Just A Suit

"Brian it's just a suit."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No-it-isn't!"

"Okay, then what is it?"

"It's an Armani suit."

"Ah, that explains it. Brian, you have dozens of Armani suits and Prada and Gucci. Why is it so difficult for you to pick out one and get dressed?"

"Justin, for someone who grew up in the country club set you have absolutely no fashion sense. Are you sure you're a fag?"

"Last I checked I loved sucking cock and taking it up the ass. Yes, I do believe I'm a fag."

"Then start acting like one."

"I give up. Brian, you stay here, play with your suits I have work to do, I'll see you later at Woody's."

"Justin!"

"No, Bri, I have better things to do than watch you pick out a god damned suit for your meeting, which, by the way, is in less than an hour."

"Fuck me."

"Maybe later."

"Twat."

"You're talking to yourself Bri, I'm outta here."

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"Mr. Kinney."

"Brian."

"Brian, I'm very impressed with your presentation. Your concepts are rather original and from what my research department has told me, your clients usually see an increase in revenue within thirty days of the ad's preview. I'll have my legal department look over the contract, if it's all in order, which I'm sure it will be, we'll have it back to you signed by close of the business day."

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Barrett."

"Jonathon."

"Jonathon."

"By the way Brain, who's your tailor? Your suit is almost as impressive as your presentation."

"I'll give his card."

"Thank you Brian, we'll be in touch."

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"Cynthia!"

"No need to shout, Brian, I'm right here."

"I feel like shouting and screaming and if I weren't such a fag I'd plant a big sloppy, wet one on you, slip you a little tongue."

"So I take it your meeting went well."

"Yup, we should get the signed contract later today. I have a good feeling about this one, Cyn."

"Well you should, your concepts were brilliant."

"As usual."

"As usual, and the art work phenomenal."

"He did do a good job, didn't he."

"Good? Brian, he's just as brilliant as you are, you know that. Have you told him lately?"

"I, uh..."

"Brian, do you two ever talk at all or is it all about sex?"

"We talk."

"Prove it; this morning, when you two were getting ready for work, what did you talk about? The weather, the meeting, how much he means to you?"

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"Answer me."

"My suit."

"Your what?"

"My suit."

"How romantic."

"Cynthia, how long have we worked together?"

"Too long."

"You know I have difficulty expressing my feelings sometimes."

"Sometimes? Brian, I have never met anyone as rigid as you are and I don't mean that in a positive life affirming way. If you were any more stiff I'd have to call the morgue."

"I'm not really that bad, am I?" Don't answer that. Cynthia, it's just that sometimes I don't know what to say."

"Why? You're an intelligent man, top in your field, sought after and I don't mean for your sexual prowess. Brian if you don't start expressing yourself to the one person who means everything to you, you will loose him. Think about what I said."

"Yes, mother."

"I'm serious Brian."

"Shit, you're starting to sound like Debbie, just don't start popping me in the head, I will fire your ass. By the way, where is the little tw, artist?"

"He finished the latest on the Werner ad then he headed for PIFA. He said he'd catch up with you later."

"Thanks."

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"Well look who decided to grace us with his presence and dressed to kill I see."

"Emmett, normally I'd have some witty retort but I'm too fucking tired. I came here right from work."

"Burning the midnight oil Boss?"

"Why Theodore, some of us have to earn the money to pay your salary. Speaking of which, don't you have to be at work in the morning? Hang overs and tardiness will not be tolerated."

"No chance of that with seltzer and lime but I get the hint. Goodnight night gentlemen."

"Night Teddy."

"Bye Ted."

"Goodnight Theodore."

"Brian, can I talk to you a minute?"

"What's up Mikey?"

"It's Justin."

"Mikey, no shit tonight, I'm too fucking tired."

"Brian, this is serious, he's drunk. He's been getting hit on big time and accepting drinks from everyone. You gotta do something."

