Potato Kiss

The salesman at the Toyota dealership handed Justin the keys to his new red Celica. Jennifer shook the salesman’s hand and thanked him as Justin positioned himself behind the steering wheel, and began to adjust the driver’s seat. “Do you really like it?” Justin asked.

“This is beautiful Justin.” Jennifer approved. “I’m proud of you son. I know you don’t make that much money at the diner. It took some pretty strict budgeting for you to save up five thousand dollars for a down payment.”

“Thanks mom, and thanks for co-signing for me.” Justin said as he programmed his favorite radio stations.

“Justin are you sure you can afford this? The payments, the insurance, this is going to run you almost five hundred dollars a month.”

“Don’t worry mom, I can handle it.” Justin assured her.

“You’re not depending on Brian are you?”

“No mom, he doesn’t even know I’m buying a car today. It’s a surprise. I’ve have to go now, bye.”

“Drive carefully Justin!” Jennifer waved as her son sped off of the lot.

Neither Brian, nor Michael had mentioned the unfortunate misunderstanding that happened at the apartment. Brian told himself that it had been the alcohol that caused Michael to come on to him, but just in case Brian had taken to avoiding his best friend, and keeping his baby close to home at least until he had the courage to tell Justin about the first incident at the loft. Heaven forbid that Michael should tell him, or worst yet, what would happen if they ran into Ben? Brian looked at his image in the executive bathroom mirror. “Justin, I have something to tell you.” he said out loud. No that wouldn’t do, Brian started again. “Baby, we need to talk. Something happened that you need to know about.” Shit, that didn’t sound any better. Brian finished washing his hands, and returned to his office. He took a seat behind his desk, and began scanning through the e-mail messages on his computer.

“Brian there’s someone here to see you.” Cynthia announced over the speaker phone.

“Who is it?” Brian asked.

“It’s me.” Justin smiled as he walked through the office door.

Brian stood up, and met his baby with a kiss as he rounded his desk. “Hey. What are you doing uptown this time of the day?” he asked.

“I came to take you to lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“Yeah, you know that meal in the middle of the day. The one after breakfast, and before dinner.”

Brian pressed the button on his speaker phone. “Cynthia, what time is my next appointment?” he inquired.

“Bob, and Brad are still out. I can move your meeting with them until two o’clock, possibly three.” Cynthia said.

“Move it to three o’clock. I’m taking a long lunch.” Brian decided.

Curious co-workers looked up from their desks, and discretely peeked around cubicles as the lovers walked the length of the office, headed for Vanguard Advertising’s front door. “The jeep is this way.” Brian pointed.

Justin walked over to the illegally parked Celica, and unlocked the passenger door. “The rides on me.” He said, and opened it.

Brian looked from one end to the other of the shiny red vehicle. “Is this you, when did you get this?” he asked.

“I picked it up this morning. How do you like it, nice huh?” Justin grinned. He held the passenger door open as Brian slid in, and began to adjust the leather seat to accommodate his long legs. Justin closed the passenger door, and hurried around to the driver’s side.

“Very nice. How much did it run you?” Brian asked.

“Nineteen, and some change. I put five thousand down.” Justin said.

“Where did you get that kind of money?” Brian’s eyes narrowed.

Justin leaned over, and kissed his suspicious lover’s cheek. “Tips.” he whispered. “What do you have a taste for?”

“You.” Brian smiled, and forgot about the car.

“I mean to eat.”

“You.” Brian smiled again.

Justin started the engine, and drove to a nearby seafood restaurant where a hungry lunchtime crowd had descended upon the trendy eating spot. The young man gave his name to the hostess, and was informed that the wait would be at least thirty minutes. He, and Brian decided to kill that time at the bar. They found two seats, and ordered drinks. Brian ordered a Jim Beam straight, Justin overturned that order, and select white wine for both of them.

“I don’t want white wine.” Brian complained.

“Brown liquor is not on your diet, and you know it.” Justin fussed.

Brian took a sip of the clear liquid. “You might as well just give me a glass of piss.” he frowned.

