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

It was ten minutes after seven when Brian walked through the door of the conference room, sticking to his 'it's always good to be fashionably late' rule. While he was always on time when meeting clients, Brian did not stick to the same rule with his employees.

Aside from subtly reminding them who was the boss, it also provided Brian with information as to how the agency's employees behaved when unsupervised.

To his delight, Justin and Devin were hard at work when he walked through the door, discussing, or more like arguing over which color to use for the layout.

He stood in the doorway, watching the two of them for a couple of minutes. They were so involved in their "conversation" that neither noticed him until Brian cleared his throat, announcing his presence.

"Mr. Kinney," Justin smiled at him and it took every ounce of self-control for Brian not to smile back. Instead, he pressed his lips together, walked around the long oval desk and settled down in the chair at the head of the desk.

"What have you got for me?" he asked, tossing a folder down on the smooth, shiny surface.

Justin bit his tongue to keep himself from saying what was really on his mind, what he *had* for Brian. He *had* something all right. Brian would just have to wait until later to get it.

He licked his lips at the delicious thought before becoming serious once more.

Motioning to the poster being displayed against an easel, Justin said, "Devin and I have been going over colours. I like white for the background and red for the images. It's more 3-D, more... I hate to say it, but *in.*"

"I think yellow would be a better option," Devin butted in. "Or even orange. Remember, it's the new *hot* colour."

Justin made a face at Devin. "No offense, but I think an artist has a better understanding of colors and tones than...well, you." He turned to Brian. "What do you think, Mr.Kinney?"

Brian did not miss the emphasis Justin put on his name and held back a grimace. When he had first told Justin to call him 'Mr. Kinney' while in the office, it was done to make sure that Justin did not forget his place - to remind him that even though they worked together, Brian was nothing more than his boss... and to eliminate any ideas the little twat had of getting back with him.

Obviously that plan had not worked.

When Justin wanted something, he got it - a quality that Brian very much admired in the young artist, a quality that he himself possessed.

Except, every time he heard Justin call him 'Mr.Kinney' now, Brian felt himself cringe. It was not only a reminder of the fact that he was older, but also, it never failed to bring back memories of their time apart.

Realizing that the two interns were staring at him expectantly, Brian cleared his throat and focused on the board. While yellow would have been his first choice, Brian only had to picture white and red together to realize that Devin didn't stand a chance.

"Orange's been over since last summer," Brian told Devin.

He was graced by another bright, self-satisfied smile on the blond's face.

Devin saw the look and his eyes narrowed.

Brian wondered what the hell was going on between the two boys. Clearing his throat, he said, "Now how about we get to work?"

Justin got comfortable to the right of Brian, while Devin took up the brunet's left.

Brian looked from one side to the other feeling like a stuffed rabbit. They had the entire room, but no, they had to cramp him up in the middle, barely giving him breathing space.

"The slogan's good," Justin commented sweetly.

"Thanks," Dev said smugly. "I helped Brian with it."

Justin nearly choked on his snort.

Brian sighed. "Devin, it's a team effort. Remember?"

"Yes, of course," Devin responded. "I just meant that you and I worked closely together on it."

The intern moved closer and lowered his voice. "As a team."

Brian held the man's gaze for a moment before steering the topic back on track. "A couple of color schemes and a slogan are not gonna do it. The Gentronics reps are coming in tomorrow. We need to have more than a concept. We need something solid. Something we can sell."

"And what's the best way to sell something?" Devin asked with a grin. "With sex of course. Right, Brian?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Let me guess - something *Brian* taught you?"

"Among many other things, yes," Devin responded snottily.

"Mr. Kinney," Brian said sternly. "I'm your boss, not your fucking friend."

Justin smirked at Devin, tossing the other boy a smug look which did not go past Brian.

"That goes for you too, Taylor," Brian said harshly. Ignoring Justin's shocked expression, Brian said, "Now, can we get to fucking work or are you two girls gonna bitch and complain all night?"

Devin became sharp. He spat out idea after idea to Brian. It was obvious that the kid had done his homework.

Justin sat in stunned silence.

"No, that won't work."

"That's better."

"How about if we blend these two images together?"

"Or we could separate them."

"Yeah, that would work too."

Justin's head moved back and forth as he tried to pay attention.

"What do you think, Taylor?" Brian asked, forgetting for a moment that the blond was still in the room.

Justin turned pale. "Um... I like it."

"Which idea?" Devin persisted, his grin wide when he realized the blond's clueless dilemma.

Justin glared.

