Brian woke up feeling more exhausted than when he went to bed last night. He checked his phone and was shocked to see he’d slept for a solid twelve hours. That would explain the intense headache that was beginning to form at the base of his skull. He reached out for the bottle of water he kept on his bedside table and downed the lot.

He stretched out his shoulder before sitting himself up and deciding what he’d be doing for the rest of the day. It was Saturday, which meant he had no hospital appointments or meetings scheduled in at work. He wasn't used to having nothing to do.

Before the accident he’d been non-stop at work finalising the contract for a huge new account that he’d been working on for the past couple of months - and then when he wasn't at work, he was with Adam. He could go to the diner for lunch, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with the possibility of running into his former other half – not yet anyway. Maybe he could hang out with Mikey? Eh, he wasn't feeling up to that either.

Ever since Deb had told him about Adam a couple of nights ago he’d not been able to get himself out of this weird funk – it wasn’t that he was depressed, he just felt – sad. The doctors had warned him that this might happen; that it was perfectly normal and even expected after an accident and surgery but he’d shrugged it off, not thinking it would happen to him.

He eventually decided that he’d pop into work for a couple of hours to get ahead with some of the paperwork he’d left on his desk last night. He gave his armpits a quick sniff, confirming his suspicions that yes; he needed a shower – desperately.

Turning on the water, Brian took a seat in the shower, his leg making it impossible to shower properly standing up. He leaned his head back against the cool tiles and let the warm water wash over him. Reaching down, he casually toyed with his lazy morning wood, biting back a groan as he gave a few leisurely strokes, not really doing much more than gently massaging himself. It didn’t take him long as his mind drifted to Justin and his hand moved faster. Within moments his toes curled and he was arching his back, cumming all over his hand.

Fuck, he needed that.

The office was practically deserted, except for the few unfortunate members of the art department that had last minute corrections they needed to have completed and on his desk first thing Monday morning. He thought about stopping by to see how they were doing, but he didn't feel quite as menacing while on crutches, and really, if he couldn't put the fear of God in anyone, what was the point?

He settled himself at his desk and got to work, making his way through the abundance of documents he needed to sign. Cynthia won’t know what’s hit her. It’s been awhile since he came into the office on the weekend.

After signing what felt like a hundred forms he rummaged around his desk looking for his stapler, which he found buried beneath the papers he’d just authorised. He gathered everything together, bringing his hand down onto the stapler harder than was necessary and sighed deeply when he realised the stapler was empty.

“For fuck sake,” he groaned; yanking open the desk drawer beside him, only to find Adam’s face smiling up at him. He pulled out the framed photo of the two of them taken just a few months ago at a work function. The happiness evident on his face – Adam’s too. Or at least he thought so. Oh well, he shoved the photo to the back of the drawer and slammed it closed.

He’d gone through a vast array of emotions over the last couple of days, hurt, confusion, embarrassment, anger – but now he was just disappointed, disappointed that he had allowed himself to fall for someone like Adam. Brian had always prided himself about being a good judge of character, yet somehow he’d fallen for Adam and his bullshit.

Looking up from what he was doing, Brian noticed it was starting to get dark outside. Had he really been there that long? His body ached from sitting in the same position for so long. Deciding that he’d had enough for the day, he packed up his things and headed for his car – slowly. His leg was cramping up and his shoulder wasn't playing nice and if he was being honest, he couldn’t wait to get home and take a nice long hot shower and pop another one of his pain pills. He’d have headed straight home if his stomach hadn't started rumbling, but as usual, he had nothing decent to eat in the loft, so he’d have to stop off somewhere on the way home. Starting the car he thought about what he wanted – he still wasn't in the mood for visiting the diner, and he definitely didn't want anything too heavy, so Italian and Chinese were out of the question. Finally he decided what he wanted.

***

“Baby, will you just decide what you want so we can order and go home. I have a show tomorrow and I have so much I need to do to get ready.”

