Domestic Bliss

Work Crew

"I understand…Yeah, it's okay…Let me know." Brian slammed down the receiver on the phone in the kitchen. "Fuck!"

"What's going on? You almost knocked the base off the wall," Justin said as he came in from the pool area.

"That was Nate," Brian said like that explained everything.

"He's not coming back," Justin said with a sigh.

"You got it on the first guess, Sunshine."

"Shit! What are we going to do now?"

"Like I know! I think we're fucking screwed … and without lube."

"There has to be something we can do. Can we offer Nate more money?"

"If I had any more money to offer him, I would," Brian said running his hand through his hair. "As it stands, if I don't get the Remsen account, I'm fucked. I won't even be able to pay for what's been done already."

"But … I thought you got your severance and…"

"I did, but that fucking mansion still cost a fortune."

"I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't know."

"It's not your fault."

"I should have been looking for another job instead of sitting around the house reading that fucking diary."

"You have a job. You're the head of my art department," Brian said fiercely.

Justin smiled in spite of his worry. He liked to hear Brian say things like that. He reached out and pulled Brian into a hug. "Did Nate suggest any other contractors that we might contact about the job?" Justin asked as he wracked his brain trying to think of some way to help.

Brian shook his head. "The only suggestions he had were people I'd already contacted and they didn't want the job then. I'm sure they won't be rushing right over to take it now," Brian said bitterly.

"I'm sorry," Justin said gently.

"You know the strangest thing."

"What?"

"Nate says he would be willing to continue the job, but his men won't come back. Nate got hurt worse than any of them, and he still wants to finish what he started. He says he doesn't have a concussion by the way. Just a bump on the head."

"But he's all right otherwise?" Brian nodded. "Couldn't we work with him to finish it?" Justin asked as the idea dawned on him.

"Are you fucking kidding? I'm not touching a power saw or a fucking hammer for that matter. I value my fingers too much."

"But…" Justin said thoughtfully. "If Nate did all the power tool stuff, couldn't we lift and carry for him?"

"Yes, we could, Sunshine," Brian said softly with an appreciative smile to his supportive partner. He remembered how Justin had grabbed that hammer and trudged up the stairs to take down the wall to the attic all by himself. "But we can't do the work of the four men that he had with him. We probably wouldn't make up for even one of his men. It would take us weeks, months probably."

"Shit! What are we going to do?"

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to have a drink."

"Make it two," Justin said as he slumped down dejectedly into his chair at the kitchen table.

Brian returned from the family room with two glasses of Beam. He set one down in front of Justin and raised the other in mock salute. "To … the ghost! You screwed us right royally, Algernon!"

"Brian," Justin said as he refused to drink to that. "It's not Algernon's fault."

"Then who the fuck's fault is it?" Brian demanded as he stalked back into the family room to replenish his drink.

"Don't get drunk, Brian," Justin said hoping to stop the inevitable.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up? Leave me alone."

Justin stood up without touching the now unwanted drink. He looked in the family room at Brian who was sprawled on the sofa sipping at his Beam. At least he wasn't throwing it back one after another.

"I'm going out for a bit," Justin said.

"Don't forget to come back. I'm not sure I can take anybody else bailing on me," Brian called as Justin reached the front door.

Justin smiled. It was good to hear that Brian wanted him to come back even under these less than ideal circumstances. For once Brian wasn't pushing him away when a crisis arose. He needed to let Brian wallow for a while, make himself scarce, and then come back later to pour Brian into bed when he was totally blotto.

*****

When Justin returned a couple of hours later he found Brian passed out on the sofa. He had the meager remnants of the bottle of Beam resting on his chest.

"Ah, Brian," Justin said shaking his head. He knew that liquor was one of Brian's tried and true pain management techniques. Obviously he had put it to good use, or bad use, depending on your point of view. Justin gently patted the side of Brian's face trying to rouse him.

"Wha…?" Brian muttered pushing Justin's hand away.

"Come on, big guy. Up and at 'em. We're going to bed."

"No, need a drink," Brian mumbled.

"You've had plenty," Justin said prying the almost empty bottle out of Brian's hands. "You're going to be so sorry about this in the morning. Come on," Justin repeated trying to pull Brian to his feet.

"No, need a drink."

Justin sighed. If one pain management technique could work, so might another one. "Hey, come on, Brian. I want to fuck. I'll give you the best blowjob if you come with me."

Justin watched Brian's eyes flicker with lust. Getting his dick sucked was always Brian's favorite of his many pain management methods. "'Kay," Brian said trying to stand.

