Domestic Bliss

Work and Play

Justin threw open the front door and raced into the house. "Brian! Brian!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. There was no response, but Brian's car was in the driveway. He must be home. Justin ran through the house and out to the pool. Brian was wiping off the lawn furniture scattered around the pool. "I got the job!" Justin cried and flung himself at Brian.

Brian caught the flying blond and pulled him against his body. His lips kissed Justin's warmly and then he chuckled. "This is indeed good news. Now I can be kept in the manner to which I would like to become accustomed."

"Asshole," Justin said affectionately as he swatted Brian in the chest.

"Is it the job you wanted?"

"Computer animation with the Hartford firm," Justin said with a huge smile on his face. "My first real job!"

"Good going, Walt," Brian said.

"Who's Walt?" Justin asked with a frown.

"Walt … as in Disney. Jeez, you youngsters are so uninformed."

"I know who Walt Disney is," Justin protested. "I just didn't know that you did."

Brian raised his eyebrow. "I know everything."

"Or so you'd have us believe," Justin smirked. "How are we going to celebrate?"

"Hm, let me think. How be I take you upstairs and rip off your clothes and fuck you into the mattress?"

"You'll do that anyway. I thought we could go somewhere nice," Justin said with a coy smile.

"You did, did you?"

"Can't we? Please!"

"Are you paying?"

"Fuck! All right, I'll pay," Justin griped. He just wanted a nice time and for Brian to show some appreciation for all of his hard work. He stared at the concrete that surrounded the pool, not wanting to look at Brian right at that moment. Silence descended around him, and finally he looked up to find himself alone. "Brian?"

"I'm in here," Brian said from the kitchen.

Justin stepped through the patio door and was greeted with one of those noisemakers that unfurl when you blow in them and make decidedly rude noises as well. The tip of it hit him in the cheek. He shrank back before Brian grabbed him.

He looked up and burst out laughing. Brian was wearing a little, purple, glittering, cone hat perched on the side of his head and held on with a little band of elastic under his chin. He looked so adorable that Justin giggled out loud before the noisemaker hit him in the throat. Brian released him and placed an identical, albeit pink, hat jauntily on the side of Justin's blond head.

"Brian, you had all this ready?"

"I did. I knew you'd get the job."

"How did you know?"

"Because you're a fucking genius when it comes to art."

Justin basked in the glow from those words before he softly said, "I love you so much."

"Of course you do," Brian said with his tongue in cheek. "I'm just so loveable."

"You are, you know."

"So, can I fuck you into the mattress now?"

"Any time, big boy!"

Brian chuckled. He looked at his watch. "We don't have time. We have to get dressed."

"Dressed for what?"

"We have reservations at Emile's for seven."

Justin's arms came around Brian's neck and he pulled his lover down for a sweet and demanding kiss. "You are going to get so lucky at Emile's … that is, if we have a private room."

"Oh, we do."

Justin smiled. "I thought you weren't going to celebrate this at all, and here you've done all this, made all these arrangements."

"Only the best for my newly employed partner." Brian smiled without a trace of a smirk. That made Justin feel even more special. He loved to hear Brian state their relationship, like it confirmed it on some verbal level that was even more special than the visceral level they both understood.

An hour and a half later they walked through the front door of Emile's. Emile, himself greeted them.

"Bonsoir, mes amis."

"Bonsoir," they replied.

"It's good to have you here, Monsieur Kinney. It's been too long."

"I agree," Brian said with a smile. "I've been busy lately, but we're celebrating Justin's new job."

"Ah, bien sur. Congratulations, Monsieur Justin. A bottle of champagne awaits you in your room."

"That's very gracious of you," Justin said holding firmly to Brian's hand and illuminating the foyer with his brilliant smile.

They made their way upstairs to their private room. Shrimp cocktail waited for them in dishes of ice. A bottle of unopened champagne was chilling in a bucket.

"This is so great!" Justin said reaching up to kiss Brian's cheek.

"And you expected … what?"

"I didn't really expect anything," Justin admitted.

"You know that I've always said I celebrate achievement. This is a big achievement. I'm proud of you … and you should know that."

"I guess I do, but it's awfully nice to hear it out loud every once in a while."

Brian stared into the eager blue eyes and resolved to tell Justin how special he was more often. "Let's eat those shrimp while they're fresh," Brian said with a smirk.

They sat down and dug into the shrimp. After he had eaten several Justin picked up a nice juicy, fat one and waved it near Brian's lips. Brian's tongue came out and took a swipe as the shrimp passed by. Justin felt his dick harden at the site. He let out a little groan as he placed the shrimp against Brian's lips. Brian sucked the top in and bit off a big piece. When Justin drew the remains back Brian picked up a shrimp off his dish and fed it slowly into Justin's mouth. Justin bit down and then smiled back at his lover as he chewed the delicious morsel.

