Powers of Persuasion

 

Justin Taylor strolled into Kinnetic a determined man. He definitely knew what he was about to do wasn't going to be easy, but he didn't have much choice. And even though he knew Brian wasn't going to take it well, he knew he had to go through with it.

Ready to fight the bull, Justin casually walked up to the front desk, where a busy Cynthia was on the phone, seemingly taking a message for her boss. She looked up and when she saw Justin she smiled, signaling with her hand that she'd be with him shortly.

Justin smiled back and nodded. He noticed the large bowl of assorted Halloween candy that sat upon the counter, and grabbed an individually wrapped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup to eat as he waited for Cynthia to get off the phone.

“Hey, Justin,” Cynthia said cheerfully, as she hung up the phone. “Is Brian expecting you?”

“Um, no. This is an impromptu visit.”

Cynthia gave him a knowing look and grinned. “Right.”

Justin slightly blushed then, knowing that on more than a few occasions Cynthia had known exactly what Brian and Justin were doing behind her boss's locked office door on his previous impromptu visits. It wasn't hard to figure out though, especially when a flushed and smiling Justin left the office, and Brian was in a good mood the rest of the day – which was much better than an irritated, moody boss, which was what Brian was most of the time.

Cynthia liked Justin's impromptu visits.

Justin leaned forward on the counter, and spoke in a low voice. “Um... how would you rate the Kinney mood scale at the moment?”

Cynthia looked at Justin with a confused, yet amused smile. “Excuse me?”

“You know -- like, fine, good, great, not so great, or ready-to-strangle-someone?” Justin asked.

Cynthia laughed. “When you ask for a heads up, it's serious. Just please tell me that whatever you're here to tell him won’t make him a raging asshole after you leave.”

Justin shrugged. “I really hope not. If so, I'm sorry in advance,” he said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “Hopefully he won't want to be strangling ME when he finds out what's going on,” Justin said with a nervous look.

Cynthia returned a sympathetic look. “Well, it may help that his mood has been pretty good most of the day. He's fairly pleased with his creative team's ideas for the new Brown Athletics ads,” she said.

Justin nodded. “He's not busy now, is he?” he asked.

“As a matter of fact, not at the moment, but you better hurry, because he's got a meeting in about 20 minutes,” Cynthia told him. “Hold on a sec, let me tell him you're here,” she said.

“Thanks.” Justin watched her as she picked up the receiver and pressed a button.

“Brian, Justin's here to see you... okay,” she said, and hung up the phone. “You can go on back there,” she told Justin.

Justin nodded and headed for Brian's office, his nerves still on edge, though he was determined not to show it. When he walked into Brian's office, he immediately put on his sexy irresistible smile, and then closed and locked the door behind him.

Brian saw the look on Justin's face and raised a brow. “Hey,” he greeted.

Justin walked around Brian's desk and sat in his lap. “Hello, Mr. Kinney,” he whispered, and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, then kissed him. The kiss was long and heated, their tongues moving together in perfect rhythm. When they broke apart they were both breathless.

“Mmm, somebody's been raiding the candy bowl out in the lounge,” Brian said, the taste of peanut butter apparent in his own mouth.

“When have I ever been known to pass up chocolate?” Justin smiled.

“Yeah, good point. Sometimes I actually wonder if you prefer it to fucking.”

“Never,” Justin chuckled, and pecked him on the lips.

“So what brings you to my neck of the woods in the middle of the afternoon?” Brian asked, running his fingers through Justin's soft locks.

“I thought it was obvious,” Justin said, with a smile.

Brian captured the younger man's lips once more, savoring his taste. He'd always loved the way Justin tasted. “It's a shame your timing for spontaneity isn't better. Unfortunately, an impromptu fuck won't fit in my schedule right now. I have a meeting in --” Brian looked at his watch. “...17 minutes,” he said.

Justin's hands were still hooked around Brian's neck. “Oh, well that's all right. I just needed to run something by you really quick.”

Warning bells started to go off in Brian's head now. Justin's visit in the middle of the day; the way he went right for the kill as soon as he entered Brian's office by flashing his irresistible smile and then sitting in his lap and attacking his lips. Last but not least, whenever Justin said he wanted to “run something by him”, it was usually something that he knew Brian wouldn't like, and had to try to talk him into. Brian had a strong feeling that whatever Justin's reason was for coming to his place of business, he would not like it.

