Domestic Bliss

Celebration

"Sunshine!" Brian called as he slammed the phone down on the base. "Come and kiss your brilliant partner."

"Brilliant, huh? When did that happen?" Justin asked sticking his tongue in his cheek and trying to look like Brian so often did.

"It happened a minute ago when Remsen confirmed that 4Front has the advertising contract for his new drug."

"He did? Oh fuck, that's great, Brian!" Justin threw himself against Brian reaching up to capture the smiling lips of Brian Kinney.

"I think we should crack open that bottle of champagne that we have in the fridge."

"Um…"

"Um, what? Don't you want to celebrate?"

"I was thinking that maybe we should take it into 4Front tomorrow when the furniture arrives. Ted and Cynthia and Nate will be there. We could all celebrate together."

Brian pushed Justin far enough away to look into the blue eyes. "You are something," he said with a glare.

"Something good … or something bad?" Justin asked hesitantly.

"Something … the best!"

"You mean it?" Justin asked with one of his radiant smiles.

"You always remind me that I'm not alone. It's fitting that we all should celebrate together."

"I'm glad you agree."

Brian stared into the trusting blue eyes. He wished he could look at the world the way Justin did. He didn't think he ever had Justin's kind of innocence and trust. But then growing up with Jack and Joan would kick that out of you in a hurry. Justin still managed to keep those traits in spite of the bashing, and in spite of everything that had happened between them. He had almost made Justin lose it ... during the whole Trip Bedford fiasco, but somehow the young man still held onto his beliefs. He truly was someone very special.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Justin asked after a moment.

"Maybe I like what I see."

"You do?" Justin smiled.

"I said maybe."

"Oh?" Justin's face fell.

"I like totally do," Brian stated taking back his condition to the previous statement. He did his best to sound like a fucking valley girl.

Justin smiled again, and laughed at Brian's lame attempt at … whatever the fuck he was attempting.

"If we're not having the champagne, we'll have to celebrate some other way," Brian said with a glint in his eye.

"We do, huh? We could just wait until tomorrow."

"Un unh."

"No?"

"Nope," Brian said.

"Then what can we do?"

"There are other ways to celebrate than with alcohol?"

"There are?" Justin feigned wide eyed innocence.

"Yep."

"Could you enlighten me?" Justin baited him.

"That could be arranged," Brian smirked. "You're usually a fairly receptive student."

Justin snorted. "I seem to be 'receptive' all the time."

Brian had to laugh at that. "And thank the gods you are."

"Yeah, you should be very thankful."

"I am, I am," Brian said. "Would you like to try a little reception right now?"

"Is that your idea of celebrating?"

"One of them."

"Well, mine would involve you receiving a little reception."

"Is that even a sentence?" Brian asked with his patented smirk.

"You know what I mean."

"True, but I'm not sure that's the kind of celebration I was up for."

"You'll be up all right if you agree," Justin declared, a sexy grin on his face.

"Is that so?"

"Guaranteed," Justin said with a bat of his baby blues. It sounded like Brian wasn't dismissing the idea completely. It had been a while since Justin had topped, and he was thinking more and more that that was just exactly what he wanted to do.

Brian stared into the blue eyes. "Let's go."

"Huh?"

"I said that you could have your celebration."

"You mean it?"

"Do I ever lie to you?"

"No, but you've been known to torment me," Justin said seriously.

"Keep this up and I'll change my mind."

"No, no, don't do that," Justin said hastily. He took Brian's hand and started pulling him towards the stairs.

"Don't I get some preliminaries?"

"Like what?" Justin asked in surprise.

"I don't know - sweet words and smooches."

Justin snorted. "Smooches? Since when do you want smooches?" he asked in disbelief.

Brian shrugged and didn't say anything, just used that silly little grin that made him look so adorable.

Justin leaned into Brian placing his mouth next to Brian's ear. He gave the ear a lick and then whispered. "I'm going to fuck your ass off." He kissed Brian's lips making a big smacking sound. "And you're going to fucking love it."

"Perfect foreplay," Brian laughed. "Got me right in the mood." This time he grabbed Justin's hand and they hastily made their way up the stairs to their bedroom.

