Oneupmanship
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Gardner Vance called Brian into his office
one morning. Gardner had a grudging
respect for the man, although he didnt really like the arrogant son
of a bitch. Since Brian had
forced Gardner to make him a partner, Brian had brought in millions of dollars
of business. The new company
was doing very well.
Brian walked into Gardners office,
wondering why he had been summoned to the inner sanctum of the arrogant son
of a bitch. He didnt really
like the man, but he had a grudging respect for his business
acumen. He had really expanded
the old Ryder Agency. The company
was worth twice as much now as when Vance took it
over. Of course, Brian had been
responsible for bringing in a large portion of the new
business. He wondered what Vance
wanted. They rarely had face
to face meetings, opting instead for memos and brief phone
updates. Their mutual dislike
kept them at arms length.
Brian, Gardner said, have
a seat.
Brian sat down and waited for the purpose
of this meeting to be explained.
I guess youre wondering what
this is all about, Gardner began.
Taking early retirement? Brian
asked, sucking in his lips.
No such luck, Gardner
said. He had to
chuckle. The man was
quick.
Shall I keep guessing, or are you going
to tell me?
The company is doing very
well. Better than I could have
hoped for, Gardner stated.
I know, Brian said
simply.
Fucking arrogant
prick! Thinks its all
his doing, Gardner thought.
Aloud he said, I thought we should have a celebration for the
new company, for your partnership, for our
successes. Ive booked
the ballroom at the Fremont for Saturday
night. I thought wed invite
the staff and as many clients as we can muster on short
notice. My secretary has been
on the phone the last two days putting out invitations and making
arrangements.
And youre telling me this now
because ...? Brian asked, royally ticked that this had all been done
without his knowledge.
So that you can be
there. Maybe make a speech as
a new partner. Bring your
significant other. Gardner
waited for the reaction. He
had heard through the office grapevine that Brian was living with some blond
teenager. He could hardly wait to show Brian up at this
party. The kid would be out
of place, and Brian would be taken down a peg or
two. Cocky
bastard!
Brian was
thinking. He knew that Vance
knew he was gay. He wondered
if he knew about Justin.
Probably. But why was
he specifically trying to get Justin to be at the
party? I know he doesnt
like me, but what will that get him? Brian thought.
Id be happy to speak, but I wish
I had had a bit more notice. I
did have other plans for Saturday night, he
lied. Well, not really
lied. He had planned to fuck
Justin senseless, but he could do that after the party.
But you can change them, Gardner
stated, not asking, just expecting Brian to do so.
Sure, Brian
said. Asshole! he
thought.
And your
partner. Will he be able to
attend?
Im not
sure. Ill have to ask
him about it. Brian knew
Justin would attend, if he asked him.
He wanted to keep Gardner off
balance. Hed let him think
that Brian might come alone.
Good.
Im looking forward to the party, and to meeting your partner,
he stressed.
Riiight, Brian said,
rising. I better get back
to work. He turned and
left.
Shit! he
thought. That son of a
bitch knows how to push my buttons.
He walked back to Cynthias
desk. Did you know about
a company party on Saturday? he asked.
Cynthia looked at
him. Ive been hearing
some rumblings, but I didnt want to say anything until I had more concrete
information, she said.
Youre going to need to improve
your connections on the office
grapevine. I dont like these kinds of
surprises.
Sorry,
Boss. Ill get on it right
away.
Too late for this one, but dont let it happen again.
She
nodded. What exactly is
happening?
That arrogant prick has booked the
ballroom at the Fremont Hotel for Saturday
night. Hes inviting staff
and clients, and Im supposed to speak.
Cynthia
gulped. She should have known
about this. Need some
help with your speech? she asked.
I know what Id like to say, but
Im not stupid enough to do that.
Ill have to choose my words
carefully.
Do be careful, Brian, she said,
not wanting him to jeopardize their new status.
I
know. But I wish I knew what
he is up to.
What do you
mean?
He specifically asked me to bring my
partner, my significant other. He
asked three times.
So? Cynthia asked,
confused.
There has to be some underlying
reason. I wonder what he is
playing at. What do you think
he knows about Justin?
Not much, I would
think. The office knows youre
with a teenager. They have seen
his mother here, the few who are still on staff.
A light went off in Brians
head. That must be
it. He thinks Im with
some inept little kid that will make me look bad in front of
everyone.
You think? Cynthia
asked.