Justin ignored him as he continued perusing the menu in his hand. “There’s so much to choose from.”

“Seriously? We come here all the time, how can you not know what you want?” Ethan asked, clearly irritated by how long things were taking.

“I just don’t know what I'm in the mood for.”

“Shall I just order for you?”

“I'm going to order mine while you decide. I’ll have a tuna melt, please.”

The lady wrote down his order and looked at Justin – “And for you?”

“I'm still deciding… sorry.”

“Take your time,” she smiled warmly. “I'm going to serve the customer that just walked in, but I’ll be back with you in a moment,” she said, as she walked around the corner to the sandwich bar.

Ethan sighed loudly.

“I think I'm going to go for the cheeseburger sub… and a portion of the Fettuccine Alfredo.”

“Both?”

“Yes, you know how hungry I get when I've been painting all day,” he replied defensively.

Ethan put his arm around Justin’s shoulder. “Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was just teasing you. At least we know you’re not a starving artist.”

Justin smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re just tired. Hey, I'm just going to run to the bathroom, here’s my wallet. Pay for us if I'm not back out in time, okay?”

Justin took Ethan’s wallet and put it in his pocket. “Yeah, yeah.”

Ethan bounced a little on his heels. They always had this argument. “I mean it, you bought last time.”

“Okay – I promise…now go, before you pee your pants,” Justin laughed as his boyfriend made a hasty escape for the bathroom.

“If you’d like to take a seat, we’ll have your sandwich and salad ready for you in a moment, sir,”

“Thank you.”

Justin recognised that voice, but before he had a chance to look round, the lady behind the counter asked to take his order.

“That’s not all for you, is it?” The voice behind him asked teasingly.

Justin turned around and smiled at the man sitting at the table behind him. “Hey, Brian.”

“Having yourself a little feast?”

“You could say that,” he blushed. “I'm really hungry.”

Brian laughed, “I can tell. Do you – do you want to sit down?” He offered, pointing to the chair across from him.

Justin grinned and took a seat. “How you feeling?”

“Pretty sore today, actually. I lost track of time at the office and didn't get off my ass for a few hours.”

“Your leg?”

Brian nodded. “Yes.”

Justin pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his calendar. “I'm not meant to see you until Tuesday this week, but I can fit you in on Monday to take a look?”

“Hey babe, have they finished our order yet? Oh, hi…” Ethan said, as he walked over to Justin and saw him talking to Brian.

“No, not yet.”

“Okay…”

“So, what do you say? You want me to pencil you in for Monday?”

“I don’t know… it might feel better by then.”

“One tuna melt,” the lady called out. Justin remained seated, still waiting for an answer from Brian.

“I'm going to need my wallet.”

Justin reached in and handed his wallet over to Ethan without looking. “Here you go.”

Ethan took it from him and paid for his food. “I’ll be in the car,” he said, already making his way outside.

“Okay,” Justin responded flippantly. “So, what do you say? I can fit you in first thing Monday morning?”

“Is your boyfriend pissed that you’re talking to me?”

“What? No. He has a show tomorrow, so he’s a little… uptight. That’s all.”

“Okay.”

“Take this,” Justin said, as he handed Brian a business card. “It’s got my work cell on there, and if you wake up Monday morning and you feel like you can manage until Tuesday – just let me know.”

Brian immediately put the card in his wallet. “Thanks.”

“And if you ever…”

They were interrupted by their order being called out.

“One cheeseburger sub, one Fettuccine Alfredo and one turkey lettuce sandwich on whole wheat, no mayo.”

Justin automatically helped Brian stand. “No mayo?” He asked, wrinkling his nose. “Doesn't that make your sandwich kinda… dry?”

Brian faux gasped, “I’ll have you know it’s delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he laughed, as they both paid for their food.

“Justin? Are you coming?” Ethan asked as he popped his head around the door. “I really have to get home.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

And with that, Ethan disappeared back outside.

