Fantasy Season 5

Part-Time Job

While Stockwell's credibility may have plummeted in the gay community, the popularity of Pittsburgh's incumbent mayor continued to rise in "red state" America. With the closing of Ted's porn site, and two more popular bathhouses, other predominately gay establishments were now quick to follow the lead of a more tolerated lifestyle encouraged by Brian's arch enemy the "Gay, and Lesbian Center". Even the Liberty Diner had jumped on the conservative bandwagon by joining the center in its effort to get wayward gay teens off of the streets by offering them part time jobs after school, and on weekends.

"Michael, have you lost your fucking mind? How could you let Hunter go to work at the diner?" Brian panicked at Michael's early morning news.

"I didn't have anything to do with it!" Michael attempted to defend himself.

"Oooh, but your boyfriend did," Brian growled. "You're not going to tell me that Ben didn't put in a good word to Debbie to get Hunter hired. Mild mannered professor my ass, I knew behind that Zen facade was a malicious son-of-a-bitch. Ben knows exactly what he's doing. He knows that once Justin finds out that Hunter is his foster son the two of them will become friends."

Michael measured in three scoops of coffee, and flipped on Brian's coffeemaker. "So what if they do?" he said. "I'm sure Ben hasn't told Hunter anything about what happened between us, and even if he did Hunter doesn't know who you are."

"Like hell he doesn't," Brian begged to differ. "I met Hunter at Woody's one night. The little delinquent was trying to pick me up when Ben stopped him. What the fuck am I going to do?" Brian began to pace the loft.

Michael poured two cups of coffee, and handed one to his friend in passing. "Don't you think you're over reacting Brian? Hunter may not even remember you," he said.

"Are you kidding, how could anyone not remember ME?" Brian paused to say. "I've got to think of something, I can't let those two ever meet." Brian resumed his one man parade.

Michael walked over to the sofa, and took a seat. "Why don't you try telling Justin the truth," he suggested.

"The truth?" Brian again stopped in his tracks. "You want me to tell Justin that I fucked you because I was mad at you for hurting him. Who's going to believe that?"

"You've done crazier things." Michael took a sip from his cup.

"Nothing as crazy as fucking you." Brian perished the thought.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean."

"No I DON'T know what you mean." Michael frowned.

Brian walked over, and sat down next to his friend. "Michael, I'm not saying that you're not hott, because you are. I've always told you that. But you're my best friend, you're more than a best friend, you're like a brother. Fucking you would be like incest, and how sick is that? I know I have a reputation for fucking everything that's not nailed down, but the one line that I've never crossed is the one where my friends are concerned. What would Justin think of me if he finds out that I've violated my own number one rule? He'd never trust me around you again."

"And since when have YOU ever cared about what anyone thinks?" Michael asked.

"Since now," Brian said. "Since for the first time in my life I'm trying to do the right thing. Justin is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I've taken him through so much shit. He deserves a partner that loves him, and someone he can trust."

"That's why you have to tell him the truth," Michael stressed.

"It's not that simple. I may be able to explain the first time, but I'll never be able to explain a second time," Brian said.

"What second time?" Michael looked puzzled.

"Michael remember when I came to your apartment because Emmett was worried about you, and you were passed out drunk on the bed? When I woke you up you threw up all over me. I took off my clothes, and got into the shower to clean myself up, and YOU got into the shower behind me."

"That's when Ben walked in on us." Michael recalled the incident. "But nothing happened."

"I know that, and you know that, but try to tell Ben that! Ben left your apartment thinking that he had caught us fucking. I might have been able to convince him that nothing was going on in the shower if YOU hadn't spilled your guts about what happened here at the loft over a year ago. I told you I was sorry for what I did. Why did you have to go, and tell your goddamn boyfriend?" Brian said.

"So what are you going to do now?" Michael asked.

"The fuck if I know," Brian sighed.

Michael placed his empty cup on the coffee table, and headed for the door. "Well you'd better think of something fast," he warned. "Hunter is scheduled to start working at the diner on Monday. Thanks for the coffee."

Michael left for work, leaving Brian alone at the loft to plot his strategy. "Think, Brian. Think!" He spent the rest of the morning calling upon all of his creative resources. How was he going to keep Justin away from Hunter? Alas, maybe Michael was right, perhaps it would be best to simply come clean before Justin heard it from Hunter. But then again how was Brian going to explain the mother of all indiscretions? No matter how he rearranged the words their meaning was still the same, Brian had fucked Michael. With everything that had already happened to them, this could very well be the final straw that breaks the relationship's back. Brian rested his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. "Shit!"

"Are you talking to yourself now old man?" Justin had quietly made his entrance.

A startled Brian lifted his head. "I didn't hear you come in, baby," he said.

"Obviously." Justin strolled over to the sofa, and gave his lover a hello

kiss.

"So how was work?" Brian asked cautiously.

"Same shit, different day. I just want to get out of these greasy clothes, and get into the shower. I'm exhausted. Professor Powel at school, and working these extra shifts at the diner is kicking my ass." Justin headed off to the bathroom. Brian followed, and stood by the bathroom door to watch him undress. "Hopefully I'll be able to cut back on my hours soon," Justin continued. "The diner has hired a new waiter. His name is Hunter. He stopped by today, and Debbie introduced us. I'm going to be training him starting this Monday. He's Ben's foster son. Did you know that Ben had a foster son?"