Brian tapped his fingers against the smooth surface of the desk, waiting for Justin's response. When no sound came, Brian arched his eyebrow, hoping Justin would get the point. He couldn't understand why his lover had barely said a word in the past fifteen minutes. It was completely unlike Justin, who was usually a quick learner. The boy already knew more than some employees who had been at Vanguard for years.

"Taylor?" Brian asked when Justin seemed to have lost his ability to speak.

Justin gave Brian a pleading look.

If it were anyone else, Brian would have told them off about slacking off on the job, but Justin... well... the blond could get away with anything. To not raise suspicion though, Brian shot him a quick look and said, "Try to stay with us, ok?"

Justin nodded and raced a hand through his hair.

Devin lifted the layout, his eyes scrutinizing. "You know what would add a *sweet* touch to this?"

Brian cocked a brow.

"A puppy," Devin said, his eyes twinkling.

Justin lifted a brow, confused.

"Picture him," Dev said excitedly. "An adorable Jack Russell puppy with sunglasses on. And we could have the slogan... um... well, we could work on that part later."

"A dog?" Justin said in disbelief. "In sunglasses? Wouldn't that be bad for his eyes?"

Brian ignored the blond and broke into a huge smile. "I like it. It might actually work. Win the women over and the dog lovers."

Justin felt the urge to gag.

"Do you have a better idea?" Devin snarled at him.

"Well, no offense, but you're trying to sell sunglasses, not chicken and rice treats."

"Like I said," Brian interrupted. "Women are the..."

"That may very well be the case," Justin cut in. "But nobody's gonna buy a pair of sunglasses just because they see a cute little puppy wearing them."

Brian sat back, surprised and impressed by Justin's forwardness. Finally, the blond sounded like the man he knew and... well, there was no need to go there at that point in time.

"Teenage girls would..." Devin tried to butt in, but Justin once again cut him off.

"Teenage girls would not be able to buy a pair of sunglasses for a hundred and fifty bucks," the blond argued. "And they'd be hard-pressed to explain to their parents why they want sunglasses that some dog is wearing. Teenagers want cool. Something that would make them look older. Adult. Not something that would make them look like a fucking dog."

Brian pursed his lips in order not to smile. Justin was on a roll.

Devin smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I think you may be onto something," he said, nodding. Latching onto Justin's idea, he added, "We could have that new chick, that Bynes girl... she can help us market the shades."

"No, that -" Justin started.

"Vanity is doing a spread of her in the upcoming weeks," Devin continued, ignoring Justin's attempt to interrupt. "If we could get those shades on the fucking cover with her, we'd be set."

Justin glared. Devin had totally taken his idea and blown it through the roof.

Brian was smiling proudly at the brunet, his eyes beaming. "That's fucking brilliant... even though I have no fucking idea who this bitch is."

Justin gritted his teeth. Left up to Devin, they would still be trying to market the fucking shades on a well-coifed mutt. Brian should be congratulating Justin, not the other intern.

"She's never going to do it," Justin said meanly, his focus fixed on bursting Devin's bubble. "And Vanguard doesn't have the kind of money she'll demand."

Brian nodded. "We'll keep her as an option though."

Devin sighed. "I suppose."

Getting off his chair, Justin twirled his pen between his fingers. "I have another option that you may not like, but I think it might work."

"Tell me," Brian said softly, his eyes encouraging.

Justin took a deep breath. "What do you think about a comic spread?"

"Huh?" Dev butted in.

Brian silenced him with a look. Turning back to Justin, he asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Justin smiled. "Well, I'm thinking of the Power puff girls -"

Devin snorted. "Oh come on, Taylor!"

"What's wrong with them?" Justin demanded.

"They're fucking annoying!"

Brian thought he saw steam coming out of Justin's ears.

"Let him talk," Brian said coldly.

"Thank you," Justin said, his eyes boring into Devin's still. "Now, we have enough talent at Vanguard to do our own comic spread."

"It would be something like the Oxy guy, I suppose?" Dev asked, obviously warming up to the idea.

Justin nodded.

Brian stood up and sat partly on the desk. Crossing his arms across his chest, he said, "That's not bad. We could include some humor there as well. Sunglasses aren't the easiest things to sell that way though."

"I agree," Dev said.

"Perhaps a billboard would be best then?" Justin pointed out.

"Perhaps," Brian replied. "But not without a face. A face is what we need to sell these things to bratty teenagers." He lifted a pink pair for the boys to see. Slipping them on, he saw Justin’s smirk and immediately felt the urge to kiss it off his lover's face.

"What's so funny?" Brian asked teasingly. "Not into pink?"

Justin chuckled. "I think those shades suit you."

Devin agreed. "They make you look hot."