"He's a big boy, he can hold his own."

"Not this time. We even tried to get him to eat but he refused. He's shit-faced Bri, take him home before he gets hurt."

"Refused food? Where is he?"

"In the back."

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"Fuck off!"

"Asshole."

"Hey Bri."

"Hey yourself; a little birdie told me you're working on a major drunk."

"Michael. Well I deserve it. The Werner ad is done and I got my grades today, top of my class. I'm celebrating."

"I can tell, you ready to go home?"

"No."

"Well I am, if you come home with me we can celebrate together."

"Ha, that'll be the day. Brian Kinney celebrating something other than his dick. The world should be spinning off it's axis by now."

"Justin, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, everything."

"Very eloquent."

"Forget it Brian, you wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Do I work hard?"

"Work hard? Jezze Justin, you work harder than me. Kinnetic, the diner, not to mention PIFA and anytime the munchers need a sitter you're there. Plus looking after me, that's a full time job in itself."

"You noticed."

"Of course I noticed. I'm well aware of what you do and what you are in my life."

"So why don't you ever tell me."

"Because."

"Now, try the adult answer."

"Because I'm an inconsiderate, emotionally stunted asshole who'd die without you. It's always been hard to express myself, other than in bed, when it's so important to get it right. I've never been able to get it right with you. I hoped my actions spoke louder than the words I don't say, that I'm too fuckin' scared to say."

"So you'd rather argue about your fucking suit than tell me you care about me, love me."

"Justin, if I didn't care about you I wouldn't bother to argue with you."

"What?"

"Justin, our arguments, even the big knock down drag outs are very important to me. I wouldn't waste my time arguing with someone who didn't mean as much as you do to me."

"You just like the make up sex."

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I wish we didn't do it so much."

"The sex?"

"The arguing."

"Can we go home Sunshine?"

"I guess so. Oh Brian I'm dizzy."

"Easy there partner, sit back down a minute. I'll go get the car and come back for you."

"Okay."

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"Mikey, keep an eye on him, I'm gonna pull the car out in front. He's wasted."

"Okay Bri."

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"Miss me Sunshine?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"No sorry needed; let's get you home."

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"Almost there Baby."

"Bri I think I'm going to be sick."

"Can you wait till we get to the bathroom?"

"Don't think sooo........."

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"Feel better?"

"Much, did I make it to the bathroom?"

"Nope, barely through the loft door, you barfed up your guts then passed out."

"Shit. How did I get to bed?"

"You had help."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, go back to sleep."

"*yawn* "Night Bri."

"Goodnight Baby."

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"Morning Sunshine!"

"Ugh."

"Rise and shine."

"Can you torture me a little more quietly?"

"Nope, don't do the crime if you can't do the time."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later and definitely after you've brushed your teeth. Let's hit the showers, works awaitin'."

"Brian, what's in that bag?"

"My suit."

"Your suit?"

"Yes, the one I was wearing yesterday."

"Why is it in the bag? Oh no. I didn't."

"Yes you did, all over it."

"Oh Brian I am so......."

"Don't say it."

"Brian, that's your favorite suit."

"Yes it was."

"Oh god, I'll drop it off to the cleaners."

"Don't bother."

"Brian, maybe it can be saved."

"Don't worry about it."

"But Brian!"

"Justin! Okay, we'll drop it off on the way. Now move your ass."

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"Brian, I called the cleaners, your suit is saved, we can pick it up tomorrow."

"That's nice."

"Nice? You love that suit, how can you be so nonchalant about it?"

"Justin can you shut up about the fucking suit?"

"Brian sometimes I don't understand you. You rant and rave if you get a speck of dirt on any of your clothes. I barfed all over it! How can you be so calm?"

"Fuck! Don't you understand anything?"

"Explain it to me."

"Don't you have a class to get to?"

"Later Bri."

"Later."

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"Brian?"

"Up here."

"A little early to be in bed."

