“We have company. Don’t look,” Evan whispered into Brian's ear.

After the disastrous dinner with Sports for Life, they had stopped at the first bar.

“What,” Brian demanded, glancing up to see the room in the mirror behind the counter. His eyes narrowed on a familiar face. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Following us?” Evan shrugged, downing his drink.

Brian kept his eyes on the city’s attorney, as he made his way toward the bar.

“Exactly what we needed,” Brian said, taking a pull from his beer.

“I know you had that account for years, but it’s okay to let go.”

“Did you hear him? I never gave two shits about what others thought of me, but calling me a cocksucker and ass-licker in that fancy restaurant, loud enough for half of the patrons to hear, then bad-mouthing Kinnetik…”

“This ad will save Kinnetik,” Evan said forcefully, rubbing Brian’s back.

“I’m starting to doubt anything can save my company.”

“Fancy seeing you here, guys!” McDonald called from behind them.

Brian pretended to be shocked by his sudden appearance. “Long time, no see.”

“What are you two boys doing here?”

“We’re celebrating a successful dinner meeting with a client,” Evan explained smoothly. His hand traveled down Brian's arm, linking their fingers together.

“I must admit, I had my doubts about you,” McDonald said, staring at them.

“I don’t know why. Open relationships are the best,” Brian told him. “Though, we hadn’t seen others that much since we got married.”

Evan grinned, kissing Brian, just to hear McDonald’s gasp. Brian kept his eyes open just to make sure if he had to deepen the kiss, but McDonald seemed repulsed enough.

Brian finished his drink, before standing. He wrapped an arm around Evan’s waist, nipping at his jaw.

“Let’s get home! I’m so horny.”

Evan smirked at McDonald, walking out the bar wrapped in Brian.

Afraid to be seen separating too soon, they stayed close until they reached Evan’s car. Evan even pressed Brian against the front door, kissing him passionately.

Inside the car, Brian bitched about dirtying his suit.

“I’ll send it to the dry cleaning first thing tomorrow,” Evan promised.

“Drop me off at work. I have to get my car.”

“We’ll carpool tomorrow morning.”

“Evan, do as I fucking say.”

“If you want to stop by Babylon, just tell me,” Evan muttered.

“You’re doing it again,” Brian pointed out.

“What?”

“Being a fucking nagging wife!”

“Did you see McDonald? I bet it’s not the first time he followed us. What if he sees you with your tricks?”

“He’s aware of our open marriage,” Brian snapped.

“You just told him that we haven’t tricked since we got married.”

“I changed my mind.”

“About?”

Brian rolled his eyes. “About our marriage. It’s fucking worse than prison.” His phone rang from his jacket, making him accepted the call without checking the screen. “What? I’m busy.”

Evan muttered nonsensically, annoyed. It made Brian want to slam his head against the steering wheel.

“It’s me. You forgot about your promise to be my designated driver,” Justin said, sounding upset.

“Shit! I had this meeting. Where are you?”

“Blake drove me home.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for not keeping my promise.”

“It’s cool. You had that meeting. How did it go?”

“Horribly wrong. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“I already made plans to meet with Michael for coffee before work. He’s picking me up.”

“If you’re trying to find my weak spots to revenge against me for the dick, don’t bother,” Brian threatened him lightly.

“Oh, I know all your weak spots, Kinney,” Justin chuckled. “I’m just catching up with Michael. Anyway, you must be busy…”

“Not particularly.” Brian noticed Evan had driven them home. “On second thought, I’m busy. See you!”

“So who was that?” Evan demanded.

“We need to have a long conversation about your jealous housewife attitude.”

#

The following morning, Brian was the first to wake up. It wasn’t like he had slept much or well.

He had planned to have a serious conversation with Evan about their tricking and how it would be a good idea to stop altogether any sexual adventures between the two of them. But when they had stepped into the loft the previous night, Evan had walked Brian backwards to the couch, apologizing for his behavior.

Brian had been too shocked by hearing Evan apologize to react. They had ended up fucking against the back of the couch.

As Brian made his way into the bathroom that morning, he tried making Evan the guilty one for what they had done, but it takes two to tango.

Brian stood under the hot steam of his shower, wondering what low he was going to hit next.

He had stepped all over his pride by accepting this deal to marry Evan Steele to avoid jail, then he went behind his back to fuck Justin, but he still allowed Evan to fuck him sometime. He had become the epitome of middle-age man with a mid-life crisis that was getting in over his head.

The shower stall door opened, causing a draft.

Evan smirked his way, invading his space.

Brian pushed his wet hair out of his eyes, side-stepping Evan and reaching for the shampoo.

“Are we okay?” Evan touched Brian's chest, running his hand down to his stomach.

Brian followed Evan's hand with his eyes, silently cursing his responsive dick. “I hate repeating myself, Evan. This is going to end sooner or later.”

“Might as well enjoy each other while we’re stuck together.” Evan pushed Brian against the tile wall, lowering to his knees.

“I think we should stop doing this. We can act married and in love in public, but we don’t have to act it behind closed doors.” Brian was losing his resolve when Evan took his erection in his mouth. “Besides, that asshole is aware we’re into an open relationship. He won’t be surprised to see us taking someone else to the backroom of Babylon.”

