Domestic Bliss

New and Old

Brian contacted Justin's mother and told her that he was looking for some space for his new ad agency. She agreed to draw up a list of potential office space and get back to him. They had gone and looked at four or five places but none of them were what Brian wanted. He wasn't interested in the traditional highrise office space in downtown Pittsburgh. He wanted his business to be unique and the office space needed to say that. Jenn set about drawing up another list of not so usual business spaces.

Friday afternoon Justin was changing his clothes when he heard a car pull into the driveway. A few seconds later the front door opened.

"Brian?" Justin called.

"Yeah, it's me."

"What are you doing home so early?"

"I've had it. Vance was being a complete ass today."

Justin came down the stairs wearing his slacks and sports jacket over a sky blue pullover sweater.

"You look good enough to eat," Brian said pulling him into his arms for a heated kiss. Brian's hands wandered to Justin's crotch immediately starting to get him hard.

"Um … Brian, we can't," Justin said as soon as he could talk.

Brian pushed him back and looked into his eyes. "Why not?" he asked, the worry evident on his face.

"It's nothing like that," Justin assured him realizing that Brian thought this had something to do with the Trip Bedford incident as he now chose to think of it.

"Then what?"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Forgot what?" Brian frowned.

"Forgot that I have a 'date' tonight." He used his fingers to put quotation marks around the word date.

"A date?" Brian asked searching his memory for the piece of information that would help to make sense of this. "Gwen!" he said as realization dawned. "The symphony."

"Almost," Justin laughed. "You get half a star."

"Why?"

"It's the Pittsburgh Philharmonic, not the symphony."

"Since when did you get to be such a classical music aficionado?" Brian immediately regretted his words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Neither of them wanted to think about their separation during the Ethan Gold period.

Justin chose his words carefully. "I'm not especially fond of classical music, but Gwen was trying to cheer me up when she invited me."

"Do you still need cheering up?"

Justin smiled one of his megawatt ones. He shook his head. "You've been doing a pretty good job of that. I especially like the part about working together."

Brian smirked. "Glad I did something right."

"So why are you home so early? Weren't you and Mom going to look at properties?"

"She called and said she was having trouble finding anything that I might want, so we put it off till next week."

"So, I guess you're going to be home all by yourself," Justin smirked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about the underwear party that we're hosting tonight. Correction, I'm hosting."

"Asshole!"

"Are you sure we don't have time for a quickie?" Brian asked as he nuzzled Justin's neck and let his hands massage that wonderful ass. He could feel Justin grow hard.

"Brian…"

"I need you," Brian whispered.

"I really don't have time," Justin said before Brian's mouth descended on his and he lost his train of thought.

He could feel Brian's hands removing and discarding the clothes he had taken so long to select. The kisses continued, robbing him of oxygen and making his insides burn with need. Brian's warm hands were everywhere arousing him even more. Brian's tongue was on his neck and his nipple and his ear. He moaned as the assault continued.

Finally when he was sure he couldn't stand it anymore Brian shoved him against the door frame into the kitchen. He managed to kick off his slacks which had pooled around his ankles and threatened to topple him over. He grabbed the door frame to keep his balance but also because his knees were so weak. He hung on for dear life.

Justin felt Brian's hot breath on the back of his neck and it made him shiver. Brian was still fully clothed and Justin was stark naked, all his "date" clothes strewn across the front foyer. He could feel Brian's hard cock trapped in his trousers as the man pressed against him.

"You forgot something about today too, Sunshine," Brian whispered.

"I did?" Justin was having trouble thinking at all, let alone remembering anything special about this particular day.

"It's six months since I … made that mistake. We don't have to use condoms anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Briiaan," Justin moaned as he felt Brian's fingers probing and opening. He felt the coldness of lube being applied and then Brian was pressing into him and it felt so fucking good. It had been so long since they had done it raw, and nothing felt better. It was like every groove and vein of Brian's cock left its imprint inside him. He moaned as Brian continued his thrusts.

"Oh, my fucking god, Brian. I'm going to explode!" Justin cried.

"Hang on just a bit longer," Brian panted as he thrust again and again. He never wanted this to end, but he knew they were both so close.

"Shit! I can't," Justin gasped as he shot his load all over the door frame and Brian came at the same time inside of him, so deep that he could almost taste it.

"Fuck!" Brian panted as he tried to get his breath and stay upright while the room spun around him. He closed his eyes and hung onto Justin.

Justin's nails dug into the door frame looking for purchase, anything to keep him from tumbling to the floor. His legs felt like rubber and his heart was pounding at least double its normal rate. He felt Brian's weight against him and his softening cock still inside him. They hadn't had an orgasm quite like that since before Trip Bedford.

"We're back," he managed to whisper as he felt Brian slip out, and his lover gently bit his neck.