“Really. Why didn't you just call?” he asked suspiciously.

“Well, I was coming this way anyway...”

Brian rolled his eyes. “All right, Taylor, out with it.”

Justin looked at his partner innocently. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cut the shit, and just tell me whatever it is you think I'm not going to like.”

Justin sighed in defeat. “Okay. You remember that really nasty cold that Mel caught last week?”

Brian frowned. “What the fuck does Melanie's cold have to do with anything?”

“Well, Lindsay called this morning and told me that now she's got it. She stayed home from work with a fever today. She sounded terrible on the phone.”

Brian smirked. “Well that's what she gets for doing the muncher mash with Smelly Melly and infecting herself with her germs instead of staying the fuck away,” he said, giving his best “duh” impersonation he had learned well from his younger companion.

Justin frowned. “Brian.”

“Just please tell me what this has to do with me? I already feel a migraine coming on,” Brian said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, fine. You know that Halloween carnival at Gus's school that I promised Lindsay I'd help to volunteer with tomorrow?”

Brian did not like where this was going. “Yeah, so?”

“Well, now they need someone to take her place to do the face painting, so we're short a person to help out with --”

“No.”

Justin frowned. “Bri--”

“I said no, Justin. No fucking way. I won't do it. Forget about it!” Brian said sternly.

“Just listen to me for a second. Gus really wanted his moms to be there tomorrow tonight, and now they're not going. It's bad enough they're not going to be able to take him trick-or-treating either. He's been crying at home ever since he found out they can't take him. You know he's been looking forward to this carnival for weeks!” Justin pointed out.

“Why does that mean that I have to go? Why not Mikey or the professor?” Brian asked.

“Michael is taking care of Jenny Rebecca while Mel and Linds are sick, and Ben has some classes to teach and then a teacher's conference until 6:30. The carnival starts at 2:00,” Justin explained.

“Well, you're going, so why do I need to be there?”

“Because we’re short a person to help out with the games. And Gus wants his daddy to take him around the carnival. Besides, I'm going to be face painting. I can't watch him while I'm doing that. It will only be for a couple of hours. You get there, help out, and then take Gus around the carnival. And I, uh, promised we’d take Gus trick-or-treating afterwards.”

“Of course you did,” Brian said dryly. “And what about Babylon? Who’s supposed to oversee the Spooktacular Masquerade Ball tonight?”

“Ted’s got it covered,” Justin assured him.

Brian rolled his eyes. “I bet he does.” Brian glared at the blond who was still seated in his lap looking at him with pleading eyes. “You've got this all figured out, don't you?”

“Come on, Brian. I think you'll have fun! You and Gus haven't really seen much of each other these last couple of months with how busy you've been with Kinnetic and Babylon,” Justin reminded him. “It will be good for you two to spend some time together.”

Brian sighed. He really didn't want to disappoint his son any more than he already was. “Okay, so suppose I went along with this. What would I have to do?”

Justin hesitated and then shrugged. “Nothing is set in stone. I'm sure it's no big deal though. You'll probably end up being in charge of the ring toss or the cake walk... or something,” Justin said, lightly scratching the back of his neck.

Brian immediately picked up on that little mannerism and knew Justin was keeping something from him, and looked at him with accusing eyes. “What did YOU volunteer to do, that now somebody else has to do?” Brian demanded.

“It’s not a big deal.” But Brian wasn't buying.

“Justin,” Brian said, in a warning tone. Justin hopped off of his lover's lap, knowing it probably wasn't going to do any good to stay there when Brian would likely just toss his ass off anyway once he told him what he wanted to know.

“Shit! Okay, fine! The dunk tank. All right?” Justin admitted in aggravation. “There’s mostly female volunteers, and they need a guy for the dunk tank. That’s what I was supposed to do.”