“Come on, give me your dryer than dry sandwich and I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Don’t you have to get back to your boyfriend?”

Justin simply smiled. “He can wait another minute. Now, come on.” As Justin helped Brian stand, he felt his gaze wander down the length of Brian’s back before finally settling on his ass. Damn, that man was born to wear jeans.

Brian hobbled slowly to the car, Justin followed closely behind, trying his best to keep his eyes up top, knowing that Ethan was probably watching.

“This is me,” Brian said, as he leaned heavily against the Jeep.

Justin waited until Brian got in the car before handing him his food. “Let me know about Monday, okay?” Justin reminded him. “And ice your knee when you get home.”

“Will do – and thanks.”

Justin watched Brian drive away before making his way back to his own car and joining Ethan.

“Sorry about that,” apologised Justin as he placed his food on the back seat and started the car. “I just wanted to make sure he got back to his car safely.”

“That’s fine,” mumbled Ethan.

Justin could tell Ethan was pissed off about something, but he wasn't in the mood to have an argument, so he let it go.

“You seemed awfully friendly with that guy in there.”

Ah, so this is what it was about.

“Ethan, he’s a patient. I saw he was in pain. What was I supposed to do?”

Ethan shrugged.

“So, what is it?”

“I don’t know - I saw you talking to him and I didn't like it.”

“Why would you have a problem with me talking to a patient?”

“I don’t know – it’s just…”

“What? I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“He was attractive, like really attractive. And you seemed to – enjoy talking to him.”

Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was so unlike Ethan – at least it used to be. The guy he fell in love with seemed to be changing right in front of him and when he thought about it, had been for the past couple of months, but he’d been oblivious to it, until now. Maybe that was the problem.

He pulled the car into their driveway, stopping the car.

“Are you serious?”

“I know, it’s stupid. Forget I even said anything.” Ethan said as he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he rushed inside the house.

Groaning, Justin rested his head against the steering wheel before following Ethan inside.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” Justin asked as he sat himself behind Ethan pulling him down so that he could feel Ethan’s head resting against his chest. Ethan reached for Justin’s hand, massaging it gently.

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologising. I know you’re sorry.”

“So, come on. What’s going on?”

Ethan let out a sigh and played with Justin’s hand, “I don’t know. Maybe...Maybe I'm jealous. Or I feel guilty. I guess I'm taking it out on you. Sorry.”

Justin paused, “What do you mean, ‘guilty?’”

“There’s this guy…at work. And we…”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“What? Fuck no. I wouldn't… I wouldn't do that to you.”

“You kissed him?” He asked nervously.

“No.”

“Then what, Ethan? We’re going round in fucking circles here.”

“We flirted a little – that’s all. I promise”

Justin sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. “That’s what you were worried about telling me?”

“Yeah.”

“Do – do you like him?” Justin asked.

Ethan hesitated before answering. “No…”

Justin nudged Ethan’s head to the side and began to trail kisses down his neck. “Then you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

“I know, but.”

Rising from the couch, Justin reached for Ethan, pulling him into his arms. “Stop talking.”

“Okay,” sighed Ethan, as Justin slipped a finger through his belt loop and tugged him roughly towards him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as both men silently fought to dominate the situation.

Ethan pulled away first and ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of Justin’s neck. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“I have a better idea,” he smirked, as he pushed Ethan back down onto the sofa and rolled him onto his stomach. He reached for his wallet, taking out the condom and packet of lube he kept hidden away.

“Baby… bed.” Ethan grunted as Justin made quick work of his jeans and boxers.

“Get on your knees.”

Ethan did as he was told. Justin was never usually this demanding and if he wasn't so focused on sticking his dick up Ethan’s ass, he would have questioned what was happening.

Justin reached for the lube, coating his thumb and three fingers of his right hand generously before he dropped to his knees.

He reached around Ethan and pumped his dick a couple of times teasingly, relishing the feeling of it twitching in his hand.