Once through the door Justin shoved Brian against the wall. Brian landed with a whoosh of air being expelled and then looked at Justin with raised eyebrows.

"Hey!" he said.

"What? I want you, so take off those clothes." Justin tried to maintain a severe demeanor. He knew Brian could stop him at any moment but he was going to enjoy this as far as Brian let him go.

Brian obediently started to pull his wifebeater over his head.

"Hurry up," Justin urged as he got rid of his own clothes.

Brian kicked off his jeans and straightened up to find his arms full of Justin and his mouth being ravished by hungry, demanding lips. Justin turned him around and backed him towards the bed, kissing and groping all the way there. When the back of Brian's legs touched the edge of the bed, Justin continued his forward momentum, tumbling his partner onto his back and falling on top of him. He felt the air being driven from Brian's lungs as he landed on top of him. Then Justin continued his onslaught of kisses rubbing his naked dick against Brian's groin.

"Sunshine," Brian whispered as his eyes clouded over with lust.

"Not Sunshine," Justin corrected him. "Top cat," he said with a feral grin or the closest thing that he could muster on his boyish face.

"Top cat, huh?" Brian chuckled.

"Don't laugh. I'm going to make you eat that laugh," Justin threatened as he took a nip out of Brian's pec.

"Ahh!" Brian gasped, before he asked, "How does one eat a laugh?"

"One shouldn't laugh in the first place."

"I see."

"Not clearly enough," Justin stated as he continued his nips all the way down Brian's chest and stomach, stopping to smell the pubes and then lick along Brian's straining cock. "I think you might be ready," he whispered as he rose up enough to look into Brian's eyes. Brian nodded. "Roll over," Justin ordered.

Brian did as he was told. Justin licked along the crack of Brian's ass kneading the firm cheeks. His tongue lingered and danced around Brian's hole. Suddenly he stiffened his tongue and probed the pucker. Brian let out a whimper and looked back over his shoulder. The sight of Justin's pink tongue disappearing into his ass almost made him come on the spot. He let out an almighty groan.

Justin continued his activities working his tongue deeper and deeper until Brian had to cry out, "Justin, please."

"Please what?" Justin asked with a grin.

"I … need you."

"I know."

Justin pulled Brian up so that he was slightly on his knees. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Brian's groin. With a nip to Brian's neck Justin lubed his dick and squirted some lube into Brian's quivering hole. He stuck in a finger eliciting a moan from Brian. When he added a second one he felt Brian push back. He was ready. As gently as possible, Justin eased his cock inside Brian. He did it slowly with kisses to Brian's shoulders and nips to his neck. He knew Brian wasn't used to this and he wanted it to be pleasurable for his partner. Brian groaned and took Justin inside gradually.

Brian had felt that initial pain as Justin's thick dick forced its way inside him. He couldn't help but groan. There was always pain since he did this so infrequently. He felt Justin's gentle kisses and nips and knew he was being handled with kid gloves. No, that wasn't quite right. He was being handled with love. Brian smiled to himself as the pain eased. He felt Justin edging in further and further. He bucked back slightly to let Justin know it was all right, that he could get on with the good part.

Justin grinned as he felt Brian push back against him taking more of his cock inside. He loved being inside his partner. It was something that he didn't get to do very often, but he appreciated it so much when Brian was in the mood for it. He thrust once more and felt his dick fully wedged inside Brian. He stopped for a moment to savor the feeling, the tightness, the heat, the joy he felt at knowing Brian loved him enough to do this. Brian never did this with anybody else as far as he knew. In fact, Brian didn't do anything like this with anybody else, now. Justin's grin broadened as he started to thrust in earnest.

"Justin," Brian gasped as he felt his hips pulled up and the breath knocked out of him as Justin went even deeper.

"I'm here, Brian. I love you."

"Back atcha," Brian managed to get out as Justin's hand found his dick. Brian knew he was close, and he buried his face in the pillow as he grabbed the sheets and hung on. He didn't want to scream Justin's name like some inexperienced prick.

