Overtime

A kiss on the cheek - means thank you.

Justin was hard at work in his crappy studio. He'd spent the last twenty minutes mixing the paint to get the exact shade he wanted; it was frustrating to say the least. Finally the color merged and blended together. He just wanted to add this color to the canvas then he would call it quits for the night.

When he was cleaning up his brushes Justin caught a glance at the time and did a double take; he hadn't realized it was so late. Brian was probably sitting in the loft pissed that he wasn't there. Justin picked up his cell and checked for messages; there weren't any. Justin decided to call Brian and placate the big guy before he got home. Justin frowned when the call went to the answering machine. Justin thought for a moment where his errant lover could be at eleven pm.

"Fucker," Justin growled.

Brian had been putting in a lot of hours lately at Kinnetik. The asshole was probably still there. He worried about him when he went into one of his workaholic modes. Sometimes the man didn't know when to stop. Justin placed a call to Cynthia to see what the situation was.

"I'm glad you called Justin. I was just getting ready to call you."

"Why? What's wrong?" Justin couldn't keep the concern out of his voice.

"Brian's got a big meeting in the morning; it's the Calvin Kline account. The boards came back all wrong so Brian's taken it upon himself to perform miracles and redo them by morning. He won't leave and to top it all off he's got one of his migraines."

"I'll be right there, take the work away from him if you have to."

Justin hailed a taxi to Kinnetik. When he got there Cynthia let him in.

"Cynthia, is there anyway you could push the meeting back a bit? I can get the work done. It's just I don't know how Brian will feel in the morning."

"I don't know, Justin. It's a huge account and it is last minute. I can try."

"Thanks, you can go on home. I'll take care of everything."

Cynthia smiled, "I'm sure you will, night, Justin."

Justin got Brian's migraine medicine from Cynthia's desk drawer and got some water. He entered Brian's office armed and prepared. He set the pills and water down on an end table next to the sofa. Brian was at his desk slumped over with his head resting on his arms. The room was darkened. Justin went to Brian's side and lightly rubbed his shoulders.

Brian looked up. "Justin, what time is it?"

"It's late," Justin said softly.

"Fuck," Brian groaned.

"Not now, dear. Come sit on the sofa. You must be stiff from sitting in that chair."

He led Brian to the sofa then crawled up onto his lap straddling him. Justin handed him the pills then pressed the glass of water into his hand. When Brian was done he took the glass and set it back on the end table. Justin lightly massaged Brian's temples which made him groan and sigh. Justin leaned in and pressed a kiss to Brian's parted lips. Brian rested his forehead against Justin's. That small contact made him feel a little better.

"I've got so much work to do. The boards are totally fucked," Brian grumbled. "Give someone something to do and they just fuck it up."

"So you take it upon yourself to do it all," Justin finished. He'd heard this line hundreds of times before.

"Yep," Brian said simply.

Justin rubbed Brian's shoulders hoping to ease some of his tension. "Well, I'm here now; I'll help you. Here's the plan big guy." Justin grabbed Brian's chin lightly. "Are you listening?"

"Yes," Brian sighed.

"We're going to sit here all comfy till the meds kick in then you're going to show me your notes and files and what you want. I'll grab what I need from the art department, and then we are going home. You'll get some much needed rest and I'll redo the boards."

Brian was in no condition to argue and couldn't really find fault with the plan. He could trust Justin to save his ass.

"I'm going to fire Josh," Brian half grumbled.

Justin smiled. "No you won't. You'll bring him in and personally serve him his balls and generally terrify the guy, and then you'll feel much better."

"Humph."

Justin nuzzled his cheek against Brian's beard stubbled face. He placed tiny kisses along Brian's jaw while rubbing his shoulders.

"Mmm, I don't know how I ever survived without you."

"Me either," Justin smiled teasingly.

Brian pinched a plump cheek causing him to squirm. Justin slid off Brian's lap. He pulled Brian up onto his feet. Brian went over and grabbed his notes and files while Justin looked at the boards.

