Happy Fourth of July!
Title: Happy Fourth of July!
Author: Kinwad
Pairing: Brian and Justin
Rating: PG
Time Frame: Season One
Summary: Celebrate
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“Come on! Please?” Justin didn’t care that he was reduced to begging.
“How old are you again? I guess I misread your driver’s license,” Brian muttered, seemingly engrossed in his latest ad campaign.
Justin’s eyes widened. “You checked my driver’s license? What the fuck for?”
“Because you don’t look even remotely close to your chronological age, and the last job description I need on my already impressive resume is pedarest.”
“Oh, okay. I suppose that’s reasonable,” Justin readily agreed, unaware Brian’s JT radar had kicked into overdrive at the rapid surrender.
“If you want to go that badly, then go,” Brian said in an even tone.
“I don’t want to go alone! I want to go with you!”
“Fireworks are fireworks. What the fuck is the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal?” Justin raked a frustrated hand through his hair. “It’s the fucking Fourth of July, for fuck sake! Independence Day!”
“Whose independence, Sunshine? Not ours, that’s for sure.”
“I know. It’s just that....”
“Just what?”
“I really wanted to see them-with you,” Justin admitted in embarrassment.
“Christ, maybe I did misread your age.”
“Cut it out! Fine! Don't go!”
Brian turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair. After a deliberate pause, he ambled toward Justin, wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder. “I would have thought our fireworks would put anyone else’s to shame,” he whispered, his fingers teasing a growing cock.
“That has nothing to do with....” Word and thought couldn’t compete against the Kinney magic.
“With what?”
“Oh, God! All right, you win! July Fourth fireworks can’t compare to ours, ok? Just don’t stop!”
It took all of Brian’s self-control to pull away. Feigning surprise, he said, “But I thought you wanted to go to the fireworks?”
“Fuck the fireworks!” With a firm grasp on the designer shirt-wrinkles be damned-Justin impatiently dragged him into the bedroom.
“No more fireworks?” Brian asked in mock innocence.
With heated anticipation in his veins, Justin couldn’t be deterred and wouldn’t be stopped. “Oh, there’ll be fireworks, Mr. Kinney.” He shoved Brian onto the bed, straddled him and grasped his wrists. Holding them above his head, he whispered, “And I promise you’ll see stars!”