Justin drove harder and deeper seeking to weld their bodies into one. If he could crawl inside Brian, he would gladly do so. Then they would never be separated.

It wasn't long till Justin felt the first tinglings of orgasm. He tugged on Brian's dick more forcefully wanting them to fall over the edge together. Sweet oblivion was what they would achieve if he could time it right.

Brian felt Justin speed up and he knew he was going to have to come soon. He held back as long as he could, waiting for Justin. Finally he let out a cry and came so hard everything went black. His ass spasmed around Justin and he felt himself filled with Justin's warm cum, before he fell against the bed and tried to merely breathe.

"Brian," Justin whispered as he pulled out.

Brian groaned and suddenly felt so empty. He rolled to the side enough to look at his partner. Justin was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked radiant. "Proud of yourself, are you?" Brian asked with that smirk.

"Only if you're proud of me," Justin replied as he felt his breathing drop down to a rate somewhere close to normal.

"I'd say you were masterful."

"Would you?" Justin asked, his face beyond radiant and the smile threatening to split his face in two.

"That was some celebration. I need a cigarette," Brian said sticking his tongue in his cheek.

Justin rolled over and captured the smirk in a big fat kiss. "I love you. I mean it."

"I love you too, Justin, but…"

"But what?" The look of complete happiness and satisfaction instantly disappeared from Justin's face at Brian's words.

"I didn't mean to scare you. It's nothing that bad," Brian said trying to reassure his partner. "I'm just wondering how it's going to work out when we spend all day at 4Front and then come home to spend the rest of our time together. We may get sick of each other."

"I'll never get sick of you," Justin promised laying his head on Brian's chest, "especially when you let me … you know…" Justin grinned.

"Well, don't get too used to that," Brian admonished but he kissed Justin softly to take the sting out of his words. "I really am serious about the hazards of spending so much time together."

"Hazards?" Justin frowned. "I don't think we'll even spend that much time together. I'll be up in my little kingdom of the art department and you'll be out with the movers and shakers."

"Kingdom? You're planning a kingdom on the second floor of 4Front?"

"Of course. I'll be the master of my domain," Justin giggled.

"You are such a … kid," Brian laughed.

"And that's why you love me. I keep you young and on your toes."

"Hey, no age comments," Brian protested.

"You're the one who brought it up."

"Well, let's move on to more important things. I need to top to restore the equilibrium in this relationship."

"Is that right?" Justin asked. He smiled to himself. There was a time that comment would have made him mad. But now, he knew it was Brian's way of saying that Justin had really gotten to him. Brian needed to be the top, before he decided he might like to bottom more often. "I'm ready if you are," Justin said.

Brian didn't bother to reply. He rolled on top of Justin and proceeded to demonstrate his own masterful art of topping.

*****

Thursday morning Justin and Brian arrived at 4Front mid morning. Brian carried a bag that he kept as inconspicuous as possible beside his leg.

Nate met them at the door. He already had some of the new furniture uncrated, but what both Brian and Justin noticed immediately upon entering the building was the new desk that Nate had built for the foyer. Cynthia was sitting behind it looking very smug.

"Haven't you got better things to do than sit on your ass?" Brian demanded of her with a smirk.

"I'm just scoping out my domain," she replied sweetly.

"Christ, another one with a domain. I think I have too many generals and not enough soldiers," Brian groused.

"You chose very capable people who know their own worth," Cynthia retorted.

"Where's Theodore when you need him?" Brian asked.

"Right here, Boss," Ted said coming down the stairs. "I was scoping out the accounting department. I love my new office. I shall have my domain up and running anon."

Brian groaned. "Another fucking domain!"

Justin and Cynthia laughed. Ted looked bewildered.

"Hey, Brian," Nate said as he came into the foyer from Brian's office. I almost got your office furniture set up. Very good choice! You need to tell me where you want everything positioned."

"Finally, someone who understands that he works for me," Brian said trying to look put upon. He followed Nate back into the office and all the others followed. They looked at the new furniture that Nate had laid out around the office. The desk looked great in front of the window. The hardwood floors gleamed under the new chairs and sofa. The office reflected its owner.

