CHAPTER TWO: EQUALLY MATCHED

The next morning, Brian woke up alone in bed, his ass and body pleasantly sore from a vigorous night of fucking. At first the memories caused a smile, then a frown as he remembered WHY his rectum was twitching with every breath he took, experiencing its own brand of aftershocks from the edging he'd endured, the pounding his ass had taken and the orgasms he'd had- both wet and dry- at Justin's hands.

When Brian had first laid eyes on the twink, he had thought that Justin would be easy pickings. Blond and gorgeous, Brian had never imagined what a fucking tiger in bed the seemingly innocent young man was. The ever-present twinge in his ass was currently reminding him.

Brian remembered watching Justin from the door just before they left Babylon last night. Watching Justin climb aboard the Ninja which matched his eyes was a major turn-on. Justin looked completely at home and in command of the machine; looked as if it was built specifically for him to sit upon.  All he remembered thinking was that he wanted nothing more than to be the next thing that Justin rode with such ease.

He watched in his rearview mirror as Justin followed him on the motorbike, weaving in and out of traffic behind him. Back in the parking lot, they had decided that since Brian's place was closer, it was the place that they should be. Brian could tell each time Justin's thighs gripped the bike, each time his ass bounced on the seat when he hit a bump in the road. Brian found himself growing harder and harder with each passing mile on their way to the loft.

When they had arrived and both men set the alarms on their vehicles, they walked into the building. Once inside the elevator, they wasted no time getting to the matter of foreplay. Brian remembered the brief taste of Justin's lips he had at the club and couldn't wait another second more before indulging in the addictive taste again. Grabbing the shorter man by the scruff of his neck, Brian plunged his tongue into Justin's mouth. He met no resistance as the younger man's tongue dueled heatedly with his own.

Brian's tongue circled Justin's as their lust climbed higher and higher with each pass. It was hard and merciless- animalistic- each man growling in pursuit of dominance. It was a few minutes before either man noticed that the elevator had arrived at the entryway of Brian's loft.

Stepping through the sliding metal door, Brian watched Justin take in his new surroundings. He immediately began to divest himself of his clothing as Justin still stood in the entry, face turned up toward the lighting fixtures within the elegant space. Brian couldn't tell what was going through the young man's mind but he wanted to be sure that this one-night stand was indeed going to happen.

"Coming in?" He asked gently which surprised him. Brian was always full of impatience when it came to fucking so his tone shocked him even more than it startled Justin out of his reverie.

Justin stepped further into the space and slid the metal door closed behind him. Brian watched as the man licked the most luscious lips he'd ever kissed before Justin said, "Nice place. I like your kitchen."

Brian smiled at the memory of how young Justin seemed in that moment. He knew that he wasn't afraid of sex. But it was almost...kind of sweet how Justin was trying not to rush the inevitable. As Brian laid there, he shook his head at himself for thinking in those lesbianic terms. He allowed his mind to fast forward a ways until they had finally made it into reaching distance of each other again.

Brian finished divesting himself of his clothes and unashamedly presented himself to Justin. The blond had walked into the open arms without hesitation, but with a determination to experience everything the night would offer them both. The passion between them, reignited itself, burning them both up with lust's flame as they returned each others' kisses and caresses with questing fingers and marauding tongues. He and Justin worked together to divest the shorter man of his shirt. Brian was surprised to find that the man had a nipple ring.

For some reason, even with every new revelation being revealed, it was that one he was probably the most curious about. He was sure there was a story behind it. But as he mentally cleared his thoughts, Brian realized that it was something between them that would never be discussed. This was only for one night; only a night to indulge every secret fantasy he could possibly have about the blond, before they both moved on. Brian didn't hold any illusions about what their association in that moment was, and he was sure that Justin didn't either.

Hell the way they had met in the first place, and what little conversation they had in the coffee shop put how things were going to be between them on full display. He still found himself chuckling occasionally about why Justin wouldn't go into the bathroom with him. It was proof enough that Justin was just as much of a rolling stone as he was. There would be no meaningful conversation, or action beyond getting their mutual needs met for tonight. And they were both okay with that.

As he continued to lie there, Brian flashed back to the feeling that Justin was holding some important decision from him. The distance in his kiss caused Brian to ask, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing of import," Justin stated, as he leaned in and recaptured Brian's lips.

Brian accepted the action, but his curiosity of the man he was intent on fucking into the mattress was getting the best of him. Between kisses, Brian said, "Word on the street is that you're an amazing Top." He could feel the slight smile, and one last soft press of the blond's lips before they disengaged.  

Justin nodded his head. "I am. But the same can be said of you."

"Well then all this foreplay leaves us hard, and at an impasse, wouldn't you say?"

Justin moved closer to Brian before saying, "I'll make a deal with you. I'm good at making deals, and something tells me that you'll jump at this chance."

"Which is?" He couldn't help but be intrigued by the twink, who was apparently no twink at all.

Justin's crystal blue eyes deepened as he looked Brian directly in his eyes. A small smirk played at the corner of his lips as he began. "How would you like to be the ONLY man on Liberty Avenue to ever get into my ass? And in return, I want into yours."

On the one hand, Brian was anxious to accept the offer. Justin's ass was the most luscious ass he'd ever seen- and he had seen a LOT of ass in various colors and sizes. He was Brian Kinney, after all. But there was more than that with Justin. Brian couldn't help but relish the idea of popping the blond's cherry, so to speak. His forthright and nonchalant manner even in what must have been a terrifying experience was an absolute turn-on to Brian.

Bottoms were often seen as vulnerable people. However, the truth was that they, as a species within the gayborhood, were some of the strongest and most self-assured men around. Brian knew what it took to put their faith in someone; to allow even a stranger that they wanted to get fucked by to take liberties with their bodies, and trust that they wouldn't be harmed in the process. Most of all, those men trusted THEMSELVES! They believed wholeheartedly in the moment that their choice of willing top was the correct one.

Most times, it was a win, but in some other instances... not so much.

With that thought in mind, Brian answered, "I would love to be your first fuck, Justin. But there is one problem with your proposal... I don't bottom for anyone." Brian was completely unnerved by Justin's response.

Instead of the tantrum and expected walk-out of the blond twink from the loft, he received a mega-watt smile ahead of the words that he'd felt to his very soul. "You will." And then there was no more talking as Justin took the lead in getting Brian to relieve his ass of its virginity.

Brian couldn't help but return the smile, even as he led the man to his bed over in corner of the huge open floorplan. As they moved, Justin divested the last bit of his clothing in preparation for being taken. Brian took his time kissing Justin again. He realized the enormity of the moment for Justin. The one thing Brian would never want to do to the young man was ruin any further want or need to bottom in the future.

Although Justin wouldn't be the first guy whose virginity he took, for some reason Brian sensed that this initiation would be the most important one. With that thought to the forefront of his mind, Brian began the same conversation about their sexual history he'd had hundreds of times with the other men who had graced his bed. Once they both gave their HIV and STD testing history, Brian began kissing Justin a bit more forcefully than he had during their previous encounters. Brian was determined to snatch every thought that wasn't of himself- what they were doing- out of the man's mind. Brian wanted Justin fully engaged, and wholly present as he introduced him to his dick.

Brian shifted down Justin's body, alternating between sucking kisses and fast, concentrated flicks of his tongue upon various erogenous zones on the alabaster skin, including the flat pink nipples adorning the creamy torso. He took the adorned nipple between his teeth, before pushing his lips forward and latching onto the earring placed there. He relished hearing Justin's gasp, and feeling the renewed writhing beneath him as the younger man's back bowed to get more of his tit into Brian's mouth. Brian nearly laughed aloud as he felt the long fingers digging into his scalp, bringing him closer while Justin moaned almost incoherently. But he actually did laugh when he heard the surprised ‘Oh' escape Justin from the most unexpected action of Brian flipping him over as easily as he would pancake.

Be realigned their bodies so that he was fully laid out on top of Justin. Beginning his descent, Brian bit into the enticing shoulder beneath him. He knew that it was only hard enough to leave an imprint, but not to break the skin. Brian took great pleasure in licking the slight sting away, before shifting to give the other shoulder the same attention. Justin was subtly pressing his plump ass against Brian's groin, causing the older man to press his hips even firmer into the squirming man.

Before the temptation to dick down the writhing derrierre got to be too hard to resist, Brian decided to move even further down Justin's back, letting the sounds of passion seep into his bones as the young blond began to moan and beg and plead. A fine sheen of sweat covered the soft skin, even as Brian continued to lick a path straight to where he most wanted to be. Justin was the perfect combination of sweat-salty and sweet. The scent emitting from the man had Brian practically salivating in anticipation of where he would stop next. Yes, he looked forward to being Justin's first fuck, but first he needed to partially slake his own thirst.

Brian parted the slightly flushed globes of Justin's ass, hearing the younger man's breath hitch. As he puckered his lips and blew a gust of warm air on Justin's exposed rosebud, Brian watched in satisfaction as the orifice contracted when air ghost over it. He smiled, in response to the winking rosebud before doing it again. After a few moments of playing a little more, Brian took his first taste. The violent shudder that raced through Justin had Brian leaning in for an even more thorough exploration.

