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Sunday Afternoon Delights:
GREEN EYED MONSTER: CHAPTER 2 - PART 1
by Irina & PIG

Justin's attention was fully centered on the computer screen in front of him. For the past hour, he'd been trying to get the drawing *just right.*

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he twisted his hand delicately, trying to be extra careful as he attempted to color a specific part of his masterpiece.

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Perfect.

Pulling away, a smile formed on his lips.

"Nice work, Taylor."

Looking up, he saw it was Devin, the new intern at Vanguard. He’d been hired a few weeks ago and got along fine with Justin... for the most part. Justin found it hard to trust the other man, mainly because of the latter’s relationship with Brian. Ever since Devin had started at the agency, Brian had practically taken Devin under his wing, taking time to show him the ropes, offering advice and suggestions.

Justin couldn’t remember Brian acting half as nicely to him, quite the reverse in his first days at Vanguard. But even since the night in Brian’s office when Justin had promised no more violin music, Brian had hardly paid him any attention at work. Granted, Brian didn’t want to show Justin any sort of favoritism or special treatment that would encourage anyone to suspect about their behind-the-scenes relationship. That they sucked one another's dicks and fucked until they fell asleep in each other's arms was nobody's business, but their own.

Justin understood that fact and accepted it. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t still be green with envy, especially when he had to witness on a regular basis, the natural and easy relationship the two men shared; the relationship he WASN'T allowed to have with Brian... at least in the office. He shouldn't have to deal with that shit.

Oh, no. He wouldn’t stand for it.

As soon as he got some balls, he’d be sure to remind Brian that the only young, hot twink he’d be fucking was blond, blue-eyed and named Justin Taylor.

Justin smiled shyly at the other boy. "Thanks, Dev. You don't think it's too dark?"

Devin shook his head, his perfectly styled hair staying perfectly in place. "Not at all, I really like it."

Justin still didn’t know how to accept a compliment about his work graciously. He opted to change the topic instead, noticing the boards in the intern's hand. "What are those?"

"Brian asked me to put up the boards for his presentation later."

"Brian?" Justin asked, eyes narrowing automatically.

Devin grinned sheepishly. "I meant *Mr. Kinney.*" He coughed. "It sounds so fucking formal. I feel like I'm talking about my fucking father, and my Dad Brian could never be!"

Justin forced a smile, deciding to test the waters with his new *pal*. He needed to know the inner workings of Devin’s mind. It was not enough knowing that the boy was gay and fucking like there was no tomorrow. Devin could fuck the Pope for all Justin cared, but he could not, under ANY circumstances, fuck Brian. No, no, no. Even him having the thought of fucking Brian was cause for Devin to get a piece of Justin’s mind… as soon as Justin found his balls, that is, and was brave enough to do anything about it.

But, he was rushing things. Sure, Brian was hot, but that didn’t mean *everyone* wanted to fuck him. Devin must have already come to terms with the fact that Brian was way out of his league. Or so Justin hoped.

"He's a bit of a hard ass, don't you think?" Justin asked slyly, his blue eyes shining with anticipation.

Devin shrugged. "I haven't really noticed. He's been really helpful. Told me I can come up and see him whenever I have a problem."

"Oh, yes?" Justin muttered, watching as Vance walked into the room, pulling Devin aside for a private discussion.

Justin took that opportunity to stare at the boy again.

He couldn't blame Brian if he was interested in Devin. After all, the kid was hot. Actually, kid, he was not, unlike Justin. Devin was exactly two years older than Justin, which made him more Brian's usual type. With his perfect attire - spiffy suit and tie - and his 'up for anything' personality, Devin was an office hit. Everyone adored the new intern.

Stealing another glance at the dark suit, Justin couldn't help but wonder where the fuck Devin was getting money to afford such things. On his intern salary, Justin found most of it going into savings for his upcoming tuition and books and the meagre extra was spent on food.

Sighing inwardly, Justin heard Vance compliment Devin on his work and comment on his potential talent.

Talent.

Devin was talented all right.

Not that Brian gave two fucks about talent... unless it had to do with tongues and gagging reflexes.

Justin sighed again. He was being an idiot. Brian wouldn't fuck an intern. That was unethical, immoral and... shit. Not impossible. After all, wasn’t Brian fucking HIM?

"I am not going to think about it," Justin told himself.

