Brian and Justin were walking up to Justin's apartment when Justin apologetically said, "We're almost there."

"Oh, that's okay," Brian replied. "I live on the fourth floor of my building back at home. Although I have an elevator, I usually take the stairs for exercise, anyway."

Justin scoffed and said, "Hell, if I lived in a building with an elevator, I'd never walk up the stairs! Alright, we made it."

As Justin worked on unlocking the door, the two men could hear the sound of female laughter coming from the apartment. "My roommate must have some friends over. I forgot that she's off tonight," Justin said.

After Justin got the door unlocked, he and Brian walked in. Justin saw Daphne and her two friends, Janice and Michelle, sitting on the couch, Chinese take-out containers scattered on the coffee table. A repeat of Friends was playing on the TV.

All three girls had turned to the sound of someone coming into the apartment and immediately began to stare at Justin's guest. Simultaneously, three jaws dropped at the sight of the hunky brunette, as if none of them had ever seen a man before.

"Hi, ladies," Justin said to the group.

"Hi," all three said together, never taking their eyes off of Brian.

"Uh, Brian, this is Michelle, my roommate Daphne, and Janice," Justin stated, naming each girl in the order of where she sat on the couch. "Girls, this is Brian."

A moment later, Daphne cleared her throat and said, "It's nice to meet you, Brian."

Brian proceeded to step forward, holding his right hand out to a smiling Daphne across the coffee table. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Daphne." Brian turned her hand over and kissed it, causing Daphne to shiver slightly.

Janice and Michelle both held their hands out to Brian. To be fair, he kissed their hands, too, much to their giggling delight.

"Daph, could we talk in your room for a minute?" Justin asked. He turned to Brian and said, "I'll be right back."

"Sure," Brian answered as he sat down on a wooden rocking chair adjacent to the couch.

Michelle and Janice had somehow managed to tear their eyes away from Brian to continue eating and watching TV. Brian looked around at the small, yet colorfully decorated living room. The black microfiber couch was accented with large leopard-spotted throw pillows, and a fuzzy red area rug was placed under the glass coffee table. There were three paintings hanging on the walls, along with pictures of Justin and Daphne with various friends and family members. Brian safely guessed that Justin had created the paintings. A few of the pictures showed Daphne wearing various dance costumes.

Daphne got up and followed Justin into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Ho...ly... shit! Who is that hunk of burning love?" Daphne asked in a hushed voice.

Justin giggled and replied, "Well, you remember how I told you earlier about the guy I saw in the restaurant before I quit? That's him!"

"No fucking way!" Daphne said, in shock. "How the hell did you manage to find him again?"

"I didn't; he found me. I was sketching an old couple in the park, and I turned around and there he was. It was like, fate or something."

"Wow... you weren't lying when you said he was ‘piss your panties' hot! Woo..." Daphne fanned herself.

"Yeah, well, he's not only hot, but he's rich, too. He owns his own advertising agency in Pittsburgh, and he offered me a thousand dollars to draw his portrait."

Daphne gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, and he offered to take me out to dinner afterwards."

"Shit, you know you're gonna have to put out after that!" Daphne said. "And if you don't, I will..."

"Oh, shut up, you slut," Justin said, laughing. "I totally forgot that you didn't perform tonight. Hmm..." Justin turned and opened Daphne's bedroom door. He walked out into the living room and said, "Brian, I thought that I'd do the portrait out here, but since the girls are here..."

"Oh, that's cool. We can go back to my hotel room and do it there," Brian replied.

All three girls giggled at Brian's comment.

Daphne replied, "Oh, you'll ‘do it,' alright!"

Justin swatted Daphne on her ass and told a smiling Brian, "I'll just grab some supplies, and then we can go."

A few minutes later, Justin and Brian left the apartment, leaving the three girls to talk about how heart-stopping gorgeous Brian was and how likely it was that Justin was going to get laid that night.

Justin followed Brian into the lobby of the hotel, looking around in awe. He bumped into a man who was waiting in line to check in at the front desk, because he was gazing up at the large chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

As Justin was profusely apologizing to the man, Brian turned around and asked, "Something wrong?"

Justin laughed nervously and shook his head. "Uh... no. I've just never been inside a fancy hotel like this!"

Brian laughed. "Well, they have really nice lotion in the bathrooms, so..."

The guys passed Chris, the bellman, on the way to the elevators. Chris gave Justin a dirty look, much to Justin's confusion.