"More," Justin moaned, even as Brian was already obliging the demand. He was almost desperate to hear the next erotic sound come from the constantly writhing man.

Brian grasped Justin's hips in a fierce hold, as he continued to delve into the tempting ass, spread open for his enjoyment. The resulting gasps and groans emitting from Justin almost made Brian cum; every sound like a caress to his own nerve endings. But he was determined to hold it for as long as he could. He was amazed at what just the sound of Justin's voice did to him. With every moan, groan and answering wiggle, Brian found himself aching to hear more.

To give more. And that never happened!

Once more focusing on the moment, Brian adjusted Justin's hips at a more acute angle to meet his mouth more fully. He snaked his tongue between his lips, entering Justin slowly but firmly. It was a very rare occasion for Brian to rim anyone, but the taste of Justin had him rethinking all of his past experiences. The clean, fresh smell of him assaulted Brian's senses. With every inhale, Brian wanted more.

Brian set an alternate rhythm- inhale, lick, dive- which was driving the man beneath him into a frenzy. Every time Justin appeared to get used to the rhythm of Brian's tongue, the brunet would change directions causing Justin to begin a litany of pleadings and demands. The final demand was cut short by the orgasmic seizure, which rent through the luscious body Brian refused to stop tongue-fucking. Brian chuckled, even while continuing to feast on the finest ass of his acquaintance.

"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuck," Justin chanted as wave after wave slammed into him. 

Only after Brian felt the last spasm of Justin's hole around his marauding tongue, did Brian stop. "Turn over, and I will," he nearly growled at the blond.

Justin's orgasm nearly triggered his own, and Brian wasn't anywhere near through making Justin beg. He waited while the young man rolled from his stomach where he'd collapsed, to his back, his half-spent cock resting against his belly. Brian smiled into the sparkling cerulean eyes, which now watched his every move. Brian licked his lips purposefully, allowing his gaze to caress the nice-sized cock laying comfortably against its owner. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a wet and sticky boy, Justin. I guess I'd better clean you up."

And taking Justin's dick deep down his throat, Brian proceeded to do just that. Swallowing around the bulbous head, Brian proceeded to give Justin a blowjob worthy of the Stud of Liberty Avenue. He licked around the rim, before plunging down to the root. Justin nearly came up off the bed when Brian stabbed his leaking slit with his pointed tongue. Brian felt slender digits carding through his hair, encouraging him throughout his ministrations.

He placed his large palm on Justin's stomach, feeling each contraction and ripple as Justin helplessly pumped into Brian's mouth. Brian looked up to see Justin's mouth full of his fist, muffling the deep gut sounds emitting from him. Reaching his other hand upward, Brian disengaged the offending hand advising Justin that he wanted to hear him. Instead of placing the hand on the bed as he might have done, Brian joined their fingers over Justin's stomach, enjoying the surprise and sensuousness of the action. Justin's eyes had, once again, darkened and Brian could tell his second climax of the night was near.

Brian redoubled his efforts, relishing the near-screaming sounds Justin was making. The younger man's hand was tearing at his scalp even as Brian met every thrust with his mouth. He gripped Justin's hips firmly, stilling the blond's movements as he once again deep-throated the over-stimulated young man. Brian clenched and released the head of the fully-engorged cock, making Justin beg for what he wanted.

"Fuck...me...please....Brian, fuck me.....Bri....an....now...please," Justin stuttered out, as Brian continued to torment him.

In answer, Brian introduced two saliva-slicked digits into Justin's ass, immediately grazing the prostate. Brian kept caressing it, while alternating between the stimulation to Justin's tip. Finally, Brian had reaped his reward with his first taste of Justin's cum. He allowed the salty, semi-sweet taste to languish on his tongue before moving up Justin's body to share the taste with him. Justin hungrily kissed Brian, as he ran his hands all over the sweaty brunet.

"Are you ready, Justin?" Brian rasped out.

He was more than ready to pound into Justin. His dick felt almost as if the slightest breeze across the head of it, would cause Brian to spontaneously combust. Factor in Justin's scent, and his almost nonexistent refractory period, and it was a recipe for explosive sex that all Brian's future encounters would be judged by. But for some unknown reason, he decided to dial back the heat for a moment; wanted the younger man to really enjoy his first experience as a bottom. But he wouldn't examine his reasoning until later, if at all.

"Fuck me, Brian," Justin whispered against the brunet's lips. .

Brian couldn't contain the low growl, which escaped him at the plea. It was in that moment Brian understood he'd found another man who enjoyed fucking as much as he himself did. Everything he'd suspected about Justin was spot-on, right down to that Engergizer vibe he suspected Justin kept a tight leash on when they were getting blown in the Backroom of Babylon. But it was amazing to have it confirmed in the most elemental way, at a such a crucial time where Brian would really see what the young man was made of. And there was no pretense or artifice about any of it. 

Without hesitation, Justin laid back and was preparing to turn over when Brian stopped him. "No."

Justin's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck do you mean ‘no?' I said fuck me damn it!"

Brian chuckled at the vehemence in the blond's voice. He's going to be one fucking bossy bottom, he thought and couldn't resist his delight in the knowledge. Or his pleasure of getting to experience it firsthand. "I didn't mean that I wouldn't fuck you, just that I didn't want you to turn over." Brian laughed aloud at the twin looks of chagrin and relief, flitting across the beautiful face. There was no other way to describe the almost-angelic countenance of Justin. If there was, Brian hadn't found it.

Justin grunted and laid down, while Brian gathered the necessary items from the bedside draw. Taking the expensive lube in hand, Brian squirted some on his fingers, momentarily relishing the silky feel of the liquid before applying it to Justin's waiting hole.

Justin startled a little. "It's cold."

Brian assured him in turn, "It'll heat up. Now put your legs on my shoulders." Once Justin complied with Brian's orders, Brian didn't waste any time entering the anxious and lusty younger man.

"Ah...ah...AH!" Justin exclaimed. Once lodged fully, Brian held still even as Justin asked him, "Does it always hurt?"

Brian looked down at the man holding equally still beneath him. He knew from experience that Justin was absorbing all the pain but he also knew the pleasure that awaited them both. "A little, but that's a part of it. Now relax," Brian said, watching Justin intently. He could see the exact moment that the momentary pain had subsided; could feel the second Justin's body began clamoring for more.

Brian took his time sliding in and out of Justin's body, loving the tight fit around him. He couldn't remember ever having been in a tighter ass, even when the man purported to be a virgin. Justin met his every thrust tentatively, until Brian could hear the soft moans escaping him. He caressed the flush skin until he was able to reach beneath the blond to grip his shoulders fiercely. Brian leaned in for a kiss, which Justin met with passion, tangling his tongue with Brian's own.

The action drove Brian's cock deeper, hitting that special place inside Justin that Brian knew was the pleasure center of a man's ass. Justin trembled as Brian relentlessly fucked into him. The pleasure was mounting to a fever pitch within Brian, but he was determined he wasn't going to get off first. Pleasuring Justin was a wholly unique experience. Sure he'd had other guys who were ‘exclusive' tops before, but none held a candle to the man beneath him; of that fact Brian was instinctively sure.

He thought back briefly to what Emmett had said in the club, and hammered into Justin again with unerring precision. He wasn't upset, just intent on satisfying the man. If Em was to be believed, and Justin was proving that he was, the tall queen had advised Brian that Justin was as insatiable if not more so than he himself. He was hellbent on lasting until Justin came... and it just might.

Brian felt sharp nails scratching at his back, the blond ordering him to fuck him harder, faster and deeper. Brian obliged as Justin moved with him, holding his cock in a vice grip deep inside the slippery channel. When Justin contracted his abdomen in an effort to get more leverage, Brian cried out, feeling the squeezing sensation on his dick. Their coupling picked up speed, and almost became violent as each man fought for dominance. Their mutual orgasms took each man by surprise as Justin erupted between their bodies, while Brian basically tried to crawl inside Justin's body on his last powerful thrust into the clenching hole.

Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on top of the insensate man, willing his heart to slow to its regular beat. Usually Brian would smirk and snark before kicking the trick out. But not now. In fact, he was at a loss for words. Justin had not only surprised him, but he actually managed to tire him- the ultimate fucking Top- out!

Dismounting from Justin and rolling onto his side, he didn't even utter a word when the blond cozied up to him, using him as a pillow as the cooling endorphins lulled him to sleep. For Brian's part, he wasn't even aware when his own arm pulled the tempting little piece of blond boy ass closer, thus allowing himself to join Justin in his own restorative rest. Bringing himself back from his memories of probably the most memorable night of his sex life, Brian got out of bed. Even though Brian would have preferred to stay there, unfortunately in his daydreaming, he had lost track of the time. He now only had an hour before his early morning meeting to do last minute prep, which included reading over a contract for the third time to make sure that the fine print as well as the bold terms the contract.