"I'm beat."

"Too tired to talk?"

"Guess not."

"Care to explain about the suit?"

"Why don't I show you instead."

As tired as he was, the ad exec's need to let Justin know how he felt about him out weighed the exhaustion.

Gently, almost reverently Brian slowly removed each article of Justin's clothes, pausing to kiss the newly exposed skin.

He began to massage Justin's feet, carefully tugging on each toe, kissing each one. Applying a vanilla scented oil, Brian worked the balls of each foot, pushing in his thumbs. Slowly working his way up, Brian gently massaging each calf, deeply kneading Justin's strong thighs.

Brian placed a small kiss into Justin's cock then dribbled more oil onto the pale chest. He ran his fingertips over the alabaster skin. Justin's eyes were closed, reveling in the immense pleasure, feeling the love seep from Brian's fingers, touching Justin's very soul.

The older man urged his blond boy to turn over onto his belly so that he could complete his task.

Warming more oil in the palms of his hands Brian caressed Justin's tight shoulders until the tension melted away. He made his way down Justin's back till he reached the full creamy globes, continuing to caress, paying homage, kissing them with what felt like thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings against the warm flesh.

Brian kneaded the back of Justin's legs and then ended up as he started by kissing Justin's hard working feet.

When the massage was completed, Brian laid down next to his lover, gathering him into his arms, a contented sigh slipped from Justin's lips.

The lovers lay there, the delicate scent of the oil permeated the air with only their sighs and quiet breathing breaking the silence.

Fearing that words would somehow alter the true emotions Brian was trying to relay to Justin, Brian's hand followed the path of Justin's treasure trail to Justin's awaiting cock. Brian stroked the semi-erect penis, awakening it, eliciting soft moans of delight from the boy. Reaching over for a condom and lube, Brian tore open the packet then rolled the condom down over Justin's throbbing member. Justin's eyes snapped open when he realized what Brian was doing. As Justin was about to question his lover, Brian answered with a passionately deep kiss, applying lube to Justin's sheathed cock. With the remainder he prepared his own tight hole, fucking himself with two of his fingers. Before rolling over, Brian whispered into Justin's ear, "love me."

With moist, glistening eyes, Justin mounted his lover, pushing his full length through the tight muscle, hesitating until he felt a slight squeeze to his thigh.

Justin began to thrust.

Concentrating on the glow of the bedside clock, Justin was able to maintain a steady pace, prolonging their pleasure until Brian turned up the heat.

Brian began to thrust his hips back, meeting Justin's forward thrusts.

Grabbing a pillow to raise Brian's hips then raising himself a little higher on his knees, Justin turned the thermostat up higher.

The heat increased.

Sweat began to pour from each man, mingling on the small of Brian's back. Justin pummeled his cock deeper into Brian's tight hot tunnel. Justin tightened his grip on Brian's narrow waist, digging his nails into the tanned toned skin. Brian grunted out, "faster, harder."

The blond's balls spanked up against Brian's ass. The head of his cock raked against the brunet's prostate. Brian groaned out his love, his passion.

"God, Justin, close!"

Justin wanted so much to take hold of Brian's cock but loathed to release the man's hips. Brian reached down between his legs to tug on his cock, taking only three strong tugs before screaming out his orgasm, triggering Justin's.

They came.

Their bodies seizing with the intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. They lay with Justin's smaller frame on top of Brian's long lanky one, hands entwined, calming their racing hearts.

Before the pull of sleep tried to take them away, Justin gently withdrew and disposed of the condom. The lovers wrapped themselves about each other and within the blanket.

Debating with the inadequacy of the English language, Justin whispered a thank you in Brian's ear receiving a myriad of tender kisses as a you're welcome.

"You do care, don't you; you do love me. I matter to you."

"Yes, Justin, all that and more."

"Brian, I'm still sorry about the suit."

"Baby, it's just a fucking suit."

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