"Brian," Justin began.  He was seated at his desk in the loft and Brian was working at his computer. 

 

"What?" Brian asked.

 

"I just remembered that Deb asked me to talk to you about Thanksgiving."

Brian groaned audibly.  "What does she want?"

"The usual.  She wants everybody to be together for dinner on Thanksgiving at her place."

 

There was no response.

 

"Brian?"

 

"Yeah."

"So are you going to be there?"

"I don't know."

"Why?  Deb's not going to be happy."

"I have some other … responsibilities," Brian said slowly.

 

"Like what?"

"Like mayor things," Brian said in a noncommittal fashion.

 

"Could you be a little vaguer?  I almost got a clue from that last statement."

Brian groaned again.  "I have to do something as the mayor."

 

"On Thanksgiving?" Justin asked.  "Don't you get that day off like everybody else?"

"Apparently not."

"So what are you going to be doing?" Justin asked curious about Brian's plans.

 

There was no answer.  Justin got up from his desk and walked over to Brian who was staring at the ceiling of the loft.

 

"What's going on?" Justin asked.

 

"I'm dishing up lunch at a fucking soup kitchen, okay?"

"You are?" Justin asked truly surprised that this was how Brian would be spending Thanksgiving.

 

"It's another fucking tradition for the mayor to go do these kinds of things," Brian snarked but without much conviction.

 

Justin stared at him.  "I'll come help you," he offered.

 

"You…you don't have to," Brian replied.

 

"I think it's a great way to show thanks that we aren't the ones in the line receiving the food," Justin said thoughtfully.

 

"Yeah," Brian said with a frown.  "A year ago about now I had been fired and you were suspended.  It could have been us in that line."

 

"So we should be thankful and show it," Justin stated.  "What should I tell Deb?"

 

"Tell her that I have some official duties and that I'll try to finish them and make it to her place later in the afternoon."

 

"She'll want to know what you're doing," Justin stated practically.  "Should I tell her where you'll be?"

 

"Tell her whatever you like," Brian said sarcastically.

 

"What's wrong?  Don't you want anyone to know what you're doing?"

"It's not that," Brian said shaking his head.  "You know I don't want to be dishing out food to homeless people, but I'll do it."

"Then what is it?"

"I just don't see why in the United States of fucking America it's necessary in the first place.  We're the richest country in the goddam world and yet we have thousands, probably millions of people, who have to rely on food banks and soup kitchens to survive.  It doesn't make any sense."

Justin came up behind Brian and put his arms across Brian's shoulders and around his neck.  "You really care, don't you?"

 

Brian made a face at him.  "I never thought I would.  I'm scheduled to appear at five places to dish up a meal or two, like that's going to do any good."

"Then why do it?" Justin asked hoping to get to the bottom of what was really bothering Brian.

 

"It will be on the fucking news and give some much needed publicity to the places that collect food or run a food bank."

 

"That's a good thing then," Justin said still not sure what was bothering Brian.

 

"Yeah," Brian scoffed, "feed them now, and then let them go back to starving for the rest of the year."

"You want to do more," Justin said the light finally dawning.

 

Brian nodded.  "It's not just a holiday problem; it's an every day problem."

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Justin asked kissing the top of Brian's head.

 

"Once or twice."

"Come to bed and I'll show you how much."

Brian didn't have to be persuaded to follow his lover to their bed.  He was rewarded by the most amazing blowjob Justin had ever given him.

 

"That was fucking hot!" he gasped.

 

"You deserved it."

"Why?  I haven't done anything."

"You've become a compassionate, caring mayor."

Brian stared at him.  "Don't tell anybody.  I'll never live it down."

"It's all right to care about people," Justin told him.

 

"Caring about them and being able to do something to help them are not the same thing."

"What else can you do?"

 

"That's just it, I don't know," Brian said with a grimace.  "There should be something.  I am the mayor."

Justin stifled a giggle.  Brian had taken to saying that line like he should be able to fix everything with a wave of his hand.  It frustrated him no end when he couldn't do that.  He would have made a natural dictator.

