Brian straightened his tie and pushed open the door.  The executive officers of the local postal workers union sat around the table waiting for him to speak to them.  Geoffrey carried in the boards that he would be using for his presentation and set them on the easel that was provided.

 

The faces looked expectantly at Brian.  He wanted this to work.  He needed their help if his idea was going to come to fruition.

 

Brian cleared his throat.  "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I'm pleased that you agreed to hear me out today.  I have an exciting proposal for your organization."

"Get to the point," a burly man who seemed to wear a perpetual frown spat at him.  "We don't have time for your flowery words."

 

Something in the way the man said 'flowery' made Brian's skin crawl.  The word homophobe flashed across his brain.  Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought.

 

"I've never been one to waste time," Brian said pointedly.  "So here's my proposal."

Brian spent the next ten minutes outlining the problem and what he wanted to do about it.  He had brought the picture of the little waif that would be on the food collection bags.  It stood on an easel behind him as he finished up his spiel.

 

There was some applause from those in the room.  Brian let out a breath as he heard it.  At least some of them had been impressed.  He risked a glance at the man who had told him to get to the point.  He scowled back.  Brian had known that he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of winning him over.

 

"That was very interesting," one of the women said.  "I'm Marjorie Blackburn, head of the local postal workers.

 

"Thank you, Ms. Blackburn," Brian replied giving her the full benefit of his many charms.  "I hope I can count on your workers to aid me in this endeavor."

"Don't you mean 'AIDS'?" Brian heard mumbled from beside him.  He could tell that several other people had heard the comment too.

 

"Do you have a problem with me being gay?" Brian asked turning on the glowering man who had made the previous comments.  "Mr. …?"

 

"Brown," the man replied.  "I'm not much in favor of your sort or anything that you propose."

 

"Is that right?  And just what has my 'sort' got to do with any of this?" Brian asked feeling his temper rise.

 

"Let's just say that I didn't vote for you, and I won't be voting for this 'fabulous' idea either."

 

The scorn in his voice was evident.  Brian had almost gotten used to being treated like any other mayor, like any other person.  Somewhere along the line he had managed to push all the protests and hatred out of his mind.  Now here it was all manifested once again in this surly prick.

"I'm not going to try to reason with you," Brian said in a voice much calmer than he was really feeling.  "I've always found it impossible to reason with bigots."

"Shut the fuck up, Gay Boy," Brown spat out.

 

"That's enough, Lester," Marjorie stated firmly.  "Sit down and be reasonable or leave!"

"I'll leave!  I don't want to be in the same room with 'that' any longer."  Lester stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

 

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Kinney," Marjorie apologized.  "Lester doesn't speak for the rest of us."

Brian looked around the room, his jaw clenched.  Those still there nodded their agreement with Marjorie's statement.  Brian didn't know what to say.  He wanted to tell them all to fuck off, but he still needed their help to get his plan rolling.

 

"I certainly hope Lester doesn't speak for you," Brian said pointedly, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.  "Perhaps you could tell me if I'm wasting my time here.  I had hoped we would be on the same wavelength about the need for this project."

"I think we are on the same wavelength," Marjorie said looking at the others.  There was general agreement.  "Let's put this to a vote."

"What about the disgruntled one?" Brian asked nodding towards the door through which Lester had disappeared.

 

"He's only one vote.  Let's see what everyone else thinks."

The vote was held and was unanimous with the exception of the now departed Lester.

 

"So what happens now?" Brian asked.

 

"We present this to our general meeting which is in two weeks.  They get to vote on it."

"Do you think it will pass?" Brian asked.

 

"I'm going to push for that.  Most of our members are a lot more liberal than Lester.  I'm sure they'll want to help."

Brian shook her hand and turned to Geoffrey.  He signaled the man to gather up their boards and get ready to leave.

 

"If you want me to speak at your meeting, I'd be happy to do that," Brian offered.

 

"It's not allowed.  No outsiders may attend or speak.  I'll present your ideas as fairly as I can," Marjorie stated.

 

"Thanks.  If you want to use any of the promotional materials I just showed you, let me know."

Brian and Geoffrey made their way out to the limousine.  They climbed in after stuffing their props in the trunk.  Brian sank into the leather seat and sighed.

 

"That man was a real asshole," Geoffrey stated not looking at Brian.

 

Brian had closed his eyes trying to block out the unpleasantness and fight off an impending headache.  His eyes flew open at Geoffrey's words.  "Language, Geoffrey, language," Brian said softly.

 

"I could call him a lot worse.  Fucking bigot!"

 

Brian chuckled in spite of himself.  "Why, Geoffrey, I think you've been hanging around some bad influences."

"You mean you?" Geoffrey replied with that supercilious tone of voice that used to make Brian want to smack him.