“Whaa?” mumbled Ethan after Justin removed his hand, leaving him hard and wanting more.

When Justin topped, he liked to take his time, foreplay for him was the key to a mind-blowing orgasm. Tonight however, was different, he didn't know why, but it was. He didn't want to feather his partner’s back in kisses or play with his balls – tonight, he wanted to fuck.

He nudged Ethan’s legs apart and spread his cheeks, blowing cool air onto Ethan’s tight pink hole, before circling it gently with his thumb.

Leaning forward, Justin ran his tongue along the dimples at the bottom of Ethan’s back and down into his crack. He inhaled deeply, the scent so intoxicating it sent a shiver down his spine and his dick into overdrive.

Justin clutched his cheeks as he spread him open some more, his tongue rimming his hole, tasting him.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” moaned Justin, panting hard as he inserted a finger alongside his tongue.

In and out, Justin slowly teased his hole before adding another finger. The sensation of his tongue brushing against his digits as he fucked him with his hand was making his dick throb.

“More,” hissed Ethan.

Justin let another finger slip in as he licked along the rim of Ethan’s hole. Ethan let out a gasp and started thrusting his hips back onto Justin’s fingers.

“Justin, please. Just fuck me!”

Despite that being just what Justin was planning on doing, surprise bubbles up within him. Ethan was all about the chocolates and the rose petals and the slow thrusts and tender embraces. And Justin loved it at first. There are days that he still does. But Ethan wanting to get well and truly fucked? Well, that was rare. While Ethan was a bottom, he wanted sweet touches, light kisses. He wanted love. And Ethan was loved.

But Justin also loved to let loose and fuck hard, throw caution to the wind and not think. That was hard to do with Ethan Gold as his boyfriend.

So it didn't take anymore begging from his partner to get Justin to pull his fingers out, slick up his cock, and thrust in. He gripped onto Ethan’s hips as he pounded into the man, taking what he desired, as Ethan repeatedly cried out and reached for one of Justin’s hands, needing any bit of connection he could get.

“Justin, fuck, slow down!”

It took Justin several seconds to process the request but he obliged with difficulty. The grip on Ethan’s hips loosened as he now gently rocked their bodies together.

“Yes, like that,” Ethan purred.

Justin wanted more – he needed more. He was so, so close, but slowing things down had caused him to lose him momentum. He brought his hands up to explore Ethan’s body, sliding over the thin material that covered his chest and pinched his nipples softly.

Justin could feel his balls begin to tighten. He slid his hand down Ethan’s stomach, groping for his cock and then reaching for his cum-filled balls, cupping and squeezing them teasingly as he moved slowly inside him.

Ethan let out a groan as his cock exploded with pleasure all over his hand. His breathing increased and Justin could feel his cock swelling as he shuddered, shooting into the condom buried deep within Ethan’s ass. He thrust a couple more times, milking himself dry before gently pulling out.

Ethan stood up and gathered his jeans before turning and smiling sadly at Justin.

Fuck!

“Are you okay?” Justin asked guiltily. He didn't know what had gotten into him and why he’d felt so fucking horny.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again, bringing their foreheads together and playing with the hair at the back of Ethan’s neck.

Ethan just nodded again before inching back to look into Justin’s eyes.

“I'm getting tired. That...that took a lot out of me,” Ethan chuckled uncomfortably, “See you upstairs?”

“...Yeah, Ethan. I’ll see you upstairs in a little bit.”

Ethan gave Justin a soft kiss before lightly squeezing his hands and going up the stairs.

Justin sighed as soon as he heard the sound of the upstairs bathroom door before sitting back down on the couch they fucked on. It’s strange but he suddenly felt the need to count the times they had fucked on it. Three? Four? It had to be no more than five. Ethan preferred the bed. It was a good bed but Justin liked variety and there were times he wanted something very different from the norm.

Maybe that was why his eyes kept travelling towards Brian Kinney.