Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 16
Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim
Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 16
Sunday, June 27th
8:00 p.m.
The Loft
As Brian unlocked the loft door, he grimaced in pain at the sound of it being opened. The journey home from Ibiza had been tedious at best, as he'd been forced to endure the endless chatter of the neglected housewife seated next to him for nine agonizing hours. Not even the comfort of his first class seat had been enough to deter the unwanted pain throbbing at his temples. Now that he was home, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about his terrible day.
Stepping into the loft, Brian set his luggage down in the darkened living room and reached for the light switch. As his eyes painfully adjusted to the light that suddenly streamed its way through the loft, he blinked in confusion as he scanned his kitchen. The once spotless area was cluttered with dishes stacked a mile high and mail was scattered everywhere.
Walking further into his home, he was horrified to see his coffee table littered with empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, and cigarette packages. Convinced he was hallucinating the loft's untidy state, he decided it best to forgo contemplating the mess further. Instead, he made his way into the bedroom, hoping that a warm shower and a good night's sleep were all he needed to get himself back on track.
***
Nearly tripping on the dirty laundry that was strewn across the bedroom floor, Brian entered his bathroom. Opening the shower door, he paid little attention to his surroundings and soon found himself relishing the feel of the warm water cascading over his body. Reaching for his organic formula shampoo, he suddenly felt the urge to look down at his feet.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" the enraged yell burst out uncontrolled as he stared in horror at the items lying on the floor beside his feet.
***
An hour later, he was furiously pacing the loft downing one shot of Beam after another. Glaring at the front door, he swore to himself that he was going to strangle Justin when he arrived home. How dare the little shit trash his loft? How dare he destroy five of his best Armani suits? Brian's angered thoughts were interrupted as his ears honed in on the sound of the key turning in the lock.
***
Entering the loft, Justin immediately picked up on his partner's presence. However, he wasn't about to give the man the time of day. Instead, he threw down his bag and made his way into the kitchen without even giving Brian a moment's glance. After an exhausting weekend at the office, he was in no mood to deal with his partner's return.
As he prepared himself a peanut butter and banana sandwich, Justin was completely oblivious to the sheer look of incredulity that crossed Brian's face.
***
After putting away the bread and the peanut butter Justin headed toward the bedroom. He didn't bother looking in Brian's direction as he grabbed a pillow and blanket and made his way back into the living room.
"Care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Justin suddenly felt his arm taken in a grip of steel.
"There's something going on?" the blond questioned nonchalantly, locking eyes with Brian for the first time in over two weeks.
"Well, for one thing, you deserve a thrashing for leaving this place an absolute pigsty."
"Really?" Justin rolled his eyes at Brian's never-ending arrogance.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe you could have made more of an effort while I was away?" Brian interrogated with suppressed rage.
"Yes, it did. However, Theresa, our cleaning woman, had an emergency this week. I'm afraid I was a little too busy to supervise a replacement, let alone clean the place myself. I spoke with her on Friday and she assures me that she'll be back tomorrow."
"She better," Brian warned. "Although, I ought to make you clean this godforsaken mess yourself."
"Don't push your luck," Justin retorted bitterly. "Was there anything else?"
"Perhaps you might care to shed some light on how five of my best suits ended up lying on the shower floor in a sopping mess?"
"I'll let you figure that one out," Justin responded with a smug smile. "Now kindly let go of my arm."
"Not so fast, Sunshine," Brian declared harshly, as he slammed his shot glass down on the coffee table, grabbed Justin firmly by the shoulders, and pushed him back against one of the support beams.
"Let go of me!" Justin demanded fiercely as he stared into his lover's anger-filled eyes.
"No. Not until you tell me why you fucking trashed my loft and why you intentionally and maliciously destroyed my favorite fucking suits!" Brian yelled.
"I didn't trash your loft, you deranged bastard!" Justin argued back.
"Spare me your bullshit, Sunshine."