It has to
be. Well, he hasnt met
Justin.
You show him, Boss, and Ill get
my feelers out to see if I can find out anything
else.
Good, Brian said, going into
his office.
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When Brian arrived home at 7 pm, Justin had
dinner ready, and they sat down to eat.
I have an invitation for you,
Brian said.
Invitation? Justin
asked.
Vance is having a party Saturday night,
and he wants you to come.
Me?
Why? What sort of
party?
A celebration for our new business
venture, me as partner and him as owner. Weve been raking in the business since he took
over. Its black tie, at
the Fremont Hotel. Im
supposed to speak.
Wow, but why
me?
He specifically asked me to bring
you.
How do you feel about
that? Justin knew Brian
liked to keep his private life private.
He had never gone to anything like this with
Brian.
I think he wants to find out more about
me. We dont like each
other. I have a sneaking suspicion
he thinks youre a dumb kid who will make me look bad at the
party.
Justins eyes got large, and he felt
hurt by that comment. Do
you think thats what I would do - make you look
bad? Justins voice
quivered just a bit.
Absolutely
not! Vance is going to be blown
away by you.
Justin
beamed. You mean
it? You think hell be impressed by
me? Justin could barely believe Brians
praise.
Youre no little kid,
Justin. In fact, I often forget
youre still a teenager.
Youre my partner and my equal, Brian said
confidently.
Justin thought he would burst with
pride. He raced around the table
and threw himself into Brians lap.
He kissed Brian with such fervor that they were soon both
breathless.
I love
you. I love you so much,
Justin vowed.
Okay, Hoover, he said between
kisses. He started moving his
hips around on the chair.
Justins luscious bottom on top of his cock was having predictable
results.
Justin was undoing the buttons on Brians
shirt.
I guess were done with dinner,
Brian said, pulling off Justins t-short.
For now, Justin said, undoing
Brians pants.
They continued kissing and
disrobing. When they were both
naked, Brian turned Justin around, and he leaned his hands on Brians
chair, his bubble butt elevated in all its
glory. Brian kissed each cheek
of his ass and licked the pucker.
He spit on it, and it spasmed in
response. He reached around
and stuck a finger in Justins
mouth. Justin sucked on it,
then coated it with saliva and opened his
mouth. Brian moved the finger
to Justins hole and pressed in.
Justin hissed in response, and Brian fucked the finger in and
out. He grabbed the lube and
condom from his pants and got them both ready.
As he positioned his cock at Justins
spasming pucker, he leaned over and said, We are going to make Vance
so jealous that we have each other.
Hell regret ever trying to get one up on either of
us.
Justin turned and kissed
him. Brian plunged
in. They rocked together, grunting
and responding to each other.
Justin rotated his hips as he rocked back to meet Brians
thrusts. They continued their
dance of joy until each thought he would explode.
Now,
Brian! Justin said
breathlessly, and he shot all over his stomach and the
chair.
Justins orgasm brought on
Brians. When he was finished
coming, he carefully withdrew his penis, and turned Justin to kiss him gently,
but deeply. They clung to each
other for a few minutes, as their breathing came back to
normal.
Maybe we should do this at the
party, Brian said sarcastically.
I bet theyd all be beating off in time with
us.
Brian, Justin giggled,
Im not putting on any such exhibition for anyone but
you. However, now that you mention
it, I may have to go to the party naked.
Why? Brian
wondered. Surely Justin didnt
think he was serious.
I dont have a tux, Justin
said.
We can fix
that. Ill take you to
my tailor tomorrow.
Are you
sure? Maybe I shouldnt
go.
No
way! I want you
there. Well show them, together.
Okay,
partner. Justin grinned,
basking happily in the glow of Brians confidence in
him.
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At work the next day Cynthia had some news
for him. Ive found
out that Vance is planning to make a presentation to
you. His secretary told me that
he has bought you a gift.
A gift? Brian
asked. Whats that
about?
I dont
know. Once I got her to spill
about the gift, she clammed right up.
Apparently, its supposed to be a surprise, and she shouldnt
have mentioned it at all. I
couldnt get her to tell me what the gift was, and I had to promise
that I wouldnt tell you about it.
You are so
bad! Breaking your promises,
said Brian, smiling at her.
Im glad you got that much out of
her. I dont like surprises
like this. Good
work!
Thanks.
Ill try and find out more, but I dont think shes
going to let anything else
slip.