He couldn't afford to be any less than focused on the task at hand, as not spelling the contractual terms out in plain english and fair to both parties involved, could ultimately cost Kinnetik millions. Brian wasn't about to have that shit. Obscure language in contracts was something Brian always had a problem with while working at Vanguard. It often allowed Gardner Vance to benefit when he shouldn't have, and ultimately leaving the client with little or no legal recourse. Brian, and therefore his staff, believed in fairness, but also worked hard to put their money where their collective mouth was.

It's why while Kinnetik is steadily successful, Vanguard had become a sinking ship and money pit.

Brian turned on the shower, before going over to the toilet to relieve himself. Once finished, he moved off to the sink, determined to keep focused on the tasks at hand. He was finding that trying not to think of his previous night was as difficult as trying to get a straight answer out of Lindsay when she's lying. He chuckled at the wayward thought, and continued his progress on the otherside of the restroom. He was just about to turn on the water, when he was surprised by a paper napkin taped to the mirror above the sink.

It read: 'Call or not; it's your choice. But this time, you don't have a reason NOT to call. It's all on you, though. Had a great time.'

Brian felt a smile creep up, in spite of his intention to stay indifferent to the tersely-worded letter. Before it even registered what he was doing, Brian had read the napkin three times in succession. It was only the steam, now reaching out beyond the glass door, that somewhat reminded him of his responsibilities. Standing under the hot spray of the shower, Brian remembered the positions the young blond had coaxed him into with nothing more than a subtle movement of his hips. Justin was a confident and competent Top and Brian breathed a sigh of relief knowing that for all of Justin's passionate fucking, he had been both careful and respectful of Brian's body.

Justin wasn't forceful, which Brian would have automatically balked at. Instead he was firm in his directive, but also watchful for any signs of discomfort or fear, both of which Brian had felt on the very last occasion he actually did bottom for someone. Brian wasn't sure how he knew to look for such things, especially since Justin seemed relatively innocent-looking but since he was never one to really give a shit. But Brian decided to let it go, making the conscious choice to just be grateful Justin was a considerate lover. It wasn't like they were ever going to fuck again, so what was the use.

But....

Brian emerged from the shower, determined not to give the matter another thought. He had an important meeting to prepare for, and no thoughts of a blond twink was going to ruin his chances to move Kinnetik forward. As for everything else that seemed to be between him and Justin, it beared repeating that he would put THOSE thoughts from his mind. And any regret he might feel, could fucking go unacknowledged. He had a ‘no repeats' rule for a reason, right?

Right!

So Brian was especially surprised by himself when he picked up the phone, and sent a text message to the very same man he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he shouldn't have.

~AC~

Justin stifled yet another yawn, as he sat aboard his private jet heading to New York. Outside of two hours sleep last night, Justin had been been running on copious amounts of coffee, Beam and sex. Basically, it was business as usual. Well not exactly... He mentally shook the thoughts from his head in reference to sex, and his run-up and run-in with the Stud of Liberty Avenue.

The most hilarious thing about the entire situation was that Brian didn't know who Justin was but everyone, who was everyone had heard the name Brian Kinney before. Justin didn't put it together, until they were just about to leave the club. He had gone over to his motorcycle, when one of his former tricks had asked him if he could have round two. Justin had rolled his eyes, which was answer enough, but the disappointed would-be-lover-instead-of-TRICK had snarked at him. He'd told Justin that he was about to get exactly what he deserved, fucking with the likes of Brian Kinney.

Justin had laughed in the guy's face for believing that Brian's one fuck only policy would really bother him. Justin was known for his hit-it-then-quit-it lifestyle much as Brian was. But upon further thought, it was then Justin decided he should get something out of the deal as well. When Justin had proposed the idea of fucking Brian in exchange for his ass' virginity, he was sure that the older man would balk. He also knew that Brian agreeing to it initially would be reneged on when it came time to reciprocate.

So Justin had taken the matter in hand, so to speak. As far as Justin was concerned, they had both earned their reputations on the Avenue and beyond it. And as such, Justin would never willingly let the Ultimate Top have one up on him. If Brian was the King, Justin was the Crowned Prince. And that was the way it would be... 

Equals, especially in this.

After about an hour of sleep, Justin had woken up to find his bedmate wrapped around him. Initially, it gave the blond pause. Justin wasn't the type to cuddle, not even with a fucking teddy bear as a child. He didn't generally like entanglements of any kind. The fact that Brian didn't as well, lessened Justin's anxiety somewhat and allowed him to really look at the beautiful man.

There was no doubt that Brian was a fucking wet dream come to life. But even in sleep, he was gorgeous. His slender yet well-formed limbs displayed muscle, but not grotesquely so. Justin had been with enough gym bunnies and juice pigs to know that he wouldn't have been attracted to Brian, if he was built like that. Brian was statuesque in a sense, and that appealed to Justin's artistic sensibilities.

Justin extended a finger to trace the contours of Brian's face and body, stopping every so often to make sure the man was still asleep. In anyone else's eyesight, Justin's actions would have been considered stalkerish or alarming. But it was his way of committing the fabulous face, and form to memory. Brian shifted onto his back when Justin had reached a particularly sensitive spot. He almost laughed aloud as the tall man sprawled spread eagled on the bed, obviously forgetting that he had a houseguest.

One he had made a very lascivious deal with.  

Justin smiled brightly in the dimly lit room, forming an idea. As he settled himself between Brian's legs, he took one more opportunity to gaze at him from his vantage point. Brian's body was virtually hairless. Justin figured that from the way Brian's loft looked, Brian had an aversion to anything that signified untidiness, and that extended to his body. Justin reached out to stroke the neatly trimmed bush, which pillowed Brian's impressive member.

Justin eyed the appendage skeptically at first, unable to believe that something so seemingly small had the ability to make his ass feel like he'd taken a canon inside it. He winced, and then chuckled at the imagery his brain insisted on forming. Only he could find the humor in a situation where his ass hurt... literally. But he couldn't regret it, even amid the twinges causing him a bit of discomfort occasionally as he readjusted himself on the bed.

He supposed that Brian was as gentle as he could have been in that situation, and Justin was grateful for it. But being able to stare down at Brian Kinney, in his unguarded state, was more than worth it. Justin leaned down to place a small peck on Brian's member. He watched in satisfaction as it began to twitch, signaling that it was inclined to wake up. While he had been asleep, he'd had visions of riding it but he wouldn't yet.

First, Brian would make good on the deal they made. Then if anything else happened before sunrise, it would all be considered as part of the ‘one night only' experience. He didn't have a doubt in his mind that Brian would agree to the same.

With that thought in mind, Justin leaned in and took the entire length into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the head, Justin caught a drop of pre-cum and swallowed it right down. Deciding that he liked the taste, Justin worked to draw more copious amounts out of the slumbering man. Deep-throating Brian, Justin treated his dick as if it were the best and messiest popsicle he'd ever had; licking it up and down before taking it back into his mouth again and holding it at the back of his throat. He couldn't resist the small hum of satisfaction which escaped his throat, as Brian's dick continued its climb toward full hardness.

Spotting the lube nestled inside the duvet, Justin dislodged Brian's dick from his mouth with a pop. Taking the tube in hand, he squirted some of the liquid that Brian had used on him an hour ago, with a slight smile on his full lips. He admitted to himself that it really did feel nice on his fingers, but it felt even better inside of his ass. Justin giggled in surprise at the fact his hole had begun to tingle and twitch again with that thought. Later, but first...

Moving carefully to separate Brian's legs a little farther, Justin went back to sucking Brian's cock, while running his index finger around Brian's ass hole.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Came the sleep-sexy voice from the top of the bed.

"Do you need an instruction manual, or is one-on-one tutoring required?" Justin snarked back, before he went back to pleasuring a semi-reluctant Brian.

"Very fucking funny, Justin, but I'm not fucking laug..." Justin had taken that opportunity to quell Brian's protest for the moment by sliding his finger inside. He immediately found Brian's gland, causing the man to gasp out his name. "Justin..."

"Yeah?"Justin asked, sardonically. He knew what Brian was feeling, because he'd made Justin feel the same way. Adding a second finger to join the first, Justin asked Brian, "Do you want me to stop?" A jab of the prostate punctuated each syllable of the question.

Brian moaned in response, while Justin continued drawing pleasure from the man. Reaching up with his other hand, Justin tweaked Brian's nipple while he used his throat to squeeze the head of Brian's dick again. Pulling back the same fingers briefly, he allowed a little of the saliva he was using to coat Brian's dick to drip onto his fingers, before returning them to the puckered nubs of Brian's chest. Justin chuckled as Brian held onto fistfuls of his hair, sending the vibrations through the brunet. He enjoyed watching as Brian's composure and resolve slip from a little to a lot within just a few seconds. 

"Damn it, Justin.... F.... fuck!"