Justin and Brian stepped onto the elevator and rode up to the 42nd floor, listening to "Hot Stuff," by Donna Summer. Justin couldn't help but bop his head from side to side along with the beat. Brian looked over at Justin and smiled.

The elevator attendant wished the men a good evening when they reached their floor, and Brian led Justin down the hallway to his suite.

Brian unlocked the door with his key card, flipped on the lights, and held the door open for Justin to go in first. After walking into the living room and sitting his messenger bag and easel on the large coffee table, Justin looked around the spacious, luxuriously decorated suite. There was a small kitchen off to one side, as well as a dining area with a large table and several chairs. The living room had a desk, couch, and two arm chairs, and Justin could see the entrance to the bedroom on the other side of the suite. The large window over the couch offered a view of St. Patrick's Cathedral across the street.

Brian walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Would you like something to drink?" he yelled out. "There's bottled water, Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite..."

"Water's fine, thank you," Justin replied.

Brian walked out and handed him the bottle, and Justin drank half of it in one go. Brian watched Justin's throat move as he swallowed, unable to take his eyes off of the mesmerizing blonde.

"So, I guess we should get started..." Justin said.

"Uh... I was thinking maybe we could order some room service first, if you'd like," Brian replied. "I'm getting a little hungry, myself."

"Really? That's usually pretty expensive, isn't it?" Justin asked, immediately regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

I think we've already established that the guy is loaded, you moron, he thought to himself.

Brian snorted and said, "Don't worry about the price. I said it's on me." He smiled at the blonde, signaling to him that it was okay.

Just then, the phone began to ring. "Go ahead and look at the menu while I get that; it's on the coffee table," Brian told Justin. He sat down at the desk and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mr. Kinney?" the woman on the phone asked.

"Yes."

"Good evening, sir. This is Andrea from the front desk. There is a Mr. Novotny on hold, and he insists on speaking with you."

Brian sighed and said, "Okay, put him through." He glanced over to look at Justin, who was now sitting on the couch and flipping through the guest service book.

"One moment, sir," Andrea said.

Brian heard a couple of clicks, followed by the sound of background noise. "Hello?" he asked.

"Brian? Why the fuck haven't you been answering your cell phone? I've tried to call you three times in the last two hours, but it just rings then goes to voice mail!" Michael wailed on the other end.

"Probably because I turned the ringer off." Brian reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone and saw that he had five missed calls. Three were from Michael, and the other two were from Debbie.

"Well, what if there had been some kind of emergency? What if Gus was rushed to the hospital, or someone had been in a car accident, or..."

Brian loudly cleared his throat to stop Michael's ranting. "Why? Is there something wrong?" he asked in an irritated tone, knowing that there most likely was not. He sat his cell on the desk, and then glanced back over at Justin, who looked as if he was trying not to listen to Brian's call.

"Yes, there's something wrong! This morning you said that you would call me back, but you haven't! What the hell have you been doing all day?" Michael insisted.

"I'm working, remember?" Brian tensely reminded him.

"Yeah, but you haven't been working today!" Michael shouted. "I called Ted when I couldn't reach you on your cell, and he said that you went for a walk in the park."

Fucking Schmidt... Brian thought, shaking his head.

Michael continued, "Don't fucking lie to me and say that you were working when you weren't! You said you had to go to New York this week because it was sooooo fucking important, but instead, you're walking around town like you're on a fucking vacation! You-"

Brian hung up the phone, unable to take one more second of Michael's ranting. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. He then picked up the phone again and hit the extension for the front desk.

"Palace Hotel front desk, Diane speaking," the woman on the other end said.

"Yes, this is Mr. Kinney in room 4208. Will you please put a ‘Do Not Disturb' on my line, and take any messages?"

Diane answered, "Certainly, sir."

"Thank you," Brian said, hanging up the phone again. He stood up from the desk and took his jacket off, throwing it onto one of the arm chairs. He looked at Justin and asked, "Now, do you know what you'd like to order?"

"Is everything okay?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," Brian said, waving his hand. "Just stupid shit, don't worry about it."

Justin took the last bite of his prime beef burger, licking a few drops of steak sauce off of his fingers. Brian was watching him out of the corner of his eye as he finished his glazed salmon.

Damn, I wonder what else he can do with that tongue... he thought to himself as he felt his cock getting hard.

Brian swallowed and asked, "Did you enjoy your burger?"

Justin took a sip of his wine and answered, "Mm-hmm. That was probably one of the best I've ever had."

"Good," Brian said. You haven't tasted anything yet, Sunshine...