If Im right, and Vance is trying
to make me look bad at this party, then maybe I need to get a gift for him
too, Brian said, sucking in his lips.
A
gift? Cynthia
asked. That was the last thing she was
expecting.
Oh! Like a cobra
in a box, or a hand grenade with the plug already
pulled.
God, you have an evil
mind!
Thanks, she said,
chuckling. Isnt
that why you keep me around?
I intend to beat him at his own
game, Brian stated, ignoring her question.
What does that
mean?
I need to come up with the perfect
gift for him. Something so right
and so expensive that he will have to appreciate it, even though hell
want to throw it at me, Brian said, thinking.
And you call me
evil! Thats a tall order
to fill, Cynthia said.
Well, start
thinking. We only have three
days. Oh, and make an appointment
with my tailor for today, if you can get
it. I need two new
tuxes.
Two?
So Justins going?
Brian sucked in his lips and
nodded.
You two are going to be so stunning
that Vance will have to eat crow.
He has no idea who hes up against, does
he? Cynthia smirked.
Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek, and
grinned.
God, Im glad Im on your
side, Cynthia said.
By the way, get yourself a dazzling
new gown, on me. I want you
to be a standout too, Brian said.
Thanks,
Boss. Ill get right on
that!
Wait till
lunch. Get some of the other
stuff done first.
Cynthia grinned and
nodded.
Brian walked into his
office. He had a lot to do and
a lot to think about before Saturday.
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Cynthia got him an appointment with his tailor
for 6 pm. He called Justin and
arranged to pick him up, so they could go to the tailors
together. At six, they arrived
at Charles Henderson - Fine Clothing and
Tailoring. Justin had never been to a tailor, so this was a new
experience. He was a little
nervous, but he knew Brian wanted him to look special for the
party.
Evening, Charles, Brian said,
as the tailor let them in and locked the door behind
them. Thanks for staying
late. This is kind of a rush
order for a very important party.
No problem, Mr. Kinney, Charles
said.
This is Justin Taylor,
Charles. The other tux is for
him.
Mr.
Taylor. Charles shook
his hand. Lets try
on some tuxes and see what looks good, shall
we? The change rooms are over
here. Ill pick out some
samples and bring them to you.
Justin looked at Brian and gave him a nervous
grin. Brian nodded encouragement,
and Justin headed for the change room.
Would you like to see the new Armani,
Mr. Kinney? he asked.
Brian tried on the Armani which looked great
on him. Charles still wanted
to make a few nips and tucks so that it would be perfect.
Justin tried on several tuxedos, but both
Brian and Charles thought the Ralph Lauren looked best on
him. Charles took a few tucks
and made some marks to alter the suit for an exact
fit. Justins bubble butt
presented the biggest problem in the very tailored
tux. Charles wanted to make
sure the trousers hung just right.
He was an expert tailor, and Brian knew he would make it look wonderful
on Justin.
Charles promised to have the tuxes ready
for Friday, so they could try them on again and make sure they were absolutely
perfect.
When they left, Brian picked up Thai take-out
and they went back to the loft.
Youll look great in that tux,
Brian said to Justin, as they ate.
Well get you shoes
tomorrow. Did you like the shirt
Charles had you wear with the tux?
Yeah, it was
great. Thanks,
Brian. This is going to cost a
fortune. I just rented the tux
when I went to the prom.
They both looked at each other, remembering
things they wished they could forget.
Dont worry about
it. Were both going to
look sensational! Now, if I
could just think of the perfect gift for Vance, Brian
said.
Gift?
For Vance?
Why?
I told you he has some kind of agenda
to put me in my place. Cynthia
found out that hes presenting me with some gift at this
party. I intend to beat
him at his own game, so I need an even better gift to give him, Brian
said.
Whats he giving you? Justin
asked.
I dont
know. Cynthia couldnt
pry that out of his secretary.
Then how are you going to top it, if
you dont know what it is?
Hmm, Brian
said. I want it to be
unique, one of a kind. Something
that people will be impressed with.
Something that hell have to look at, and know that I gave it
to him.
Thats a tall order, Justin
said.
Thats what Cynthia
said. Got any
ideas?
Well, artwork could be impressive,
Justin volunteered.
Thats
true. A sculpture,
maybe. Or a
portrait. Thats it!
Justin, could you do one of your sketches, of Vance, by
Saturday?
I guess so, but dont you want
someone famous? To make a big
splash?