“What?! You want me to do the fucking dunk tank? You must be delirious, Sunshine, because there is no fucking way in Hell I'm doing that,” Brian said, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Brian, it won't be for very long. Michael said that he wouldn't mind doing it, but he's going to have Jenny Rebecca. So until Debbie gets off from the morning shift, Michael will have to stay with J.R., and there won't be anyone to do the dunk tank when the carnival starts,” Justin explained. “Once Michael gets there, you can let him take over, and then take Gus around the carnival.”

Brian was shaking his head in frustration. He wouldn't be surprised if Lindsay and Justin planned this whole thing. What the Hell was his life turning into? Volunteering at carnivals? Halloween? Trick-or-treating? This wasn't exactly the kind of tricks or treats he preferred.

Just then, Brian's intercom buzzed with Cynthia's voice on it. “Brian, Mr. Riley and Mr. Jenson are here for your 2 o'clock.” Brian pressed a button and then said, “Direct them to the board room. I'll be there shortly.”

Justin leaned in and kissed Brian softly on the lips. “Please just think about it, okay?” he asked with a small smile. Brian's only response was a sigh and a slight nod, which to Justin, meant that it wasn't a total loss. His smile got brighter, and then he said, “Later,” and left the office.
 

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A warmth spread throughout Brian's entire body as he felt his human alarm clock waking him the best way he knew how. He moaned, feeling Justin's wet, hot, mouth slowly sliding up and down his cock. He sleepily opened his eyes to see blue ones looking directly back at him. Justin's mouth left Brian's cock for a moment.

“Good morning,” he grinned, and then went back to his previous task.

“Yes, it is,” Brian said hoarsely, and wove his fingers through the blond silky mop of hair below him. A few minutes later, Brian came with a shudder, and then pulled up his lover to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss.

When they finally broke the kiss, Brian looked at Justin with a satisfied grin. “I love it when you wake me up that way,” Brian purred.

“I know,” Justin smiled.

Justin had been a wild and horny buck the previous night, giving Brian a run for his money where control and stamina were concerned. They had fucked and sucked and made love all night, and though Brian would never admit it, the younger man had really worn him out. He could feel the dull ache in the muscles in his shoulders and back – but in that good way; the kind of ache that you feel after a hard workout at the gym.

Justin hadn't brought up the carnival since they had last spoken about it in Brian's office the previous afternoon, which surprised the older man a bit. He'd expected to come home from work and have Justin lay into him on all the reasons why he should take part in this ridiculous carnival event. Instead, he'd come home to a delicious aroma filling the loft, and a cheerful blond who eagerly attacked Brian's lips before dropping to his knees, and as Brian had thrown his head back and moaned, he’d thought to himself that nothing said “Hello” better than an enthusiastic blow job.

After Justin had sucked his lover dry, he'd told Brian to go ahead and take a shower and that dinner would be ready by the time he got out. Brian gave Justin a suspicious look, still waiting, expecting, for some kind of drama princess blow-out to occur, but Justin had only smiled at him sweetly, making sure to add plenty of swing in his walk as he walked away to check on dinner. All Brian could do was groan and had begun to feel his dick get hard again as he watched Justin's perfect ass shake in all the right places as he walked into the kitchen. He growled and quickly made his way to the shower, a little pissed that as usual, Justin was playing him like a deck of cards, and knew just the right things to do to make him crazy with lust.

He'd emerged from the bedroom to find the dinner table set, with a bottle of red wine, two plates filled with Porterhouse steaks and steamed veggies, and a medium sized bowl of salad topped with Brian's favorite vinaigrette – which just so happened to be one of his favorite meals. He figured that Justin probably knew that arguing to get his way would be less effective than the persuasions of great food and sex, and really, who was he to keep Justin from putting forth all of this effort? He certainly wasn't about to complain. He'd decided to sit back and enjoy it while it lasted before it all was to inevitably blow up in his face, and his cock put on probation.

After they'd finished their meal, Brian smirked at the blond chef sitting across from him, and said, “What, no dessert? I think you're slipping, Sunshine. Your bribery and manipulation skills don't seem to be quite up to par.”

Justin covered his mouth with his napkin as if he were wiping his lips, but Brian could see he was using it as a source to hide his smile. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” he said, feigning innocence.