Justin came up with a wicked grin on his lips, looking Brian straight into his eyes. "You know, Brian, it's not polite for me to talk in the middle of a meal, especially not with my mouth full." Justin chuckled again at the stream of curses leaving Brian's mouth, as Justin resumed his treatments to Brian's nipples, cock and ass.

"Damn fucking twat!" Brian exclaimed as Justin stroked his sensitive gland again. "Fuck me already, you fucking...."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over my own slurping," Justin taunted.

"I swear Justin if you don't..."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming...well soon I will be, and so will you," Justin promised as he flashed Brian a smile. He was gratified when the older man couldn't help himself in smiling back at the feisty blond.

"You know you should really be spanked, Justin."

"Later, if you're lucky. Now roll over," Justin ordered.

"Bossy bottom," Brian muttered but Justin heard him.

"Not now, I'm not," he said, applying a firm smack to Brian's ass.

Justin applied a little bit more lube, then re-inserted his fingers. He added a third to be sure that Brian would be as comfortable as he could make him. Justin didn't have the longest cock. However, he was longer than most would expect for his height, and thick. He definitely didn't want to hurt the man, who had been so caring of him during his own entry.

"Justin, please..."

"Patience, Brian. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Just..."

Before Brian could finish his sentence, Justin slid the condom on, and advanced into Brian. His progression was slow, stopping every few centimeters to allow Brian to take more of him at his own pace. When he would feel Brian pushing back of his own accord, only then would Justin move a bit more forcefully until Brian's body clamped up again. This went on for several minutes, and Justin could tell that Brian had meant it when he said that he wasn't used to bottoming. But although Justin was certain it had been a long time ago based on how tight Brian was, he was relieved that Brian knew exactly what he was doing when it came to the act.

But even with that knowledge, Justin could still feel the anxiety rolling off of Brian in waves. He wanted to ask what had happened, but this wasn't about that. It was about two men, wanting to get off and find solace in countless orgasms. Justin had his own demons, for certain. But no way in hell was he about to let them ruin the moment- the only moment- the two of them would ever share.

When he had reached bottom, Justin paused again, feeling Brian's body stretching to accommodate his girth. Justin held still, even as Brian quivered with the sheer sensation of being filled. Brian's long arms reached back to grab Justin's ample bottom, pulling the blond into him a fraction further. Both Brian and Justin gasped at the sensation of Justin's cockhead pressed tightly against the walnut-shaped bundle of nerves within Brian. It was then that Justin couldn't hold himself still anymore, and began to move.

At first, Justin moved shallowly, carefully gauging Brian's reaction to being penetrated. The soft gasps and pleadings for more told Justin that the man was enjoying himself. Justin kept the slow and easy pace, until Brian became more demanding. Sliding his hands up the long expanse of Brian's back, Justin gripped Brian's shoulders, and moved forcefully within him. He could feel Brian pushing back with equal fervor, as he increased his pace.

Rotating his hips on each downstroke, Justin drew grunts and groans from Brian, which caused him to smile in return.

"That's it, Big Boy. Tell me how you like this dick," Justin crooned. "You like it, don't you, Brian?" Justin punctuated the question which a sharp plunge, nailing Brian's prostate mercilessly. At Brian's continued silence, but hearing the slight hitch of Brian's breath, Justin warned, "Tell me or I'll stop."

"No," Brian gasped out.

Justin twisted his hips, releasing a small keening cry from the man beneath him. "No to what, Brian? No you don't like my dick? Or no, you don't want me to stop?" Justin ceased his movement until Brian was, once again, coherent enough to answer the question.

"No...don't you fucking stop," Brian growled, the sound muffled while he was biting on the pillow under his head. Justin knew that the usually stoic man was very close to losing all control. Thinking of how he wanted the scene to play out, Brian's voice brought him out of his reverie. "Justin...please...fuck me, damn it!"

Justin slid into Brian so slowly that a snail would have seemed as if running. His actions of innnnnnn sloooooowly and out quickly had Brian writhing frantically, trying to get more of Justin. Justin held to the same rhythm as he continued to talk dirty to the brunet; some of the erotic words causing the already tight orifice to squeeze Justin's cock even harder. Justin moaned in response to the stimulation. There was nothing on earth more gratifying than fucking Brian Kinney, although Justin would never say that aloud.

One particular gaspy moan Brian emitted, told Justin that Brian was close to begging to be fucked hard. So the blond redoubled his efforts before the words could even form on Brian's lips. Once again increasing the speed of his thrust, Justin hammered into Brian's gland, eliciting a masculine scream in the process. Justin inched his fingers between Brian's thighs, while still driving into Brian's feverish body. He caressed Brian's perineum area, stroking the prostate gland from the outside of Brian's body in counterpoint to the constant milking of it on the inside.

Justin spent untold minutes leading Brian to the edge of ejaculation only to stop, causing expletive after agitated expletive to explode from Brian's mouth. He couldn't help but enjoy seeing Brian come undone at his hands. Finally taking pity on the exhausted brunet, Justin stroked inside Brian's ass relentlessly, each stroke taking them up higher up passion's peak. Not soon after, Justin felt Brian shudder as they moved in harmony to climax. One of Justin's hands found its way tangled within Brian's hair.

The blond yanked back on the dark locks harshly, turning Brian's head so that he could kiss him. Justin swallowed the moans emitting from Brian, his own surfacing from deep inside of him. His tongue tangled with Brian's tasting the lust that was eating at both of them. He pulled back and growled, "Come for me," before joining their lips together in a heated kiss, once more. Sweat pouring off of the laboring men, it didn't take long for them to reach their crests within moments of each other- Brian shooting his load first.

They had fucked another time with Justin topping the Top, before he'd snuck away just before sunrise. He was still silently smarting about the message he'd left Brian on the napkin before exiting the stunning loft. He just couldn't figure out what the fuck possessed him to do something so idiotic; something he would never do in a million fucking years. But he had, hadn't he? And he would have to live with the end result, pass or fail.

At the sound of the message app chiming on his phone, he decided that it was a momentary insanity bought on by cum-soaked braincells. He would never repeat the lapse in judgment again, so this uncharacteristic incident was best forgotten about. There! That settles it! Justin resolved to himself.

Well, that is until he saw the message on the phone...

New Message from 412-678-0552

You know you could have woken me up. I'm running late for a meeting because of you.

Justin couldn't help the snicker that escaped him. He replied:

Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize that instead of nursing on your dick, I was supposed to play nursemaid instead. You probably should have warned me...or better yet paid me to be your wake-up call.

He actually did laugh out loud at the next text:

Smart-mouthed twat! I told you that you needed a spanking.

His response: Promises, promises. You really shouldn't make them unless you intend on keeping them. It isn't polite to get a person's hopes up only to renege in the end.

Brian: Who said anything about reneging? Besides my ass HURTS! You definitely have to pay for that.

"Justin? Justin, are you paying attention? This is serious," Maggie scolded him. She was currently trying to fill him in on the deplorable state that Craig's business was in.

Justin shook his head, eyes still on his phone. He frowned slightly at being interrupted, and even moreso for the reason. "You should probably have let me wake up first, before trying to ruin my day."

Maggie retorted under her breath, "You should probably find yourself in your OWN bed once in awhile, then this conversation would be a moot point."

Justin raised his eyes from his cell phone to focus the narrowed orbs on his Accountant. "Consider yourself extremely lucky at this moment, Mags. I value your expertise at handling my money and business. However, I will NOT tolerate any criticism of how I spend my time away from said business. Now I will listen to what you have to say in a few moments, not before." Once he had made his point to Maggie, he softened his tone, "Why don't you pour yourself a cup of coffee? It's too early in the damn morning for this type of argument."

Knowing that she was dismissed for the time being, she threw an exasperated look over at Mark before making her way over to the coffeemaker. The good thing about traveling on the private jet, as opposed to a commercial flight, was that Justin kept an assortment of his and his personal staff's favorite items aboard. As generous of a boss as he could be, Justin Taylor was also a selfish, and sometimes a self-absorbed asshole. Although from the soft smile playing across his lips as she studied him beneath her lashes, Maggie wasn't so sure that all was as it had always been with her boss. She would have to keep her eyes open regarding this sudden change in his demeanor; they can't afford to be caught off guard in any regard.

Justin was, once again, engrossed in the banter that he and Brian had been enjoying before he was so rudely interrupted by real life. He honestly couldn't believe that he and Brian were actually texting the morning after the most exhausting night of sex he'd ever had.

New Message from Brian: So what are you wearing?

Justin, once again, laughed aloud. Brian had the strangest ability to make him do that. "Boss...Hugo Boss." He chuckled at his response, instinctively knowing that Brian would appreciate the humor.

Brian: Ahhh... so young Justin is a fashion queen? Good to know.

Justin: No more of a queen than you are. I thought that I had proven that last night.

Brian: Well I could always have another lesson in my office at lunch.

Justin closed his eyes as visions of what could have been happening assaulted his psyche with images of he and Brian naked. Sorry Brian, but I have to take a raincheck. I am currently on a plane to New York, and my business might take me all day although I hope not.