Both Brian and Justin turned to look at him. He shrugged. "What? It's the truth."

Brian laughed. "Maybe I will keep them then." He winked at Devin, something that did not go past Justin.

"Shouldn't we focus on the ad?" Justin asked, trying to end the cute little moment the other two men had going.

Brian took the glasses off and placed them back in on the desk. "What else did you come up with, Taylor?"

Just then there was a knock on the door and a receptionist peeped inside.

"Mr. Kinney, your food is here," the woman said.

Brian nodded. "Thanks."

The woman disappeared, appearing again a couple minutes later with two pizza boxes.

Brian thanked her again and stood up. Walking around the desk, he opened both boxes - his way of letting the other two men in the room know that they were free to come up and eat.

Devin immediately was at his side, swiping three slices. He brought one slice to his mouth. A long string of cheese hung from the pizza in Devin's hand. The young man smiled at Brian, then raised his hand with the pizza above his face and slowly lowered it his mouth.

Brian watched the show, which is exactly what it was. He might not have known exactly what was going on, but he wasn't born yesterday. The new intern was trying to seduce him. Brian fought the urge to laugh at that notion.

It was an easy task when his eyes settled on the blond member of this late night team. Justin remained in his seat. Brian expected him to by now be at the least finishing up his second slice of pizza since his lover rarely had problems with his appetite.

Justin raised his eyes to meet Brian's and quickly looked away. Now Brian KNEW that something was wrong. The little twinges and weird feelings from earlier all added up to the same thing. Except, Brian had no idea what that thing might be.

"Aren't you hungry?" Brian asked the younger man.

Justin looked up again, holding Brian's gaze a little longer this time. "I...uh..." he cleared his throat and stood up.”I'm fine. I'll be right back."

With that Justin walked out of the room, leaving the dumbfounded Brian and the couldn't-care-less Devin alone.

"He's weird," Devin said over a mouthful of pizza. "I guess most artists are," he snickered.

Brian tossed his half-eaten slice of pizza back on the plate, having lost his appetite as well.

Wiping his fingers with a napkin, Brian left the conference room as well. He wasn't sure where he was going or even why he was going there. He would have been more than happy to be able to write off whatever was going on to Justin having one of his queening-out moments. Yet, something inside him wouldn't let him. It wouldn't allow him to let go so easily.

Taking a chance that the younger man just needed a moment alone, Brian walked down the hall toward the men's bathroom. From the first glance, the place looked empty. Brian walked inside, checking every stall individually. Getting to the last one, he pushed the door open.

Justin was sitting on the closed toilet seat, head in his hands. When the door hit the side wall, the blond's head shot up, his eyes locking onto Brian's.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked slowly; cautiously.

Justin licked his lips. He hadn't expected Brian to follow him. He thought he could just come down here and gather his thoughts. And try to forget the seductive looks passing between Brian and Devin. It was obvious they wanted to fuck each other.

On any given day, Justin would have told Devin off and ensured Brian's dick stayed in his pants. But, now it was awkward. He and Brian had only just gotten back together. He wasn't sure what liberties he was allowed anymore and didn't want to over step his boundaries.

If Brian fucked Devin, he would be ok. Ok, so maybe he was lying to himself. He honestly didn't care who Brian fucked, but... he KNEW Devin. He worked with Devin. Hence the potential for disaster.

"Well?" Brian pressed, coming further into the stall and closing the door behind him.

Justin sighed. "Nothing, I have a headache."

Brian didn't look like he believed him.

"It helps to be in a dark space," Justin told him. "You know that. Cool, dark room."

Brian nodded. Stooping to his knees, he pulled Justin forward gently and started touching the blond head. His fingers focused on making concentric circles at the blond temples.

"You want a glass of water?" Brian asked softly.

"No, thanks," Justin said quietly.

They stayed like that for long minutes, silent.

Finally, Brian asked, "Are you feeling better yet?"

Justin pulled away, nodded. "Thanks." He stood up. "We'd better go back."

"Devin's probably finished the box," Brian joked.

Justin faked a smile, which did not go past Brian.

Once outside the stall, Brian tugged on Justin’s shirt to pull him back against him. "Now that the headache's all gone, are you going to tell me what's bugging you?"

"It's nothing," Justin insisted.

"Justin."

Justin sighed. "Drop it."

"No, I will not *drop it.* Not until you tell me what's wrong!"

"I've got a fucking headache," Justin snapped.

Brian let him go roughly, shooting him a disgusted look before walking towards the door.

Justin swallowed. It was now or never.

"I don't want you to fuck Devin."