 

Brian laughed out loud.  "You're probably right.  I always have been a bad influence."

"You've done more for this city in one year than almost any other mayor I can remember," Geoffrey said still staring straight ahead.

 

Brian stared at the side of his face.  "Thank you, Geoffrey.  That … means … a lot to me."

 

"I mean it," Geoffrey said refusing to make eye contact with Brian.

 

Brian decided he better let it go.  "Thanks for arranging that meeting with the postal workers.  What's your read on their reaction?" Brian asked.

 

Now that they were back to business Geoffrey turned to look at Brian.  "I think other than that one asshole they were very favorable to the idea.  I hope it will pass at their meeting."

"It could make a big difference for a lot of people if it does."

 

"I've been in touch with several restaurants about the 'City Harvest' idea," Geoffrey said.

 

"And?"

 

"The response has been very good.  Nobody has outright refused.  Of course, some were more enthusiastic than others."

 

"What about the Pink Orchid?" Brian had to ask.

 

"You mean your Thai restaurant?" Geoffrey said with a smirk.  "They said they could refuse you nothing.  They were going to contact all the other Thai restaurants in the city.  They haven't got back to me yet with the results."

Brian noted the smirk.  He wondered what the Pink Orchid might have said about him. 

 

                                                               -----

 

Two weeks later Geoffrey charged into Brian's office.

 

"The postal workers endorsed the food collection proposal," Geoffrey said proudly.  "I just got off the phone with Marjorie Blackburn."

 

"Fantastic!" Brian responded.

 

"So we can begin getting the bags printed up.  We should make some TV spots to tell people that this is going to happen."

 

"You're right.  Do we have budget for that?"

"I can make sure that we do."

"Go for it, Geoffrey.  I'll work up some kind of idea for the promo shots."

"I think you should be on the TV telling people about your idea," Geoffrey stated.  He stressed the word 'your'.

 

Brian smiled in spite of himself.  "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but maybe someone else would make a better spokesperson."

 

"You're the mayor," Geoffrey stated simply.

 

"Yes, I am," Brian said with his tongue in his cheek.

 

"So you should do it," Geoffrey told him.

 

Brian was curious.  "Why do you think I should do it?"

Geoffrey hesitated for a moment.  "You're worried that you being gay is going to turn some people off, aren't you?"

 

"Nobody ever said you were dumb, Geoffrey.  I think maybe a celebrity or … something would appeal to a wider audience."

"I think you're wrong … in my opinion," Geoffrey replied.

 

"Why?"

"This was your idea.  Your commitment to it will be evident."

 

"But what about turning people off … like Lester?" Brian asked remembering his distasteful encounter with the postal worker.

 

"Do you really think that people like Lester would participate, would want to help … anyone, whether you're involved or not?"

"Hm, I suppose you're right."

"I know I am."

Brian snorted.  Geoffrey was always so sure of himself.  "Can't argue with your logic.  I'll do the spot."

"I'll contact the TV stations and see what kind of deal I can work out," Geoffrey said.

 

"You do deals?"

"Of course!  The world revolves around deals."

"No?" Brian responded in mock disbelief.

 

"Are you making fun of me?" Geoffrey asked.

 

"I believe it's called teasing," Brian replied with his tongue in cheek.

 

"Oh."

Brian had to smile.  He wondered if anybody had ever teased Geoffrey.  It didn't seem likely that they had.  He would have liked to ask him, but he was well aware that their relationship wasn't at that level yet.  He shuddered inwardly at the word he had used to describe their … relationship.  Fuck!

 

"I'll get right on this," Geoffrey was saying.  "There isn't much time if we are going to get this done in time for a pre-Thanksgiving blitz."

 

"Right," Brian said as Geoffrey bustled out of his office.

 

Brian stared after the man.  He had changed so much from the first time Brian had met him.  They would never be friends, but Brian had learned to respect the man and he felt that Geoffrey had learned to respect him too.  The world really was a strange place.

 

With a sigh Brian sat down and began mulling over possible ideas for the TV spot that they were going to do.

 

                                                               -----

 

Brian finished up his lines and the director called, "Cut!"

 

"Was that all right?" Brian asked.

 

"That was fabulous," Ryan Fielding, the director replied.

 

Brian sucked in his lips.  "I'll settle for effective, if it's all the same to you."

"It will be very effective," Ryan promised.

 

"It has to be."

"How about grabbing some lunch with me?" Ryan asked a suggestive smile on his face.

 

"Sure," Brian replied, "But I need this spot to be on television in three days.  Shouldn't you be working on it instead?"

"We all have to eat," Ryan said licking his lips in an unmistakably sexual way.

