It’s All Relative

 Chapter 2

It had been a week since Brian had completed all the forms for the Department of Social Services. Justin spent much of that week distracting him as best he could.

First, he made sure that Ted and Cynthia had plenty of work for Brian at Kinnetik. Not that this was such an unlikely occurrence, but the two colleagues and friends manufactured work when there wasn’t anything urgent to be addressed.

“Ted!” Brian was thumbing through the newest stack of papers deposited on his desk.

“Yes, Boss?”

“Why the fuck do I feel like I’ve had more papers to sign in the past four days than I’ve had in the past six months?”

Ted shrugged, “Just one of those strange phenomena I guess.”

“Ted, you’re a fucking lousy liar.” Brian glared at Ted knowingly. “Did Justin put you up to this to make me crazy so he could have me committed and take over my business?”

Having overheard much of the conversation, Justin walked into Brian’s office. “Yes, that’s exactly it,” he deadpanned. “Now get off Ted’s ass and let’s go pick up that new playscape I ordered for Jessica. I got a call this morning that it just came in.”

“I have no interest in Ted’s ass other than making sure it’s working for Kinnetik while he’s on my clock.”

“Good, now let’s go.”

 

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Justin’s next idea was to have Brian help him put up the toddler-friendly swing set for Jessica that would be placed a mere few feet away from Gus’ immense playscape they had installed the previous year.

It seemed to be working like a charm. That is until Brian’s finger got jammed between pole A and slot B.

He shoved the apparatus so hard it fell over. “I hate this fucking piece of shit.” Brian grabbed the instructions and waved them in front of his husband. “And look at this, Justin -- they want me to use a goddamn gratchet. I still don’t know what the fuck a gratchet is. Couldn’t they have made this shit easier since Gus was born? Where the fuck is Mel when we actually need her?”

Justin looked at him, a bit confused but persevered. “If this is a problem, we can have the groundskeeper put it together.”

“Good, that’s what we pay him for.”

“Brian, we pay him to take care of the grounds, but he’s also pretty handy with tools.”

“There’s only one tool I care to be handy with, Sunshine, and it’s attached to my body -- I believe you know it intimately.” Brian raised an eyebrow and Justin rolled his eyes and snorted at his husband’s antics.

However, that led Justin to his final hope in the quest to distract Brian. He took Brian’s hand and dragged him up to their bedroom.

Making sure the door was locked, despite the fact that neither of the children were home, he then turned on some hot jazz. The beat got Justin’s hips swaying. He guided Brian to the edge of the bed, and with his finger over his lips, Justin silently encouraged him not to say a word.

Ever so slowly, following the music, Justin performed a drawn-out strip tease for Brian. Each piece of clothing was removed to the rhythm of the jazz rift, with the added drama of tossing each item at Brian after it was taken off. Brian’s eyes began to darken with lust.

Justin never stopped moving, and Brian began to rub his rapidly hardening cock in the same rhythm as the dramatic dance. One man the charmer, the other the predatory beast held back from his objective.

Finally, Justin moved closer to Brian and seductively murmured in his ear, “You’re wearing entirely too much for us to finish this special performance.”

That was all Brian had to hear as he shed his clothing in record time. The final item to fall on the floor was his briefs that released a stiff, reddened cock, already dripping with pre-come.

Nothing could be hotter to watch than Brian naked with his eyes darkened further, illustrating his intense desire. Justin’s resistance disappeared as the two began to kiss, devouring each other, crushing their lips together time after time.

Brian held Justin close, his fingers tangled in the blond’s hair while Justin clawed at Brian’s back, wanting to get more of him in any way possible. The two bodies melded as one in the tight clench.

When their cocks rubbed together, the heat became too much, and Justin dragged Brian with him onto their plush carpet. He immediately lay on his back and lifted his legs around Brian’s waist, to pull him in. “Want you inside, need you inside, now,” he moaned between their ardent kisses.

“I always want you to have exactly what you want.” Brian placed his fingers at Justin’s mouth, and the younger man sucked on them, knowing that this would be the only lube. The tube was too far away and he had no intention of stopping.

Brian prepared Justin. First, toying with him by making small circles around the puckering hole and then entering with one finger, all too slowly for Justin. “More, I need more, need you now!”

“Patience, Sunshine.”

Brian pressed a second finger into Justin’s channel and pushed in as far as he could, nudging the special spot within. “Ahhh, oh God!” Justin’s body thrust back against Brian’s touch. “Please, Brian, please.”

Brian stared at his lover continually. Justin was so open and wanton, lying beneath him wanting him. He withdrew his fingers and with the moisture remaining, rubbed his cock twice and slowly entered his husband.

“Fuck!” Justin’s body arched at the invasion, but within moments he pulled Brian down for another intense kiss.

Brian began to move in and out of the warmth that was theirs alone. It never got old or repetitious for either of them. Each time was better than the last.

Soon Brian thrust more urgently. They were both so close. It wouldn’t be long before they both climaxed. Their moans mingled, filling the room with the sounds of sex and passion.

Justin’s body tightened around his lover’s long, hard cock as it rammed into him over and over, never letting up for a moment.

Brian crushed his lips down onto Justin’s once more as the simultaneous orgasms ripped through their bodies. The two lay there in a heap, unable to move on the bedroom floor, clothes thrown all about the room.

As their breathing returned to normal, Brian slowly pulled out as he softened.

“Brian, stay close.”

Brian rolled onto his back and drew Justin in. “I’m not going anywhere. That was fucking amazing and unexpected.”

Justin grinned, sated and relaxed in Brian’s arms.

“Care to tell me what got into you?”

He snorted, “I believe that was you who got into me.”

“Very funny. But what’s going on?”

“Nothing -- when I saw you all hot and sweaty from that fucking playscape disaster, I couldn’t resist.”

Brian moved back slightly so he could look at Justin. “And what about the timing of the arrival of that playscape and Ted’s need for me to sign and read every paper Kinnetik ever processed, accompanied by Cynthia’s sudden need for approvals on everything from artwork to the purchase of toilet paper? Care to explain?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Justin looked away, resting his head on Brian’s chest.

“Come on, Justin, confess. What the fuck is going on?” Before Justin had a chance to respond, the proverbial lightbulb went off above Brian’s head. “Wait a goddamn minute. You’re trying to distract me, so I don’t go off the fucking deep end while we wait to hear from a social worker. Is that it?”

Justin’s blush was all the answer Brian needed.

“Have I been that big an asshole lately?”

“Not that big, but you were getting there.”

Justin looked deep into Brian’s eyes, hoping he wasn’t too angry. Instead of anger, he saw only love and warmth. “Then I guess you succeeded in your mission, and I’ll try to stay calm until we get a call.”

“Even with Ted?”

“I make no promises, but I’ll try.” Brian smirked and held Justin tight.

“How about a shower and then a trip into the city for dinner at the diner? Maybe some of the guys will be there, and I’ll let you amuse yourself with them.”

Brian laughed when he heard Justin’s stomach growl. “Sounds like a plan.”

As the two prepared to head into town, Justin hoped that the social worker would contact them soon, so they could finally get beyond all the added stress. He just wanted to make sure that Jessica would be Brian’s, signed, sealed and delivered.

 

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The bell over the diner’s entrance announced a new arrival who gazed in shock at the bizarre and gregarious decor of greasy spoon.


[TBC]

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