Brian smiled. "Not bad, Nathaniel," he said. "That's pretty damn close to the way I want it arranged."

Nate glowed with pride. "I try to know my customers well."

"I'd say you succeeded," Justin smiled.

"I was going to do the art department next," Nate stated. "Want to give me a hand?"

Brian nodded. "I'll stick this in the fridge and be right up."

He headed to the kitchen as Ted asked," What was in the bag?"

"When we have everything ready for business," Justin said, "Brian will explain."

They all made their way upstairs and started assembling and placing the furniture for 4Front's art department. When that was done, they moved over to Ted's office and then downstairs to put the finishing touches on Cynthia's area in the foyer and finally back to Brian's office.

When everything was as it should be, Justin told them to wait in Brian's office. He and Brian went to the kitchen to get the bag Brian had carried in.

"Gentlemen … and lady," Brian said coming into his office from the kitchen a few minutes later. "I want to make a toast to our new business." He pulled the bottle of champagne from behind his back, and Justin appeared with five glasses that they had brought in the bag from home.

"Champagne," Cynthia smiled. "Yum!"

"Wish I could have some," Ted said sadly.

"Non-alcoholic cider," Justin said holding up a small bottle that they had picked up on the way to 4Front.

Ted smiled broadly. "Thanks, that was great of you guys to remember."

Brian uncorked the bottle with a loud pop and they all laughed. Justin held the glasses while Brian poured. He handed each glass to one of the others until they each held a glass to drink from. Ted had his special glass.

"To success for the new 4Front," Brian said raising his glass. Everyone did the same. "May we experience growth and success." They all took a sip.

"Shouldn't you have carried Justin over the threshold or broken the bottle over the entranceway … or something?" Ted asked with a chuckle.

"Why would we waste perfectly good champagne?" Justin asked.

"Be careful, Schmidt, or I'll break this bottle over your head," Brian informed his hapless accountant with a death glare. Then his face softened and he said, "I think this is a better way to celebrate."

"Right, Boss, sure, okay, no problem."

"To Nate, and all the hard work that has gone into turning this old house into a modern business," Cynthia said, deflecting attention from Ted's little faux pas. They all took a sip. "I love my desk," she added with a little giggle.

"Hey, don't get tipsy, missy. We have work to do," Brian admonished with a twinkle in his eye.

"Screw you; it's good champagne," she laughed.

"I propose a toast to Brian Kinney," Ted stated solemnly. He was hoping to redeem himself. Besides, he meant what he was about to say. "To our friend, our boss, and one helluva businessman, who will make 4Front a force to be reckoned with."

Brian almost blushed. That was sweet of Ted. He watched everyone take another sip of their champagne.

"Save some, I have another toast," Brian said deflecting attention from himself.

"I really thank you for this opportunity," Ted repeated, not ready to stop yet.

"Right, Theodore. Now don't get fucking maudlin on me."

"Never, Boss, never," Ted said smiling and shaking his head.

"I have a toast too," Justin said.

Brian groaned inwardly. He didn't want any public declarations of love and devotion. Ted's thanks had been enough as far as gratitude was concerned. "Must you?" Brian asked his partner.

"I must," Justin replied giving Brian a glare.

Brian steeled himself for what was to come.

"Go ahead, Justin," Nate said.

"I want to propose a toast to Algernon, who after all these years has finally found the peace he deserves," Justin said seriously.

"Definitely!" Nate replied as he took a sip from his glass.

"To Algernon," the rest said raising their glasses and then taking a drink.

"Good one," Brian said with a smile for Justin. Justin smiled back. He was happy Brian approved. "I have one more piece of news," Brian began. "I will now be able to pay Nate and all your salaries," he continued with his tongue in cheek. Everyone looked slightly stunned, except Justin. "We got Remsen Pharmaceuticals! So, down the rest of your drinks and let's get to work."

Everyone cheered, shook Brian's hand or slapped him on the back, with Cynthia giving him an unexpected peck on the cheek. Then they all drained their glasses as Brian had indicated. Afterwards, the first day of work at 4Front began in earnest.

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