Brian was grateful to shake the last hand of the account executives and stand back as Sam escorted them out of the conference room. It had been a long meeting but in the end they had been assured of a chance to pitch for the account. It would be a multi-million dollar account. “Not bad for a day’s work,” Sam said smiling. Brian returned the smile, “No, not bad at all.” Things had been a little awkward between them the last week. Brian had done his best to stay out of Sam’s way. Brian had to give Sam credit. Sam had given him his space. Brian stood with his hands in his pockets looking out the windows. The conference room gave a great view of Pittsburgh’s business and financial district. The view always seemed to impress potential clients. Brian knew he and Sam needed to talk. The last few days at the loft he had a chance to really think. And the more he thought the more he knew he wouldn’t be returning to live with Sam. It didn’t have anything to do with tricking. Although, he been out to Woody's with Michael, Emmett and Ted he hadn't fucked anyone since Justin. He was leaving Sam because what ever it was that had drawn him into a relationship with Sam had withered away. The only thing he felt for Sam now was a lingering sense of friendship. The only relationship he wanted with Sam was a business one. Brian idly wondered what Justin was doing right now. He hadn’t had a chance to touch base with him today. His schedule had been filled all day. He had only been able to send Justin an e-mail this morning before he was pulled into his first meeting. His lips quirked up in a little smile just thinking about the beautiful blonde. “What brings a smile to your lips?” Sam asked as he walked to stand by Brian. Brian shrugged, “Thinking about work.” He paused for a few moments. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him. He knew they needed to get this over with…the end of their relationship. He also knew it wasn’t something he wanted to do at the office. He figured he could take care of two things at once. He needed to stop by the house to pick up more clothes. He could have his talk with Sam then. It would be best to handle this away from the office. There would be enough office gossip once it got around that they were no longer a couple. “Are you busy Sunday evening?” Brian asked. Sam tried to hide his surprise, “Ah, no. As a matter of fact I have no plans for the weekend.” “Mind if I come over? We need to talk. Get a few things settled.” Sam couldn’t determine if this was good or bad by Brian’s bland tone. He speculated if Brian wanted to talk it couldn’t be too bad. Maybe Brian wanted to come back and didn’t know how to ask without losing his pride. Sam felt a small smirk lifting the corners of his lips. He’d take Brian back gladly but he was going to make sure Brian groveled. “I’m free tonight and Saturday,” Sam said hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “I’m trying to put the finishing touches on the Premiere Clothing account. I’m going to be busy most of tonight and Saturday. Sam tried to hide his disappointment. It leaked out in his voice. “Oh, well I know how important that account is to you. Sunday will be fine. I’ll cook dinner.” “I don’t want to put you through any trouble,” Brian said. “Oh, it’s no trouble. What time can I expect you?” “I promised Gus I’d spend Sunday with him so maybe later in the evening around six o’clock. Will that work?” “That will be fine. How is Gus?” Brian was a little startled that Sam asked about Gus. He had learned after he and Sam were in a relationship that Sam wasn’t really comfortable around kids. He had to admit Sam did try to make an effort with Gus, but it wasn’t easy for him. “Gus is fine. I’ll probably take him to the Kidz Place. “Well, I’m sure he will enjoy that.” Sam couldn’t help himself he had to touch Brian. He brushed a hand across Brian’s shoulders and let his hand drift to rest casually on Brian's arm. “I’m looking forward to seeing you Sunday.” Brian gave him a guarded smile, “I’ll see you then.” He looked at his watch and stepped away from Sam's touch. “I have to go. I need to meet with Justin.” He turned towards the door. “Brian," Sam hesitated not sure how to broach the subject, "about Justin...” “What about Justin?” Brian asked calmly. “There are those in the art department, the more seasoned artists, that are a little angry that a new hire has gotten a promotion ahead of them. It’s not very good for morale. “Well, those employees can come an voice their opinions with me. I don’t have to explain my actions to an employee and I’m not going to on this matter. I’ve chosen Justin and that is the end of it. Anyone that has a problem with it can see me.” “Brian I don’t think that’s the right attitude to have about this matter.” He would have said more but he clamped his mouth together when he saw the warning flash in Brian’s glance to him. “Sam when have you cared what the employees have had to say. If you are so concerned about the morale in the art department why don’t you select one of the *seasoned* employees to be the main artist on all of your accounts. My decision concerning Justin is not up for discussion.” Sam was smart enough to know not to push Brian any further. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “As you wish.” Brian nodded. “Until Sunday.” Brian walked out of the conference room. He didn’t see the cold calculating look that came into Sam’s eyes. Sam tapped his fingers on the conference table. Maybe he needed to pay a little more attention to what was going on between Brian and the little piece of Blonde Boy Ass in the art department. ----------------------------------- Justin leaned back in his chair and rubbed the tension out of the back of his neck. He gave the visual presentation he’d been working on another critical glance and finally please with it pressed save. Justin swiveled in his chair to look out the window of his office. The week had been hectic. Iris had been right. Brian was a relentless taskmaster and a perfectionist. They had spent the week working on the Premiere Clothing account. The presentation was due Monday morning. It had been nothing for them to stay at the office until 9 or 10 at night going over ideas and visuals. Justin found the work exciting, exhilarating and frankly he had to admit, exhausting. The last three nights he’d spent in Brian’s office working on the presentation with him. They had begun a pattern. They would work until about 7:00 p.m. order dinner from one of the take places and work around dinner. Some nights even Cynthia stayed but mostly it was the two of them. For some reason after the Monday night he’d spent at the loft with Brian and Gus they hadn’t gone back to the loft to work nor had they fucked again. Justin wanted to ask Brian if their relationship was strictly business now, but he was afraid of the answer. He certainly hoped that they could integrate an intimate, as well as, a professional relationship in to their lives but he wasn’t going to push. He had a great job, great co-workers, great benefits with a great salary and although Sam was a pain in the ass he loved working for Brian. It was hard not letting on to Brian how badly he still wanted him. He was amazed how quickly Brian could push their physical relationship aside. They had spent most of Monday night fucking on the fur rug in the living room of the loft while Gus slept peacefully in the bedroom. It had been amazing. Brian was amazing. Justin had never met a man with the stamina and inventiveness for fucking. Justin had lost count of the number of times they had fucked. And if he was the master at blowjobs Brian was the master of rimming. Justin was amazed they hadn’t woken Gus up with their loud moans, groans and shouts of pleasure. He was amazed that he could walk the next day. He wanted to broach the subject of fucking Brian but he had decided to wait for another time. If he’d known Brian would give him the could shoulder after Monday night he would have brought the subject up then. Well, he thought, it was too late to worry about it now. Tuesday morning Brian had dropped him off at his apartment on his way to take Gus to his mother’s. That was it. Once he got to work he got a message from Cynthia telling him Brian was in meetings until 1:00 p.m. and to be in his office at 2:00 p.m. He arrived in Brian office at 2:00 p.m. and it had been strictly business. Brian never mentioned Monday night. Justin thought it was best that he followed Brian’s lead. Brian spent Tuesday going over the accounts he was working on and what he expected from Justin. They had spent the rest of the day working on the Premiere Clothing account. Brian had even given up his chair so Justin could sit at his computer and show him a few of his art ideas. It had been hard to concentrate with Brian leaning over his shoulder. His expensive cologne filling Justin’s nostrils, his warm breath tingling against Justin’s ear. At times Justin had gotten hard just from their closeness. He hoped at those times that Brian hadn’t notice. He hadn’t run into Sam since Monday. He didn’t know if Brian had spoken to him or not. All he knew was that Sam had kept his distance and for that he was thankful. Justin looked at the clock. It was a little after 5:30 p.m. He knew most of the staff would be leaving for the day. He doubted very seriously if he would. Although he hadn’t seen Brian today he had sent Justin an e-mail stating that they would go over the Premiere Clothing presentation today. He didn’t give Justin a time. Justin had called Cynthia to inquire and all she could tell him was that Brian and Sam were in meetings most of the day so it would probably be the end of the day. Justin stood up and stretched. He worked the kinks out of his muscles and moved from behind his desk. “Hey, Justin a group of us are going to Moose Trap Lodge. You want to hang?” Iris asked. “No, thanks Iris. I’m working over time tonight.” Iris stepped in his office. “I told you how it would