Justin hooked his arm under Brian's and helped him rise. He felt Brian sway and lean heavily against him. "Slowly," Justin said.

"I must be out of practise, Shunshine," Brian slurred. "I used to be able to drink two bottles of that and keep right on dancing."

"I know, I know," Justin agreed. "I've seen you do it."

"Those were the days!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they were."

Justin guided Brian out of the family room and along the hall to the stairs. Getting him to climb them was going to be tricky.

"Tired, Shunshine, very tried," Brian muttered and leaned more heavily on Justin.

"Focus, Brian. We have to get you upstairs if you want that excellent blowjob."

"All blowjobs are excellent," Brian told him, seeming to concentrate for a minute, despite his alcoholic haze. "Even the mediocre ones. As long as you get off…"

"Right, keep walking, Brian."

"I could just sleep on the couch," Brian said reasonably.

"Yes, you could, and then I would get to listen to you gripe all day about your back and why the fuck I let you sleep there. So, keep moving." Justin maneuvered Brian up the first couple of steps.

Suddenly Brian started to sway and Justin thought for a moment that they were both going to be tipping over backwards and falling down the stairs. He gave Brian a shove towards the steps to stop him from going ass over teakettle backwards. Brian pitched forward and sprawled out on the stairs.

"Fuck!" Justin said as he realized he now had to get Brian back on his feet.

"You said you were gonna fuck me," Brian said looking up at Justin with an accusatory glance.

"Then get your ass up the stairs and I will," Justin replied exasperated with the whole situation.

Brian started to crawl up one step at a time using his knees. Justin watched in disbelief.

"Jesus, Brian! Get up."

"Can't, the stairs are shpiraling down all around me. Have to hold on."

"Then keep crawling," Justin said with a sigh as Brian had already managed to get about halfway up the stairs. He stayed behind his drunken partner knowing that it would be far safer if Brian fell forward than backwards. He could try to stop any backward motion by being behind him.

"Almost there, Shunshine," Brian crowed obviously pleased with himself.

Justin would have liked to have had a movie of Brian's tortuous ascent of the stairs. It would have been a good laugh some night in the future or blackmail when he really wanted Brian to do something for him.

"Made it," Brian said as he plopped down on the upstairs hallway floor. He looked up at Justin with a goofy grin like he wanted approval for his accomplishment.

"That's great, Brian. Now see if you can stand. We have to go down the hall to the bedroom."

"You could blow me here?" Brian said with what he must have thought was a tempting look on his face.

"I could, but I won't," Justin said. "Get up."

"You're no fun, Shunshine."

"That's right. And there won't be any fun until I get you in bed."

"We can have fun in bed," Brian grinned as he pushed himself back up onto his knees.

Justin helped him get the rest of the way to vertical. "That's it, just a little bit farther," Justin encouraged him as they wove their way down the hall. Justin pushed the door to the bedroom open with his foot and they staggered in. Justin half ran with Brian to the bed refusing to let the man topple over until he got there. Once they were near the bed, Justin gave Brian a push and he landed safely atop the sheets.

"That was fun, now blow me," Brian said looking up at his partner and fumbling with the buttons on his jeans.

"You are such an asshole," Justin replied shaking his head.

"You promised," Brian pouted.

"That I did." Justin unbuttoned Brian's jeans, swatting away Brian's inept fingers, and pulled out the infamous cock. "Christ, are you always hard - drunk, sober, stoned?"

Brian nodded his head and giggled. Justin had to laugh at how like a horny little boy his supposedly grown up partner looked.

Justin slid his hand up and down Brian's dick watching the grin on Brian's face turn to lust. He crawled up onto the bed and sucked the hard cock into his mouth. Brian let out a groan and thrust his hips upward driving his dick into the velvet warmth of Justin's mouth.

"Easy," Justin said.

"I might pass out, Shunshine, so you better get moving."

"You wouldn't dare pass out while I'm blowing you," Justin challenged him.

Brian shrugged and looked into Justin's eyes. "You never know."

"Oh, I know," Justin replied as he got to work on Brian's cock.

"Fuck," Brian breathed as he felt his body respond to every twirl of Justin's tongue, every suck from those luscious lips, every cool breeze of Justin's breath across his rigid member.

In no time flat Brian was coming like he rarely did. Justin sucked it all out of him and swallowed it all.

"I knew you wouldn't pass out until that was over," Justin said confidently.

Brian grunted in response, his eyes still closed. The aftershocks were still rippling through him.