"It's not bullshit. It's the truth. Did it ever cross your mind when you left for your bender that you were leaving me with one hell of a fucking mess?" Justin demanded furiously. "Between my final exams and Kinnetik, keeping your damn loft clean was hardly a priority. As for your suits, let's just say I had a little pain management binge of my own. I'm sure you're quite familiar with how those work. Now take your hands off of me this instant!" the blond ordered.
"I don't fucking believe this..." Brian stared at Justin in disbelief.
"Then don't," Justin rejoined bitterly, pulling himself out of Brian's grasp. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a weekend, and would like to get some sleep," the blond indicated as he made his way toward the sofa.
"That's hardly the way to the bedroom," Brian observed coolly.
"You must be insane if you honestly think I want you anywhere near me," Justin scoffed. "After your two week fuck binge in Ibiza, there's no way in hell I'm coming near you. Not only am I not sure if I can forgive you, but I'm also not about to place myself at risk until you get a clean bill of health from your doctor."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I can assure you I'm serious, especially after what Jean Philippe told me about Ibiza..."
"I should have known," Brian rolled his eyes.
"At least he gives a fuck about me," Justin retorted, as Brian merely stared back at his partner in shock. Never in a million years could he have imagined a homecoming like the one he'd just encountered. To say that Justin was pissed, was clearly an understatement.
Monday
9:00 a.m.
The Loft
The following morning, Brian stifled a groan as he rolled out of bed and treaded his way into the kitchen. After spending half the night awake tossing and turning in his empty bed, Brian had eventually fallen asleep at some timeless stage of the night. He had vaguely recalled hearing Justin awaken in the early hours of the morning, but Brian had been too exhausted from his jetlag to give his partner much notice.
Now, as he stood in the quiet loft, Brian couldn't help but feel angry as he thought back to the night before. Who the fuck did Justin think he was destroying thousands of dollars' worth of suits? Did the blond have a death wish? Hell, Justin was lucky he hadn't strangled his scrawny neck over his ridiculously thoughtless and childish behavior. Not only that, but since when did the little fuck decide he could dictate the terms of their relationship? Just because he'd indulged his appetites for two weeks in Ibiza, didn't mean he was bringing home some ridiculous disease. Justin knew damn well that he was safe. He was always safe. Since when did the artist hold the word of a repugnant Frenchman above his own? The thought of Justin even discussing his trip with Bonbois left a bitter taste in Brian's mouth. As far as he was concerned, what happened in their relationship was none of the fucking hockey player's business.
Setting his coffee cup down in annoyance, Brian began sifting through the mail scattered across the counter. As he set aside the usual bills and catalogs, he was surprised to find a card with the word "Daddy" written across it. Sighing loudly, Brian tore open the envelope and saw that it was a Father's Day card from Gus.
"Some father I turned out to be," Brian muttered bitterly to himself before tossing the card back on the counter. "You were right Jack. You and I definitely weren't cut out to be family men. I suppose it's a good thing that Sonny Boy has the Munchers; at least they can't screw him up the way you and Joanie did me," he declared with disgust.
An Hour Later
Kinnetik
Stepping into Kinnetik, Brian rolled his eyes as he saw Ted approach.
"Hey, Bri," Ted greeted in a friendly voice.
"Theodore," Brian offered casually.
"How was your trip to Philadelphia?" the accountant inquired. "That's one hell of a tan you've acquired for spending the past two weeks in meetings."
"What the fuck are you babbling about, Theodore?" Brian gave Ted a puzzled stare.
"Your two week trip to Philadelphia for Liberty Air," Ted clarified.
"Ah, right." It was becoming obvious that this "supposed" trip to Philadelphia was clearly some type of smokescreen.
"So, was it productive?"
"When am I not productive?" Brian shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sure Cynthia has a pile of work waiting on my desk," he said before turning to head in the direction of his office.
***
"I see the prodigal boss has finally returned," Cynthia observed dryly as she watched Brian saunter over to her desk a few minutes later.
"Bon dia," Brian greeted his assistant. (Good Morning)
"Wow, he even speaks Catalan," Cynthia commented sarcastically. "Should I be impressed?"
"If you want the raise that's coming to you next month."