"I stand corrected. Fire Josh."

"It's like he disregarded all my notes and just did whatever the fuck he wanted."

"Which isn't even remotely good. Pack up your stuff. I'm going to get a few things I need from the art department. I'll meet you by the front door."

Brian packed up his briefcase and tugged on his overcoat while Justin went in search of supplies. When Justin met him by the door his hand slipped into Brian's pocket and snagged his keys. Brian gave in and let Justin drive. He was too exhausted to care.

They rode up to the loft in silence. Justin let them in then set the alarm behind them. He set all the paperwork and supplies down on the kitchen table. He followed Brian up to the bedroom and helped Brian off with his clothes. He held back the duvet while Brian crawled in. Brian latched onto his wrist when he started to move away.

"Come lay down with me."

Justin sat on the edge of the bed. "As much as I'd love to cuddle with you I need to get started on the boards."

"I don't cuddle," Brian pouted.

Justin smirked. "All right, whatever the fuck you call it. I can't."

"I sleep better when you're next to me," Brian murmured.

"I know, how about this." Justin pulled off his shirt grabbed up his pillow and wrapped his shirt around it then pressed it into Brian's arms. "That'll have to do for tonight."

Brian wrapped his arms around the pillow and buried his face against the fabric. Justin couldn't help but smile. Sometimes Brian was just too cute for words. He grabbed another shirt from his drawer. Justin went down to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He would certainly need lots of it if he was going to stay up all night. While he waited for the coffee he pulled out the file and Brian's notes. The ad was for the cologne/ perfume Escape. By the time Justin had his idea all laid out the coffee was ready. He poured himself a mug then went back to the computer. Justin slipped on his headphones and pressed a button on his Ipod. Loud club music thumped through his ears. The music would help him work faster.

Hours later Justin worried the printer would wake Brian but he needn't have worried. For once Brian was dead to the world. Once the ads were printed up and placed on the black foam core boards he stood back to admire his hard work. He smiled at his accomplishments. Brian would be pleased. Justin shut the computer down and headed for bed. It was five am. He was too tired to clean up; Brian would understand. Justin stripped then slid into bed next to Brian. He had to wrestle his pillow away from him. He pulled the shirt off his pillow, plopped it behind his head then settled down for a dreamless sleep. As always Brian and Justin drifted towards each other in sleep.

The next morning Brian caught the alarm just before it went off. He didn't want to wake Justin up. Brian padded into the bathroom. He let out a sigh of relief as a long stream of urine splashed into the bowl. He couldn't remember when was the last time he went. Judging from the stream it had been quite a while. He stepped into the shower and turned it on nice and hot, just the way he liked it, without the fear of burning Justin.

Brian washed his hair and quickly soaped up his body. His hand wandered down over his abdomen and stroked the hard member between his legs. Brian just couldn't start the day till he got his first orgasm out of the way. He leaned against the tiles and stroked his dick firmly. Brian imagined Justin bent over exposing his slick rosy hole just for him to sink into. He groaned deep in his throat then shot a heavy load against the tiles. He shut the shower off and slung a fluffy towel around his waist. Brian quickly shaved then went to get dressed.

When he came down from the bedroom the first thing he saw was the boards propped up. He looked intently at each one, a smile curving his lips. Justin was absolutely brilliant. They were hot, edgy and almost had a whimsical feel to them that was all Justin. Brian went back up to the bedroom. He leaned over and softly kissed Justin's pink sleep warmed cheek.

He whispered "thank you" in Justin's ear.

"You're welcome," Justin mumbled.

"I thought you were asleep."

One tired blue eye popped open. "I woke up when you left the bed."

Brian ruffled his hair. "Go back to sleep; you've earned it. I intend to pay you for the hours you worked."

"I know you will."

Brian went down and tidied up. He put Justin's empty mug in the kitchen sink. He gathered up the boards and put them in his special case. When Brian left he closed the loft door as quietly as he could. He had to go dazzle some clients.

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