Through My Eyes
Chapter 1
Author's Note: Was sitting around and it hit me how funny and/or strange it could be if Brian and Justin were to have their own version of Freaky Friday.
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Justin rolled his eyes as Brian continued his rant about the new Thai takeout place. He'd been out of sorts since his favorite restaurant closed and he'd been bitching about how horrible the pad Thai was, inedible.
"Dammit, Brian, if it's so bad, just throw the shit out and order a pizza."
"You know I can't eat pizza this late."
"You can, you just choose not to. And it wouldn't kill you to try something different once in awhile. Why is it that we have to have Thai every fucking Thursday night?"
"Because I like fucking Thai food on Thursdays. Why is that such a problem for you all of a sudden?"
Justin rolled his eyes again and flopped down on the couch, knowing that it annoyed Brian to no end when he did so.
"Fuck, Sunshine, that couch cost four thousand dollars. Maybe you could learn to sit down like a normal person."
"What the fuck is up your ass tonight, Bri? Did something happen at the office or something?"
Brian ignored the questions and continued picking at his noodles until he finally gave up and tossed them in the trash can. Looking over at Justin he just shook his head and gave in.
"Order the fucking pizza, but no sausage. I hate sausage."
Justin hit the speed dial on his cell, and ordered two extra large pizzas, one veggie and one with extra sausage and olives for himself. Without a word to Brian, he settled back on the couch and flipped on the TV.
He watched Brian out of the corner of his eye as he sat down in front of the computer, mumbling to himself. Each sat in his own world until the buzzer signaled the arrival of dinner.
Brian paid for the pies and the boys ate in silence. After dinner, Brian went back to his laptop and Justin settled in to watch another repeat of Friends.
Several hours later, silence still filled the loft and Justin stretched, yawning, before getting up and crossing the room to kiss his lover.
"So, wanna tell me what happened to put you in such a mood?"
"Nothing. We just lost a big account to Vangard."
"Which account?"
"Brown Athletics."
"I thought Mr. Brown was thrilled with the last presentation. What happened?"
"The new intern dropped a pot of coffee on him during the meeting Monday. Then she ruined the presentation. I'm starting to believe that Vance hired her to sabotage the whole campaign."
"What was the campaign for?"
"A new line of tennis rackets. I had a hell of a time coming up with something worthwhile and then Samantha goes and fucks it all up."
"How exactly did she ruin the presentation?"
"Well let's see, the girl has horrible luck. I mean just the worst luck ever. After she dropped the coffee pot in his lap, she proceeded to knock over all the canvasses and then she stepped straight through the damn things. Poor Cynthia was trying everything she could to get her out of the room, but it was a little too damn late to salvage anything. The Brown execs just sat there dumbfounded, and I was ready to kill the bitch."
Justin unconsciously began to rub Brian's neck and shoulders letting his hands wander down to his chest. "Did you fire her?"
"That's the scariest part, I didn't."
Justin raised an eyebrow and waited speechless for a minute. "What do you mean, you didn't? She cost you your largest account and you didn't kill her?"
"No."
"No. No is all you can say? Why the fuck didn't you fire her?"
"I have no fucking idea. I went into her office prepared to throw the skinny little cow out on her ass, but when I got there it was like invasion of the body snatchers."
"I'll say," Justin laughed.
"I just couldn't do it. Hell, I couldn't even yell at her."
"Looks like I'm finally rubbing off on you."
"Maybe I'm just mellowing in my old age. No fuck that, I'm not old. I must be suffering a mental breakdown or something."
Justin maneuvered his way into Brian's lap and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a trail of warm kisses along the way. Sliding the shirt off Brian's shoulders, Justin's tongue found a taut nipple and teased until Brian moaned softly.
Brian's hands found Justin's hair and pulled his young lover to him, capturing him in a passionate kiss. Sliding a hand under his lover's legs Brian stood and crossed the room. He never broke the embrace while arranging the pillows on the floor with his foot. Once it was perfect, he tenderly laid Justin down, all the while still connected with the kiss.
Justin caressed Brian's back and moaned loudly as Brian pulled away to roll a condom on his erection. Within minutes they were lost in passion and never noticed the storm that had started to rage just outside the loft windows.
Just as both reached orgasm lightning struck somewhere in the loft sending a shower of sparks cascading down around them. Justin pulled Brian away quick enough that they both only suffered minor burns.
"That was weird," Brian muttered under his breath.
An hour later both men were feeling a little strange and decided to just go up to bed for the night. Justin watched as Brian climbed in on the left side of the bed and then slid in behind him pulling him close. It was a matter of minutes before both were lost in dreams.