No.
Think about it. If you do one of your great sketches, what a slap in the
face for him, when he has to accept it, especially after thinking you are
some dumb kid. Ill suggest
he put it up in his office.
Hell have to look at it every
day. Hell know that you
are a brilliant artist, not a silly
teenager. We will have beat
him at his own game. Perfect
revenge!! said Brian.
Justin wasnt so
sure. Do you think
thats a good idea?
I dont care if its a good
idea. I think its a great
idea. I love
it!
All right, Justin
conceded. Do you have
a picture of him I can work from?
Didnt I save the newspaper article
about the takeover of the Ryder Agency?
It had a picture of Vance in it.
Yeah, its in the
desk. Justin went over
to the desk and found the file folder with the
story. It wasnt a great
picture. It would be better
if I could see him in person too, Justin said.
You could come to work with me tomorrow,
and well stake out his parking space, Brian
plotted.
Sounds like espionage, Justin
said.
Yes,
007. We can make this
work.
Okay, said Justin, still having
doubts.
Want your reward now, little boy?
Brian asked suggestively.
What did you have in mind, old
man?
Come to bed, and Ill show you,
he promised.
And he did, several times that
night.
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The next morning Brian drove them to work,
parking behind a post which gave them a view of Vances parking
space. While they waited, they
did a little tongue wrestling and cock
rubbing. Suddenly they heard a car and pulled
apart. Vance got out of his
car and looked around. Justin
got a good look at him before he opened the trunk and took out his
briefcase. He then walked away
from them towards the elevator.
Did you get a good look? Brian
asked.
Good
enough. Hes not much to
look at.
Brian
snorted. I know, but make
him look as good as you can.
Im an artist, not a miracle
worker, Justin giggled.
Brian kissed
him. This is going to
be the best party! he crowed.
I can hardly wait.
You are so bad! Justin said,
kissing him back.
Take the Jeep, and pick me up at six
in front of the building.
Well get you some shoes for the
party. Good luck with the
portrait, Brian said, getting out of the Jeep.
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The next two days were spent getting ready
for the party. They had the
next fitting of their tuxes. They
looked fabulous according to Brian. Justins sketch looked
unbelievable. He had managed to make Vance look authoritative and powerful,
but also somewhat attractive.
Brian was very impressed.
Justin was pleased. He
wanted to make this perfect for Brian.
This was the first time Brian had ever asked him to do anything like
this, and he didnt want to let him down.
Cynthia had been unable to find out what
Vances gift was, but she had learned that Vance would speak first at
the party, introducing Brian as partner. That would probably be when he would present the
gift. Then Brian would respond,
saying some nice things about the firm and about
Vance. He could then present
his gift to Vance. Brian thought
that would work well, because Justins portrait would be sure to top
whatever Vance gave him.
Brian
smiled. He loved intrigue, when
he was on top of it, and when he was sure he was going to
win.
Did you get a dress? Brian asked
Cynthia.
A humdinger! she
replied.
I bet Ill be paying through the
nose for that, Brian groaned.
You got
it! Looking sensational aint
cheap! Cynthia said, leaving his office.
Shes worth every penny,
Brian thought, so glad to have Cynthia as his right hand
man. He
chuckled.
Saturday couldnt come soon
enough.
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Brian and Justin dressed for the
party. They had had a little
pre-party sex in the shower. Brian
was so pleased with Justins
portrait. Justin had got it
framed at the Institute, and it looked
spectacular. Justin, himself,
looked pretty spectacular in his new
tux. It fit him
perfectly. Brian wanted to rip
it off him, as soon as he saw him in it.
Justin had to fight him off, saying he would spoil their plan and
make them late if he didnt stop.
Later, he promised, as he kissed
Brian.
Later, and count on it! Brian
vowed. It was going to be a
long evening for his cock.
Brian looked phenomenal in his new
tux. It skimmed his lithe body
like a second skin. Justin
straightened his bowtie for him, and pronounced him
perfect. They picked up the portrait and got ready to
leave.
Hurry up, Justin
said. Its 8:30
already.
Im always fashionably late,
Brian stated.
Come
on! Justin dragged him
out of the loft.
It was almost nine when they
arrived. They had found the
ballroom manager and asked him to quietly place the portrait behind the podium
for later.
As they approached the entrance to the ballroom,
Brian asked, Ready?
Ready, Justin stated, squeezing
Brians hand.
