Magic

"Fuck! This is a fucking disaster!"

"Brian, what's wrong?" Justin asked from the kitchen. He could hear the man bitching up a storm in the bedroom.

"My best fucking Armani is ruined," Brian whined.

"Ruined? What happened? You just wore it last night," Justin said reasonably as he continued to make his peanut butter and banana sandwich.

"I was at a client's home for dinner," Brian explained. "His fucking wife served rhubarb crisp for dessert."

"What's rhubarb crisp?"

"Like apple crisp, you know, with a crumbly top but with rhubarb underneath."

"I bet you loved that!" Justin laughed.

"She would have had to add at least 100 000 tablespoons of sugar to make it edible."

"And was it? Edible, I mean?"

"Barely! It was so fucking sweet that she must have doubled or tripled the usual amount of sugar."

Justin chuckled. "Sounds yummy."

"I'm sure you would have enjoyed every sickeningly sweet mouthful."

"I'm sure I would have too. So why didn't you take me with you?"

Brian frowned. "They're straight … and they have kids."

"Afraid we'd scar the little ones for life … seeing the big, bad ad exec and his little twink at their table?"

"Twink, my ass," Brian snorted.

"Hey, I'm still twinkable," Justin giggled, "even if some of us aren't."

"You are going to pay for that later."

"And I can hardly wait," Justin said grinning. "So what happened to Mr. Armani? It's not like you to spill food on yourself."

Brian glared at Justin. "I did not spill food on myself."

"Then what?"

"We ate with the fucking children. When dessert was served the kids got up and started moving around. The little girl, April … who the fuck name's their child after a month?"

"What about April?"

"She kind of took a fancy to me."

"She did?" Justin asked with wide eyes. "I wish I'd been there."

"I wish you had to. Then she probably would have gone after you."

"So what happened?"

"She came and leaned on my knee and studied my face while I played with the fucking rhubarb crisp. Next thing I know she's climbing up into my lap and she wants me to feed her that muck."

Justin was laughing out loud. He could just picture Brian and his little charge. "Aw, she loved you."

"Shut up! She doesn't love me, but she loved the rhubarb crisp."

"Oh?"

"Ate most of my portion for which I will be eternally grateful."

"Of course."

"When she's had enough her mother says 'Thank Mr. Kinney, honey'. So she gives me a rhubarb smooch and then buries her face against my lapel. And that's the fucking disaster. I have rhubarb caked on the lapel of my Armani."

"But I bet she was cute," Justin laughed.

"Well … maybe … a little."

"The cleaners will probably be able to get it out."

"They fucking better!"

"What did her parents say about it?"

"Her mother apologized and tried to wipe it off. I think that just drove it farther into the fabric."

"Yeah, sometimes it's better to leave a stain alone."

"I told her father that I expected his advertising budget to go from $250 000 to at least $350 000 next year."

"That's a silver lining. And I'm sure your suit will be all right," Justin said finishing half his sandwich. "Want some?" he asked holding out the plate to Brian.

"I've had enough messy foods, thank you very much," he snarked.

"Grouch!"

"Well, I love this suit."

"Want me to wave my magic wand over the spot and see if it disappears?"

"Since when did you get a magic wand?"

"I've always had one," Justin said with a grin. "Want me to show you?"

Brian stared at Justin wondering what he was getting at. "Yeah."

Justin set down the last part of his sandwich and slowly began unzipping his jeans.

"Oh, that wand!" Brian said smacking himself in the forehead.

"Of course."

"But I didn't know it had magic properties," Brian said.

"Yes, you did. Just think how many times it has brought you out of a foul mood, made you smile, made you have the greatest sex of your life." Justin began stroking himself as he watched Brian's face begin to smile at the sight. He could see activity in Brian's pants too. "See, don't you feel better already?"

"I'll feel much better when the magic is up my ass."

"You mean that?" Justin smiled one of his best. Brian nodded. "Then let's get started."

"Don't you want to finish eating your sandwich?"

Justin shook his head. "Maybe when I'm finished with you, I'll just wave my magic wand and someone will make me another one."

"You think so?"

"I most definitely do," Justin purred pulling Brian's wifebeater over his head.

"You may just be right about that."

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