"Yeah," Brian agreed trying to open his eyes and focus. That had been one of the most intense experiences they had ever shared. He snaked his arm around Justin and pulled the smaller body against his own. "That was worth a few extra minutes, wasn't it?"

Just then the front doorbell rang. Justin let out a groan.

"That has to be Gwen and I'm fucking naked."

"Grab your clothes and run upstairs. I'll stall her," Brian said as he adjusted his trousers and smirked at his partner. Bent over picking up his scattered clothes, there was nothing Brian wanted more than to plow that tight little ass one more time. However, he cleared his throat as Justin raced up the stairs. Brian headed to the front door.

He pulled it open with a cheery, "Hello, Gwen."

She looked at the smirk on his face but decided not to say anything as she had just an inkling of an idea about what might have been going on when she rang the bell. The heightened color in Brian's cheeks and his jaunty air spoke volumes. Definitely a self-satisfied man, or rather a partner-satisfied man.

"Is Justin ready? We have a dinner reservation in twenty minutes. I was expecting him ten minutes ago."

"He's upstairs primping," Brian said smugly. "You know how he is."

"Hrmpf," she said letting him know she didn't buy that for a minute. Then she smiled to let him know it was all right. She understood a little bit about lust herself. Marc was one sexy man when he wanted to be.

"Come in for a minute. I'm sure Justin will be right down."

Gwen walked into the foyer and looked around. There was a pair of underwear lying on the third step of the stairs. She smiled to herself. She had been right about what they were doing before she arrived.

"Would you like a drink?" Brian asked moving to the bar and pouring himself a glass of Beam.

"No, thanks. We really need to get going," she said looking at her watch. She hated being late.

"Justin," Brian shouted. "What the fuck are you doing up there?"

At that moment Justin came down the stairs wearing what he had had on a few minutes before. He didn't look too rumpled but his cheeks were definitely crimson.

"I'm ready, Gwen. Sorry to keep you waiting," he said as he gave Brian a death glare. "Let's get going before we lose our reservation."

"I'm so glad you're coming with me," Gwen gushed as she linked her arm through Justin's. "Bye, Brian."

"Enjoy your night at the symphony."

"Philharmonic." They disappeared out the front door with Justin mouthing, "You'll pay later."

Brian merely snickered to himself. Somebody would pay later that night but he didn't think either of them would mind.

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Brian made himself a sandwich and then tried to find something on TV. He wasn't used to being alone at night anymore, especially on a Friday night. He had long since forsaken clubbing at least as a regular activity. The clubs had always been the place to find a trick and he hadn't needed a trick since Justin. Even though he refused to admit that to Justin for such a long time, the truth was that he had little desire for other men once he knew Justin was waiting for him. He had fought that realization for many years, but now he was fully committed to it and to Justin. They were tied together in more ways than he liked to think about. And he was about to initiate one more link between them. If he could start his own company, then Justin would be working for him for at least the first while.

Brian finished his sandwich and switched off the TV. He hit the remote for the stereo and had to smile. Justin must have put this CD in. It played, "Let's Hear It for the Boy".

That song had bittersweet memories. It was the beginning of the end of his old life. He shook his head but had to chuckle to himself. Justin had balls. That was for sure. He knew what he wanted and he went after it. Always had.

He also knew what he didn't want. He didn't want a Brian who couldn't show him love and respect in the traditional ways. Back then Justin hadn't understood all the ways that Brian was telling him how much he loved him, without ever saying those words. And Brian had paid the price for his inability to say "I love you".

Ethan Gold! Where the fuck did that name come from? Brian stared at the stereo. Justin was going to hear classical music tonight. He wondered if his husband would be remembering the man he had once left Brian for. How could he help but remember while sitting in a symphony hall. There would be several violinists in the orchestra.

Brian wondered what had happened to Ethan Gold. They had parted ways with a tacit understanding that Ethan needed to value himself and make his way in the world. He needed to leave Justin alone. The last Brian had heard of him he had gone off to study and play in Europe. He was probably still there.

The song on the stereo ended and Brian flicked it off. He was going to go crazy sitting there listening to old songs and dredging up memories that were best left in the past. He grabbed his cell phone which he had set on the coffee table. He hit number three on his speed dial.

"Hey, Brian, what's up?" the familiar voice said.

"Mikey, what are you up to tonight?"

"Are you asking me out?" Michael laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Um…is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Why do you ask?"

"You haven't called me to go out in what … over a year?"

"Has it been that long?"

"Yes, asshole. Where's Justin?"

"He had a date."

"A date? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"With a woman." Brian couldn't help but yank Michael's chain.

"Have you two gone nuts?"

"No, he's out with Gwen, our next door neighbor."