 

Brian had used Ryan for some TV commercials in the past.  He knew the man had always been attracted to him, and there was a time when he had seriously considered taking advantage of that fact.  In fact watching Ryan's tongue was having the desired effect on Brian's dick.  He shifted uncomfortably, weighing the possibilities.

 

He could grab the man by his shirt, drag him into the office and fuck the shit out of him.  His dick was all in favor of that.  He felt it grow uncomfortably in his pants.  He could thank the man for his talent and promise something for later.  That made no sense at all.  He knew he had to maintain his professional demeanor and get the fuck out of there.  Besides this guy wasn't Justin.

 

A smile spread across Brian's face.  Ryan took that to mean that his offer had been accepted and stepped closer.  Brian placed a hand on the man's chest and gently pushed him away.  A look of confusion crossed Ryan's face.

 

"I'm the mayor," Brian said thinking of Justin's crack about him making a good dictator.  "I have a different lifestyle now."  Brian felt the words stick in his throat.  He hated admitting that, but it was true.  His life was very different now, had been for the last year.  "I have to remember that.  I hope you will do a good job with the promo."

"Sure," Ryan replied as he watched Brian walk out the door.

 

                                                               -----

 

Justin felt his phone vibrating.  He was in a boring lecture at PIFA.  He quickly stood and exited the auditorium.  He pulled out his phone and looked at the display.  He pushed talk.

 

"Hey," he said the grin spreading across his face and into his voice.

 

"Hey," Brian replied.  "Did I interrupt something?"

"Only another boring lecture."

"I'm paying good money for those boring lectures.  You're supposed to be getting a superior education there."

Justin grinned.  He should be angry that Brian had reminded him he was still paying for his education, but he could tell the man was merely teasing him.  He knew that tone to his voice.  It had taken him a long time to learn it.  "I'm ready for a break.  How about you?" Justin asked.

"Phone sex would be lovely, but I had something more … intimate in mind."

"Intimate?"

 

"Yep."

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Right outside in the parking lot."

"In the limo?"

 "Yes."

"Waiting for someone?" Justin teased.

 

"Maybe.  Know anyone who might be interested?"

 

"Maybe," Justin grinned.  All the while he was making his way down the stairs towards the front entrance to the building. 

 

"I had a premonition that a certain blond twink might need some TLC," Brian said his voice husky with lust.

 

Justin recognized that tone immediately.  He sped up as he neared the front doors.  He pushed them open and looked around for the limo.  He saw it across the parking lot and ran towards it.  The back door opened as Justin approached and he jumped in.  The car pulled away immediately.

 

Justin found himself locked in Brian's arms, his mouth engulfed in a tempestuous kiss.

 

"Somebody's missed me," Justin gasped as Brian finally let him up for air.

 

"Maybe."

 

Brian's hands were pulling at his clothes.  His pants were down over his hips and his shirt and jacket had already disappeared.  Justin felt Brian cup his balls and he took in a sharp breath at the sensation.  He squirmed around so he could reach the zipper on Brian's pants and tugged it down.  The fully erect cock sprang free and Justin's hand pumped it a couple of times.

 

"Easy," Brian gasped. 

 

"Now," Justin demanded.

 

Brian whipped out the lube and a condom.  He slid the condom over his dick and flipped Justin onto all fours on the seat of the limo.  His lubed fingers worked into Justin's pucker.  The boy moaned as the sensations coursed through his body.  He felt Brian position his cock and then breach the tight outer ring of his hole.

 

"Brian," he moaned.  "Brian, Brian."

Brian thrust forward and was halfway in.  He paused for a moment waiting for Justin to breathe.  Another thrust and he was home, where he had wanted to be ever since his encounter with Ryan.  He thrust deeply and forcefully and heard Justin groan.  He rammed harder and felt Justin thrust back.  That was what he loved about this blond, his blond.  He always wanted more and Brian was always ready to give it to him.

 

They pounded against each other, each knowing the ways to pleasure the other.  The ride was hard and deep and satisfying.  As their orgasms neared Brian reached for Justin's cock and pumped.  He felt the boy shudder and knew he was close.  A few more thrusts and they were both shooting.  They dropped onto the soft leather of the limo and lay panting cradled together on the narrow seat. 

 

"Jesus, Brian, that was intense," Justin said when he could once more breathe.

 

"Yeah."

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected arrival?" Justin asked starting to clean himself up.

 

"I finished the promo for the food collection and I had this sudden urge for a little dessert of my own."

"Really?"

 

"Yes.  Did you enjoy your little break from academia?"

"You can come give me a break like that anytime."

"Can I now?  I don't want you neglecting your studies just for any old thing."

 

"You're not any old thing," Justin giggled.

 

Brian arched his eyebrows at him.  "We can go again or I could take you back," Brian said.

 

"I thought I'd like a little more dessert first," Justin said as his mouth engulfed Brian's cock.

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