BJ Fic: The Last TIme - Chapter 4 of 8
Banner (and beta) by the ever wonderful such_a_steph
Title: The Last Time - Chapter 4 of 8
Characters: Brian/Justin, Daphne, reference to major & minor canon characters, original characters
Rating: NC-17 (language, sexual situations, sex)
Timeline: Post-513 - Year 2011
Warning: None
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer As Folk are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous Chapters here:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
The Last Time - Chapter 4
April Fool
March 31, 2011
It was inevitable. Even Brian and Justin knew they could not sustain on sex alone. Eventually real life would intervene and they would have to address their life beyond the bedroom, even if it did take them two weeks to get there.
They really hadn’t changed their routine all that much beyond now being able to enjoy each other fully whenever they were so inclined. They managed to keep some appearance of work; Brian retreating to his bedroom/office to participate in conference calls and work on projects while Justin continued to work on his art in the living area.
Of course, Brian would patter out for a bottle of water, or Justin would need to borrow an eraser which would lead to quick fuck or blow job, but 30 minutes later they’d be back working hard with renewed enthusiasm.
Fourteen blissful days.
Dale called to let Justin know that the majority of “noisy” construction had been completed and that the month of April would be limited to quieter activities like painting, laying carpet and moving in furniture for the new offices.
…
Justin leaned on the doorjam to Brian’s office/bedroom as he waited to give Brian the good news.
“Stan, that’s great - and ahead of schedule. I can be there in about 45 minutes. We can talk further then.” Brian hung up, turned around and noticed Justin. “Fuck, if I’d known you were there I would have told him an hour and a half.”
Justin smirked. “No rest for the wicked! You have good news, I have good news. Sounds like we’re both having a great day.”
“By all means, tell me your good news.”
“Dale called, he told me that the majority of construction is complete - I can move my stuff back to the studio and go back to working there - no more tripping over furniture, no more turpentine fumes smelling up the place.”
“That is good news. The work crew on the new Kinnetik offices have wrapped up much of their work, I need to go down and do a walk-thru and sign off on this phase.”
Justin crossed and straddled Brian’s lap.
“So I guess you’ve got to go out… right now.” He rubbed against Brian, eliciting the response he expected. Justin dipped his head and painted Brian’s lips with his tongue before parting his lips in a deep kiss.
“Fuck!” Brian pressed a quick kiss to Justin’s lips then unceremoniously dumped him on the floor.
“Brian!” Justin stood up rubbing his ass.
“That’s what you get for being a tease when you know I need to get to a meeting.” Brian hauled Justin in for a kiss. “And for messing up my suit…” Another searing kiss. “And for fucking up the lines by giving me this stupid boner.”
Justin rubbed up against him. “I can take care of that for you.”
Brian pushed him away. “Not unless you want to give the cab driver an eyeful - no time.” Brian swatted at Justin’s ass. “I’ll punish you later.”
“Promises, promises.”
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Brian was exceedingly pleased with the work that had been completed so far in the Kinnetik building. He’d been told nightmare stories about working with New York unions and had thoroughly expected to have to spend extra cash to get the project completed on time.
However, a winning ad campaign for a national construction company helped to smooth the waters and provide him with excellent resources and great sub-contractors. When all the work was complete, Brian fully expected the new Kinnetik building to take center stage in several portfolios from plumbers, to electricians to interior designers.
The walk-thru reinforced that he had chosen well. The open office plan left little place to hide any shortcuts. He’d made significant savings by having the electrician pull the necessary computer wiring under the watchful eye of his Pittsburgh IT company, and this left them a month to finish out the rest of the work - mostly interior design.
Brian was happy as he called his interior designer to let her know they could move up work by a week. He scheduled a meeting the following day to run down the project with her.
~>~>~>~>~>
April first started the best way possible, with a slow grinding fuck in Justin’s plenty big enough bed.
Dressed in his best Armani, Brian kissed Justin thoroughly and headed off to his day’s meetings.
Now that the move in date for the new offices was in sight, Cynthia and he could start seriously interviewing for staff. Brian had already earmarked a few potential candidates from the Pittsburgh office who had indicated interest in working for Kinnetik New York. He’d spent some time over the last couple of months networking and meeting with New York insiders, getting to know whom he may want to poach from the competition, and being able to look at potential candidates over a longer term to know who he definitely did not want.
If things went as planned with Justin, he’d be spending the majority of his time at the New York office, leaving Cynthia and Ted to lead in Pittsburgh.
His final appointment of the day was with Grace Mathisen his interior designer. As luck would have it she was running late. But Brian took the opportunity to speak with Stan about what he had planned for the sixth floor and rooftop, as well as the timeline for the street level retail space.
…
Brian’s meeting with Grace went off without a hitch. She arrived with her head fully engaged in his project. The two hours he allotted for the meeting was more than sufficient time. Her work crew would be starting in the next week, with furnishings moving in the last week of April. Everything was on or ahead of schedule. He was even able to set up a time for them both to meet with Stan to get started on the residence renovation.
Brian walked Grace out to the hall where he waited with her for the elevator. Everything was falling in line perfectly.
