Nice Hat


 

Brian trudged up the stairs, swearing loudly, and sweating profusely in the damn down-filled coat Justin had bought him for Christmas. Juggling his briefcase and a stack of files, he slid the loft door open to find a disaster area.

“What the fuck happened in here? Did fucking Katrina return just to destroy my loft?” Dropping his files on the desk, he ran a hand through his hair and impatiently stared at his lover.

“Um, well, I saw on the computer that today is National Pie Day, so I thought I’d bake you a pie, honey.” Justin bit his lower lip and wiped his flour covered hands on his jeans. Crossing the room to press a kiss on Brian’s lips, he stopped short. “Um, did we get a heat wave that I didn’t know about?” he asked.

“No,” Brian answered. “That fucking joke of an elevator is broken once again. I had to take those god awful stairs.”

“Not the stairs? Brian Kinney taking stairs! What has this world come to?”

“Shut the fuck up and quit avoiding the whole destroyed loft explanation. Just what happened here while I was off making a fortune selling cheap perfume to the gay masses?”

Justin kissed his partner again and headed back to the kitchen. Grabbing a potholder he yanked a freshly baked cherry pie from the oven and shoved some dishes into the sink before sitting it on the counter.

“I told you, I’m baking you a pie for Pie Day.” Justin turned to close the oven door and squealed with delight as Brian’s arms wrapped around him. “Um, I’m not dessert tonight, Bri.”

“Well since I’ve already had your cherry I guess I’ll be stuck eating this calorie soaked ‘pie’.” Brian silenced Justin’s protests with a kiss. Licking his lips and laughing he tugged the young man to the bedroom.

Before Brian had a chance to make a move, Justin pushed the brunet to the bed and straddled him. Covering him in kisses, Justin smiled as he found the one ticklish spot on his lover’s body, the spot only he knew. Brian squirmed and struggled to get free, but Justin held tighter to his arms.

“Tonight is my turn to take charge. Say it with me, Brian, I’m the Boss.”

“THE FUCK I WILL.”

Justin continued nibbling on Brian’s neck, giggling at the torture he knew he was enforcing. Before he knew it Brian had the upper hand and had flipped him over onto his back.

“So, you think you’re in charge just because you can bake? Think again Betty Cocker.”

After several minutes of kissing, Brian lay back on the bed and smiled wickedly, “Go for it, Sunshine.”

Justin yanked at the button of Brian’s pants, sending it flying across the room, followed quickly by the pants themselves. The pants were replaced with his mouth as he locked eyes with Brian.

Taking Brian’s cock deep in his mouth, Justin almost gagged when Brian came quickly.

“Damn,” he said, wiping his chin.

“Sorry, Sunshine. I’ll make it up to you. But first, how about a piece of that pie.”

“With melting vanilla ice cream?”

“You read my mind.”

Five minutes later, Justin was just cutting into the pie when Brian emerged from the bedroom with a black fedora covering a massive erection.

“Nice hat,” Justin managed before Brian lifted him up on the counter, forgetting all about Pie Day.

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