be working for Brian. Don’t worry, when you land the account it will certainly be worth it.” Iris looked at the clock. “Well, I gotta go. Maybe you and that cute little girlfriend of yours can go out with us next weekend,” Iris said hopefully. “I’ll ask her.” Justin promised. With a wave Iris left. Justin leaned back against his desk trying to decide what to do. He guessed he could call Brian and ask what time they were meeting or he could just grab his things and head to Brian’s office. He shut his computer down and gathered his things. Going to Brian’s office seemed like the most plausible thing to do. “Leaving?” Justin was startled. He quickly turned around. He hadn’t heard him come up. He gave Brian a slight smile. “I was actually headed to your office.” Brian leaned casually against the door. Although it was Friday and casual day Brian was dressed in a suit and tie. Justin knew he had been in meetings most of the day. It always amazed Justin how good Brian looked even at the end of the day. Brian took in Justin in his fitted jeans and blue button down shirt that brought out his eyes. His blonde hair seemed to glow under the florescent lights. Justin reminded Brian of a highschool kid. He was glad that Justin wasn't a kid. He let his eyes rake over Justin's lithe frame. Justin looked hot and sexy in that casual way of his. Brian realized Justin had the natuarl good looks that didn’t require much for him to look good. He’d look good in a burlap sack. “So, you aren’t going to hang with out at Mouse Trap Lodge?” Brian teased. Justin gave a short laugh and wrinkled his nose, “I have the impression it’s the quintessential hetero watering hole.” “And you are right,” Brian said. “After we finish tonight I’m going to grab a couple of movies and order Pizza. Will we be working long tonight and tomorrow?” Brian shrugged, “Nah, I thought we’d call it an early night. I’ve been in meetings all day and my brain needs a rest.” “Oh,” Justin wasn’t sure what to say. He had been looking forward to spending a few hours with Brian even if it was work related. Brian didn’t seem in a hurry to move away from the door. He was wondering what was going through Brian’s mind. Brian wasn’t sure what to say next either. He had promised himself that he would cut all intimate ties with Justin. That it would be best if they had a strictly professional relationship. For the last few days he had fought his intense desire to touch Justin. Yet, he found himself spending long hours working late just to be close to him. He knew something had to give. Brian let out a sigh and pushed himself from the door. “Well, if all you are going to do tonight is order pizza and movies…I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight. Maybe have a few beers. We can pick up some movies on the way and order pizza at my place. “You want to work on the campaign at your place?” Justin asked to clarify things. “No, I don’t want to work tonight at all.” Justin’s lips pursed in a silent *Oh.* “So, what do you say?” Justin didn’t even try to hide the smile that crept over his lips, “Sounds good. This is just for tonight?” Brian gave a devilish smile, “Well, maybe tomorrow we can go over the account. Maybe even drop by Woody’s and meet up with Michael and the guys. And if you are still interested I did promise Gus that I’d bring you by to draw pictures with him. That is, of course, if you don’t have any plans.” “I don’t have any plans. I need to stop by my place and pick up a few things for the weekend.” Justin paused for a few minutes. “Brian what are we doing…I mean don't get me wrong I'm not looking for a long term relationship but I just need to know what this," he gestured to them, "what are we doing here? Am I your piece on the side, a weekend thing? I guess I just need to know where I stand in your life.” Brian walked in Justin’s office and shut his door. He leaned back against the closed door and looked up at the ceiling. “Justin I don’t know what’s going on in my life right now. I’ve been in a relationship with Sam for over four years. I’m not going to say it has been perfect but it was pretty good. I’ll admit that things with Sam and I are falling apart. I guess that much is apparent to you.” Brian raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t say I’m ready for a permanent relationship with someone else. I mean I’m just ending one. I don’t think I’m ready to jump into another one.” “So, what do you want me to be? Your fuck buddy?” Brian locked eyes with Justin, “Yeah that…but also my friend, someone I can talk with, spend time with. I like you Justin. I'd like a chance to get to know you. Perhaps we can just take it a day at a time. I mean at work we have to be a little circumspect but I’d like to get a chance to see where this thing between us goes. I can’t make any promises right now and I'm not asking you to stop seeing other people if that's what you want. I just think we are good together. I thought you felt the same. I'd like a chance to explore