Rekindling – A B/J Vignette

 

What was it that Emmett said all those years ago?

Justin remember and laughed, “Sometimes all you have to do is add a new ingredient to spice up an old dish…If you’re getting too old then the rest of us should be in assisted care.” Yep, it was something like that he chuckled to himself.

Now it was time to spice up the works. Work had been a demanding bitch for both of them lately and the fires in both of their “life-gates” were barely flickering.

Justin lurked about the attic until he discovered just the box he was hoping to find. This should do the trick. He snorted thinking of the double-entendre.

About an hour later Brian opened the door to Britin—he still couldn’t believe that he couldn’t get that stupid name out of his head—and the front parlor/living room was dark. In fact, the entire house was dark. He’d had another monster, for-shit day at Kinnetik and hoped that to add insult to injury the power hadn’t gone out as well, although lately his power was at the dimmer level most of the time anyway.

He ventured further into the central foyer and placed his coat and briefcase on the entryway table. As soon as his belongings were laid to rest a small spotlight flicked on in the front parlor.

Brian cautiously entered the room and nearly guffawed when he saw Justin standing barefoot on their extremely expensive Italian coffee table.

Having definitely caught Brian’s eye, Justin immediately turned on their sound system via remote and began dancing.

Brian couldn’t make out the song initially, but had an incredible sense of déjà vu when recognition took hold. Justin, wearing cargo pants with a loose-fitting belt, a fringed shirt slung around his neck and a cowboy hat was dancing his ass off…for Brian. Realization brought a combined tongue-in-cheek AND raised eyebrow response.

As the belt was loosened and the cargoes dropped, Brian approached Justin, firmly declaring, “This time your ass is only mine…and vice versa if you’re lucky.”

Justin didn’t get to finish this encore performance, but Brian certainly turned up the heat that had been formerly waning (although the fireplace went unlit). As Brian & Justin rekindled their intense passion the song “High School Confidential” played on.

As their passion deepened Brian uttered only three words, “Happy Twentieth, Sunshine”.

Before all thought dissipated, Justin tried to note that he’d have to thank Emmett for his great advice.
 

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