 

"What are you smiling at?" Brian asked.

 

"I was just thinking that you would make a great dictator.  You could fix everything with a snap of your fingers."

 

"Haven't you heard that absolute power corrupts absolutely?"

 

"You're already corrupt, so you'd be immune," Justin teased.

 

"I see that my reputation precedes me," Brian chuckled.

 

"There must be some things you could do to improve the plight of these people," Justin said thoughtfully.

 

"I've been wracking my brain, but other than getting them each a job, I don't know what to do."

 

"What if we could double the amount of food taken in over Thanksgiving?" Justin asked.

 

"That would help, but how do we do that?"

"You're the ad exec," Justin said simply.  "How would you sell the giving thing if the food banks were your client?"

Brian stared at Justin.  He hadn't thought about the problem from that point of view.  "Most people would like to help," he said thoughtfully.

 

"So why don't they?" Justin asked.

 

"Well, some can't.  They don't have the resources to give much or anything.  Some do, so they will probably continue to do that.  And then there's the rest who don't give anything."  Brian paused and Justin waited.  He could see the old ad exec mentality running over the problem.  "It's not easy enough or obvious enough.  We need to make them see the problem, grab at their heart strings," Brian said getting that look on his face that said he was coming up with an idea.

 

Justin waited.  He knew not to interrupt Brian's thought processes when he was in major creative mode.  After a few minutes Brian looked at Justin and smiled.

 

"Remember the movie "Oliver" where the little boy says to the head of the orphanage, "Please, may I have some more" and holds up his empty bowl.  We could use that as the campaign slogan.  We need to find a cute kid to pose for the picture, and then plaster it all over the place."

 

"Once the kid's made the point how will you make it easy for people to donate?" Justin asked reasonably.

 

"We need a way to collect the food efficiently once the people have gotten the message.  Most people won't go out of their way to deliver food to collection points."

 

"What if we had bags that had the picture on them?" Justin asked as the thought struck him.  "People could fill those up."

"But then how do we collect them, and for that matter distribute the bags?"

"Grocery stores?" Justin asked.

 

"They already have bins for food and they don't collect all that much.  We need something new."

 

"Let's look on the internet and see what other cities do."

"Good idea, Sunshine.  You search on your computer and I'll see what I can find on mine."

They both set to work looking at food bank sites in various cities and trying to come up with some effective ways of collecting food. 

 

After about a half hour Justin called, "Have you found anything interesting?"

 

"Yeah, a few things.  How about you?"

 

"Yeah, let's compare notes."

 

Justin moved over to Brian's desk.  "I found this site for Portland, Oregon and they have the mailmen deliver the bags and then mail trucks pick it up four times a year.  People just set it outside their doors and the mailmen radio the truck where on their route to pick up the goods."

 

"That's a great idea.  They must cover the majority of the population by doing that.  I wonder if we can get the mailmen to agree.  I'll have to get Geoffrey to contact the right people and then I'll go speak to them."

 

"It would be great if you could get them involved," Justin said.

 

"Maybe the mailmen could make it their major charity for the year," Brian said already thinking about how he was going to sell the idea to them.

 

"Hey, you better call them postal workers or you'll alienate all the women who deliver the mail."

 

"Thanks for the tip, Sunshine," Brian said giving him a kiss on the cheek.  "And thanks for finding that site."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing better than that idea for collecting food, but I found something else."

"What?"

 

"New York City…" Brian began.

 

"Trust you to be looking at the Big Apple," Justin chuckled.

 

"Well, they are the best and I found something good.  They have this organization called City Harvest that collects leftover food from restaurants every night and distributes it to soup kitchen type places."

"Wow, and the restaurants don't mind."

"Apparently the restaurants like the idea a lot.  Food that would otherwise be thrown out goes to people who really need a meal."

"And those people get to eat gourmet," Justin said his eyes large.

 

"Some of them do, but diners and mom and pop restaurants also participate, so there is a whole gamut of types of food."