Brian laughed at his lover. “Not that I mind that you've been so... attentive lately, but surely you don't expect me to believe that all this extra attention has come about because you really wanted to do it from the goodness of your little lovesick heart.”

Justin got up from his chair and went to sit on Brian's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You really think my skills of persuasion are lacking? That's a bit disheartening. I'll have to work on that,” he said in a soft, seductive voice, and began to grind his ass into Brian's crotch, and kiss the sensitive piece of flesh under Brian's ear.

Brian moaned, and then moved his face towards Justin's and captured his delicious lips into a deep kiss, and became harder with each movement of his lover's ass as it rocked against his cock.

“By the way,” Justin whispered. “I didn't forget dessert. It's in the freezer. I thought you might be in the mood for a little frozen treat – vanilla flavored, just in case you're interested.” He was smiling at Brian in that innocent way again, which made the older man groan in frustration and lust. That tenacious little shit was really pulling out all the cards, tonight. Justin knew what he wanted, and he planned on getting it. Before Brian could call him on it though, Justin had pulled him by the hand over to the chaise lounge, discarded their clothes, and was straddling his naked hips, leering over him with a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in his hand. Justin then “accidentally” dripped some of the frozen treat onto Brian's nipple.

“Oops,” he said innocently, and immediately swooped down and licked the cream with a long stroke of his tongue, making sure to keep eye contact with hazel eyes.

What a night it had been! Brian had a feeling that this would be another battle lost.

Now, as he lay in bed after his post orgasmic bliss from that glorious morning blow job he'd just received, his mind's morning fog started to clear. He was about to tell Justin that he should say “no” to him more often if it would result in service such as this, when his younger lover rolled over onto all fours and stuck his ass out in the air seductively as he jerked himself off.

The only thing that registered in Brian's mind at that moment was that there was a tight hole winking at him, begging for his cock to fill it; and being the giving person that he was, Brian was more than happy to oblige. Justin begged him to ride him hard, moaning, groaning, and bucking back to meet each thrust, their bodies moving and sliding together in a synchronized rhythm until they reached release.

Breathlessly, Brian fell limp over Justin's back. “How...long...did you say... I would have... to be there?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

He heard Justin mumble into his pillow, what sounded like, “ducks fuck on flowers,” and Brian laughed, and then rolled off of him and onto his back.

“Just a couple of hours, huh?”

Justin immediately turned and rolled so he was on top of Brian, and smiled as he kissed him. “A couple of hours, tops,” he promised.

“All right. I'll do it. But I expect you to compensate me for my time and humiliation.”

“And what would be the toll?” Justin asked.

“I thought I'd take it out of your ass.”

Justin smiled and kissed him on the lips. “Promise?”

 

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Michael smiled as Justin joined him in the booth at the diner. “Sorry I'm a little late. I had to speak with my professor after class,” Justin explained, as he dumped his latest drawings for the Rage comic onto the table in front of Michael.

“It's all right. You're not that late,” Michael said dismissively, as he immediately started looking through the impressive sketches. “These are great,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” Justin said, with a modest smile.

The bell above the door chimed, and they saw Emmett and Ted walking towards their booth. They sat down.

“Ohhh, are these the new drawings for Rage?” Emmett asked with an enthusiastic smile.

“Yeah, I just finished them last night,” Justin said.

“Oh Goodie!” Emmett clapped. “You know I've been dying for the next issue to come out! Whoever thought I would become hooked on comics?”

“Well, when there’s hot, gay superheroes in tights, what’s not to like?” Ted smirked.

“So is everything set for tonight?” Michael asked Justin.

“Yeah. Brian agreed to be there at 1:00.”

“I still can’t believe you got him to agree to this!” Michael said, laughing. “It’s like you have your own superhuman power! You are the only one on this planet who could have made this happen. You know that, right?”

“What can I say? I can be very convincing,” Justin said with a mischievous smile.

 

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Brian arrived at 1:00. He'd made arrangements to have the afternoon off so that he could keep his word on his participation for what he referred to as “Gus's goddamn fucking Halloween carnival.”

“Brian, hey!” Justin waved him over to one of the game booths that they were setting up. Brian looked at the toys that were sprawled on a table. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, holding up a small, thin, rag doll.

