April Is the Cruelest Month

Brian was bent over some documents at his desk – seemingly mightily absorbed therein. Justin – on the other hand – was sprawled all over the couch – gazing aimlessly into space.

"You know what, Brian," the bored blond opined, "I think I'll go on a cruise the first couple of weeks of next April …."

"Good idea," Brian agreed, as he erased some figures on the document in front of him.

"You didn't even hear what I said, Kinney," Justin grinned. "I might as well not even be here …."

"Nope, Sunshine." Brian put aside his eraser grinning back at the kid. "It's like `written in the stars' that you should be here. Otherwise I could get my income tax finished – thereby satisfying Uncle Sam – keeping me out of Leavenworth and maybe getting me a little refund too. It would all be too easy. You're definitely part of the scenario – like the clear-as-a-bell instructions that the IRS provides. All necessary parts of the fun …."

"Now that's really romantic, BK," Justin had to laugh. "So I remind you of the tax instructions from the IRS …"

"Except that you're always around and the IRS comes around only once a year, Baby," Brian explained. "So you keep me in the proper condition to deal with them when April comes along …."

"Gee whiz, Brian," Justin told him, "I guess I don't even know all the things I do for you …."

"No you don't, Sweetheart," Brian smiled. "And maybe that's better because you know enough things you do for me to be reminding me rather constantly …."

"Brian," Justin reasoned. "The company has lawyers and accountants. They could polish off your taxes for you faster and better than you can for yourself …."

"They do the company taxes, Kiddo," Brian pointed out, "but I like to do my personal stuff myself …."

"Because you don't want them to know some things – like how much stuff you give away," Justin understood. "Well then you could like – have some professional you don't know do your taxes for you …."

"Like you do maybe, Taylor?" Brian laughed. "Like I'd take my tax stuff to some temporary worker in some kiosk in some dollar store …."

"You're hopeless, Kinney," Justin laughed. "So I repeat what I said earlier that you didn't hear: `I think I'll take a cruise the first couple of weeks of next April' …."

"No you won't either, Baby," Brian disagreed. "Because when I get finished with my couple of hours with the IRS, I don't want to spend a romantic evening with the IRS …."

"I didn't know," Justin told him

"Yes you did," Brian told him back.

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