Brian: I guess I'll have to settle for the usual fare then...

Justin: Kung Pao Chicken? Beef Wellington? Justin could almost hear Brian's snort, as he pushed ‘send' on his phone.

Brian: Very funny, but no... I think I'll either head over to Lucky's, or order in.

Justin's nostrils flared slightly at the thought of the gay gentlemen's club, which offered everything from the mundane to the intensely erotic. He was a co-founder of the place; having been one of his first investments after he developed ‘Rage.' He paid his partner, Charles Lucky, a tenth of his portion in the profits of the club to keep his name officially off the record because of his dual CEO status. Thankfully, there hadn't been any major issues with the club, so to Justin it was money well-spent. But in turn, Charles couldn't make any major decisions, or changes to the club without talking to Justin first.

Justin texted back: I hear membership to that place is pretty steep. And they only give one-time only guest passes. Are you sure you can afford it?

Membership to the club was $110 thousand a year, but it was all-inclusive. There was even a restaurant on the lower level, and a dance club on the upper floors. Whether the patron visited once or every single night of the year, each was afforded the same privileges as the next guy. Justin thought of how ironic it was that both he and Brian owned the two hottest spots in Pittsburgh. Whereas Babylon catered to the everyday gay guy, Lucky's had a strictly upscale clientele and employed an array of rent boys, who performed within the club or for private affairs such as the one Brian was suggesting.

It gave him a perverse sort of pleasure to know that the Stud of Liberty Avenue was a regular patron of his establishment.  

Brian: I've been a member since its inception so yes, I think so.

Justin: Well good. I would hate for you to go broke over...lunch. Justin snickered at his response, somehow knowing that Brian would find the humor in it, too. I really need to calm this down, he thought. Brian was too fucking likeable. He texted: My plane is about to land. So I guess I'll talk to you soon. Thanks again for last night. It was truly unforgettable.

Brian: Likewise. Later.

Justin couldn't resist the impulse, and so penned ‘Later' back to Brian. He was definitely wondering what the fuck had he been thinking in doing so. It wasn't like they were in a relationship, or something just because they had fucked.... and fucked often...and fucked well!

Justin shook himself of the resulting images that ensued with his mental references to how he spent his night, attempting to fight the bewildered smile threatening to burst forth. A gentle throat-clearing rudely broke him out of his reverie, but he supposed it was for the best. Dwelling as he had was so uncharacteristically him, that he was beginning to scare himself a little bit. He could only imagine with Maggie and Mark thought of the new strangeness overtaking Justin at one of the most inopportune times.

"All done?" Maggie asked, returning from the bar near the cockpit area.

"Yes," Justin answered simply, unwilling to give any more that one-worded answer.

"Good. Now can we get back to business?" The testiness in Maggie's voice was unmistakable. Justin was about to answer with terseness of his own, but was again interrupted.

"Don't answer that quite yet, Justin," Mark said, from his place seated across from Justin. "Personally, I want some assurances that whatever it is that has you practically vibrating with lust, excitement, or whatever else will not end up on the front page. We really don't need any more additional publicity than what is likely to be caused by the news Maggie needs to tell you about Craig. If there is a chance that there is another skeleton about to jump out of the metaphorical closet, then as your assistant and interim publicist until we hire or reject Kinnetik, I need to know now."

Justin narrowed his eyes at both of his employees, thinking that they represented good reasons NOT to hire friends in the first place. On the flipside of that coin, they were excellent at what they did and their loyalty was never in question. But he really didn't think that what he did last night- and with WHOM- was any of their business. And he said so.

"Suffice it to say that I passed a very satisfying night, without any risk to the parties involved."

Mark laughed. "Ever the WASPy diplomat, Justin. I'll let it go for now, but seriously with Arnold and Craig lurking in the wings ready to swoop in and take over Taylor industries again, you need to be careful. I know that you are used to doing what you want, when you want and however you want, but you can't fly under the radar as you have in the past. You ARE the CEO of two major corporations, and an artist of note; anonymity is no longer an option."

Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying formulate his thoughts. He knew that there was some truth to what his assistant was saying, but it didn't make him any less determined to live life by his own rules. It was time that he establish that. "You think I don't know that, Mark? Maggie? Look, I'll be careful at least for the time being. But I WILL NOT stop living my fucking life. And you nor anyone else in my camp will demand that of me, am I clear?"

"Yeah, you're clear, Justin. Just stay that way my friend," Mark stated. "Now Maggie really needs to fill you in on all the developments with Craig."

And for the next half hour, Justin sat listening, stone-faced to all of his sperm donor's latest exploits. It was time that he dealt with Craig Taylor... and the older man would not like the results.

~AC~

"Brian, Michael is here to see you....again. But this time Lindsay is with him. Should I send them in?" Cynthia's voice came through the intercom, sounding exasperated. She was watching from her office as the front desk receptionist was trying her best to remain professional with the blond harridan and her sidekick, Idiot man.

Brian noted that it was happening more and more. His usually uber-professional assistant was better at hiding her feelings than most, except possibly him. So the fact that Cynthia was no longer willing to do that, just proved what Brian had been thinking for awhile now. Things were getting out of hand. "Yeah send them in. But I want you and Theodore in here as well. Also have Fred come because after I say what I have to say, I want them escorted out and not be allowed back in for any reason. Gus is still allowed, but his mothers and Michael are not to be allowed passed the reception area."

Cynthia did as Brian has requested, first calling Ted and then Fred to meet her in the lobby. While she waited, she thought about Brian's uninvited guests. Michael and Lindsay were Brian's oldest friends. Although ‘friends' might be too strong a word. Really they were more like the opportunistic leeches of Brian's life.

Cynthia has been working with Brian for years, beginning at the Ryder agency and then at VanGuard before starting Kinnetik. And in all that time, she'd had numerous occasions to observe the trio, and she hated what she concluded. Michael and Lindsay were extremely selfish and self-centered people. But it was their sense of entitlement that grated the most on her nerves. Anytime they showed up to the busy agency unannounced, they expected to be given immediate and unfiltered access to Brian.

Once in recent history, Michael had even gone so far as to scream Brian's name repeatedly after being told that Brian was in a meeting. When Brian had made his appearance after having Ted take over the meeting, Cynthia was more than shocked and angry that the whole reason for Michael's scene was for Brian to meet him at Woody's to discuss his need for Brian's money for a mortgage payment on his little rundown store. When Brian had asked him what he did with the money he knew that Ben had given him, Michael's response had been that he needed to buy the first edition of Wonder Woman collector figurine, which took precedence over the mortgage payment since it would likely not be up for sale again any time soon. Cynthia had been absolutely appalled at the man's inability to take care of his own business, yet had the audacity to expect a quick bailout by Brian. Upon hearing the news, Ted had advised Brian, both as his personal accountant and the CFO of Kinnetik Incorporated, NOT to give Michael any more money.

Although Brian had listened to Ted with regards to Michael, dealing with Lindsay and Gus' list of needs was a different matter altogether. The trouble with Lindsay is also compounded by the fact that her partner Melanie is pregnant with Gus' soon-to-be sibling. Although Mel would rather gouge out her left ovary with a rusty knife- her words, not Cynthia's- than to ask Brian for additional money, Lindsay has no such qualms. Cynthia had to stand back, and watch Brian get used over and over and over again by the manipulative bitch without saying a word. She knew that Brian wouldn't fire her for speaking her mind, but it would definitely put a strain on their friendship.

And yes, Cynthia really considers Brian a friend. So saying, she was now trying to put on her best cordial face as she greeted Brian's ‘best friends' while taking them back to Brian's office. Once inside, she immediately took her usual seat before Michael and Lindsay could make themselves comfortable, and motioned for Ted to do the same. Ted raised an eyebrow upon entering the office behind Cynthia and Fred as Lindsay and Michael trailed in his wake. When she subtly inclined her head for Ted to take his seat, he obliged immediately.

Noticing the stiff set of Brian's shoulders, and the fact that the brunet was barely keeping his temper in check, there wasn't a doubt between Ted and Cynthia about what was going to come next. To look at Brian Kinney, one would think that he is unreadable. But Ted had been given a crash course in knowing the actions and reactions of Brian from the beginning of starting Kinnetik. And whatever wasn't immediately obvious, Cynthia had taken the time to explain to him. Lord knew if anyone had written the Brian Kinney Operating Manual- Overachiever Edition, it was Cynthia. So with her by his side, guiding him safely through the minefield of Brian's temper, Ted had seen all facets of Brian's personality. Instead of continuing to hate the man he'd always envied, Ted had learned to respect Brian over the years. He had seen with his own eyes just how determined, and driven Brian was about making himself into the successful businessman he had become since Ted was introduced to the arrogant ad exec-turned-entrepeneur many years ago.