“Some part of you might not want this, but your dick surely wants my mouth around it,” Evan said, licking Brian's cock.

“Fuck! Do you ever listen?” Brian grabbed a fistful of Evan's hair.

“Since when do you talk so much during sex?”

“Since you fail to hear me out!”

“There’s a better way to tug at my hair – while you’re pounding my ass.”

Brian stared at him in wonder. He couldn’t believe what Evan, who was a declared top, was offering. Justin was right. Evan didn’t want them to trick anymore. He somehow thought they were exclusive in their fake marriage and they had a happily ever after.

Before Brian could shove Evan out of his way, Evan pulled him down. “I prepped,” he breathed out against Brian's lips. Then he rolled a condom on Brian's erection, sliding down onto it.

Brian gasped, overwhelmed with the emotions of finally being inside the ass he had coveted for years when he was in his early twenties. Though, he didn’t want Evan anymore. Sure, he was hot, even in his mid-fifties, he had a great body and a perfect dick, but Brian had stopped wanting him long ago. For him, it was just sex.

Brian pulled out, pushing Evan on his hands and knees, imagining himself at the Baths, fucking a faceless, nameless trick in a steam room. He fucked him roughly, digging his fingers into Evan's skin, reached out to clap a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, and yes, he pulled on his hair hard enough for Evan to cry out in pain.

After they came, Brian cleaned himself, stepping out of the shower. While he was toweling his body, Evan walked out of the stall gingerly.

A veil of concern hit Brian. “Was I too rough?”

“Just…perfect. I never imagined…”

“Did I turn you into a bottom?” Brian laughed, mirthlessly.

“No chance in hell. Especially not when I have this tight ass at my disposal.” Evan cupped Brian's ass, then slapped one of the cheeks.

“Watch out!”

“Or what?” Evan challenged.

Brian snatched his toothbrush from the cup. “This changes nothing. I’m still going to Babylon tonight.”

“Of course. And later tonight, we’re still sharing a bed,” Evan reminded him.

“Unless I send you to sleep on the couch!”

“Why do I get the couch?”

“Because this place is still mine. No one has my bed, besides ME!”

#

They arrived late at work.

Evan was still arguing about the injustice of being sent to the couch when they stepped into the office.

Justin was sitting in Brian's chair, his feet up on the corner of the desk, eating some sort of pastry that left a mess on his clothes and on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Brian exclaimed.

Justin finished his pastry, licking his fingers. “I thought you weren’t coming. It’s almost ten.”

Evan started saying something, but Brian shouted, “Shut up!” Then he turned to Justin. “Get your feet off my desk. And tell me what the fuck are you doing here.”

“Wow. Someone’s pissy,” Justin mumbled, getting up and dusting his shirt off crumbs. “Well, I have to run some ideas by you. I found a crew willing to film the clip, but you just have to see their work and sign if you like them.”

Brian knuckled his forehead. He spied a cup of coffee on his desk. “Yours?” He pointed to it.

“That’s for you. I drank mine while I had breakfast with Michael,” Justin said. “So? Want to hear my ideas?”

“Go into the meeting room. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Brian took his suit jacket off, picked up his laptop, then turned to Evan. He was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“Now what?” Brian groaned.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

Brian looked up from the paper where he was testing a pen.

“Don’t you even dare deny it.” Evan advanced to him, shoving a finger into Brian's chest. “That’s why you don’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“All my arguments are valid regarding our farce of marriage, Evan.”

“I can clearly remember you promising not to risk your freedom by going back to your ex-boyfriend.”

“Look, I’m not going to excuse and explain myself to you about what I’m doing. And you have no right to shove this into my face or threaten me, because even if you don’t see it like this, it’s the same as with you sleeping around.”

“But I haven’t tricked much lately.”

“I encourage you to pick up tricking, because you’re not getting anything else from me.”

Brian breezed into the meeting room.

Justin was chewing on his lip, a worried expression on his face.

Brian realized he hadn’t been exactly quiet. He sat next to Justin, opening the lid of his laptop.

Justin cleared his throat. “I guess the word you is kind of impersonal. I meant both of you, because—”

“You get only me.” Brian held his gaze for a long time.

“Do you think he might tell the city’s attorney?” Justin whispered.

“He’s not that cruel. Stop worrying. And stop talking about that asshole. We ran into him last night.”

“Ouch.” Justin touched Brian's elbow. “Okay, so here goes nothing.”

They spent four hours poring over which company to choose to film their clip, because the ones Justin had found bailed out when they heard the name Kinnetik. The pro-gay marriage ad haunted them to the end of the world. After many failed requests and offers, Brian said he would film it himself. As for the parts where he would be on the other side of the lens, Justin could do it, or someone else who knew how to handle a camera.

They also covered more in depth points regarding the new ad, tweaking with the original ideas.

When Justin's stomach made a horrid noise, they discovered it was about two-thirty o’clock in the afternoon.

Brian was surprised Evan hadn’t interrupted them.

“Lunch?” Brian offered.

“What about these? I have to talk to the team how to make these changes.”

“Okay, talk to them. Meet me back here in half an hour. We’re leaving for the day.”

“Brian…”

“Taylor?” Brian raised a brow.

“Of course, Mr. Kinney.” Justin grinned.