Devil's Playground

Chapter 12

Brian was in a peaceful place half asleep but not quite awake. He stretched his leg muscles under the nice warm duvet. Brian rolled over on his side and stretched out his arm intending to pull his little blond closer. His hand hit the cold sheets. He groaned and opened his eyes, no Justin. Then he remembered that Justin hadn't stayed the night. He ran his hand through his sleep tussled hair and blew out a puff of air. That was the first time that he had remembered reaching for Justin in his sleep. It was official; he was turning into a hopeless lesbian. He stretched and turned off the alarm before it could go off. Maybe he could get Justin to spend the night more often. He never thought that he would actually mind sharing his bed, waking up next to someone. No not someone … Justin.

Brian's hand snaked under the depths of the warm blankets. His hand rested on his stomach. As he thought of Justin, his hand inched lower gripping his morning hard on. He kept his strokes feather light at first, teasing touches to get his blood pumping. He imagined Justin was here with him, touching him just the way he liked. Brian moaned deep in his throat. He spread his legs further apart. His other hand played with his balls. He could feel the precum bubbling at his slit. He rubbed his thumb through it, making the head of his cock slick. Brian growled low in his throat. He picked up the pace a bit. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he fisted his cock. His back arched and he grunted as he came suddenly. Brian's hand and stomach were sticky with his hot morning cum.

He threw back the blankets and padded into the bathroom. He got the shower started and stepped under the hot spray and began soaping himself. After he was clean and awake he went through his other morning rituals. As he walked into the bedroom clad only in a small red towel he stopped and took in his new bed. A smile played across his lips. It was really a great bed. Something occurred to him though.

He should get a new mattress. He had a new bed; it only stood to reason that he get a new mattress. It was only a small oversight. He had been a bit distracted when Justin was putting the frame together. He would order one on line and with any luck the new one would arrive before he and Justin had another sleepover. Then they could christen it together. He selected a suit and began to dress. When he checked the time he knew he would have to forego coffee. He'd pick some up on the way.

Brian strode confidently through the office with latte in hand. He stopped off at Cynthia's desk.

"Morning, boss."

"Hey Cynthia, are those the boards I've been waiting for?" He saw them propped up behind her desk.

"Yes, they are."

"Good, bring them in."

He breezed into his office, hung up his coat and placed his briefcase within reach. Brian settled back in his office chair and took his first sip of coffee and burned himself. He cursed a blue streak as Cynthia tried to hide her smile as she propped up the latest ad boards. He stared at the offending latte on his desk then got up to examine the boards. His lips curved in dissatisfaction. "What the fuck? Cynthia."

"Yes, boss."

"Get Bob up here, now!" His voice was low with quiet anger.

If there was anything he couldn't stand it was incompetence in the workplace. While he waited to chew Bob a new one he scrolled through his e mail.

As Bob walked past Cynthia's desk she opened her mouth to warn him but then shut it. She never did like Bob and she was looking forward to the show. She took pleasure in seeing them come out of Brian's office less than a man with tail firmly tucked between legs.

As soon as Bob entered his office Brian snapped, "Shut the door." He gestured to the boards absently. "What the fuck is that?"

Bob stared blankly at the boards. "Uhhh they're, uh the boards you wanted."

"Wrong, that," he pointed to the offending boards, "is a flaming pile of horse shit. I wouldn't even know where to begin to tell you where you went wrong and I'm not going to bother." He leaned back in his chair idly squeezing his stress ball. "That isn't your best work. I expect no less than your best work to cross my desk. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Kinney."

"Good, because if I keep receiving substandard work I see a pink slip in your future. Take them away and have them on my desk before I leave."

Bob, duly chastened, scurried to collect the offending boards then slunk out of the office. Having forgotten one of the boards Brian snatched it up opened the door and flung it out after Bob's retreating back. Brian settled back in his chair and sighed. "I love my job."

Cynthia watched the board go sailing after Bob; she didn't even hide her smirk. "I love my job."

Brian got on line and ordered a mattress just like the one he'd had. In the years since he had gotten the last one, they supposedly had improved it. The new mattress was scheduled to come sometime within the week; they would even take away his old one.