As the day progressed, Justin really didn't think about it. Then came 1 pm, his stomach growled and he needed a lunch date. He told his supervisor, Ritchie, he was going on lunch and headed up the stairs to Brian's office.

Without knocking, Justin barged in, his eyes immediately landing on the pair of men bent over the desk. Brian was leaning over Devin from behind as the latter re-worked a sheet in front of him. Of course, it was just work, but to Justin, it looked a little too intimate for his liking. His mind was working overtime.

He felt the stab of pain in his chest immediately.

"Um, sorry," he said quickly, stupidly.

“Taylor,” Brian said, straightening up, keeping his face completely void of any emotion.

It was becoming increasingly hard for him to pretend that he and Justin only had a business relationship; that he didn’t see the young artist naked every single morning and night and usually more than once in between. Speaking of hard…

Brian walked around his desk and settled down in his big leather chair, hoping that neither his lover nor the new intern noticed his current condition. He had to remain professional after all.

“You know Devin,” Brian said.

“Uhm…yeah.”

Brian took in Justin’s reply, noticing something in the way the younger man fidgeted in the doorway that was just off. Brian couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but Justin was just…different.

“Good. You two will both be assisting me on the Grantronics campaign.”

Justin raised a brow. "Oh? Ok."

Moving back towards the door, he said, "Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Kinney. I'll come back later."

Brian narrowed his eyes. Something was definitely off. The slumped shoulders… the small voice.

“Uh…Taylor!” he called out. When Justin turned around, Brian continued. “Why don’t you stay for a moment? I need to discuss the CMM layout with you.”

He then turned to his new intern. “Finish proof reading the document,” Brian ordered. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

"Sure thing, Mr. Kinney," Devin said, getting up immediately.

He smiled at Justin on his way out, but turned at the door.

"Are we still on for tonight, Mr. Kinney?"

Justin refused to show any outward reaction to that innocent question.

“Yes. Seven,” Brian replied.

The door closed on his, "Seven it is!"

Justin approached Brian's desk slowly, trying to keep what he was feeling hidden inside. He didn't think Brian would approve of the suspicious, angry thoughts swimming around his head.

And chances were if Brian knew Justin didn't want him fucking Devin, he'd do it out of spite, just to show the teen that he could.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Kinney," Justin stressed again. "I know I should've knocked."

Brian eyed his boyfriend carefully. "Stop with the Mr. Kinney bullshit,” he said. His features softening, he added, “Close the door."

While Justin obeyed and walked over to shut the door, Brian stood up and walked around the desk, leaning on the edge of it, waiting for Justin to come to him, but Justin remained close to the door, almost as if he was afraid to approach Brian. Besides, the blinds were open. Anyone walking past could see what they were doing inside.

Sensing the blond's hesitation, Brian pushed away from the desk and crossed his office, walking up to Justin and pressing him against the now closed door. Reaching with his hand, he closed the blinds and turned his attention back to his lover.

"I'd ask what's up, but that's painfully obvious," he said, pointing to his barely concealed erect penis.

Justin grinned. "Be careful, Brian, you don't want to be caught with your pants down. You know what happened the last time."

"Ahh, yes," Brian agreed, trailing a finger along Justin’s smooth cheek. "But I have a sneaking suspicion you won't be suing me to get 'a-head.'"

Justin laughed. Clearing his throat, he said, "At least you can trust me, but I wouldn't be sure about anyone else."

There. He had subtly let Brian know that fucking Devin was a bad idea. His stomach growled.

Moving out of Brian's grasp, Justin opened the door. "I'm going to lunch. Catch ya later, Sir."

He winked.

Justin was almost out the door when Brian remembered that he had wanted to talk to him. "Uh, Taylor?" he called.

The blond head peeked back in the door. Brian chose to use that moment to his advantage, pulling Justin further into the room and shutting the door. He stole a quick kiss, his tongue meeting his partner's for a few fleeting seconds. He craved this mouth throughout every day.

Pulling away, he resorted to being serious once more.

"I'm gonna need you to work late tonight," Brian explained. "We have a few things to finish up before the presentation in the morning.

Justin raised a brow. "What about your seven o'clock tonight?"

Brian looked confused for a second. "Oh, Devin's on the team too. I thought we could order some take-out and... what?"

Brian noticed the comical expression on his boyfriend's face and stopped in his tracks.