"Yummy," Justin said as he licked his lips.

"Something else looks pretty yummy from where I'm sitting."

"And what might that be?" Justin grinned.

"You," Brian said as he stood. He pulled Justin up from his seat and into a long, searing kiss. "I'm going to fuck you between each course," Brian whispered against Justin's ear. His hot breath made Justin shiver, or maybe it was the anticipation that Brian's words engendered.

"I'm done with the appetizer," Justin said with a nervous giggle. He felt like a silly little virgin all of a sudden.

"Then let's get started," Brian said shoving Justin against the wall. He yanked down Justin's expensive dress pants without unbuttoning them. Justin held his breath waiting for the rip that didn't come. He let out a sigh of relief. His trousers were still intact. "Step out of them," Brian said against the back of Justin's neck.

Justin did as instructed kicking his trousers aside. He felt Brian lean against him and the man's hard cock pressed against his bare ass. He moaned feeling his own hard dick trapped between himself and the wall.

"Spread 'em," Brian ordered.

Justin stepped back slightly, bent at the waist and spread his legs apart. He heard Brian growl and smiled to himself. Brian liked to top, Brian liked to be on top, but Justin knew who had a lot of the control in this relationship. He shoved his ass back farther and heard another growl. Oh yeah, he had control … almost.

Brian's dick rammed into him and all control was forgotten. The perfect cock that he had worshipped in so many ways and so many times rolled across his prostate and Justin moaned … loudly. He had control, he could make Brian do whatever he wanted, but all he wanted was Brian to fuck him … hard.

"Harder," Justin said through gritted teeth. "Oh God, harder."

"Dirty little boy, bossy bottom, newly demanding worker in the stream of the American industrial complex." Each word was punctuated with an astounding thrust that made Justin rise up on his toes.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Justin gasped as he felt his orgasm creeping through his system. Every nerve was snapping and crackling, and his blood was racing and his eyes started to roll up in his head. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Brian thrust hard and they both exploded.

Some moments later Brian pulled out and gently kissed the back of Justin's head. "That was fan-fucking-tastic!"

"Absolutely," Justin agreed taking some deep breaths. "But I think between the main course and dessert it will be your turn."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"Uh huh."

"We'll see," Brian said as he cleaned them up. "I need some sustenance before we do anything else."

"What did you order?"

"It's a surprise."

"I love surprises," Justin said as he adjusted his clothes. "Remember I had escargots here for the first time."

"I thought about ordering those again, but I kind of felt like shrimp. I hope that was all right."

"They were delicious, a good choice."

Brian pushed the button indicating they were ready for the main course. It would appear in a few minutes. He popped the cork on the champagne and poured them each a glass.

"Variety is always good," Justin said with a lustful look. He fully intended to have Brian for his dessert.

A little tap at the door indicated that the main course had arrived. The boys had straightened their clothing and lolled on the Victorian couch that stood to one side of the room. They looked very presentable as their waiter entered. He was a swarthy looking man with an obviously well developed body. He had Latin good looks, but not exactly the type that either Brian or Justin favored. However, neither would turn down someone who looked like him. The waiter risked a glance at the two beautiful men sprawled on the couch sipping champagne.

"Good evening, Gentlemen. I'm Jorge, your waiter for the evening."

"Jorge," Justin and Brian replied.

Brian smirked and winked at the man. He immediately noticed the activity in the waiter's trousers and smiled to himself. Justin noticed the smile and followed Brian's line of vision which led him directly to Jorge's crotch. He barely stifled the groan that escaped his lips. This was supposed to be his night, his celebration, and his partner was flirting with the fucking waiter.

Brian felt Justin stiffen and glanced at the man who had been leaning against him. He could tell by the small groan and the eyes locked forward that Justin was not a happy camper.

By this time Jorge had laid out their main course. He said, "Duck a l'orange, garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus with Hollandaise. If there's any other service I can provide, please feel free to ask." The innuendo embedded in his words was not lost on either man.

"Thank you, Jorge," Brian said standing up. "That will be all."

Justin glanced at Brian who gave the waiter a shake of his head. Jorge bowed slightly in acknowledgement of the rebuff and slunk out the door.

"Are you sure you don't want to call him back?" Justin asked with a tinge of bitterness in his voice. "He was blatantly offering."

"It doesn't hurt to look."

"Sometimes it does," Justin said honestly.

"If it does, then I'll try to cover my eyes," Brian said feeling a little put upon when he had just turned down a very good offer.

