Ripped Off
“What the fuck is that?” Brian asked as he shoved the loft door closed and spied Justin working at the kitchen counter.
“It’s my new helper.”
“What are you?” Brian demanded. “Three?”
“I bought it over the internet,” Justin replied as if that explained everything.
“And how much did you get ripped off for?”
“I didn’t get ripped off,” Justin said defending his decision to buy this new gadget.
“Is that right?”
Justin could hear the skepticism in Brian’s voice. “It only cost $18.98.”
“Plus shipping.”
“Well, um … yeah,” Justin admitted.
“So twenty-five bucks later you have a piece of junk that does what?” Brian asked.
“It makes the perfect cup of tea.”
“I didn’t know you drank tea. I thought you were a coffee man.”
“I like both. Sometimes tea hits the spot.”
“And how does this make the perfect cup of tea?” Brian inquired sarcastically as he moved closer to the counter to get a better look at the new gizmo, after dropping his briefcase by the door.
“You hook the teabag around the beak and the penguin dunks the teabag for however long you program it for. Then it lifts the bag out so your tea doesn’t get too strong in case you forget it,” Justin explained.
Brian observed the teabag sitting in the mug of hot water. Hi skepticism was very evident. “It doesn’t heat the water or automatically throw in a teabag? It just dunks?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been ripped off,” Brian declared.
“Have not.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. “You’re pathetic.”
“Just because you don’t approve of my Penguin Teaboy doesn’t make me pathetic,” Justin refuted.
“Penguin Teaboy? Is that what that piece of shit is called?”
“It’s not a piece of shit.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Brian said dismissively. “When you’re done playing with your new toy, clean up this mess.” Brian indicated the pile of used teabags in the sink.
“It’s not a mess,” Justin objected. “I’m just trying to determine the exact amount of time that the teabag needs to be in the water, then I can set the timer accordingly. And voila, I’ll have the perfect cup of tea.”
Brian snorted. “And it’s taken twenty teabags to figure that out. This is going to be one expensive cup of tea by the time you get it figured out. It might be cheaper to call Starbucks and arrange for daily delivery.”
“You’re a very mean man, Brian Kinney.”
Brian gave another snort as he headed up to the shower.
Justin stared after his lover for a few seconds then turned his attention back to his tea. He made several more attempts to get his tea just right before he heard Brian come out of the bathroom and start getting dressed.
With a sigh Justin set the timer on the Penguin Teaboy and poured boiling water into his mug. He just about had it right.
“Aren’t you done yet?” Brian asked as he came down the steps. He was wearing some sweatpants and nothing else. Justin was enjoying the view as he waited for his tea to brew. Brian walked around the counter and peered over Justin’s shoulder into the mug. He made sure to breathe into Justin’s ear while he did so.
“Um,” Justin said biting his lip, “you smell good.”
“No shit!” Brian chuckled.
“Really good,” Justin said turning to slide into Brian’s arms that were suddenly around him. Justin wrapped his arms around the familiar neck. “So very good,” he repeated.
“You don’t have time for … this. Your tea will get cold,” Brian reminded him.
“Fuck the tea!”
Brian grinned before he covered Justin’s lips with his own. The kiss quickly escalated as Brian pressed Justin back against the counter while his tongue pressed into Justin’s mouth. He got a moan in response and knew this was heading in the right direction.
As Brian began removing clothes from his young lover, the timer on the Penguin Teaboy went off, up went the beak and the teabag came out of the water.
“Your tea is ready,” Brian said with a smirk leaning back and stopping his actions.
“I said fuck the tea,” Justin groaned, pulling Brian back against his body.
“If you’re not going to use your new toy, then you really did get ripped off.”
“I beg to differ,” Justin said trying to maintain a coherent thought as Brian’s tongue was licking all over him. “I can spend my money on whatever I want. But right now, what I want is you.”
“On a timer?” Brian asked wickedly.
“No, not on a timer,” Justin replied indignantly. “Will you forget about the tea thing?”
“Only if you do.”
“Forgotten,” Justin stated as he knocked the Penguin Teaboy into the sink.
“Wasteful,” Brian replied as he dragged Justin towards the bedroom.
“It was just an experiment.”
“I can think of a better experiment that we can conduct in bed,” Brian told his lover.
“So can I.”
Brian chuckled. “And it will be much better than tea.”
“Undoubtedly,” Justin said. “And we won’t need a timer.”
“Definitely not,” Brian agreed as he tumbled them onto the bed.
The penguin took that moment to buzz once again. They stopped for a split second and looked at each other.
“Trash,” they said in unison before wrapping themselves around each other once again, and starting their whole new experiment.
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