inspired by Simon

Brian woke up the next morning with a start. Sometime after writing his letter he had fallen to sleep, albeit a fitful sleep. His couch was quite comfortable but not as comfortable as his bed and certainly not as comfortable as his bed with Justin in it.

Brian didn't have to worry about going home to shower and change, his little anal self always kept two complete outfits in his office, just in case. Brian may never have been a boy scout but he was always prepared, right down to the emergency box of condoms and lube he kept in his lower right hand desk drawer. Brian strolled into his private bathroom and began to prepare for the day. Hey, if your office is a renovated bathhouse, might as well put all that plumbing to good use.

After his shower and shave, Brian donned a charcoal grey pin striped suit and deep hunter green silk shirt that brought the green out in his hazel eyes. Inspecting himself in the full length mirror, ‘just stunning,' he thought with his tongue firmly planted in his cheek.

Out in the main office, Kinnetic was already a buzz with business. Most of his employees appreciated the freedom of setting their own hours. What the fuck did Brian care when they got in or left as long as the work got done, perfectly. And he did mean, perfectly. The principle players of Kinnetic, Cynthia, Ted, a few of the best artists and himself were always early and the last to leave. Brian was a very happy man, except for one not so minor detail missing in his life...Justin.

‘Better shred that letter before someone reads it,' Brian thought as he walked back into his office. He sat at his desk that was rather in a state of disarray last night. His eyes grew as large as saucers, his heart began to pound and Brian felt he was about to take his last breath.

"CYNTHIA!"

"You bellowed, boss."

"What the fuck happened to my desk?"

"What always happens to your desk after the cyclone known as Brian Kinney leaves, I clean, organize, sort and send out your mail."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I clean, organize..."

"No, no, the last part."

"I send out the mail and I'm very proud of you."

"Huh?"

"You wrote him, I'm proud of you. It's nice to see you finally acknowledging his importance in your life."

"Please don't tell me you read it."

"Brian! I would never do that. In all the years we've worked together, I have never violated your confidence. You know that. I noted it was for Justin, it was rather long and it looked important, so I over..."

"You overnighted it."

"Of course. I send all your important correspondence out overnight. You know, the early bird catches the worm."

"Shit. Why do you always have to be so good?"

"Learned from the master. Did you need anything else?"

"Coffee, lots and lots of strong hot coffee."

"Right away, boss."

FUCK

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(the message was deleted)

‘Shit, I did hit delete, didn't I?'

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.'

‘Wait, let me check the deleted folder, empty.'

‘FUCK'

‘Oh no, the sent folder?"

"FUCK!"

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Within a cyber second, an email was winging its way through cyberspace to land in Pittsburgh. Specifically to land in/on the computer of one Brian Kinney, owner of Kinnetic, the best damn ad man in Pittsburgh.

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Later that afternoon, after Brian sufficiently recovered from Cynthia's innate efficiency and after landing two new clients, Brian finally opened his emails.

spam

spam

spam

keep

keep

answer this one now

delete

keep

respond later

delete

Holy shit!

"Hello."

"Justin."

"Brian."

"I got your email."

"Brian, I sent it by mistake, I mean it wasn't a mistake but I didn't mean to sent it and I was feeling a little lonely so I started to right down my thoughts and I meant to delete it and oh god, I know you think I'm a big pussy and a wimp, and I'm sorry I should've been more careful but..."

"JUSTIN! For Christ's sake, shut the fuck up and take a breath before you pass out."

"----"

"That's better. Now listen. Yes, I read it. And I feel the same. I want your drawers in my drawers. I'm not sure about the commitment thing, it may be better to wait when you come home for good to talk about that. I was feeling a bit lesbionic myself last night and I wrote you a letter. I never intended to send it either, but thanks to Cynthia's proficiency, you'll be getting a Fedex tomorrow morning. Damn, I think I'm catching your god awful allergies. Shit."

"Brian, you can't catch someone's allergies."

"I can catch yours. Justin, I'm not good at expressing my feelings, read the letter or don't. Burn it or make it into a poster, I don't care. I'll be there to pick you up at the airport. I'll hire a van and we'll move your stuff. Just come home, I need a good nights sleep. Okay?"

"Okay. Brian, do you think that one day..."

"Justin. We may have to wait until I grow up a little more."

"I'll wait."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"See you in a couple of days. Later."

"Later."

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