"Really? No, I didn't know." Brian sounded surprised.

"He seems like a nice kid," Justin said, and stepped into the shower.

Brian breathed a sigh of relief. So far so good, Justin was obviously still in the dark about what happened. Brian was certain that if Hunter had said anything Justin would have surely confronted him as soon as he walked through the door. Suddenly a light turned on in Brian's head. Shit! Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Justin finished his shower, and walked back to the bedroom where he was immediately met by Brian. "Ummmm." He wrapped his arms around his baby's waist. "You know I love you when you're all fresh, and moist," Brian purred.

Justin smiled, and placed his arms around his lover's neck. "So what's on the agenda for this evening? Babylon?" he asked.

"I thought you were tired," Brian reminded him.

"Not anymore." Justin pressed their bodies close.

"No, I'm not in the mood for gyrating bodies tonight," Brian said.

"Since when?" Justin asked.

"Since tonight. I guess all of the responsibilities of starting a new agency are starting to get next to me." Brian let out a long yawn. "Daddy's tired, baby."

Oh shit! The only thing hotter than calling Brian "daddy" was hearing Brian refer to himself as "daddy". Justin could feel the fire racing through his thighs. "We can stay home tonight if you want to," he said.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked innocently.

"I have to work tomorrow anyway." Justin rationalized.

Brian could feel Justin's dick straining underneath its towel. Now was the right time to strike. The calculating older man stepped back and peeled his tee over his head, then unbuttoned the top of his jeans. "Baby, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Brian began his pitch.

"Talk to me about what?" Justin's eyes followed Brian's hands as they slowly began to descend the length of his zipper.

"I want you to leave the diner, and come to work for me." Brian slipped his jeans over his hips, and allowed them to fall to the floor.

"Work for you?" Justin's eyes widened.

"Yes, I want you with me baby. I want you to contribute to the success of Kinnetics, and to bask in all of its glory. With you by my side there'll be no stopping me. Brian Kinney, and his beautiful, talented boy. We'll be the power couple of advertising." Brian kicked the fallen clothing aside, and took a seat on the bed.

"I don't know Brian. What could I possibly do at Kinnetics?" Justin tried to concentrate.

"Come on baby, daddy needs you." Brian stretched out onto his belly, then reached over and retrieved a squeeze bottle of lube from on top of the nightstand. "What do you say, are you in?" He offered the lube to Justin.

Justin took the bottle from Brian's hand, and sat on the side of the bed next to him. "I'm in." he said.

Brian turned his face to the pillow, and declared a sweet victory. There was no way Justin was ever going back to the diner now. The clever fox smiled as the cool liquid oozed between his cheeks. "Put your finger in there." He added the icing to the cake.

Justin carefully inserted one, two, then finally three fingers into Brian's tight hole. "Are you ready for me, daddy?" The hott boy gingerly glided his fingers in, and out.

Brian rocked his hips against Justin's hand. "I'm ready for you baby," he moaned.

Much to Brian's surprise, Justin reached for two pillows, and stacked them one on top of the other. "I want you on your back," he ordered.

Brian perched himself onto his elbows, and looked back at Justin. "On my back?"

"I want to see your face when you cum." Justin leaned in, and gave his lover the sweetest kiss.

Brian was eager to oblige the unusual request. He quickly flipped onto his back, and positioned his ass on the stacked pillows underneath him. "Are you sure you can hold me, big boy?" He teased as he draped his legs across Justin's shoulders.

"Don't worry, I've got you." Justin smiled, then suddenly lunged forward. Using his weight as leverage, he hoisted Brian's legs high above his head, then wedged them in place with his arms.

"Oh shit, baby wait!" Brian cried out.

"You son-of-a-bitch, how could you fuck Michael?" Justin shoved his dick into Brian's ass.

"Ouch! I don't know what you're talking about!" Brian's stunned anus attempted to adjust to the unexpected entry.

"Liar!" Justin arched his back, and thrust his hips again.

"Ok, ok it was a mistake." Brian's voice was now up by two decibels.

"Mistake my ass!" Justin thrust his hips yet again.

"Justin, baby, baby, please!" Brian pleaded. "Let my legs down!"

"You lying shit, I should fuck you raw!"

"I can't feel my toes baby!" Brian wailed.

Justin leaned back, and allowed one of Brian's legs to fall onto the bed, then finally the other. "I hope you're crippled," he growled.

"Oooooooh!" Brian groaned as the circulation returned to his limbs. "You talked to Michael, didn't you?" He winced in pain

"Yes I did, and he told me everything." Justin straddled his aching lover.

"Did he tell you that I was sorry?" Brian wiggled his toes.

"Yes, he did," Justin said.

"Did he tell you that I love you, that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and that I never want to hurt you again?" Brian asked.

"Yes he did." Justin smiled, and once again reached for the lube. This time he squirted a generous amount onto Brian cock. "You should have told me yourself." He began to massage the sleeping giant.

Brian closed his eyes, and forgot about the pain in his legs. "I didn't think you would have believed me," he said.

"Why wouldn't I have believed you? You've never lied to me before, have you, Brian?" Justin looked at Tony's black Tahitian pearl laying in the hollow of Brian's throat.

Brian guided his cock into Justin's warm tunnel. "You know I'd never lie to you, baby," he said.

NEXT WEEK: The Corporate Ladder

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