"Go to sleep, Brian. You need to get up early tomorrow," Justin told him as he yanked Brian's jeans off. He decided to leave the T-shirt on. He rolled Brian over onto his side and safely onto the bed. He threw a cover over him and walked into the bathroom. "You're going to be very busy tomorrow, and that hangover is not going to improve your mood," he said into the mirror as he washed his face and got ready for bed.

*****

"Briiian," Justin cooed. "Wakey, wakey."

"What the fuck!!" Brian grumbled as Justin's insistent voice broke through the haze that seemed to surround him.

"Time to get up."

"Fuck off," Brian said as he tried to bury his face in the pillow.

"You have an appointment at eight o'clock."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. I told Nate we'd meet him at the mansion at eight."

"Did he call?" Brian asked as he tried to raise his head. He let out a moan and dropped his face back into the pillow.

"Yes," Justin said. "Get up."

"I can't. My head will explode."

"I could make you some of my grandmother's hangover remedy."

"Are you fucking crazy? That stuff would kill me. It tastes like yak shit."

"So, get up and I won't have to force feed it to you."

"What does Nate want? Are the men coming back to work?" Brian asked hopefully.

"I don't know. Um…we should go find out."

"You go," Brian said as he buried his face once again.

"Come on, Brian. Have a shower and you'll feel better."

"Fuck off!"

"You are the asshole to end all assholes. Now, get your ass out of that bed and into the shower," Justin yelled.

Brian felt his head expand and contract. He knew he was going to go blind. "Do…don't do that," he begged.

"Then get up or I'll start shouting again."

"You have the biggest fucking cruel streak of any person I've ever met."

"Yeah, and I'm really enjoying pissing you off. Get up," Justin shouted.

"Okay, okay," Brian moaned. "Just shut the fuck up." With supreme effort he managed to sit up on the side of the bed.

"Here, take these." Justin handed him a couple of aspirin and a glass of water.

"Where's the rest of the bottle?" Brian asked. "Two fucking aspirin are not going to make a difference."

"Get in the shower. You'll feel better."

"Promise?"

"Come on," Justin said gently pulling on Brian's hand. "I'll go with you."

Brian tried to waggle his eyebrows suggestively but the movement made his eyes feel like they were going to fall out of their sockets. He groaned and closed his eyes. He allowed Justin to guide him into the bathroom and then the shower. Justin adjusted the water so that it would be very steamy hoping that might help clear Brian's head. Brian pulled his partner against his body and leaned against him as the hot water cascaded over them.

Suddenly Justin felt something poking at his groin. "You have to be kidding," he said in disbelief.

"What?"

"You're hard."

"So?"

"Drunk, sober, stoned, hungover," Justin laughed.

"I repeat, so?"

"I guess you want me to do something about that."

"That would be nice," Brian whispered.

"Can you stand on your own? It's hard to blow you from up here."

"I'll try," Brian said.

"Such sacrifices," Justin chuckled as he dropped to his knees.

The blowjob was fast and satisfying. When Brian came he could feel a lot of the pressure and tension leave his body. He pulled Justin to his feet and kissed him thoroughly.

"Thank you, Sunshine," he whispered as he turned off the water.

"Don't you mean Shunshine?" Justin asked with a giggle.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Let's get dressed and we can have a quick breakfast before we meet Nate."

*****

Some time later Justin was driving them to the mansion.

"Tell me again why we're meeting Nate on a Saturday morning."

"Because he wants us to."

"But you said his men weren't coming back?"

"That's right."

"Then I don't see the point to this … unless Nate wants to be paid. Fuck! I don't have the money to pay him right now."

"You will in a week when Remsen makes his final decision."

Brian smiled as Justin pulled into the driveway of the Baggley house. "What are all these vehicles?"

"You'll see," Justin grinned as he stopped the car.

They got out and walked to the house. Justin opened the door and they went inside.

"Nate," Justin called.

Nate stepped out of the office. "Come on in here."

Brian and Justin walked across the foyer and entered the office.

"Surprise!" a chorus of voices called.

Brian stared at the assembled group in disbelief. There in front of him was Emmett in a pink hard hat with leather vest and pants. Behind him were Ben and Michael. Ben wore a tool belt while Michael carried a hammer. Hunter was there looking longingly at Brian much to Justin's annoyance. Debbie, Vic and Rodney were armed with tools as they grinned at Justin and Brian. Ted and Cynthia were smiling at them too. Even Lindsay and Melanie looked ready for work.

"What the fuck are you all doing here?" Brian asked. "And more importantly, what the fuck are you supposed to be, Honeycutt?"

Emmett did a little pirouette. "We're your work crew," he said with a big gap toothed grin.

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