“A doll,” Justin answered.

“Where did it come from, the city dump?” Brian asked in disgust.

Justin rolled his eyes. “I know these toys aren’t from FAO Schwarz, but this is all we could afford with the budget we had.”

“Why didn’t anyone say anything? I would have made a donation,” Brian frowned.

“Brian, the last time I asked if you would attend a P.T.A. meeting with me, you said, and I quote, ‘I don’t do ‘hetero’,’ and walked out of the room,” Justin pointed out.

“I don’t need to go to a fucking P.T.A. meeting to find out stuff like this. Next time just tell me to write a check.”

“I’ll take you up on that. But if I do, that means you can’t bitch about it later,” Justin said, pointing his finger.

“Whatever.”

“Justin leaned in and kissed his tall lover. “You ol’ softy.”

“Old? I resent that. And for the record, I’m no softy. You can check for yourself if you’d like,” Brian told Justin, slightly grinding up against the younger man.

Justin laughed. “Later.”

“Are you sure? I think I saw a bathroom near the ring toss booth,” Brian said, his tongue in his cheek.

Justin laughed knowingly at Brian, and shook his head. “I need to help finish setting up some of the booths. And you, Mr. Kinney, should go find Sandra and help her set up the dunk tank.”

Brian sighed. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Justin winked. Brian shrugged, then went to find Sandra, the parent volunteer who would be helping him set up for what would probably be the most humiliating experience of his life.

 

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The carnival had started promptly at 2:00. Kids in costume could be seen running around the blacktop every which way you looked. Brian sat in his swim trunks and watched as children and parents were eagerly going from booth to booth to play games, some of them happily holding toys, prizes, or candy. Some of the older kids were going into the “haunted house” which was really the auditorium stage. Justin had helped create it. Brian noticed that Justin seemed to be pretty busy with face painting. The line of kids waiting to get their faces painted was constant, each kid thrilled with the design they got.

So far, Brian had been pretty lucky. He’d been there nearly two hours, and only some of the younger kids had gone over to the tank to attempt to dunk him, and they had all missed the target. He knew it was only a matter of time, though, before some cocky father came over to give it the old college try. He hoped that he would be off “dunk duty” before then. He just had to wait a little bit longer, and Michael would be there to take over and he could get the hell out of there.

“Daddy!” An excited Gus dressed as Superman, came running over, with Debbie in tow.

“Hey, sonny boy. Are you having fun?”

“Yeah! And look what Justin did! A cool spider web!” Gus exclaimed, pointing to the face drawing that Justin had done for him.

“I can see that. Very cool, Gus.”

“Damn right! Sunshine did an amazing job!” Debbie beamed.

“Are YOU having fun, dad?”

Brian managed to put on his best fake smile. “I’m having a ball.”

“I knew it! I told Justin you’d like it!”

“Yeah. So, um, where’s your Uncle Mikey?”

“He’s in line with Jenny Rebecca over at the fishing booth,” Debbie said.

“Well, maybe you could go over there for daddy and tell him to hurry the hell up and get over here so I can get out of this fucking cage.”

“Ohhhh, you said a bad word, daddy! You owe me a quarter!”

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked at his son. “Yep, you’re right, sonny boy. You think you could put it on my tab?”

Debbie gave Brian a look. “If we all kept a tab for every time you cursed, we’d be millionaires!” Debbie cackled.

“Look who’s talking,” Brian shot back.

“What’s a tab?” Gus asked.

“Never mind, Gus. Don’t worry, I’ll give you your quarter as soon as I’m able to get dressed. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gus smiled. “Let’s go play some games, Grandma Debbie!”

“Right behind you, kiddo,” Debbie said, taking him by the hand and leading him to a nearby game booth.

“Don’t forget to tell Michael to get his ass over here,” Brian called after them.

“Well, if it isn’t the King of Liberty Avenue.” Brian turned to see Ted and Emmett walking toward him.

“Just fucking great!” Brian thought. The last thing he wanted was for his friends to see him like this. “What the fuck are you two doing here?”

“Well, I never miss a good carnival,” Emmett said. He had a big pink cotton candy in his hand and was twirling some of it around his finger. He had a freshly painted glittery pink butterfly on his right cheek.