The ringing tone announced the arrival of the elevator. Brian had been so busy with Grace that he failed to note that the elevator was descending. The doors opened and Brian came face to face with Justin.
“Brian.” Surprise was evident in Justin’s tone.
Brian knew better than to imagine there wouldn’t be hell to pay later, but quickly smoothed things over by pulling Justin out of the elevator and introducing him to Grace.
“This is one of the artists who are using the studio space on the fifth floor. Grace, I’d like to introduce Justin Taylor. Justin, this is Grace Mathisen. She’s the interior designer for the Kinnetik New York offices.”
Justin wanted to ask a thousand questions, but his country club manners kicked in. He extended his hand to politely shake Grace’s soft and neatly manicured one.
“Justin Taylor, yes! I’ve seen several of your paintings at Kinnetik’s Pittsburgh offices and Brian has spoken highly about you and the other artists occupying the fifth floor. The building is really a renaissance space - office, retail, studio, residence. I’d love a tour of your studio. I’m still looking for some key pieces for the offices here. I’d love to see what you have and talk to you about commissions for my other clients as well.”
Before Justin had a chance to answer, Grace’s cell phone beeped. “Oh dear, look at the time - I’ve been running late all day. I must go, but,” Grace pulled a card from her purse. “Please call me and we'll set up a time to see your work.”
She punched the elevator button and the doors magically separated.
“So nice to meet you!”
And as if on cue, the doors closed leaving Justin and Brian in the hall outside Kinnetik’s new offices.
“Want a tour?” Brian kept a mask on his face, but inwardly was cringing. This wasn’t the way he wanted to break the news to Justin. On the other hand, Justin’s face was a sea of emotion. He’d never been adept at keeping his feelings unexposed.
“What the fuck, Brian! When were you going to bother to tell me?” Justin’s voice was surprisingly low. Brian knew that meant danger. “Why after all these years do you pull a stunt like this? Did you think you needed to bail me out? That I couldn’t make it on my own? You subsidize my apartment and now you subsidize my studio? ‘Poor little Justin, can’t make it on his own, needs to have his white knight ride in on a wave of cash.’
“Well, in case you’ve missed it, I’ve survived pretty well on my own for the last six years. I don’t need your charity. I don’t need you to buy the frigging building my studio is in or get your interior designer to commission a painting so I can make the next maintenance fee. Fuck you, Brian! Fuck you.”
Justin stomped down the hall to the stairwell.
Brian rubbed his palms over his eyes.
“That went well.” Dale offered from where he was leaning against the wall.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Dale extended his hand. “I’m Dale, one of your tenants. I’ve been the one talking to the building manager. I started to put it all together today and thought it was time we met. You may want to be nice to me, because out of the two of us, I’m betting that I’m the only one Justin is likely to be listening to any time soon. I’m on my way to my part-time gig. If you want, you can come with me.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because Justin will listen to me… and I work as a bartender.”
Brian let his shoulders slump in defeat. “Why the fuck not?”
~>~>~>~>~>
It was late when Brian arrived home. He made every effort to be as quiet as possible, but after nearly a bottle of Beam he’d basically lost most of his ability to be discreet.
Dale had poured drinks and chatted amenably with Brian who listened without saying a word until about the halfway mark on his bottle. After that, Dale could hardly get Brian to shut up. Finally, Dale poured Brian into a cab and gave the cabbie $40 to insure Brian got home safely and into his building.
Brian knew better than to expect he’d be welcome in Justin’s bed. In his room, he divested himself of his suit, stripping naked, then went to use the bathroom. He wasn’t drunk enough to forget to brush his teeth and snag some aspirin from the medicine chest before heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
In the kitchen, by the light of the fridge, Brian downed the aspirin and chased it with the water.
“Fuck, even fall down drunk you’re still beautiful.” Justin used his shoulder to push himself upright from where he was leaning on the hallway wall. “And surprisingly, you don’t smell of drugs, tricks or cigarettes.”
“You can thank your friend Dale for that. He interceded, or I have no doubt I’d be at Splash working on some prime time Kinney pain management. As it is, about all I can do is fall into bed and hope that things are better in the morning.”
“C’mon big boy.” Justin held out his hand to Brian.
Brian gave him a skeptical look.
“You have no idea how fucking angry I was - am. But it isn’t going to do either of us any good tonight.”
Brian pulled back as they passed is bedroom door. “You’re not going to make me sleep in my own bed?”
“I should, just to teach you a lesson. But in the long run, the only person I’d be punishing is myself. Oh, no, I have something much more painful in mind, and I need you sober to exact all the damage I plan.”
In his befuddled state, Brian didn’t really acknowledge the threat in those words. All he could see was he got to sleep in the same bed as Justin, so things were looking pretty good. And while the spirit may have been willing, the moment Brian’s head met the pillow he was out like a light.
~>~>~>~>~>
Brian woke to an empty bed the following morning. On the table next to the bed was a pot, a bottle of water and two aspirin. He took the aspirin, downed half the bottle of water, got up to take a piss, and returned to bed to doze until noon.
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TBC
Chapter 5