Brian stopped cold in his tracks. That came out of nowhere and Brian wasn't entirely sure how to even respond. He settled for a simple question. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that, Brian. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

The ad exec arched his eyebrow, waiting for some sort of an explanation of what the fuck had been going on.

"The little dance you two are doing. Don't think I haven't noticed. The one on one meetings. The 'oh, good job, Devin'," Justin had finally found an outlet for all his frustration and he wasn't stopping now.

Brian couldn't believe his ears. For a moment there he felt like he was stuck in a nightmare where he was the star of some badly-written daytime drama. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he hissed at Justin.

"No. I'm thinking pretty clearly, actually," Justin glared at him.

"Obviously, your headache has clouded your judgment because otherwise you would see that there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Devin," Brian ground out. "Not that it would have been any of your business if there was."

Justin took a step back, feeling as though he'd just been punched in the face.

"Remember, we have no locks on our doors," Brian was quick to remind him.

Justin felt his blood begin to boil. "How could I forget that, Brian?" he asked bitterly. "You remind me of that little fact every time you walk off with another fucking trick!"

"Don't give me that shit," Brian shook his head. "You take full advantage of all the benefits of having an open...whatever." Brian nearly choked over using the 'r' word in the sentence. "Isn't that right, Sunshine?" The words were dripping with bitterness. "That's why you came crawling back to me in the first place, isn't it? The freedom to fuck anything that moves."

Justin's mouth fell open in shock. He couldn't believe Brian had just told him that. "Is... is that what you really think, Brian?" he asked cautiously, moving back slightly as if being too close to the brunet was likely to harm him in some way.

"Well, what else would it be? It wasn't for the stupid one-liners cheesy enough to make you weak at the knees," Brian spat out, moving forward. "It wasn't for the chocolate first thing in the fucking morning." He took another step closer while Justin tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and Brian. "It wasn't for some ten-dollar ring I put on your cute little finger," Brian's voice dropped as he pressed Justin against the wall, closing off any route of escape to the blond.

Brian ran his right hand down Justin's stomach, covering the front of Justin's pants with the palm of his hand and squeezing the blond's cock. He pressed his forehead against Justin's, his lover's breath hot on his skin. 

"It was for this. The feeling of my hand on your cock," Brian murmured as he squeezed the blond's dick tighter. "And my mouth on your neck." He dipped his head and licked Justin's neck. "And my dick up your ass," he whispered against Justin's ear.

Justin felt himself respond, he grew weak in the knees. It was the truth. He wanted Brian like a dog on a bone. But Brian was wrong - it wasn't all about cock.

Using all of his willpower, Justin pushed the other man away.

"You're wrong, Brian," Justin said softly. "It's not all about sex - it was NEVER only about sex for me."

"It's always about sex, Justin," Brian responded, letting go of Justin and taking a step back. He had made his point. And as much as he wanted to take the man right there and then, he couldn't. The next move was Justin's.

"Even when it isn't about sex, it still is about sex," Brian continued. 

"All those ridiculously romantic notions you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours, they are ALL about sex. Wants. Needs. Urges. See, it always comes back to that tiny three-letter word. Sex."

Justin swallowed as he fought to remain calm. "And what about love?" It became harder to not let his emotions show when Brian moved closer, staring him straight in the eye.

Brian stared down into a pair of sapphire blues for what seemed like forever. Finally he let his features soften. "It's just a word," he said quietly.

"It's more than that," Justin shook his head. "It's what you feel."

"It's what everybody else tells you to feel," Brian argued, looking away. 

He hated that fucking word, cursing every time he had ever heard it.

"I know what I feel," Justin shouted. Brian turned to look at him. "And you know what I feel too," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Justin moved to stand face to face with Brian. "The only thing that you don't know is what you feel."

Brian inhaled sharply, forcing himself to hold Justin's gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, the air becoming thick and heavy.

"Knowing what I feel was never a problem," Brian finally said, surprised by the quiver in his voice.

"Wasn't that the biggest problem of all, Brian?" Justin challenged. "You think you don't care, you try to believe that, but I'm onto you. I was - from day one."

Brian refused to comment.

Justin placed his palms against Brian's chest and leaned in to kiss his lover. His mouth inches away from Brian's, he said, "Show me how much you don't care about me, Brian..." He licked at the brunet's lips before whispering, "Fuck me."

Brian ground his lips against the blond's, sucking on the younger man's tongue until the tiniest of whimpers escaped. Pushing Justin hard up against the bathroom wall, Brian covered his lover's dick with his own, pressing tightly. He could feel Justin's cock straining against the material of his pants, his own dick reacting similarly.