They each took a deep breath and stepped
through the doorway. Heads turned
immediately, and conversations were broken off.
Just like Babylon, Brian
whispered.
Justin smiled, and they started across the
room. Eyes followed
them. They looked unbelievably
wonderful together. Brian had
seen Cynthia. She looked fabulous
in a golden creation, and Brian headed for her, Justin by his
side.
Money well spent, Brian said,
giving her the once over.
You look great!
Thanks, she said, and Brian thought
he saw a blush. He kissed her
on the cheek, and she did blush.
You guys look terrific! she said,
regaining her composure.
Thanks.
Cynthia, this is Justin. I
dont think youve met in person, just on the
phone.
Justin, she said, putting her
hand out to shake his.
Its good to finally meet you.
You look lovely, he
said.
Hes definitely a keeper,
she said to Brian.
He rolled his eyes, and said,
Yeah.
Conversations had begun again since their
trip across the ballroom floor. Probably about us, Brian thought with a
smirk. He felt a hand on his
shoulder and turned. It was
Gardner Vance.
Evening, Gardner, he
said.
Brian, Gardner replied, shaking
his hand. Are you going
to introduce me? he asked, looking at
Justin. This kid was gorgeous,
but looked about fourteen.
This is going to be so easy, he
thought. Lamb to the
slaughter!
Gardner, this is Justin
Taylor.
Justin, Gardner said, shaking
his hand. Nice to meet
you, finally.
A pleasure, Justin said
suavely. It looks like
the partys going well.
Thanks for inviting me.
Right, said Gardner, not expecting
such a polished response.
What do you do,
Justin?
Im a student at
PIFA.
PIFA? Gardner
asked.
Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Art,
Cynthia clarified.
Oh, Gardner
said. He thought the kid would
have still been in high school.
This wasnt going quite the way he had
intended. Why dont
you two get a drink, and in a few minutes well do the
speeches. I better mingle,
he said, moving away.
Cynthia
chuckled. That was perfect,
Justin. Took the wind right
out of his sails. She
patted Justins arm.
Thanks, he said, Im
nervous as Hell.
Nobody would ever know it, she
assured him.
They each got a drink, Brian a martini and
Justin a coke, thinking he wanted to keep his wits about
him. Brian introduced Justin
to some of the people he worked with, including one of his assistants, Kevin,
who had inadvertently given him the song, You Are My
Sunshine.
Justin more than held his own with each of
them. Once again Brian marveled
at how easily Justin talked to people. He seemed to be able to fit into any
group. It had taken Brian years
of practice to do what Justin did so effortlessly.
They heard someone blowing into the microphone,
and turned to see Vance getting ready to speak to the assembled
throng. Brian and Justin moved
closer. Brian felt Cynthia come
up beside him.
Vance proceeded to thank them all for
coming. He hoped they were enjoying
the evening. He talked about
the new firm, and its early successes.
He toasted all the employees and their hard
work. They applauded him in
return. He then turned toward
Brian, and called him over, saying that Brian was now a partner and had had
a lot to do with the firm getting off to such a rousing
start.
Brian smiled, and looked suitably
modest. Justin couldnt
help but smile. Brian was the
least modest person he had ever met.
Vance was saying, Brian, I wanted to
present you with a little gift in appreciation of your hard work in getting
this enterprise off to such a good
beginning. He pulled a
small box out of his pocket and handed it to Brian.
Brian lifted the lid and saw a gold cigarette
case and lighter, each with his initials engraved on
it. He held it up for everyone
to see, and stepped to the microphone.
Thank you, Gardner, he
began. For those of you
at the back. Its a gold
cigarette case and lighter.
There was some applause.
Im surprised that youre contributing to my vices,
Gardner, Brian added. There
was laughter, and Gardner looked annoyed.
I am very pleased to be a partner in
Vangard, and Im grateful for the praise Gardner has heaped on me
tonight. However, he must take
the majority of the credit. When
he bought the Ryder Agency, I was very
surprised. The changes he has
made were quite drastic, but no one can argue with the
results.
There was
applause. Gardner looked
pleased.
I am sure he will continue to work
hard to improve the agency to the benefit of us
all. I did get wind that he
was giving me a gift tonight, so I thought it would be only right to
reciprocate. So, Gardner, if
you will come back up here.
He waited as Gardner came back up on the podium
step. Id like Justin
Taylor to join us, Brian said.