"Nothing," Justin quickly said. "I don't mind working late."

Brian snorted. "It wasn't under discussion."

He pulled the blond into his arms again for another kiss, this time allowing it to go on for longer. When he felt his control slipping away, he pulled away.

"Go have your lunch," he ordered. "Bring me back something."

Justin licked his moist lips, the taste of Brian still on them.

"I have something for you now," Justin teased. "Loaded with protein, too."

Brian shot him a mock glare as he opened the door. "I'll have that later."

Coming back into the office after lunch, Justin found Devin reading a magazine, looking bored out of his mind.

"Hey." He waved hello to the other guy. He could be civil; his mother had taught him good manners.

Devin tossed the magazine on the table. "Man, I've been bored outta my mind. Where the fuck were you?"

Obviously Devin didn’t know the first thing about good manners.

"I was on lunch."

"You could've told me."

Justin shrugged. "Sorry." Not that he was.

Brian and Vance walked past in the corridor, heads bowed as they talked. Before they reached the elevators, Brian looked up and met Justin's eyes. He didn’t smile, but Justin knew that Brian did that out of reflex – looked up to see if Justin was there, what he was doing, if he was ok. It was sweet, although he knew Brian would deny it if he brought it up.

"Fuck, he's hot," Devin said suddenly out of the blue.

Justin felt his blood begin to boil. "Who is?" he asked innocently.

Devin snorted. "Um, Brian, duh! Who else could it possibly be? All the crones in here and either old, bald or in denial about their fucking *sexual preference.* What a bunch of sad, pathetic losers! But Brian… man…"

"Oh. He's ok." He hid his smile. Brian was hot, no denying that fact.

"Ok? Man, are you fucking blind? He's gorgeous."

"I guess." Justin decided to play it cool.

Devin sighed. "I'm gonna get me some of that. Oh yea," he muttered under his breath, but Justin heard.

Justin saw red.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't tell me he isn't into cock. I see the way he watches me."

He sounded very sure of himself, which pissed Justin off immensely.

"How does he watch you?" Justin wanted to know.

Devin smirked. "He wants to fuck me. I know he wants me."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Justin snapped. "He has a boyfriend. One. That. He's. Very. Committed. To."

Lies, all lies, but Justin knew God would forgive him.

Devin snorted again. "So *he* IS gay then? Why didn't you just admit it?"

Justin turned away.

He heard Devin laugh behind him.

"I see what this is about," Dev said. "You want in on the play too, but he's not giving you the time of day, huh?"

"Fuck off."

"Hit a sore button?" Devin clicked his tongue. "Poor baby. But you're a little young, aren’t you, even for him?"

Justin rolled his eyes.

Absorbed in his own thoughts, Devin said, "I bet he'll let me suck him off if I asked… nicely, of course."

Justin ignored him… or tried his best to.

"His cock must be pretty big. Did you notice the size of his feet? You know what they say..."

Justin glared at him. He had heard enough.

"Will you shut the fuck up?"

Devin leaned close, his smirk back in place.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you how he was."

"Who says I don't already know?" It slipped out before Justin knew what he was saying. " I mean..." He found himself fumbling for words. "I mean, who's to say he isn't into blonds? Or that he doesn't like me more than you? That he just feels sorry for you?"

Devin snorted. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

Justin's eyes narrowed.

Devin laughed. "Oh wait, I forgot. You're a chicken."

Justin glared. "Fuck you."

"I'd rather fuck Brian."

Die. Die. Die, Justin chanted.

"So let's make a little wager," Devin suggested.

Justin cocked a brow.

"We're both working late with Brian tonight," Devin explained. "No one else is going to be here. I'd say the setting was perfect..."

"No way," Justin said.

"A hundred bucks."

Then again...

"So how do we determine the victor?"

Devin smirked. "Whoever has his dick up their ass?"

Justin gulped. What were the chances of that being Devin?

Slim to none... right?

Justin was positive he'd be a hundred dollars richer by the end of the night, at least in principle – even if he couldn’t ever let Devin know that he’d won the bet.

Or he could wind up broke AND broken hearted.

What had he said that night in Brian’s office?  “I know what I can expect from you.”

The problem was that this time he didn’t know what to expect. And it was killing him.  Maybe he needed to find out.  And there was only one way to do that.

To be continued...