"How come you ordered all this fattening food? Aren't you eating?"

"Yes, I'm fucking eating!" Brian felt his anger rise. He had done absolutely nothing except try to make Justin happy, and now all of a sudden he was in the doghouse. "I thought they were your favorites."

"They … they are," Justin admitted softening to Brian's hurt expression. "I'm just surprised that you are having them too. Wouldn't they make you a steak and salad?"

"Of course they would. I thought it would be fun if we ate together tonight, but I guess I was wrong." Brian threw himself back onto the couch and downed the rest of his glass of champagne. He immediately poured another and started in on it.

"Brian, don't. Don't get drunk. I don't want to fight with you."

"You could have fooled me," Brian sulked.

"Come and eat the dinner while it's hot," Justin said in a soft voice. He reached for Brian's hand and tried to pull him up from the couch. Brian resisted at first and then allowed himself to be pulled upright.

"This is supposed to be your night, Justin. I wouldn't do anything you don't want to do," Brian said sincerely.

"I know, but you were looking right at his dick, and he was hard."

"And it was a good size too," Brian smirked.

"Yeah," Justin admitted. "Is that supposed to make it better?"

"Doesn't it say something that I turned him down without a thought?"

"Oh, you had a thought!"

"Yeah, I guess I did," Brian chuckled. "But it's been so long since I fucked anyone else that I'm not sure I'd remember how to do it."

"They say it's like riding a bike. You never forget."

"Are you trying to make this even harder?"

"I'd say things were hard enough," Justin said with an evil grin. He reached down and gave Brian's cock a squeeze.

Brian groaned. "Let's eat the four hundred and seventy-two thousand calories in this lovely meal."

"Let's," Justin said with a grin. He sat down at the table and dug in. "Yum, this is delectable."

"And so are you," Brian said leaning in for a kiss and a little bit of Hollandaise sauce from Justin's lips.

Justin smiled one of his best, and Brian sat down to cover the tent in his pants that that smile could always engender. Justin looked at his duck and sliced off a piece, but he knew exactly what he had done. Brian was softening up or hardening up, as the case may be. He'd have his way before long.

Surprisingly Brian ate quite a bit of the heavy meal. Justin finished all of his and allowed Brian to give him some from his plate.

"That was scrumptious," Justin said with a satisfied lick of his lips.

Brian chuckled. "No shit!"

"Well, it was. Emile makes the most delicious food in the whole world."

Brian shook his head and let out a little snort.

"What?" Justin asked.

"Emile doesn't cook any more. He'd be flattered that you think his food is the best in the world, but he would know that's not true."

"I don't care. I still think it's the best."

"Like you have anything to judge it by."

"This from the great world traveler."

"Well, I've certainly traveled more than you."

Justin frowned. "That's true, but we could start to rectify that, couldn't we?"

"Meaning?" Brian smirked.

"Meaning that we could take some trips. You know to Europe. The capitals of the world."

"You start your job on Monday. Shouldn't you work for a week or two first before you ask for months off to travel?"

"I didn't mean immediately," Justin conceded. "Maybe at Christmas we could go somewhere. I'm sure they'll give me some time off by then."

"Undoubtedly," Brian said with just a touch of sarcasm.

"I'm ready for dessert." Justin decided to change the subject.

"I've ordered that too."

"Not that kind of dessert, but I will want that later."

"And just what dessert did you have in mind for now?" Brian asked knowing full well what Justin was hinting at. He was prepared to acquiesce, but he had to make Justin work for it first. Wouldn't want the boy to get too smug.

"I told you what I wanted for dessert," Justin said batting his eyelashes.

"Twat," Brian scoffed. "You'll have to do better than that."

"I can do much better," Justin said with a grin.

"Show me."

Justin knew he had won. His smile widened and he pulled Brian over to the couch. He pushed Brian down and slid onto his knee. His lips caressed Brian's gently and then more insistently. He felt Brian's mouth open and he delved with his tongue. His hands were working on the buttons of Brian's shirt and he almost had it and Brian's jacket off the shoulders of the man when he felt Brian push him away.

"What?" Justin asked staring at Brian with wide eyes. He better not be turning him down.

"My leg's gone numb," Brian said shifting Justin's bottom to a new position. "Must be all the extra weight from that duck a l'orange.

"Asshole," Justin said seeing the twinkle in Brian's eye.

Justin shoved the clothes from Brian's upper body and started undoing his belt. His tongue licked down Brian's bare chest and sucked on each nipple as he worked Brian's trousers down his legs. He felt Brian lift his hips to enable Justin to pull his underwear off. Brian's beautiful cock leapt free. Justin let out a little slurp of satisfaction at the sight of it already stiff and leaking.