“Aren’t you a little old for face painting?” Brian asked.

“You’re never too old for glitter. Isn’t it fabulous? Justin is one very talented young man. But it’s not like we didn’t already know,” he said, taking a bite of his cotton candy.

“Theodore, aren’t you supposed to be at Babylon?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be there. I just had to come see this for myself,” Ted said, with a gleam in his eye. He reached around to retrieve his wallet, and pulled out a few dollar bills. “You know, Brian. I don’t think you know this about me, but I was all star little league.”

Brian stared at Ted, wondering if his friend had the balls to do what he thought he might do. “That’s a fascinating story,” Brian said, trying to look nonchalant when what he was really feeling was worried.

“Yeah, I thought you’d think so.” Ted placed the dollar bills in the canister on the table next to the tank and retrieved one of the balls that was sitting there. “I thought I’d relive those good old days of yesteryear.”

Brian looked down nervously but still tried to hide the fact that he was nervous. “You know, it’s been a long, long, LONG time since then, Theodore. But if it will make you feel better, knock yourself out.”

Ted smiled at him. “Don’t mind if I do!” Before Brian had a chance to say anything else, Ted pitched the ball directly at the target, and Brian dropped into the water of the tank. When he came up to the surface, he glared at his employee.

“Nice shot!” Michael laughed, walking over with Jenny Rebecca in his arms.

Brian looked at his friends and scowled, wiping his soaked hair that was dripping water down his face.

“Say cheese!” Emmett said, snapping a picture with his phone. Brian looked like he was going to strangle him. “This will make a fabulous Christmas card! Don’t you agree, Ted?”

“Absolutely,” Ted said, seemingly proud of himself.

“Honeycutt, you delete that picture or you’ll be sorry,” Brian growled.

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so. Never know when I’ll need collateral. Toodaloo!” And with that, Ted and Emmett scurried away before Brian could do or say anything else.

“Daddy, that was sooo funny!” Gus laughed, walking over with Justin, who was trying to cover his laugh with his hand.

“Well, I’m glad I can entertain you all,” Brian huffed, his body starting to shiver from the cold water.

“Can you do that again?” Gus asked.

Justin had to keep himself from laughing. “Um, Gus, it’s time for Michael to take over so daddy can take you around the carnival. Would you like that?” Justin asked.

“Yeah!” Gus said, jumping up and down. “Come on, Dad! Let’s go! Justin, can you give Dad a matching spider web?”

Brian climbed out of the tank and started toweling off.

“Maybe another time, Gus,” Justin told him, glancing over at his lover and trying to read the look on his face. He knew Brian didn’t like to be embarrassed in public and that it was possible he could be a little upset. Brian looked at him. “Are you okay?” Justin mouthed. Brian gave Justin a small nod, and cracked a small smile.

Brian finished getting dressed and ran a finger through his wet hair. “Well, where to first, sonny boy?”

“Let’s go to the haunted house!” Gus said excitedly.

“All right. Let’s go.”

 

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Brian and Justin had just crawled into bed, both of them feeling exhausted from the long day.

“I can’t believe how much candy Gus got,” Justin said, yawning.

“Yeah, no shit. I don’t think I ever got that much when I --”

Justin sat up in bed and grinned at him. “Whoa, wait a second. Are you saying that you, Brian Kinney, used to go trick-or-treating?” he teased.

Brian rolled his eyes. “I used to take my sister,” he admitted. “My parents refused to take us, and I wasn’t going to let her go alone.”

Justin nodded, and laid his head on Brian’s chest. “You know, you made Gus so happy today. He had a great time.”

“Well then I guess it was all worth it.”

“It wasn’t all that bad, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t.” Brian thought of himself being dunked in the tank, and snorted. “I have to give Ted credit, though. He does have some fucking balls.”

Justin laughed. “Who knew he was that good at pitching a ball?”

“Obviously, I didn’t.”

Justin leaned up and gave Brian a soft lingering kiss. “You really came through for us today. Thank you.”

Brian kissed him back, and felt himself harden as he ran his fingers through Justin’s silky blond locks. “Well, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but you happen to be very persuasive.”


The End.

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