Pulling away and ending the kiss, Brian tugged at his collar before holding on to both ends of his shirt, pulling on the material until the buttons all flew off in varying directions. Justin pushed Brian's shirt off, his eyes taking in the delicious, creamy skin now on display. Without thinking, he followed Brian's action and allowed his own shirt to drop to the floor.

Licking his lips, his eyes met Brian. "Love me," he said, his expression challenging.

Brian glared, fire in his eyes. He gripped on to Justin's chin tightly and pushed the blond head back against the wall, his mouth sinking below to taste the pale neck before covering a delicate earlobe.

Justin gasped at the sensation. His dick felt as though it were bursting in his pants. His fingers found his manhood through his pants and he began stroking it eagerly.

Brian pushed Justin's hand away and replaced it with his own. As his mouth searched lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind, his fingers deftly got the blond's zip down and his hand connected with the overflowing cock.

Justin moaned. "Oh, fuck," he gasped, when Brian rubbed his thumb against his slit. He began tossing his head from side to side, his need to cum becoming intense.

Brian realized the blond was fast reaching the point of no return. He removed his hand and turned Justin around. Slipping both of their pants off, he slid a condom onto his cock and made Justin face the wall.

"You want to know how much I care about your tight little ass?" Brian whispered angrily against Justin's face.

"Yes!" Justin pleaded. "Show me."

Brian bit into a creamy shoulder as he entered the boy with one full thrust. Justin squeezed his eyes close, his fingers trying to latch onto the walls.

Easing out of the tight tunnel, Brian thrust in again, this time faster and harder.

He watched the emotions flipping across Justin's face, the intense pleasure.

Reaching his hand down, he grabbed a hold of Justin's cock and roughly stroked it, the cum covering his hand like silky cream.

"You like that," Brian asked when he heard Justin moan.

Justin pressed his face tight up against the wall and prayed for release.

He came all over Brian's hand.

"Oh, fuck," he whimpered.

Brian licked at the bite mark he'd left on the boy's shoulder. He pulled out of the hole slowly, enjoying the tightness that always welcomed him there. Removing the condom from his dick, he made a move towards the bin to toss it out when he saw the other man standing there.

Devin.

Fuck.

Devin raised a brow in surprise.

Justin, still unaware, came up next to Brian to slip his arms around his lover's waist.

"You so love me," he said childishly. "You care about me. You want to be my steady fuck for the rest of ..." He paused when his eyes landed on Devin.

Without any words being passed between them, Devin opened his wallet and removed two fifty dollar bills. He dropped them at the floor at Justin's feet and walked off.

"Fuck," Justin said after another minute of silence. Stooping to the floor, he picked up the money. "A hundred bucks. Wow. I can get those low waist, boot cut jeans at the GAP now."

Brian glared at him.

"What?" Justin asked. "You don't like the GAP?"

"Why did he give you money?"

Justin decided to come clean. "We had a sort of bet." He explained the mechanics of the deal.

Brian was not amused.

"Is that what this queenie session was about?" he angrily asked. "To win a hundred bucks by getting me to fuck you, so you could go gloat to Devin?"

"You know that's not true."

"You should've told me, Justin."

"I'm sorry."

Brian shook his head at the blond as he put on his clothes. When they were both fully dressed, minus their shirt buttons, they started to walk towards the exit. Brian pulled the blond back.

"Hang on," he said.

"What?"

Brian opened his palm and waited.

Justin stared at the hand in amazement. "No way."

"Yes way."

Sighing, Justin grumbled under his breath, "Fucking unfair."

He placed the two fifties in Brian's hand, watched his lover pocket the bills.

"Now come here," Brian demanded.

Justin accepted the sweet kiss on his lips, but not without pouting noticeably first.

"I'll take you shopping this weekend," Brian promised. "If you can stay out of trouble for the rest of the fucking week."

Justin beamed at him.

"And no more wagers, Justin."

"Whatever you say, honey."

Brian pinched him, causing him to howl.

"Shhh. Now let's get out of here," Brian said, entwining his hand with Justin's.

Justin smiled. "We can go back to the loft and you could show me how much you don't care some more."

Brian rolled his eyes.

He would show him all right. Even if it took all night. Or the rest of their lives.

He gagged at the thought.

Brian Kinney was getting sappy. Not possible.

Where were those fucking razorblades when you needed them?

"And I'll show you how much I *don't* care," Justin was saying.

Brian inwardly groaned. He'd make a pit stop at a 7/11 and get an entire box of razors and a couple of cords, just to be on the safe side - in case it didn't work the first time.

Justin was seriously going to be the death of him.

July 16 - 2003