that. That’s all I have to offer. Is it enough?” Enough? Was he crazy? That was more than Justin thought he’d offer. Justin understood Brian was coming out of a long relationship and would need some time to sort things out. He was willing to give him that time, especially since Brian wanted to explore what ever it was that was brewing between them. For now he could accept that. Justin tried for the nonchalant shrug although he doubted he pulled it off. “Okay, that’s fine with me. Right now I'm not looking for anything serious. I only have one request.” Brian lifted an eyebrow and patiently waited. “If you decide to go back to Sam I want to know. I don’t want to hear about it through the grapevine.” “Fair enough. Is that all? It’s been a long day and I want to get the fuck out of this office.” “Yeah,” Justin lifted his satchel over his shoulder, “that’s it for now.” Brian opened the door. “Good. Let’s go, Blondie. The weekend awaits.” Justin laughed as he followed Brian out the door. ----------------------------- They stood on the sidewalk outside the bar. Men had to maneuver around them to enter Woody's. Justin had to practically push Brian to come out tonight. He was quickly learning if Brian had his way he’d spend all his spare time fucking. As much as he wanted to meet Brian’s friends he was also a little anxious. He wanted them to like him. They were Brian friends. He could tell by the way Brian talked about them that they were important to him. He hoped he was dressed okay. He had chosen a simple pair of cargo pants that hugged his ass and blue t-shirt that drew attention to his lithe upper body and reflected the blue in his eyes. Daphne had always told him he looked hot in the shirt. Of course, she would say that since she gave it to him as a birthday gift. Brian was wearing what Justin was affectionately beginning to think of as his fuck wear. A fitted silk t-shirt that clung to his sculpted chest, a pair of designer jeans that emphasized his impossibly long legs and his Prada boots. Justin took a deep breath and stared at the entrance of Woody’s. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin from behind bringing Justin’s body flush with his. Brian laid his chin on Justin's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "You don’t have to do this. We could always go back to the loft and have another fuckathon." Justin smiled thinking about the all night and all day fuckathon they had indulged in. They still hadn’t watched the movies they had rented last night. They had barely finished their pizza and beer before they were both tearing each others clothes off. Justin let the pleasant memories fill him as he leaned heavily into Brian’s long body. Justin reached up his hands gripped Brian's arms. He was thankful that Brian was trying to give him a way out of meeting his friends. He tilted his head to the side to look at Brian. "I want to meet your friends. You said they were expecting you. Besides, my ass needs a little rest,” he teased. “We can fuck later." Brian let out a dramatic sigh, "Okay, if you insist we can go inside. Don't say I didn't warn you about my friends." He didn’t know how the guys would respond to Justin. He still cringed every time he thought of the two occasions he had brought Sam to Woody’s. They had been a disaster. Sam had begged Brian to introduce him to the guys and he had finally given in and did it. The only word to describe both encounters was disaster. On the first meeting Sam took an immediate dislike to Emmett. He said he was too flamboyant. Actually he took an immediate dislike to Ted, Mikey and Ben, too. He said Ted was pathetic chasing after men he could never hope to attract. Sam claimed Mikey was too attached to Brian and too needy. Sam disagreed with Ben’s philosophy on everything. Brian didn’t know why, but a few months later he attempted to get them together again. He foolishly wanted Sam and his friends to get along. Sam had promised not to insult or argue with the guys. He kept his promise. He was quiet most of the night and acted as if he couldn’t wait to escape their company. When he did add something to the conversation he had been barely civil to Michael, Ted and Ben. Brian had to finally accepted the fact that Sam and his friends would never get along. He reminded himself that Justin wasn’t Sam. Brian led the way into Woody's. He saw the gang at the pool table as soon as he and Justin stopped at the bar. He ordered two beers. "Do you see them?" Justin asked as he took in the surroundings. Brian picked up their beers. He handed one to Justin as he pointed to the pool table with his beer. "Yeah, they are at the pool table. The cute, short, dark haired guy is Michael, my best friend. He owns a comic book store. The blond body builder is his partner, Ben. He's a college professor." Brian raised his beer to his lips and took a sip before he continued, "The bland guy is Ted. He's an accountant. And last, but not least, the tall flaming one is Emmett,” Brian paused as