Justin started toward the podium.
Gardner looked confused, but stood
waiting. Justin went behind
the podium and picked up a frame.
Only the back was visible.
Gardner, I thought you might like this
to decorate your office, Brian said, smiling
ingratiatingly. He was enjoying
this so much. Justin drew
this for you.
Justin turned the portrait around and held
it up between himself and Gardner. There were gasps, and then genuine
applause. Gardner didnt
know whether to be thrilled or pissed.
The portrait was very impressive.
He looked great in it, but here was this kid, who was supposed to
be the butt of ridicule, stealing the
moment. He was obviously very
talented.
Gardner took hold of the
portrait. He stepped up to the
microphone. This is certainly
an unexpected surprise, he said.
I didnt know I was getting anything, let alone such a
wonderful portrait. Thank you,
Brian, and Justin.
He shook their hands, then leaned in to Justin
and whispered, Please say a few
words. Justin shook his
head, but Gardner stepped back to the microphone, and said, Lets
hear from the artist.
Amidst applause, Gardner pushed Justin
forward.
Justin didnt know what to
say. He didnt want to
say anything, but he knew Brian was counting on him.
He cleared his
throat. He could feel Gardner
smirking behind him. It
was my pleasure to do the portrait, Mr.
Vance. You were quite a challenging
subject. There were scattered
laughs at that. Justin risked
a look at Brian, who smiled
encouragement. I hope
you enjoy the portrait, and find it worthy of being mounted on the wall of
your office.
Justin stepped back, and Gardner said into
the mike, Thanks. Enjoy
the rest of the evening,
everyone. He turned around.
Brian, Justin, thank you, he said curtly, and then he
and the portrait were gone.
Brian touched Justins
sleeve. You were great,
he said. I couldnt
have done better myself. Now
hell have to put it up in his
office. The clients will all
want a closer look. Im
going to give you such a reward
tonight! He wanted to
rip off Justins tux and ravish him there in front of
everybody. His cock was so hard
it hurt. He thought he would
explode with love and need for Justin.
He kept his back to the audience not wanting everyone to see his
need.
Cynthia stepped up beside
him. She glanced at Brian, and
the look on his face made her glance at his
crotch. She hoped he didnt
notice. She didnt want
to embarrass him. Im
going to get a drink, she said.
Do you want me to get you
anything? She saw Brian
take a couple of deep breaths.
No thanks, he managed to
say.
That was some performance, you two,
she said, thinking he might need a little more time to compose
himself.
I bet Vance is pissed at me,
Justin said.
I think thats a given,
she said. It was a wonderful
likeness of him. Better than
he looks most days.
Justins brilliant at faces,
Brian said, getting control of himself.
Ill
say. I guess Ill get that
drink now, she said.
Thanks, Brian said, genuinely
grateful.
Any
time. She winked and walked
away.
As soon as she left, Justin was surrounded
by people congratulating him on his brilliant piece of
work. Brian moved over to the
bar and got another martini. He
talked to a few clients and some
co-workers. All congratulated
him on being partner, and on the gifts, the one he received and especially
the one he gave. He also heard
many compliments about having such a handsome and talented
partner.
After a few minutes Justin found
him.
Can we go now? Justin
asked.
Sure, said Brian, glad to be
getting out of there.
I want you so bad I dont think
I can wait till we get home, Justin whispered.
We dont have to
wait. This is a hotel, you
know, Brian said.
As quickly as they could, they made their
way out of the ballroom.
Thankfully they didnt run into Vance who must have been around
somewhere. They went to the
front desk and got a room. In
the elevator they couldnt keep their hands or their lips off each
other. They barely got the door
closed when Justin was down on his knees blowing
Brian. He had known how much
trouble Brian was in after the presentation, and he wanted to give him relief
as soon as possible.
They fucked and sucked for most of the
night.
Brians theory was that they might as
well get their moneys worth out of the room, so they used every piece
of furniture and all the fixtures in the bathroom to fuck on, or over, or
up against. It was a perfect
ending to a most successful evening.
How did I ever doubt that we belonged
together? Brian wondered.
Justin was truly his equal, if not his superior, in every
way. How did I get so
lucky to find you, My Only Sunshine? he whispered to Justin, after
one of their many fucks.
You never know what you might pick
up on Liberty Avenue, Justin said, kissing him.
I love you, Brian said, and kissed
him back. All doubts were pushed
aside, at least for now.