Like many people who Brian held at arm's length, Ted had originally thought that Brian had fucked his way to the top- nailing the accounts in more ways than a signed contract so to speak. And that may have been true in the earlier days of Brian's career as an Advertising Executive, but it hadn't been true for at least the last ten years of Brian's success. However, it wasn't hard to see that at most, that assumption was just another of the mindless-Michael-mythsbeing spouted, yet again by someone who thinks they know Brian, but so obviously doesn't. Ted was amazed to learn that Brian Kinney had the uncanny ability to reinvent himself whenever it was necessary, a gift that Ted himself had only just learned. Unfortunately it had taken his foray into the mind-altering drug addiction, which had caused him to lose himself for a time.

It was Brian and Emmett, who had helped Ted onto his own process of rising as a pheonix from the ashes of his previous of his former self. And under their guidance, Ted was able to transform himself into the self-assured man he was continually growing to be. So if nothing else, Ted knew that he owed Brian his loyalty. He just wished the two people, who were standing milliantly within Brian's offic, would remember that they owed Brian as well. Ted broke his reverie to tune into the verbal tantrum Michael was throwing. For her part, Lindsay just stood off to the side with her arms folded across her chest and tapping her foot in a pretty good imitation of a mom getting ready to scold a wayward child.

"What the fuck are they all doing here? We need to speak with you ALONE, Brian," Michael complained, causing Ted to roll his eyes.

"They are here because I want them here, Michael, unlike the two of you. So they are staying." Brian looked at both Michael and Lindsay, waiting for the objections that he was sure were coming. He was met with frosty silence from them. "Well, get on with why you felt the need to barge in here this time," Brian demanded, annoyance ringing clear in his tone.

"Well now that you're NOT in a fucking meeting, perhaps you can FINALLY talk to me. I would have talked to you last night at Babylon, but you ditched me for that skanky blond asshole. I didn't like it, Brian; I needed you, Brian. You owed it to me to put MY needs before whatever wants you had, after all the times I've been there for you! And I want a fucking apology right now," Michael demanded, folding his arms across his chest, while narrowing his eyes as if waiting for Brian to acknowledge his mistake.

Before Brian had a chance to rebut the litany of Michael's accusations, Lindsay broke her silence. "He's right, Brian. Michael really needed to speak with you about him and Ben. How could you put getting your dicked sucked by some anonymous person above your best friend? I'm so disappointed in you, Brian. I wonder if this is how you will act if Gus and the new baby need you."

Ted rolled his eyes at Lindsay's speech. It was no secret that she was still trying to get Brian to relinquish his parental rights to Gus. It had already been decided that he would also not be giving up his rights to the new child either. At first, Lindsay and Melanie were pissed off about it. But then Melanie had a change of heart somewhere along the way. Perhaps it helped that Brian was spending more time with his son than she was able to do since she was now seven months pregnant.

Or it could very well be that Brian had been putting money into Melanie's hand to make up for her decreased caseload since the doctor placed her on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy. He'd proven to her that he would honor his word to take care of her when Mel had to level with him. Whatever it was, Ted was glad that she had jumped off of the Lindsay/Michael Judgement and Entitlement Express, and had began to form her own opinions about Brian as a person. They might never be best friends but it was a start for the two head-strong, hard-headed brunettes. Brian began to speak in a quiet voice; so low that all of the occupants of the office had leaned forward to hear him.

"I'm only going to say this once, so you both need to listen very well. You both are NOT to come here again, especially with the bullshit YOU deem important. This is not a playground, a picnic or a park; it's my business! I don't need, nor want, to have to deal with whatever bullshit Kindergarten games you and your fucking partners are playing this week. I don't want to speak about Gus, unless he is here to visit. I most certainly DO NOT want to talk about what each of you supposedly need with regards to my money! From now on Lindsay, if you have any monetary requests, they are to go through Ted and I will require a receipt. Melanie has already agreed to do this. And although your agreement is NOT necessary, it will be the way things are from now on.

"As for you Michael, I told you last night and I will say it again...figure out what the fuck you want where your marriage is concerned. If you're going to be there, be THERE and NOT HERE in my fucking office, harassing me to fix another one of your fucking problems. You're married for fuck's sake; ACT LIKE IT! Do what other grown-ups throughout history have done. Grow the fuck up, take care of your business and solve your own fucking problems!"

"But Brian," Michael whined only to be cut off by Brian, who had clearly lost all patience.

"Fred, I need you to escort Mr. Novotny-Bruckner and Ms. Peterson-Marcus out of the building. They are not to be allowed back in for ANY reason, barring that Lindsay has my son and/or the new baby with her. Even then, she is to wait in the reception area while I spend time with my children. Outside of that circumstance, which should be extremely rare, there is NO reason to let her into the building again. Please advise your staff that if either Mr. Novotny-Bruckner, or Ms. Marcus-Peterson get past the front door, it's an automatic pink slip with nary a question asked."

"Brian, you're going too far," Lindsay stated, the frost in her tone evident.

"Am I, Lindsay? Let me assure you that if I could go even further, I would. You two have barged in here for the last time!"

"I can't believe you, Brian! I need you to fix this for me. This thing with Ben is..."

"YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!" Brian yelled, and then ran an impatient hand through his chestnut hair. "Jesus, Mikey when are you going to grow up? You know what... I'm not doing this anymore! Unless it concerns my children, which this shit here today clearly does NOT, I don't want to fucking know about it. Now if you'll kindly leave, I have a business to run." Brian nodded at Fred as he ushered a pouting Michael and a stewing Lindsay out of the Kinnetik building.

Once the door closed behind them, Cynthia said, "Thank you for finally doing that, Boss. I have wanted to do that for some time now."

Brian chuckled, but couldn't help his curiosity. "How long?"

"Since we worked for Ryder," came her quick reply.

His eyes widened at that revelation. He knew why she hadn't said something before now. Cynthia was the consummate professional, only overstepping the boundaries of their working relationship in the most extreme circumstances. He admired her for it. But sometimes he wished she would just act and deal with the consequences later.

"From now on, Cynthia, if you deem it necessary don't hesitate to do it. I will back you."

A silent look of understanding passed between the old friends, and business associates. Without words, Brian had just told her that she was his official second-in-command. Ted cleared his throat interrupting the tender moment.

"I'm glad you told Lindsay of the new arrangement between you and Mel. As you know, Mel has been wanting to do it this way for some time now, but Lindsay's always had a reason why it wasn't necessary, or prudent- as she said repeatedly- to do so. I had feared that with the new baby coming, Lindsay was going to find a way to need ‘more.'"

"Yes, well. Mel said that Lindsay's shopping habit has been getting out of hand for the last year or so, even before she had to stop putting in so many hours at the law firm. By the way, did you bar all access to Gus' college fund? I know that I had given both of them access, but I no longer trust Lindsay not to wheedle the codes out of Melanie somehow. At a later time, I'll name an executor to my will and power of attorney. I think it can wait a bit. In the meantime, Ted, I want you to take over those duties. Have legal draw up the papers immediately so that I can sign them within the hour. Michael is NOT to make any decisions concerning me should something happen medical or otherwise."

This shocked Ted and he said so. "Why, Brian? I thought you trusted him with your life."

"I did until he started talking about how much I owed him. That is a debt I have paid for over and over again, and I'm through with it. He's still my friend to a degree, but the best friend I had as a kid is dead to me. That friend would never have thrown that part of my past in my face," Brian said, sadness in his voice.

Every time something went wrong in liitle Mikey's world, those were always the first words he said to Brian. It has been so frequent that even Debbie had adopted the theory that Brian owes Michael for taking care of him when he was either beaten up by his parents, or drunk and stoned out of his mind to forget them. Brian shook himself before refocusing on what mattered in the here and now. There was no use in dwelling on a situation which was as unlikely to change as Michael and Lindsay were able to change their avaricious personalities. And even if they were, he would still would believe it; they were experts at lip-service without action.

"Alright, enough of this shit. Let's get down to Kinnetik business." And he pulled out the packet of papers he'd been studying before his two former best friends had barged in his office.

Meanwhile in New York....

Justin exited from the plane ready to do battle. He was seething, just beneath the surface, at the news Maggie and Mark had imparted in reference to Craig's business. The reason the man hadn't turned a profit was because he wasn't opening the store, opting instead to play fucking kidnapping games with Kitty. It was evident that Craig was trying to ruin Taylor Industries from the inside. Justin had already known that Alfred- the closeted jackass- was firmly in his dad's pocket.

But there was someone else trying to sabotage Justin's inheritance, and the Taylor legacy. They just hadn't figured out who it was yet.

Thirty minutes later, Justin alighted from the limousine that had picked him up from the airport. Ordinarily, he would have opted to drive himself. But Justin just didn't have the patience to do so today. He needed a cooling off period- or at least a chance to simmer, instead of boil- and the traffic in Midtown would definitely not have been conducive to that. Justin was beyond pissed off at the latest antics of his sperm donor, and it was time that Craig Taylor either shit or get off the pot.