"I knew you wanted this," Justin whispered.

Brian snorted. "You seem to know everything now that you've joined the ranks of the employed."

"That would be correct," Justin smirked. "Although I knew most everything before as well. Turn over and kneel on the couch."

Brian raised an eyebrow, but then did as he was told. The low, antique settee put Brian's ass at just about the right level for Justin's own straining dick.

Justin blew across Brian's pucker causing shivers along the man's spine. He used his tongue next to lubricate and probe the tight muscle. Next his fingers stretched and lubed and finally he was ready to enter.

"Ready?" he asked kissing along the raised area of Brian's spine.

"Yes, you little asshole," Brian said. "Get on with it."

Justin chuckled. He knew he had deliberately prolonged readying his partner to drive Brian crazy. Sounded like he had succeeded. "Good things come to those who wait," Justin whispered against Brian's ear.

"Use that goddam thing of yours because I've waited long enough to cum."

Justin smiled and eased the tip of his cock into Brian's ass. Brian tensed at the initial stretch. Justin waited till he felt Brian relax. He drove in further hearing Brian groan at the twinge and the stretch. When he was fully embedded he leaned against Brian's back.

"Thank you for all this, for everything. I never thought you'd make such a big deal of this job and I want you to know how much it means to me."

"Show me," Brian commanded pushing back and causing Justin to thrust involuntarily.

"Fuck!" Justin reacted. He had just lost control. He began to plow Brian's ass following the thrusts and squeezes that Brian initiated from his end. Apparently Brian knew about being as much of a bossy bottom as Justin did.

Justin didn't last too long. He rarely was the top in their relationship and he found it difficult to delay his orgasm. The heat and silk of being captured in Brian's ass was always too much. He had to come. He jerked Brian off mercilessly trying to make him come first. That didn't happen but Brian wasn't far behind him.

They lay entangled in the sheet that they had thrown over the antique couch when they first sat down. Justin turned so that he could look at Brian's face. Hazel eyes looked back.

"I love you so much," Justin said kissing Brian's chin.

"And I love you just as much."

Justin smiled. Brian did say those words more easily these days. "Not more?" he asked with a grin.

"Impossibly more," Brian said as Justin studied Brian's face. There was no smirk, just love, written all over it.

"I'm ready for dessert now," Justin said deciding not to press his luck. Strong emotion either made Brian maudlin or angry.

"I thought I was dessert," Brian said sitting up.

"You're good. But not very filling. I need calories."

"You've had about a million so far tonight."

"Then what's a million more?"

Brian snorted. He rang the bell knowing that it would take a few minutes for the dessert he had ordered to appear. They could get cleaned up in the meantime.

They sipped champagne on the couch waiting for Jorge to appear once again. A tap at the door and he wheeled in a trolley bearing a flaming Baked Alaska.

"Oh," Justin smiled. "Those look great."

"They are delicious, gentlemen," Jorge told them as he cleared the table and set the dessert and a carafe of coffee on the table.

"I don't think I've ever had Baked Alaska," Justin said as Jorge closed the door behind him.

"When I finally earned some decent money, this was one of the first extravagant desserts I ever ordered."

"And you've liked it ever since?"

"It's okay, but it's the fact that I can afford to order it that makes it so special."

"You are so weird," Justin said. He sat down and lifted a spoonful of the delicacy to Brian's lips. Brian accepted it and gave a little moan.

"Hot and cold together. Very special."

"Delicious," Justin declared.

They nibbled at the dessert, feeding each other a spoonful here and there. As Justin cleaned the plate, he let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked with a frown. He had tried to make the evening perfect for his partner.

"It's almost over," Justin said softly. "This was about the best night of my life."

"I hope it has a better ending than another night you thought was special," Brian said unable to stop his mind from turning to the ill-fated prom.

"It's been great," Justin said quickly not wanting them to go there. "I'm ready to go home and sleep with you in our bed in our home."

"Me too," Brian said with a gentle smile.

They said their goodbyes to Emile and left the building. They were both quiet on the ride home. As they entered the house, Justin looked around. He had just about everything he had ever wanted. He smiled as he watched Brian set the alarm.

"Ready for bed?" Justin asked.

"I should check the messages," Brian replied.

"Tomorrow," Justin said with a soft smile. "I want to go to bed right now."

"You do, do you?" Brian pulled Justin in for a sweet kiss. "I would have thought you'd have had enough."

"Somebody once told me that there's never enough."

"Somebody may live to regret those words."

"But not tonight."

"No, not tonight," Brian agreed as they walked arm in arm up the stairs.

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