Hot Hot Hot

"Please, please, please pick up," Justin whined as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and into an eye. The resulting sting made both his eyes tear.

"Kinnetik, Brian Kinney’s office, Cynthia speaking," Cynthia responded in her usual professional manner.

"Cynthia, it’s Justin."

‘Of course it is,’ Cynthia thought to herself. Only two people in the world had Brian’s private number and one of them was on the phone. "He’s in an important meeting, Justin."

"But it’s really urgent that I speak to him."

"I’m sure it is," Cynthia muttered.

"What?" Justin wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.

"Hmm?" Cynthia dodged.

Justin thought for a minute. "You’ve been hanging around Brian far too long," Justin said when he finally got his heat addled brain to register what Cynthia had mumbled. "Cynthia, the air conditioner broke and I’m sweltering here."

"But doesn’t the loft have central air?"

"I’m at my studio."

"I didn’t know you had a studio."

In his best Brian Kinney voice, Justin snarked, "It's a fucking rat hole!"

"Ahh, that studio," she said with recognition and then paused. "He really is in an important meeting, Justin."

"Oh."

Cynthia could practically see the expression on Justin’s face fall. She checked her watch. "Justin, you’re in luck. He instructed me to bring in refreshments three hours into the meeting. The third hour is just about up. Maybe he’ll pick up the phone while I pour the coffee."

"Please try," Justin begged. This was no time for macho male pride.

"Hold the line, please." Cynthia was back to her ‘gal Friday’ self.

Cynthia straightened herself out then rolled a cart that held a selection of gourmet coffees, tea and the finest petit fours that Emmett could produce into the conference room. Brian’s strategic plan was that if the negotiations were going badly, the coffee break would work to his advantage by giving him a little regrouping time. If the meeting was going in his favor, the break would cement the image that the prospective client needed Brian and Kinnetik more than Brian needed them.

Brian was smirking, Cynthia noted. Their profit margin was about to experience another upswing.

"Brian, Justin on one," Cynthia murmured as she made sure their ‘guests’ were happy. Brian rolled his eyes at Cynthia before addressing the ‘gentlemen’ who were currently imitating a shark feeding frenzy. What was that old adage, the best way to get to a man was via his stomach? Apparently, the statement was true for some. Brian always thought he did better via his dick.

"Gentlemen, please enjoy yourselves," Brian said as sat by the phone. "A little domestic crisis," he snarked as he picked the phone, waving it slightly in their general direction. He got several looks of acknowledgment and commiseration.

"Yes, dear," Brian said saccharin sweet into the phone.

"Please, Bri, you have to help." The smug look immediately vanished off Brian’s face, to be replaced by one of concern.

"Justin, are you all right?"

"No," Justin replied like a young boy. He felt like he was wilting like a dying flower, and he had no where to turn except to a man who had taught him to be self reliant. To HELL with self reliance! This was an emergency.

"What’s wrong?" Brian asked with restraint. If he could, he would have thrown himself through the telephone line to get to Justin.

"I’m sorry, I know you’re busy..." Justin paused waiting for the "sorry is bullshit" line. When it didn’t come, he continued, "My air conditioner broke, we’re having a heat wave, I’ve gone to six hardware stores and I can’t find a replacement, and I can’t reach the landlord and I have a show in three days that I’m not ready for...and...."

"Breathe, Sunshine!" Brian commanded. Brian thought he heard a thud. "Justin?"

"I had to sit. I feel a little dizzy."

"When was the last time you ate something?"

"I’m not sure. I’ve been working non-stop on this show."

‘Translation, sometime yesterday...maybe,’ Brian thought. "This is what you’re going to do and DO NOT argue with me. I bet you’ve been painting circles for the past two hours."

Justin was about to protest when he took a good look at his easel. "Fuck!" Brian was right. Justin’s abstract of the Statue of Liberty looked like a big green circular blob. "Double fuck."

"What am I going to do?" Justin asked in resignation. Brian began to give Justin instructions as he snapped his fingers at Cynthia. She momentarily glared but was quickly at Brian’s side, note pad in hand. She jotted down Brian’s instructions as he gave them to Justin.

 

*****
 

"Well, gentlemen, I think we can all agree that this was a highly productive meeting," the CEO of a well established local company declared. The man had become disappointed with his current advertising firm, Brian took advantage, he and Kinnetik came out on top.

Like always.

Several handshakes and back slaps later, a multi-million dollar contract was signed and Brian was outta there, briefcase in hand, on his way back to the loft for a quick change of clothes.

 

*****
 

"Justin?" Brian softly called out. He didn’t want to startle Justin if he was asleep.

The room was dark except for a small lamp by the desk. The remains of a huge meal were still on the table. Brian placed his briefcase on the desk and his duffle bag on a chair. He cleaned up the table then placed the tray with the dirty dishes outside the door. Silently, Brian crept into the bedroom.

"Awww, Sunshine," Brian murmured. Justin was out cold in the middle of a huge bed. Brian could tell that he was naked except for being wrapped up in the big fluffy complimentary robe. Justin’s hair was still damp from a shower and slicked back. His cheeks were rosy red from sleep and exhaustion.

"One day, you’re just going to wear yourself out, Sunshine," Brian commented. He stripped off his clothes that had become very sweaty in the few short minutes it had taken Brian to leave the airport terminal, get into a cab then out of the cab when he got to the Manhattan Hilton. The whole Eastern seaboard was under a heat advisory. And there was no end in sight.

"Brian?" Justin mumbled as Brian got on the bed. Drowsy blue eyes were trying to focus.

"That’s me," Brian replied as he kissed the cool brow.

"You’re here?" Justin said in confusion.

"In the flesh."

"Mmm," Justin murmured as he inhaled Brian’s scent. Brian smirked as Justin tried to burrow his way into Brian’s side.

"Come on, Sunshine, let’s get under the blankets." Brian maneuvered Justin and himself under the blanket, the room was cool, the room’s air conditioner was performing according to spec.

"You came," Justin mumbled as he attached himself to his lover.

"Not yet but I will later," Brian drawled. He got a soft snore in reply. Brian was just about asleep when a buzzing noise caught his attention. He quickly found his cell phone.

"Kinney."

"Mr. Kinney, this is Ralph. The new unit is in and purring like a kitten. The other one was way past its sell by date. The studio will be all cooled off by morning. I took care of that leaky faucet too. Oh, and Fresh Direct made their delivery and everything is stowed away. Anything else you need me to do?"

"That’s all for now. Thank you for your efficiency. My appreciation will be transferred to your account tomorrow."

"It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Kinney. I’ll drop off the key to the manager. Good night, sir."

"Good night." Brian snapped his phone shut then dropped it into his pile of clothes on the floor.

"Nice and warm," Justin murmured as he snuggled closer to Brian’s warm skin then fell into a deep sleep.

"Hot," Brian said, stroking Justin’s back. His hand patted Justin’s ass then remained there as he followed Justin into sleep.

-end-
 

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