Arriving in front of Kitty's house, Justin ordered Maggie, Mark and his bodyguard Daryl to accompany him inside while he instructed his driver to keep the car running. He didn't bother to knock. Instead, Justin used the key she'd given him the last time that Craig decided to lock her within her own home until he saw fit to release her so she could go to work. Oft times, he wondered what the hell the beautiful woman saw in Craig Taylor. As far as Justin was concerned, not even good looks could cover up the ugliest personality, so really, what was it? He remembered asking his mother the same question once before.

She had told him, "Your father could be generous, charming and witty whenever the mood suited him. And it suited him a lot, until his place in your life was assured. Then just as a snake sheds his skin, Craig takes off his mask. Unfortunately by the time it's realized, it's already too late and Craig has you and YOUR freedom in the palm of his hand."

Justin thought back to that conversation, which was just over a year ago. He still marveled that his mom had been so honest with him. But then again, how could she not be after all that Craig had put him, and Molly through in addition to Jennifer? There were many times Justin wished someone would throw Craig in a well, and then conveniently forget to call for help. Even now, Justin shivered inwardly at the thought of him and Molly being at the mercy of the madman Craig had intended for Molly to marry.

There was a distinct advantage to growing up wealthy. The ability to buy what you want, live where you choose and do what you desired was and always would be associated with that small five letter word...M-O-N-E-Y! But what very few people have ever spoken of was the disadvantages. The kind where men with money only want more of it, and would sell their own mother for the privilege. And that way of thinking was what had resulted in the permanent estrangement of Craig Taylor with both his son and daughter.

Because of Craig's inherent greed, he sold Molly through marriage to Christopher Hobbs- a man presumed dead, until proven otherwise.

Justin had known Chris since the sixth grade. Originally, they started out as pseudo-friends. Justin was popular with everyone, and Chris being the new kid in school at the time, stuck to Justin. They had been neighbors all their lives, even though Chris had gone to a different school for a time. No one knew the reason he wasn't attending his former school anymore, except that it was bandied about that there was some sort of altercation and innuendo flying about Chris that very few kids could understand, but didn't want to ask their uppity parents about.

In retrospect, it was one of the questions that Craig Taylor should definitely have asked when it came to giving away his only daughter in matrimony.

The ‘friendship' came to a head one day in the equipment room of their high school. Both boys had gotten detention for talking during class. The conversation was innocuous enough, so there wasn't anything within it to have a litter of fucking puppies over. But the teacher was a dick and had a hard-on for making entitled high school brats pay for something that technically wasn't their fault. They didn't ask to be born rich- they just were- and Mr. Dixon always felt threatened by it.

So Chris and Justin were assigned clean-up duty that afternoon. Although Justin hadn't minded much, Chris was pissed off because he was missing football practice. They began to talk about girls, at first, again semi-harmless... well harmless enough as long as Chris' opinions about each of the girls didn't get around. But after the running commentary on catholic girls not believing that anal counts as sex,  the conversation took what Justin would later consider to be a very weird turn.

Everyone knew that Justin was gay. He wasn't one to hide himself, no matter what that term entailed. He wore who he was proudly, and that included his sexuality. To him, it wasn't the sum total of who he was. He was an honor student, a gifted artist, a young man with a bright future, and heir to two fortunes.

Basically, Justin never thought a little thing like who he fucked would ever factor into his existence beyond getting laid. That wasn't the case for Chris Hobbs.

Dragging Justin into the darkest corner of the small room, Chris began to fumble with Justin's clothes before the blond could register what was really happening. When Justin stopped him, Chris became enraged. He began spewing all manner of hate towards him, but Justin was never one to take an insult without giving one back. So Justin taunted the young jock, until Chris finally admitted aloud that he was bisexual. Then he went on to press his advantage with Justin again, who knew by then that Craig and Chris' father were in talks about an arranged marriage between him and Justin's sister Molly. Justin told him that when everything was done- if they decided that Chris and Molly weren't a good fit- then he would deal with Chris in the manner the he was begging for. But until then, Justin wasn't going to fuck or be fucked by Chris Hobbs.

Before he could get Chris to verbally agree, the outside door to the equipment room opened and Dixon was calling for them. Justin pushed Chris out of the room hastily to distract the bastard teacher, giving Chris the chance to straighen his clothes. The last thing either of them needed was for the football coach to catch on of his star players in a state of undress that wasn't easily explained away. Even though Justin had never betrayed Chris' confidence, Hobbs decided to make Justin's life a living hell all the way through senior year. Justin knew that it wasn't only embarrassment over almost having been caught by Dixon, but also Chris' version of a temper tantrum at having been denied what he wanted from Justin.

Unfortunately their fathers agreed to the arranged marriage between Chris and Molly, which was definitely NOT to the young girl's benefit at all. Justin tried repeatedly to talk Craig Taylor out of it, which often gained him a slap or two or twenty-six along with several lectures about obedience in the process. Each time Molly had come back from being forced out with Chris, she was withdrawn and angry. Justin tried his best to console her, telling her that they would get her out of the nightmare she was trapped in somehow. Each knew his sister was doing her best to believe him, but she was slowly sinking into despair at her reality until Justin could make good on his promise.

He didn't have much time at all. The marriage was to take place only three days after she had graduated high school. She wasn't even allowed to apply for college despite her high GPA, and numerous scholarship offers to Ivy League schools. According to Craig Taylor, Molly didn't need an education since her only job was to birth the next Hobbs' heir and a spare. To him, and many other men within their social set in reference to women, her only value was between her legs.

Both Justin and Jennifer were horrified and appalled by Craig's actions and opinions of his daughter. They continued to everything they could think of to extricate Molly from the situation her callous, greedy father had put her in. But to no avail. The situation had come to a head right after Molly's ceremony of matrimonial slavery. And neither could be sorry about the end result.

Justin had been trying the entire morning to get her away from the house, before her father came looking for her. Craig Taylor had taken extra precautions to ensure that Molly would be at the altar, and had blocked both Jennifer and Justin from seeing the bride until she arrived at the church. Craig escorted a weeping Molly down the aisle as he squeezed her hand tightly, advising her to shut the fuck up and do her duty. He almost gleefully told her that he was getting a quarter of a million dollars for selling her to the highest bidder, and that no amount of sniveling was going to ruin it for him. Molly began to cry harder at her father's admissions, while he kept the smile plastered on his face.

All during the wedding ceremony, Jennifer and Justin had been kept at a distance. They had tried to stand up for Molly when it was time to protest the nuptials, but Craig had his goons standing close by and they were promptly escorted out of the church. Once they were declared man and wife, Chris took a firm hold of Molly, bypassing all of the well-wishers and ushered her into the limo. Jennifer had sent Justin along to head them off, knowing that Craig had arranged for the deflowering of his daughter before the reception began. He wasn't leaving anything to chance so that the Hobbs family could back out and declare an annulment.

As Justin and Daryl hid in one of the closets at the Hobbs' estate, they could hear Molly screaming even as the limo drove up the long winding road to the main house. He wanted nothing more than to go to her as he stayed in his hiding place, being assaulted by the sound of her cries for help. Within the enclosed space, it was hard for both Justin and Darryl to hear the accompanying sounds of blows being delivered to her body, as well as the material of her wedding gown being ripped in the distance. When he heard a door slam down the hall, Justin raced out of his hiding place ahead of his bodyguard looking for anything that would stop Chris assault on his sister. The room next to the closed door provided Justin with the perfect item.

Gripping it tightly, he moved toward the room, constantly listening for the impending arrival of the clueless revelers for the reception. Justin inched closer and closer to the blood-curdling sounds, until he finally reached the door. Twisting the doorknob, he found that it was locked from the inside. Justin directed Daryl to move to the other side of the doorjamb. While hiding in the tight space of the closet, Justin told him that above all he was to get Molly out of there, and leave him behind to deal with Chris.

Although Daryl had nodded his acquiescence, Justin knew that Daryl would do right by both Molly AND him. Refocusing his attention, Justin pretended to be one of the servants, scratching at the door softly and affecting an accent that Chris would buy. Justin heard the young man shout in protest at the interruption, cursing loudly at his whore of a wife while threatening to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to stand at the reception. After one final yell and confirmation that Chris was on his way to the bedroom door, Justin gripped the Louisville Slugger even tighter in his hand. Daryl crouched down in a ready position, prepared for anything that Hobbs would possibly do once he saw who was at the door.

The door creaked open a fraction of an inch before Justin and Daryl crashed through it, knocking Chris down to the floor. Justin wasted no time employing the bat to every corner, and crevice of Chris Hobbs' body as Daryl rescued Molly. Deafening screams of horror and pain filled the air, as Justin kept hitting Chris with the bat. Blind rage consumed him as he thought of every time Molly had been made to beg, and cry, and plead for mercy. He thought of his father and his dastardly machinations, all for the sake of fucking money; for the helplessness he felt in not being able to protect her from the piece of shit, who was squirming at first, but then laid still on the hardwood floor.

