Gotcha!

 

“No, I didn’t.”

 

“Yes Brian, I know that you did,” Justin says to Brian with a small laugh.

 

“I told you that it’s your imagination, and I didn’t,” Brian says more forcefully this time.

 

Justin is in the kitchen preparing dinner.  Brian is walking towards him, having come out of their bedroom after changing from his work clothes.  He has an unpleasant look plastered on his face and directed at Justin.  He isn’t happy with the accusations directed at him.  He enters the kitchen as Justin looks up at him from the pot he’s stirring.  Justin is quite amused with the situation.

 

“Brian, I know what I tasted when you kissed me hello.  I am quite shocked, but remember who you’re talking to here.  When it comes to food, any kind of food, I’m the expert.”

 

Brian has to concede that point.  Justin loves food and could usually tell from taste alone what ingredients were in whatever he ate.  It is a talent he possesses.  A lame one with pretty much no potential for anything though.  Never the less, Justin has this ability.  Brian is starting to feel that he is not going to get out of this one.  Justin isn’t going to just let it slide.

 

“Okay, I know all about you and your freaky taste buds.  But, I am still telling you that you’re wrong.  I didn’t do it.”  Brian is sure that Justin has got him, so he turns and walks away, putting an end to the discussion.  He moves to sit in front of the TV, turns it on and flips the channels with the converter, letting Justin know that he is done talking.

 

Justin watches Brian walk away, knowing that he has ended their discussion and laughs to himself.  “Brian can be such a baby sometimes,” he whispers under his breath.

 

The next morning Justin is gathering the clothes to take to the dry cleaners.  He is going through all their pockets to make sure they hadn’t left anything in them.  He forgot to do this the last time and ended up taking in Brian’s suit, with his passport left in his jacket pocket.  Luckily Mr. Mason, the owner of the dry cleaners they used, had found it before he started to do their order.  Brian was still not pleased, but couldn’t say too much since he was the one who left it in his pocket in the first place.

 

The clothes were pretty much empty.  He did find a couple of restaurant bills in one of Brian’s suits and some business cards.  People were always slipping Brian their business cards, and not always for business reasons.

 

Justin was picking up the last suit off the floor to check it.  He realizes that it is the one that Brian was wearing yesterday.  He remembers this because he always loves seeing his lover in this dark gray Armani suit.  It is tailored so well and fits his long lean body like a glove.  He feels himself getting hard just thinking about it.

 

He shakes his head to stop those thoughts and continues with his task.  He puts his hand in the pants pockets, finding a condom and small tube of lube.  Justin smiles to himself.  That’s Brian – always prepared.  He moves to the other pocket of the pants, but finds nothing.  He throws them with the rest of the clothes he’s been gathering. 

 

He picks up the suit jacket, checks the pockets and finds nothing.  He starts to throw the suit in the pile of already checked clothes, then remembers the inside pocket.  That’s where he forgot to check the last time, missing the passport.  Not wanting that hassle again, he sticks his hand in to feel for anything.  He hears a sort of crackling noise and feels something all crumpled up.  He grasps it in his fingers and pulls it out.

 

“No fucking way.  I knew it!”  Justin is stunned, but also smiling broadly because now he knows for sure that he was right.  “Brian thinks he can pull one over on me, the master.  He’s got another thing coming.”  Justin gathers all the clothes for the cleaners but before he leaves the loft he puts the proof from Brian’s pocket in his knapsack for safekeeping.

 

Later that evening Brian walks into the loft and sees Justin sitting at the dinning room table working on his computer.

 

“Hey.”

 

“Hey,” Justin answers back.

 

Brian moves over to Justin and bends to give him a kiss hello.  Justin returns the kiss and smiles.

 

The older man moves past his lover into the bedroom to change into his clothes for the evening.  Justin waits until Brian is in their bedroom and goes to his knapsack to retrieve the item he’d put there earlier and then makes his way towards his lover.

 

Brian’s back is turned away from the entrance to the bedroom and doesn’t see Justin as he approaches.  Justin has a smile on his face because he knows that there is no way for Brian to argue with him now.  He has the proof.

 

“I took all the clothes to the dry cleaners like you asked me to this morning.” Justin says to his lover’s back.

 

“Thanks.”  Brian doesn’t turn around.

 

“Remember last time when you left your passport in one of your suits by mistake?” Justin asks his lover, a small smile beginning on his face.

 

“Yeah, good thing they found it or I would have had to go through a lot of shit to replace it.”  Brian turns slightly to direct his comment at the younger man, and then turns back to continue undressing.

 

“Well, I made sure to check ALL the pockets this time.  I didn’t want a repeat of last time.”  Justin can barely contain his growing smile.

 

“Good.”  Brian isn’t really paying attention as he pulls out his black jeans and fitted snap-up black shirt from the closet.

 

“And it seems that you forgot something again.”  Justin barely gets the words out around his huge smile.

 

Brian turns to see what Justin is talking about as he begins to snap-up his shirt.  He sees the huge smile plastered on Justin’s smug looking face, then focuses on the object his lover is holding up in his hands for Brian to view.

 

The older man freezes instantly upon recognizing the item in Justin’s hand.

 

“Fuck!”  Brian roughly mutters with a shake of his head.  He should know better already and vows next time to just give up without a fight.

 

Justin waves the smoothed-out wrapper of a ‘chocolate covered ice cream bar’ in his hands.  Taunting Brian.  He knew what he tasted in Brian’s kiss yesterday when he came home.

 

Justin looks at his lover with a ‘shit-eating’ grin on his face and says just one word.

 

“Gotcha!”

 

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