Justin wiped his mouth and placed his napkin on top of his empty plate. He stood up from the table and said, "Well, I'm going to use the restroom, and then I guess we can get started on the portrait?"

"Yeah, sure. There's a bathroom next to the kitchen, or you can use the one in the bedroom..." Brian answered, the pitch of his voice dropping slightly during the last half of his sentence.

Justin smiled nervously, noticing the change in Brian's voice. "Okay..." He thought about it for a second and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Ooh... you're mine, you sexy boy, Brian thought to himself, licking his lips.

He stood and gathered up their dishes and silverware. After putting everything on the room service cart, Brian wheeled it out into the hall, placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and locked the door behind him. He walked barefoot into the bedroom just as Justin was coming out of the bathroom.

Brian took his checkbook out of the closet safe. "I'll go ahead and write you a check for the thousand, so you won't fear that I'll refuse to pay after the drawing is finished, like I was just blowing smoke up your ass earlier." He picked up a pen from the nightstand, which was sitting on top of a small notepad with the hotel's logo on it, and began to write the check out.

Justin laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't have worried. I usually wait for payment until after the piece is complete, in case the customer isn't happy with the finished product."

"Have you had people refuse to pay you before, because they weren't happy with it?"

"No, but when I sketch people out in public, they might fear that I'll grab the money and run, so I normally don't ask for it up front," Justin replied.

Brian tore the check off of the book, handing it to Justin. Justin was putting the check in his wallet when Brian said, "Well, nobody has ever given you a thousand dollars for a sketch before, have they?"

"No... good point."

"So, where were you wanting to do this?" Brian asked as he put the checkbook back into the safe.

Justin shrugged and said, "Well, it's up to you. We can do it in the living room, or..."

"How about right here?" Brian asked, indicating the bed, which had been turned down by the maid service at some point of the day, with his right hand.

Justin took a deep breath and held it for a second. Oh, shit... he thought to himself. "Sure, we can... do it here. I'll get my stuff and set it up."

"Okay, I'll be right back," Brian said, as he began to walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.

Justin went out into the living room where he left his bag and easel and carried them into the bedroom. He set up the easel at the bottom left side of the bed and pulled a padded chair that was sitting against the wall closer. He took out his sketch pad and pencils just as Brian walked back into the bedroom, stopping a few feet in front of Justin.

"So uh, how were you wanting this?" Justin asked.

"Well, you know how you said earlier that your mom found out that you were gay when she found sketches of naked men in your room? Were those of actual naked men, or...?"

Justin chuckled and said, "One of them was an assignment for a class; they brought in a male model that we had to sketch on the very first day. But the rest were figments of my imagination, I guess. It was still a year before I ever had sex with a guy."

"Hmm... well, I was wondering if you would do a nude drawing of me," Brian asked, his hazel eyes burning into Justin's blue ones.

Justin stared at Brian for several moments, speechless. This is going to get interesting... "Uh... yeah, if that's what you want."

"Great," Brian said as he began to pull hit t-shirt over his head, revealing a toned, lightly tanned chest and stomach.

Justin swallowed hard, backed up, and sat down in the chair while Brian unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them off and laying them on the bench in front of the bed, where he had dropped his shirt. He slowly pulled off his black boxer briefs and stood there for a few seconds in all his glory, his very impressive dick standing at full mast.

Justin stared at the beautiful man in front of him, his mouth slightly open and heart pounding so hard he was sure that Brian could hear it. The smell of Brian's deodorant, combined with the smell of cigarettes and his natural scent, wafted over to Justin's nose as the air settled around them.

Brian then climbed onto the bed, laying on his back with his head on the pillow.

Suddenly, Justin began to laugh. "I'm sorry, I feel like we're in Titanic. You know, when Jack sketched Rose..."

Brian nodded and laughed. "How should I pose?"

"However you would be most comfortable. This will probably take about an hour, and you'd have to stay mostly still."

Brian rested his left hand over his upper abdomen while keeping his right arm at his side. He had his head turned slightly to the right, looking at Justin with intense eyes.

Justin looked at Brian's engorged member again and could see a bead of pre-cum glistening on the slit. Resisting the urge to lick it off, Justin got up and smoothed a few stray strands of Brian's slightly-shaggy brown hair away from his forehead, taking a moment to look at the golden flecks in his eyes.

"Hmm... maybe you should close your eyes; it would look more natural that way," Justin suggested. And I'll be able to focus better without you staring at me...

"Okay," Brian said, closing his eyes.

Justin sat back down and said, "Alright, here we go... try not to fall asleep." He picked up his black charcoal pencil and began to sketch.