After getting Molly to safety, Daryl had come back in time to stop Justin from making the final blow that would have ended Chris Hobbs' miserable life. In haste, Daryl picked the bloodied man up from the floor, even as Justin stopped to take a look around the space. What he saw caused his mouth to drop in shock, and then rage. The only piece of furniture in the room was a St. Andrews cross. It didn't take much imagination to know what Chris intentions were, or what he had been doing when Justin and Daryl had interrupted him.

Justin had made a decision right then that would change destiny for them all, most especially Craig Taylor.

Bringing himself back to the present, Justin entered the house. He wasn't surprised to see the foyer or many other rooms in disarray. It was apparent that the physical altercation between Kitty and Craig had been violent this time. The blood splatter on the walls looked fairly fresh, as if someone had taken blood red paint and smeared it. In all the time that Kitty and Craig had been together, Justin couldn't remembering things getting that bad between them.

He continued to look around the downstairs, going from room to room. He kept hoping that somehow he was seeing things, or that his over-active mind was playing tricks on him. The continual knocking from the cellar door confirmed it wasn't. The house looked more like a crime scene, than it did the million dollar house it was. More accurately, the entire place looked like they were on location of a horror movie. 

But no, this is what another one of Craig Taylor's toxic relationships have been reduced to; a pile of expensive rubble.

"Daryl, let Kitty out of there. Maggie, go with him. She's going to need medical attention again. Try to talk her into pressing charges. Tell her if she doesn't this time, she's fired and evicted. To stay with Craig would means she's stupid, and I don't have time for stupid people. Daryl, after you let her out, meet me upstairs in the office. It's time Craig and I had a little chat."

"Justin, a word of caution..." Mark began, only to be cut off in a deadly serious tone by his boss.

"The time for caution is past, Mark. Next time, he's going to kill her. How would that be for publicity?" Justin asked sarcastically, as he moved passed his assistant, knowing exactly where he was going.

The further into the house they moved, the worse the scenes became. Lamps and other expensive furnishings were either turned over, broken or stained. The custom made mirror at the end of the long hallway, looked as if a body had gone through it. Justin had never seen so much carnage in one house, even while living with Craig for the many years he was married to Jennifer. He was never more thankful Jennifer had filed for divorce after hearing everything that happened with Molly; saved herself from this type of fate.

Now it was time to save Kitty...whether she wanted to be saved or not.

Entering the office with Mark on his heels and Daryl just alighting onto the stair landing, Justin looked around taking in the appearance of the office. It was the only place in the entire house which remained perfectly in tact. The neatly lined bookshelves, full of priceless tomes and artifacts, still looked as it did the last time he had visited. The air was smoky, the room well lit. it wasn't hard to see that the room was well lived in, and diligently taken care of.

Craig was stretched out on the couch, a tumbler in one hand the Times in the other. Although he looked as if this was any other morning and he was just simply reading the paper, the light snore emitting from his open mouth told a different story. Justin walked over to the sleeping man, taking in every ounce of the man he used to call Dad. He was unshaven and his clothes unkempt; the stench of alcohol coming through his pores was strong enough to fell an elephant. Even his reading glasses looked drunk, hanging off of a nose whose veins were beginning to protrude through the skin.

Justin knew an alcoholic when he saw one, but this was something more than just drinking.

Justin raised his hand, then extended it in a whip-sharp downward motion. The loud slap resonated throughout the otherwise silent room. "Wake the fuck up!" he yelled, watching in satisfaction as the older Taylor's head snapped back, and he fumbled around to keep himself from falling sideways off the couch.

"What the....What the fuck are you doing here, Justin?!" Craig stuttered, before really registering that he had been slapped out of his slumber.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing here, Dad?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine by me," Justin shrugged. "I was only trying to be somewhat pleasant, but I'm sure I can come up with the appropriate name for what you really are. Hmm, got it! You're a FUCKING DISGRACE! There. Better?  I think so. Well I also think that it's time that you either clean up your shit, or get the fuck out!"

Craig wiped the wetness from the side of his mouth with his shirtsleeve as Justin looked on in disgust. Curling his lip in his pansy assed son's direction, he asked, "What the fuck are you going to do about it, huh Justin? Toss me out? You don't have the fucking balls to threaten me, let alone make good on it."

Justin reined in his temper. He would like nothing better than to toss Craig's ass out of the fucking window, not even checking afterward to see if his ass hit the concrete right. But Mark's words played themselves over in his head at that moment, and although Justin would fight internally against every inclination to kill Craig, it didn't mean that he would let Craig win. "Hand me your firearm, Daryl," Justin said calmly.

"Jus-"

"Quiet, Mark. Not. One. Fucking. Word. Craig here keeps insisting that I am a pussy. Well we will see which one of us is more likely to get fucked right now." He turned just as Daryl unholstered his gun, placing it gently in the palm of Justin's hand.

Justin looked at the silver Smith and Wesson, marveling at its weight and smooth texture. It wasn't the first time he'd held a gun, nor would it be the last. However, he could appreciate a quality weapon when he felt one. Removing the safety, Justin placed the gun on the coffee table between Craig and himself.

"What the fuck is the meaning of this, Justin?" Craig looked from his son back to the gun set before him.

"Put it in your mouth and pull the fucking trigger, Craig. Since you are determined to kill yourself, why not do us all a favor and make it quick. I have businesses to run, and no longer have time for your childish games."

"Fuck you, Justin," Craig screamed at him.

"No, Craig," Justin stated calmly. "You're not my type. You see I like MEN, not little fucking boys who think they are. You think you can run roughshod over anyone who doesn't get with your program, don't you? Well you son-of-a-bitch, I'm NOT Kitty! You will not continue to try to fuck me over, because the next time you try, I will personally put a bullet in you."

"You're bluffing! You don't have the--" the rest of the sentence was cut off as the barrel of the gun placed in his mouth.

Justin's eyes narrowed at Craig, seriously enjoying the look of surprise and horror in the blue eyes so like his own. He held the gun steady even as he watched the sweat begin to break out on Craig's forehead. Justin leaned in closer as he cocked the hammer on the gun, loving the sharp inhale of breath Craig took as he realized how easy it would be for Justin to pull the trigger and blow his brains out. "Careful, Craig. You really have no idea what I have the balls to do, or how big they really are.

"There are two things that I've come to tell you though: You're fired, that's number one. Your ONLY job was to make a success of the small franchise I created for you, and you couldn't even do that. The second thing is, you are banned from all of Taylor Properties and that includes this house. If you set foot on one centimeter of land I OWN, you will not only be arrested, but convicted of trespassing. I'm through funneling money into the bottomless pit called Craig Taylor. Whatever you have in the bank, find a way to grow it because that's the last red cent you will ever get out of me."

"YoucantdothisJussinKittywon'tleyou" Craig mumbled around the barrel of the gun.

"Huh? I can't understand you. Speak up," Justin said, laughing at the look of desperation in Craig's eyes at being told to repeat himself. With a last chuckle he said, "I guess I should stop you from playing tonsil-hockey with the barrel now." Carefully Justin removed the gun, but not before allowing the silver weapon to clang against some of Craig's teeth.

Craig covered his mouth in pain the moment Justin freed the gun from his oral cavity. He threw a murderous look at his son, who stood boldly before him, daring him to say anything derogatory to him. That was always a source of contention between he and Justin. No matter how many beatings he dished out to the young blond, Justin would stare stoically back at him, willing himself not to cry. Craig, in his anger, would always punch Justin harder and still Justin wouldn't bow down to his wishes.

Since becoming CEO of both family fortunes, Justin was even more implacable and impervious to Craig's machinations. There seemed to be no way to bring his son to heel. He couldn't even use the two women in Justin's life that the young man would do anything for! Jennifer and Molly had taken great delight in disabusing any remaining illusions of control Craig thought he had; a situation that Craig would be hard-pressed to forget anytime soon...

At Justin's impatient kick to Craig's foot, he repeated what he'd been driven to protest around the barrel of a gun. "You can't do this, Justin. Kitty won't allow me to be tossed out like yesterday's trash. She loves me."

Justin laughed. "That was her mistake, and apparently yours too. You see, although this house is in Kitty's name, I pay her salary. How is she going to afford the mortgage on this place without a job? And since Mom owns the mortgage that Kitty is using, I doubt that she'll grant your EX-girlfriend an extension since it means that you will still be living here. I want you gone within an hour. And don't bother looking for Ms. Kitty. She's on her way to the hospital, and then the precinct to put in a restraining order against you. The same will be filed in Pittsburgh, and wherever our offices are. So gather your belongings and get the fuck out! Officer Haynes, who is downstairs, will be more than happy to drop you wherever you want to go."

"Where the fuck am I supposed to live, Justin?!"

"I don't give a fuck, Craig, but it won't be here." And with that Justin, Mark and Daryl filed out of the room, leaving Craig to stew in his own hatred.

Justin might have decided to be merciful on the way over, but that had evaporated once Justin had seen the house. He didn't even need to see Kitty to know just how badly she was beaten up. He sighed, thinking, It's time to hire another buyer.