“Piss is yellow.” Justin reminded him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were shopping for a car?  How’d they let you have it without a co-signer on your salary at the diner?” Brian asked.

“My mom signed for me.” Justin took a sip of his wine.

“You should have asked me.” Brian said.

“You’ve already done enough for me, besides I wanted to surprise you. You’ve been so preoccupied lately, I thought a little surprise might do you some good. Is everything alright Brian?” Justin asked.

“Everything’s fine.” Brian lied “Why do you ask that?”

“Because it’s not like you to come home straight from work without stopping at “Woody’s”, we haven’t been to “Babylon” in over three weeks, and Michael is all over the caller ID. He’s been leaving messages on the answering machine all week. Is everything alright between the two of you?”

“Everything’s fine.” Brian lied again, and finished his drink. His baby was becoming suspicious, it was now or never time. Brian took a deep breath. “Justin, there’s something I need to tell you.” he began.

“Justin, how are you?”

Justin looked up, and immediately recognized a familiar face. “Mr. Davenport, hello.”

The stranger smiled. “How long has it been, at least six months? It’s good to see you. Is Tony with you?” he asked. “I didn’t know he was back in the states.”

Justin felt the color drain from his face. “No, I haven’t spoken to Tony.” He lied, then turned to Brian. “Brian this is Bishop Davenport, Mr. Davenport this is Brian Kinney.”

Mr. Davenport extended his hand. “Hello Mr. Kinney, I’m pleased to meet you.” he said.

“Charmed, I’m sure.” Brian said dryly, and returned the handshake.

Mr. Davenport turned back to Justin. “I was just on my way out.” he said. “When you see Tony please tell him to give me a call, maybe we can all get together again at my place. It was nice meeting you Mr. Kinney. Goodbye Justin.”

Brian’s eyes narrow as he watched the well tailored stranger walk away. “Who the fuck was that?”  he snorted.

“One of Tony’s lawyers.” Justin said, and gulped the last of his wine.

“How is it that you know Tony’s lawyers?”

“We met socially when Tony took me to his house for a barbeque.” Justin said, and quickly attempted to change the subject. “Now what were you saying?” he asked.

“When did Tony take you to a barbeque?”

“I don’t remember Brian.”

“I’ll bet you don’t.” Brian growled.

Justin looked over at the hostess who was now walking their way. Thank god, maybe their table was ready. “Mr. Taylor, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” she apologized. “I didn’t know you were a friend of Mr. Massey’s, I can seat you right away.” she said.

That did it. Brian stood up, and flung a twenty onto the bar. “Let’s go.” he barked.

Justin’s face blushed a crimson red as he brought up Brian’s rear. The outraged lover exited the restaurant door, and promptly lit a cigarette. “Where’s my goddamn car?” Brian snorted.

“I drove, remember?” Justin gently reminded him.

Brian took a long drag of his smoke. “Shit!”

“The car is this way.” Justin pointed.

With the afternoon now shot, the lover’s walked back to the red Celica in silence. Brian got in, and stared out of the passenger window, as he continued to inhale his cigarette. Justin started up the engine, and looked at his irate lover. “You’re not suppose to be smoking Brian.” he said.

Brian took another long drag, and defiantly blew the smoke in Justin’s direction. “Where else did he take you?” he growled.

Justin chose his words carefully. “Well.....we went to the movies.”

“Movies?”

“Actually it was a private screening of the new “Star Wars” movie.”

“Where else?”

“We went to the theater.......”

“What theater?”

“A theater in New York Brian, I don’t remember which one.”

“IN NEW YORK? WHEN THE FUCK DID HE TAKE YOU TO NEW YORK?”

“I don’t remember Brian.”

“I bet you don’t.” Brian growled again.

“What difference does it make Brian? I’m with you now.” Justin said.

“You were with me then.” Brian reminded him.

“We had an open relationship then.”

“It wasn’t open to him!”

“Brian, let’s not argue. We still have time, we could go someplace else for lunch.” Justin suggested.

“I’m not hungry, just take me back to my office.” Brian turned his head, and stared out of the passenger window.