he thought about all Emmett's past jobs. "Right now he has a catering business." Justin watched as the group laughed and kidded each other. They were doing more laughing and talking than shooting pool. Justin sipped his beer and looked around the bar. Woody's reminded him of the Gay bar he used to frequent while at Dartmouth. He watched as guy after guy cruised Brian. One man was bold enough to saunter up to Brian and give him the eye. "Not interested," Brian said and turned to face the bar. Justin was getting his own share of attention. Many men were vying for his attention. They were hot and attractive. He knew that if he wasn’t with Brian he would certainly be giving a few of these guys the green light. His eyes roamed over the guys checking him out. He inwardly shuddered as a big bear in leather gave him the once over and winked at him. Justin turned around to face the bar. The Bear inched close to Justin. “Hey, Blondie. Can I buy you a drink?” Brian cut his eyes in the direction of the Bear, “Fuck off," he ordered. The Bear sized Brian up. He shrugged, “No problem.” Justin gave him a grateful smile. Brian removed his arm, "Come on let's get this over with.” Justin seemed a little reluctant to move. Brian casually threw his arm around Justin's shoulder and whispered to him, "Just relax. My friends will like you." Brian pulled him away from the bar. “Just remember it was your idea to come here tonight. I wanted to stay at the loft and fuck." Justin laughed as he followed behind Brian. "You've fucked enough today." "When it comes to fucking there is no such thing as enough." "I'll remember that,” Justin promised. Justin followed Brian to the pool table. "Ladies," Brian called as he neared them. "I see you are all here." Michael walked up and kissed Brian on the lips. "It's about time you got here. What the fuck took you so long?" Michael griped. "I was busy,” Brian answered as he leaned on the pole near the pool table. Justin hung behind him. "I can imagine what you were busy doing," Ted smirked. Brian reached around and pulled Justin forward. This was Justin’s idea and he wasn’t about to let Justin hide behind him. "Ladies this is Justin. Justin these are the ladies." Brian turned to Ted. “Ted, this is who I was *busy doing,” he bragged. Justin gave Brian a playfully punch in the arm. “Be nice.” He turned to the group, "Hey." "Well, well. Where did you get this little bubble butt cutie from?" Emmett asked. "Justin works at my company." "I see you haven't learned," Michael admonished as he cut an accusing eye at Justin. "I thought Kip had taught you a lesson." Brian's jaw tightened from the admonishment. "Thank you for reminding me Mikey," Brian said snidely. "This isn't the same situation." Justin looked up at him, "Am I missing something?" "Yeah. I'll fill you in when we get back to the loft." "Robbing the cradle now, Bri?" Ted teased. "Why? Jealous?" Brian taunted. "Frankly, yes," Ted admitted truthfully. That seemed to alleviate a little of the tension as everyone laughed. Everyone but Michael. Ben reached forward and extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Ben." Justin shook the offered hand. "No need for further introduction ladies. I've already told him who you are." "Well, come closer," Emmett urged, "Let's get a look at you.” Justin walked closer. “How did a young, innocent, beautiful thing like you get hooked up with Brian?" Brian's long lean body straightened from the pole. He pulled Justin away from Emmett. "He was just lucky." He said. "Em go grope another guy this one's taken." Emmett pursed his lips playfully, “Ohh. I see someone isn’t sharing.” "Does, Sam know about him?" Michael asked. A hush fell over the small group of men. Justin felt Brian's body stiffen behind him. "I don't need to clear my social life with Sam," Brian bit out. Michael raked his eyes over Justin. “I just thought it a little unusual for you to bring one of your *tricks* with you tonight. Does he know about Sam.?” Brian’s jaw tightened. He clenched his jaw. “Justin is not one of my *tricks.* He’s a friend and I expect him to be treated as such. And although it is none of your business, he knows about Sam. Justin and I don’t have any secrets. Now, let’s drop this. I came to have a few drinks and shoot some pool.” Michael wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “He’s a little young.” Justin decided it was time for him to enter the conversation. “I’m much older than I look and I assure you I’m not too young for Brian.” Mikey frowned and mumble something. Justin could tell he wasn’t happy. Ben pulled him to the side and whispered something in his ear. Mikey pouted but he didn’t say anything else. Ted took the hint and quickly changed the subject. "Well, Justin it's nice to meet you. We’re glad you could join us. Isn’t that right guys.” A few sincere acknowledgements followed. Justin noticed Michael hadn’t said anything. He had stubbornly crossed his arms and frowned. Justin realized quickly that Michael wasn’t