See Him

"Wanna finish?" Brian snarked.

Justin blinked slowly. "Bri--"

"Don't," the older man warned harshly. He dropped the briefs he'd been using to cover himself and stripped the condom off before going to the island and pouring himself a shot.

The exec felt the whiskey burn its way to his gut, but it only fanned the flames instead of putting them out. He heard Justin sigh as he poured another glass, but he ignored him.

He wouldn't look at him.

The kid was lying right there, and Stockwell wouldn't even fucking look at him.

But the cocksucker had plenty of glare to spare in Brian's direction. Oh, the outrage at being betrayed.

That's when Brian truly saw red. Fuck the agency and the campaign for two seconds, the homophobic prick couldn't see past two fags fucking.

Although, it didn't really surprise the exec that Jimbo didn't see it. Even after they had pushed it in his face at the GLC. In black and white, clear as day.

Justin was just the intern. A piece of blond boy ass. Not anyone's beautiful gay son.

Why should he see him?

Justin tentatively touched his shoulder. "Brian, come to bed."

The older man's rage was burning so hot the boy's fingers felt like ice. He leaned into the touch, letting the anger slowly drain off, his vision clearing. The blond's cool lips fluttered across his shoulders and Brian felt the tension ease away. He let himself be turned and accepted the lithe body pressed into his arms.

Pushing aside the consequences until tomorrow, he bent and hungrily took the teen's offered lips. The man couldn't help burrowing his hands into the soft golden hair he loved so much, fingertips lightly brushing the jagged scar you couldn't see.

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