“I love you Brian.” Justin said.

“I know you do, but I know that you love him too.” Brian admitted out loud for the first time.

Justin reached over, and entwined his fingers with Brian’s “It’s not the same as what I feel for you.” he said. “I love Tony the way you love Michael.”

“Michael was never my fuck buddy.” Brian hissed.

Justin brought Brian’s hand to his lips for a kiss. “That’s all over, it’s just you and me now. We’re a couple, remember?” he smiled.

“I remember.”

“Look, there’s a McDonald’s. Let’s pick up some burgers, we can take them back to your office.” Justin suggested.

“McDonald’s isn’t on my diet.” Brian sulked.

“Come on, just this one time.” Justin cooed.

The same curious eyes that had watched them leave an hour before watched as the lover’s returned to Vanguard Advertising carrying bags from McDonald’s. “I’m still at lunch.” Brian informed Cynthia as they breezed past her desk. The office watched as the blonde stranger followed Brian Kinney into his office, and close the door behind him. Brian laid his suit jacket on the couch, and rolled up his sleeves, as Justin made a picnic spread of fast food across his desk. “Ummmm, that looks good.” Brian licked his lips, and took a seat in his executive chair.

Justin took a seat on Brian’s lap. He pulled a long French fry from the biggie size box and brought it to his lover’s mouth for a bite. Brian downed the crispy morsel, and waited for a second one. Justin obliged with another fry, and a quick nibble for himself on Brian’s earlobe. “See, isn’t this nice?” Justin said, and kissed the side of Brian’s face.

Brian smiled, as the earth began to move underneath his baby’s hips. “More.” his hungry lover said.

“Excuse me for interrupting your lunch Brian, but Michael is on line one for you.” Cynthia announced over the speaker phone.

Brian reached around Justin, and pressed the hands free microphone button on his telephone. “Tell him I’m at lunch, and I’ll call him back.” he said. “Now where were we?” He quickly turned back to Justin.

Justin placed the tip of a French fry in his mouth, and offered the other end to Brian who chewed his way down the golden sliver to the sweetest kiss that awaited him. “Ummm, potato kisses.” Brian smiled, and ran his hand along Justin’s thigh, around to his butt, then up his back.

Justin reached for the cheeseburger, and purposely grinded his ass on Brian’s lap. Brian bit off a large piece, and licked the catsup from the corner of his mouth. “Is it good?” Justin asked.

“Ummmmm hum.” Brian nodded his approval, then placed a French fry between his lips.

“Ummmm, potato kiss.” Justin purred.

The hot boy rocked his hips along the traveling pipe beneath him, and teased Brian’s nipples through his designer shirt with his nimble fingers. Brian shifted in his seat in an effort to allow expansion room for the movement in his trousers.  “Stop it baby. You’re going to get me in trouble.” he chuckled.

“Trouble, what kind of trouble? We’re not doing anything, we’re only having lunch.” Justin said innocently, and placed another French fry in his mouth.

“Ummmm, potato kiss.” Brian smiled.

Justin continued to feed his lover, alternating bites of burger, sips of diet cola, and French fries. Over, and over the lovers passed potato kisses between them until the biggie fry box was empty. Having finished their lunch, Brian bundled up the empty wrappers, and containers, and deposited them into the trash basket. For the third time that afternoon all eyes at Vanguard Advertising followed the handsome blonde who was being escorted by the infamous Brian Kinney, only this time those curious stares were accompanied by smiles. Brian walked Justin to his car, and returned to his office. Cynthia followed, and laid the latest batch of messages on his desk.

“So how was lunch?” she asked.

“It was ok.” Brian said without looking up.

“Just ok?” Cynthia grinned.

“Yes, everything was fine. Why?” Brian continued to sift through his messages.

“Nothing.” Cynthia said. She turned to leave, but stopped short at the door. “Boss.”

“What?”

“Next time, don’t forget to turn your speaker off.”

“What?”

“Potato kiss.” Cynthia smiled, as Brian’s face blushed to a beet red.

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