pleased with him being there with Brian. “So, Justin, are you any good at pool?" Emmett asked. "I played a little." Brian gave Justin a squeezed as he moved to the pool table. He picked up a pool stick. "Well, we came to play pool so let's play." Justin thought the rest of the night went pretty well. Emmett and Ted went out of their way to make him feel welcome and to make up for Michael’s cold treatment of him that lasted most of the night. Justin realized that the guys seemed to look up to and respect Brian. Especially, Michael. Michael seemed to do more than just look up to Brian. He had a major hard on for Brian in the worst way. Justin caught Michael staring at him and cutting his eyes at him several times during the night. Other than dealing with Michael shooting daggers at him with his eyes, Justin really liked the gang. Ben was a little boring and staid but he was a great guy. Ted had a dry sense of humor, yet he was the first one to jump in when there was a little tension and try to ease it. He just needed to have a little more confidence in himself. Emmett was his favorite. He was funny, quirky and his flame certainly burned bright. It was Mikey that worried him the most. Justin realized he hadn't made a favorable impression on him. Michael was determined to dislike him and he barely said a few civil words to Justin most of the night. Still, Michael didn't ruin the evening. Brian was constantly at his side giving him support and he enjoyed the company of Emmett, Ted and Ben. ------------------------- It was after 2:00 in the morning when they walked into the loft. Brian set the alarm. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. “Want something to drink?” He asked as he pulled a beer from the fridge. “Nah,” Justin answered as he slipped off his shoes and walked over to the window. Brian walked up behind him and pulled Brian into his body. “The guys liked you.” “I liked them…Michael didn’t seem to like me very much. He must be disappointed that you and Sam are breaking up?” Brian took a sip of his beer. “Mikey doesn’t know I’m breaking up with Sam. So, far you are the first person I’ve told. I’ll probably tell Lindsey and Mel tomorrow, then at dinner I’ll tell the family.” Justin didn’t know why but he felt special knowing that Brian had shared his break up with Sam with him first. “Are Michael and Sam good friends?” Brian laughed at the idea. ”Mikey and Sam aren’t friends. To be exact Mikey hates Sam and I can assure you as far as Sam is concerned the feeling is mutual.” “Hmm,” Justin said. He had tried to figure out most of the night why Michael seemed to immediately dislike him. Brian had shot all his reasons down. Brian seemed to read his mind. “If you are trying to figure out why Michael seemed to dislike you, let it go. Mikey and I have been friends for years. Many years. If it wasn’t for Mikey, Deb and Uncle Vic, I don’t know how I would have survived my childhood. I guess over the years Mikey has become used to being the man that has top priority in my life. When we were just beginning to hang out things were great. I wasn’t into relationships.” Brian smirked thinking about his one fuck only policy. “To be exact I couldn’t tell you the names or number of men I’ve fucked. Then I met Sam. We clicked. He seemed to offer me something I *thought* I wanted. It was difficult for Michael to adjust to a man being in my life that I care about. Other than Sam you are the only man I’ve introduced to the gang as a friend. You are the only person I’ve brought to hang out with me that the guys actually liked.” “What about Sam?” Brian snorted, “Sam and the guys didn’t get along well. It became clear very quickly that it was best to keep my friends and Sam separate.” Justin turned around in Brian’s arms. He could feel the cold beer bottle pressed against his spine. “If Sam and I are the only men you’ve introduced to your friends then I guess I must be more than a *fuck buddy.*” Brian pulled Justin closer to him. Their thighs touched. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over Justin’s ear. He felt the ripple of pleasure course through Justin’s body. He felt the beginning hardness pressing against his thigh. “Yeah, I guess you are more than a *fuck buddy.*” Justin rewarded him with a bright smile. Justin’s blue eyes locked with the green-gold eyes staring down at him. “But,” Brian cautioned, “Don’t read a lot into that. I don’t know where I am…mentally or emotionally right now. I don’t know what I can offer you. I’m just breaking off a relationship and I have some mental … maybe even emotional issues to deal with…some not very pleasant. I don’t want to get you caught up in that.” “I can take care of myself,” Justin assured him. “I tried to stay away from you until I’d completely broken things off with Sam, but it didn’t work out that way. I want you to know this, I’m meeting with Sam tomorrow night. I’m going to tell him then that I want to permanently sever all ties to our personal relationship.” Justin’s