"Oh … well … I guess that's all right then," Michael said.

"Of course it's all right."

"So what are they doing?"

"They went to the symphony or the philharmonic or some fucking classical thing."

"Classical? Are you sure that's wise?"

Brian knew Michael was thinking about Ethan just the way he had. "It's fine, Michael. It's just a night out for Justin. And speaking of nights out, how about you meet me at Woody's for a drink?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, are you busy?"

"Um … can I bring Ben or did you want it to be just the two of us?"

"Bring the good professor by all means," Brian sighed. "I thought we'd shoot a game of pool and have a couple of drinks. That's all."

"Sure, we can do that. An hour?"

"Sounds good."

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Gwen and Justin finished up their meal at the little restaurant not far from the symphony hall.

"That was very good, Justin," Gwen smiled. "But I think we better skip dessert and coffee and get over to the hall. It's almost a ten minute walk and we don't want to be late."

"It was good you knew about that parking lot. It should save us a lot of time. We don't have to move the car and we should be able to get out easily when the hall lets out," Justin said as he signaled for the check.

"I discovered it a long time ago. We used to park in the lot next to the hall and then we would be a half hour getting out of it. Marc used to be furious by the time we finally pulled into traffic. This way we get a little exercise and his blood pressure doesn't go through the roof.

Justin signed the credit card slip and they got up to leave.

"Thanks for dinner," Gwen smiled as they walked outside.

"It's a nice night for a stroll," Justin said looking around.

"I think a brisk walk is more in order," Gwen replied looking at her watch.

Justin nodded and they started off at a quick pace.

"The only flaw in this whole parking plan is when it's pouring rain," Gwen laughed as they hurried along.

"It's not supposed to rain tonight, is it?" Justin asked with a frown. "The umbrella's in the car."

"I don't think they're calling for rain, but it wouldn't be the first time that I've come home looking like a drowned rat," Gwen laughed.

"You mean Marc didn't run through the rain and pull the car up to the main entrance to get you?"

"Would Brian do that for you?"

"Not bloody likely. He'd grab my hand and we'd make a run for it."

"Welcome to my world," Gwen laughed as they arrived at the front steps of Philharmonic Hall.

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A little before nine Brian arrived at Woody's. He walked in to find Ben and Michael already there. They had nabbed a table to shoot pool. Brian grabbed a beer at the bar and joined them.

"Professor," Brian smirked as he gave Michael a kiss.

"Brian," Ben smirked back.

"So, you ready to have your ass kicked, Mikey?"

"It just might be my night to tan your hide," Michael boasted while Ben smiled approvingly.

"That'll be the day," Brian said as he racked them up.

"I'll watch from over here," Ben said. He took his beer to a nearby table and sat down. He grabbed the newspaper that was lying there and started flipping through it.

Michael broke and Brian proceeded to clear the table.

"Fuck!" Michael reacted when the last ball fell.

"Haven't lost my touch," Brian stated his tongue in cheek. "I need another beer." He headed for the bar.

"How the fuck does he do that?" Michael asked Ben as he walked over to the table where Ben was sitting. "He never practises."

"I bet he has a pool table hidden away in the basement of his house. A secret practiser," Ben laughed. "He probably spends hours at the pool table every night," Ben said trying to cheer Michael up.

Brian reappeared with three beers and handed one to each of them. "Want me to break for you?"

Michael shook his head. "I'm sick of being the butt of your handiwork."

"I thought you were Ben's butt?"

"Ha, ha, ha," Michael said making a face.

"You're so much fun tonight," Brian stated.

"You just miss Justin."

"Yeah, I do," Brian admitted.

"You did pretty well without his crotch to aim at."

"Actually that was always somewhat of a distraction."

"So, how come you didn't go to the symphony too?"

"I wasn't invited."

"You two are never out separately anymore," Michael observed.

"Sure we are," Brian frowned.

"No, you aren't. You're joined at the hip, just like Ben and me."

"Well, we are committed," Brian smirked. He wasn't sure whether he was pleased by Michael's observation or ticked off by it.

"I never thought I would hear those words come out of Brian Kinney's mouth, but here you are. Remember the days when you couldn't even say the word relationship?"

"Ancient history."

"Yeah, I guess it is for both of us."

"Let's sit down and finish our beers." Brian slid into the seat across from Ben and Michael pulled up another chair. "What's so interesting?" Brian asked when he realized Ben was staring at a page of the newspaper as if transfixed.

"There's an ad here for the philharmonic. They're doing Mozart tonight."

"Fascinating," Brian said sarcastically.

"And guess who the guest soloist is."

There was a long pause as Brian frowned. Ben held up the paper and pointed to the ad where the soloist's name was printed in heavy black type.

"Fuck!" Brian managed to get out after he recovered from choking on his beer.

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