The Mouse Went Dancing Naked
"The mouse went dancing naked? What's the next thing these damn clients are going to want," Brian rambled on. It had been a few tough weeks at Kinnetic, and Mr. Brown had changed his mind once again on the visual for his jazz shoes.
"Brian, Justin's in your office," Cynthia called.
"Thanks," Brian said as he clicked his door shut for a moment of quiet with his partner, "Hey Sunshine, what's going on?"
"Just figured you might need stress relief," Justin sighed as he ran his hands through Brian's hair.
"Ahh," Brian sighed as he melted into his partner's touch.