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Brian rolled over, hitting the snooze button on the alarm and yanking back the blankets. He padded across the floor to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Finished, he returned to the bedroom and got dressed. Opening the blinds he pulled the blankets from Justin's head and loudly proclaimed it was time to start the day.
"Rise and Shine, Sunshine!"
Justin rolled out of bed and headed downstairs for breakfast. He was sitting down to a plate loaded with eggs and bacon and sausage and toast with butter and jelly when he looked up and nearly choked.
"Brian, what's going on?"
Brian looked up and spit coffee everywhere. He ran to the mirror that hung near the door and let out a scream. "What the fuck is going on here, Sunshine? Is this some kind of joke, because it is NOT fucking FUNNY."
"I'm just as confused as you, Bri. Are we dreaming?"
"More like a fucking nightmare."
"Hey, I'm cute."
"Yeah, well, I don't do cute."
"But it could be fun, we could actually fuck ourselves."
"Quit fucking around, Justin, and help me figure out how the hell this happened and how I get my body back."
"Oh my god, that's right, I'm Brian Fucking Kinney. The number one fag in the world. Just think of all the ass I'm going to get looking like this."
"You will NOT leave this house looking like me, and I most certainly will not be going anywhere looking like a blond twink who doesn't have a fucking clue how to dress."
"I know how to dress. It's just I'm so much younger than you and I actually wear things that are my age."
"Yeah, cargos and hoodies. There is no fucking way I'm wearing khaki cargos and that fucking nasty ass hoodie you live in."
"I think you'd look hot in my clothes."
"You would." Brian paced the kitchen, wincing every time he passed a reflective surface that reminded him he looked like a kid. Then it hit him. "FUCK, I have a meeting with Mr. Brown this morning to try to convince him to come back to Kinnetik. How the hell can I do that looking like this? No one in their right fucking mind would believe me if I told them that somehow I wound up in the body of my lover."
"Well, they'd believe that you were *IN* me, just not that you *ARE* me."
"I AM NOT YOU! I AM STILL BRIAN FUCKING KINNEY!"
"Calm down, Bri, it's not the end of the world. And you aren't the only one with something important happening today. I'm meeting with Sydney down at the gallery about a new show for some of my new pieces. Then I have a lunch with Lindsay to discuss a joint project for the GLC. Imagine their surprise if I were to show up looking like this."
"They'd think that you'd gotten a hell of a lot more style."
"Fuck you. I dress just fine."
"For a high school kid."
"I'm in college, thank you."
"Yeah well, I'm not. And I can NOT go to the office like this, so we have to find a way to fix it."
"Oh, so I should just wave my magic wand and set the universe back to order?"
"Very fucking funny, Sunshine. Maybe you could cut out the sarcastic attitude and help me figure out how to get us back into our own bodies."
"I kinda like being in your body. I think I'll stay."
"The fuck you will. That is my body and only I get to enjoy all the perks that go with it. You need to get the fuck back in your hot little bubble butt self. And quit fucking eating all that junk. I have to watch my figure."
"And *I'm* hungry."
"As long as you are in my body you will eat properly."
"Or what, you'll spank yourself?"
"You are so not funny right now, Justin. Now get me the phone so I can figure out how to postpone my schedule until I wake up from this fucking nightmare."
"Get it yourself, you're younger than I am," Justin shot back with a little giggle, ducking the sponge that Brian threw at him.
Twenty minutes later Brian hung up the phone and turned to Justin.
"Fuck, I'm just not used to talking to myself."
"Sure you are. You're just not used to seeing your face when you do it."
"Shut the fuck up, this is serious. Cynthia cannot push the meeting back. Brown says that if we don't do this today they're going with Vangard. I have no choice but to pitch this morning."
"And just how the hell do you plan on doing that? Are you going to blindfold everyone and tell them it's a feeling presentation? Cause I hate to tell you that Brown executives are not going to be too keen on feeling the ass or chest or cock of some hot fag you've lined up as a model."
"You'd be surprised how many of them would actually get off on that. But you're right, I have no clue how the fuck I'm going to make this work."
"Well, while you figure it out I have to get ready for my meeting with Sydney. I'll be at the studio if you need me."
"You are not leaving this house looking like that."
"Looking like what? Like you?"
"I do not wear clothes like that Justin. And you will not parade my body around town in teeny bopper attire."
"I'm going to work on a painting. Do you really want me to get paint all over your $4000 Armani pinstripe and $6000 Prada boots?"
"I'll kill you."
"Exactly, now if you'll excuse me I need to be going."
Brian grabbed himself. "You will be staying right where you are, young man."
An hour later Brian had figured out how to get both of their schedules accomplished. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he nearly vomited. Justin stood next to him looking beautiful in Armani, while he looked like a street urchin in jeans and a Mickey Mouse tee.