smile grew broader. “Things may get a little rough and rocky at work. I know Sam. He will try to make, not only my professional life a living hell, but those around me as well. I’ll do all I can to keep the shit from hitting you and Cynthia but I might not be able to deflect everything. You need to know this if you intend to continue…” he didn’t know what to call what was going on with him and Justin. Justin decided to help. “Our friendship,” Justin volunteered. Brian smiled gratefully, “Yeah. If you intend to continue our friendship and work with me I just wanted you to know what to expect. If you want I can tell Sam I’ve decided to use someone else to work on the art for my ads. That could take a little of the heat off you. Or you can resign and I’ll give you a glowing reference. There are countless ad agencies that will jump at the opportunity to get a talented artist like you.” “Like I said, I can take care of myself. I want to continue to work for you.” Brian was pleased with Justin’s decision, although he felt that Justin had no idea what he was getting himself into. “One more thing. No matter how discrete we are eventually Sam will find out that we are…*friends*.” Brian paused. He was dreading this part but he knew it was only fair that he warn Justin. “If you think it’s going to be hard for you as someone that works directly with me, it will be 100 times harder when Sam finds out about our *friendship.* Although, there are no rules at our company about fraternization between employees or bosses, I can assure you Sam will do everything in his power to fire you. If it comes to that I will do everything I can to prevent it but, I might not be able to.” Justin thought seriously about it. “I can accept that.” Brian had saved the worst for last. “And in the event that it comes to a battle over the company. Sam and Ryder have controlling interest in the business. They can override any of my decisions or literally buy me out. And if that happens let me assure you that Sam will black ball you wherever he has contacts.” Brian let that sink in for a moment. “So, do you still want to continue with this? I’ll understand if you want to step away from all this. My offer to recommend you to a few ad agencies still stands.” Justin inched closer to Brian. He tilted his head to stare up in his eyes. “As I said, I want to work with you.” He stressed each word. “If you leave then I’ll reevaluate my employment with RR&K. I don’t think I’d like working at RR&K if you weren’t there.” Justin watched the arrogant smile quirk Brian’s lips. “My decision won't be based on just our personal relationship. The truth is I’ve seen some of Sam’s ad work. Although it’s good it’s not stellar. Plus Sam is a snake. I have personal experience in that regard. Ryder is rarely at the office long enough to know what goes on, plus he is more of an administrator that an advertisng executive. You are the one bringing in the big accounts. It’s your ideas and ads are that winning the awards and bringing the big bucks to RR&K. Everyone knows that. If you left the agency, RR&K would loose some of its status as having one of the best ad men in business and as one of the most successful ad agency in PA. If you leave I’m not interested in hanging around on a sinking ship. I’d rather get out while it’s still afloat.” Brian was momentarily awed, “You have that much confidence in me.” “Yeah,” Justin said firmly. He stretched up to kiss Brian. The kiss was hot and erotic. Brian's tongued thrust in Justin's mouth mimicking the movements of fucking. Brian led Justin to the bed. Their hands were busy roaming each other's body as they fell to the bed in a tangle of muscular arms and legs. Tongues, teeth and lips roamed, flicking licking, kissing, nipping. Hands smoothed over soft skin, firm muscle. Brian quickly put Justin in position tossing his legs over his shoulder. He’d spent most of last night and today f*cking Justin but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Justin was like an addiction. One that he was willing to indulge in over an over. After hurriedly sheathing his dick and preparing Justin with lube he was thrusting in Justin's tight hole. Justin grunted and met him thrust for thrust. Sweat coated their skin, their breathing came in shallow gulps as they both steadily moved toward pleasurable oblivion. The only noise in the loft was the sound of Brian's hips slapping against Justin's ass and the heavy moans and grunts of each man. It was a guttural song of passion and lust. Justin was the first to reach orgasm. His hot seed spurted over his and Brian's stomach. Brian was only seconds behind him. His face contorting in pleasure as he slammed one last time into Justin's tight hole his dick spurting over and over until there was nothing left. Brian collapsed on top of Justin. His breath deep and harsh. He rolled over and brought Justin with him. As he held Justin close to him he realized that Justin was much more than a fuck buddy. Much, much more.