 

"Do you think you could get the restaurants in Pittsburgh to participate?"

 

"I'm sure as fuck going to try.  And I'll start with my favorite Thai place.  No one should be denied their fabulous food."

"Absolutely," Justin said with a grin.

 

"After all they owe me," Brian said.

 

"How do you figure?"

"I've supported them for many years … single-handedly … and now meals for two."

Justin grinned from ear to ear.  He loved working with Brian like this and being acknowledged in his life.  Together they could do anything.

 

"What?" Brian asked.

 

Justin wiped the smile from his face and quickly said, "Nothing."

"I think that was something," Brian persisted.  He wondered what he had done this time to get that look of pure joy on Justin's face.  Sometimes he did it on purpose but most of the time he never knew what caused it.  This time he wanted to know.

 

"I was just thinking that together we can accomplish anything," Justin replied giving Brian the partial truth.  He never liked to mention the references to them as a couple, because all too often Brian would tense up and not say anything else.

 

Brian grabbed Justin's arm and pulled the boy around from behind him to sit in his lap.  His mouth captured Justin's and the boy opened for him so readily, so guilelessly.  He always knew that Justin wanted him.  The young man never left him guessing for a minute.  He almost wished he could be that open in return, but there was always something stopping him, something undefined and deep within him.

 

He pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on kissing the warm, wet mouth.  His hand slid down Justin's chest and continuing south squeezed Justin's hardening cock feeling the growing need he was creating there.

 

"We've worked enough for tonight.  Come to bed," he said rising and wrapping his arm around Justin's shoulder.

 

They flipped off the lights and made their way to the bed.  Quietly they undressed each other kissing all the while.  Tenderly Brian laid his boy down on their bed and began kissing him all over.  Finally his mouth found the straining cock and Brian relished Justin's gasp as his mouth engulfed it.

 

With practised expertise Brian drew his lover to the edge of orgasm.  Justin clung to Brian's hair as he panted and writhed beneath him.  One strategic swoop of Brian's tongue and Justin screamed his release.

 

"Feel good?" Brian asked as he settled down beside the still gasping blond.

 

"Fuck yes!"

 

Brian chuckled.  "Glad you liked it."

"Your tongue should be registered as a lethal weapon," Justin managed to get out between gulps of air.

 

"Why?  You're not dead," Brian said with his tongue in cheek.

 

"It was close," Justin said rolling towards Brian.

 

"Shall I return the favor?"

"In a minute, Sunshine," Brian said.

 

"What are we waiting for?"

"I was just thinking about where we might be right now if I hadn't decided to run for mayor."

 

"The mind boggles at the possibilities," Justin said with a grin.

 

"Besides being in the line at the soup kitchen," Brian said with a grimace," I could be running my own ad agency and not worrying about any of life's problems."

 

"Or you could be in advertising in a whole other city and I'd be here all by myself."

"Never!"

 

"You wouldn't leave me?" Justin asked hoping Brian would give him some more reassurance.  Their relationship always seemed so tenuous.

 

"If I have to be in that line at the soup kitchen, I want you right there beside me."

"Thanks so much!  I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me."

 

"No!  Not really?" Brian asked frowning.

 

"Yep."

"Shit!  I really do suck at this romance crap."

"If you stopped calling it crap, maybe it wouldn't be so hard."

"You know I think romance and love are bullshit," Brian protested.

 

"Then why am I here, and why do you want me in that soup line with you?"

"Fuck if I know!"

 

"Well I do."

"Yeah?  Mr. 1500 SAT's!  What's the reason?"

"You love me, even though you don't think you know what love is and that it's a waste of time and energy and that it's all bullshit."

 

"What makes you so sure?"

 

"I've always told you that I'm on to you."

"I guess maybe you are," Brian said looking into those blue eyes.

 

"So get ready, old man, I'm going to rock your socks!"

 

With that Justin pounced and began to give Brian his version of the hottest blowjob of the current century, and maybe the last as well.



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