffen.

"Relax," he reminded him.

Justin pressed his forehead against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut against the pleasure-pain of the motion.

He gasped feeling Brian withdraw and re-enter. A hand covered his head dick, taking turns caressing his balls and tickling his slit.

He was in heaven. The pleasure of being attended to on so many levels...

Justin moaned softly when he felt Brian eased into him again.

So nice.

Then things got better than nice. They got hot and heavy.

Brian stopped teasing the boy and rammed into him - hard.

Justin pushed himself further against the wall, biting down on his bottom lip. The pleasure of Brian's thrusts was intense. And then they got faster... and harder... and...

They came.

Justin felt glued to the wall. He told Brian as much the moment he felt he could speak.

Brian laughed as he searched for someplace to dispose of the used condom. He accepted the tissue from Justin. The blond fell back against the wall, his eyes barely open as they stared at Brian; his wet lips, pink and pouty.

Brian couldn't resist brushing his lips against his boyfriend's.

"What else do you need to try on?" Brian asked.

Justin shrugged. "I'm just gonna get them all. I can always return what I don't like." He grinned wickedly. "Let's go to Old Navy... I've always wanted to fuck in their change rooms!"

Brian gave him a genuine look of surprise.

"What?" Justin asked as he pulled on his jeans. "Then we can compare the quality of the fuck. See, it's Old Navy, GAP and then, well, we'll save the best fuck for Banana Republic..."

Brian raised a brow. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"No..."

They dressed quickly. Opening the door and walking out with an armful of clothes, they saw Andrew.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

Justin smirked. "I'd say it went well."

"That's good to hear."

"Thanks for all of your help today."

Andrew nodded. As Brian passed by, he asked, "And how did those jeans fit?"

"Not my thing," Brian replied.

"No?" Andrew questioned, his eyes telling them that he had heard it all and that he was up to something. "Are you sure?"

Brian exchanged looks with Justin. "Maybe I could get them. Wear them around the house..."

As the couple passed by Andrew again, this time with the jeans, the boy said, "Thanks for shopping at the GAP. My name's Andrew and I was your server today."

Commission overload for the bratty kid.

31-07-03