Brian waded through a mountain of paperwork and returned a few calls before he decided to break for lunch. The weather was sub zero and a bit icy out. Where the fuck was the February thaw he wondered. Before he could ask Cynthia to order in she buzzed his office.

"There is a Daphne here to see you."

Brian pressed a button. "Send her in."

He tried to keep calm as a million thoughts raced through his mind. He sat back in his chair the picture of calm; he was anything but.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

Brian relaxed a little; it didn't seem like Sunshine was in trouble. "Well, I was just about to take a lunch break. Care to join me?"

"Sure," Daphne couldn't help but smile. Brian was so handsome. Justin was one lucky fucker.

Brian called Cynthia in and she took their orders.

"So what's on your mind?"

"This Sunday is Justin's Birthday."

"Ok, and you're telling me this because?"

Daphne sighed and rolled her eyes. "So you'd know and maybe actually get him something. While Justin is at his art class the gang is getting together to plan a party for him. He's never had a party and you know how Deb is and Emmett for that matter. They wouldn't hear of not throwing him a surprise party. Basically what we need you to do is come over in the morning and lure him away from the house and keep him busy which shouldn't be too hard." She blushed as she caught his smirk.

Cynthia delivered their food and they ate in silence for awhile.

"Fine, I can keep the lad busy while you guys do whatever it is you're planning on doing."

"Vic is going to make his famous chocolate butter cream cake. Emmett is going to decorate Deb's house."

"God help us all," Brian muttered.

"Um Brian, do you think you could keep Michael from coming? He'd probably just find a way to ruin Justin's day. Those two just can't stand each other."

He gave her a tongue in cheek smirk. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks," she smiled happily.

"Eighteen, our little Sunshine is turning into a fine man. By the way how do the Amish celebrate a birthday or don't they?"

"Well mostly it's just a big dinner with the family." Daphne finished her sandwich. "So you'll keep Justin busy on Sunday?"

"Yeah, I'll come over first thing in the morning."

"Thanks Brian," she smiled.

For the rest of the day Brian agonized over what to get Justin for his birthday. Despite what everyone thought he wanted to give Justin something special. He didn't have any idea what that something could be. It was almost like a riddle. What do you give an Amish boy that shows you care? He also wanted it to be something Justin could take with him when he went back home, which didn't leave a lot of options.

He'd love to see a delicate platinum chain around his wrist. It wouldn't make sense to give him anything he couldn't take with him. Cynthia tapped on the door and he glanced up.

"I'm going home, boss." She noticed his pensive mood. "Anything I can help you with before I go?"

Brian shifted in his chair and sighed. "What do you get someone who's never had a real birthday, something special that they'll actually be able to take with them when they leave?"

Cynthia tilted her head to the side pondering Brian's dilemma. "It's Justin's birthday; you know the Amish boy staying at Deb's."

Cynthia smiled, "I believe you've mentioned him a time or two. A gift from the heart is usually the best gift."

Brian huffed a laugh. "Some question the existence of mine."

"I don't."

Brian smiled slightly. "Well, don't let that get around."

"Why don't you take him someplace you know he'd enjoy? I'm sure he'd be just happy to spend the day with you."

"You're probably right; he's always so easy to please."

"You should bring him by the office sometime. I'd love to meet him."

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth not making any promises. "We'll see."

Brian stayed a few more hours then headed home. When he got home he took out a beer and took a hefty draught, then headed up to the bedroom to change. When he came down dressed in jeans and a tee, beer in hand, he flopped down on the sofa. Brian turned on the tv and flipped through the stations. Suddenly out of the blue he had an idea of what he could give Justin. He got up and went to his storage room. He dug around till he found the right box. Brian went through the contents of the box. He didn't think too much about it; he didn't want to second guess himself. It would have to do. Brian carried the box back to the loft where he could go through it where the light was better.

He went through the box more carefully then packed it back up. Brian figured that Justin would love anything he gave him, especially if it came from him. The boy was smitten; Brian wasn't ready to admit he felt the same way. He got out a marker and wrote Justin's name on the side of the cardboard box. Brian took the box up to his bedroom and secreted the box away in the back of his closet. The old cardboard box had seen better days and was a bit plain so Brian reminded himself to pick up a bow for it. After all, presentation was everything.

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