"Fortunately for you, not everyone is mercenary," Cynthia responded.
"To think I thought better of you," Brian gave a mock sigh.
"I left your mail and messages on your desk," Cynthia indicated in a tone that was all business.
"Anything else I should be aware of?"
"No."
"Not even my supposed trip to Philadelphia?" Brian posed.
"I had to tell your employees something. Although I'm sure they would have loved to have learned that their loose cannon owner took off for an indefinite bender," Cynthia offered coolly.
"I see you're as charming as ever, Cyn. Do me a favor and get me a cup of coffee and an aspirin. I'll be in my office."
***
Fifteen minutes later, he was checking his e-mail and wondering what was taking Cynthia so long with his coffee and aspirin.
"Cyn," he buzzed his assistant.
"Yes."
"I seem to recall requesting a cup of coffee and an aspirin," Brian reminded.
"You did," Cynthia confirmed.
"Is there a particular reason why it's taking so long?"
"Perhaps I'm busy at the moment," Cynthia replied in a tepid voice.
"I see." It was obvious that his assistant was giving him the cold shoulder.
"Might I suggest doing yourself a favor and getting it yourself," Cynthia said in a tone that made Brian raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief.
12:30 p.m.
The Diner
With the cold shoulder from Cynthia continuing, Brian knew full well he would get nowhere by having her order him lunch, so he decided to take a break and headed toward the diner.
"Greetings serfs and vassals," Brian drawled as he entered the diner and took a seat in his usual booth where Ted, Emmett, and Melanie had already seated themselves.
"Brian," Melanie acknowledged coldly.
"I see you're thrilled to see me as always," Brian smirked. "And how are things today in glorious Pittsburgh."
"Terrible," Emmett groaned.
"And why is that?"
"Emmett's client from hell has hired him for another party," Ted revealed. "This time it's an anniversary."
"Is this the obnoxious housewife you mentioned a few weeks ago?" Melanie questioned.
"Yes," Emmett gave a dramatic sigh. "I swear I'm going to kill whomever referred her to me. She's an absolute nightmare."
"You mean you don't know who referred you?" Brian inquired as he concealed a devious grin.
"No. It's apparently someone her husband knows."
"Huh, I pity the husband," Brian commented.
"Try pitying me instead," Emmett huffed.
***
"Well, well, well, it looks like someone is finally back from his trip," Debbie observed as she sauntered over to the gang's booth.
"Good to see you too, Deb," Brian sarcastically greeted.
"Did Michael ever manage to reach you?" Debbie questioned. "I know he wanted to talk to you before he and Ben left on vacation."
"Vacation?"
"Ben and Michael's Bermuda trip," Ted reminded.
"Michael mentioned trying your cell phone several times over the past week with little success. It also didn't help that Justin was out of town and unreachable himself."
"U-uh, right," Brian nodded absently as he wondered where the hell his partner had gone. As far as he had been aware, Justin had been Pittsburgh the entire time he had been in Spain.
"Speaking of trips," Emmett interjected. "Doesn't Brian seem rather tan for being in Philadelphia for two weeks? Teddy wasn't kidding when he mentioned your tan," he said to Brian.
"Philadelphia?" Melanie stared at the family in confusion. "Am I missing something here? The last I heard you were busy getting your dick sucked on the sands of Ibiza."
"I-Ibiza?" Ted repeated in disbelief. "That's impossible. He and Justin were supposed to go together. Besides Justin was in Chi...."
"Who said anything about Justin," Brian shrugged.
Emmett stared at Brian indignantly, "You mean to tell me that you abandoned our baby to go to Ibiza by yourself?"
"You got it," Melanie confirmed. "As I've always said, once an asshole, always an asshole."
"Gosh, Bri, are you sure that was a wise move on your part?" Ted questioned.
"If you ask me it was a fucking foolish thing to do," Debbie chastised. "What possessed you to do something that cruel?" she demanded.
"Frankly, I don't think it's any of your goddamned business," Brian declared as he stood up and threw a few bills on the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have a living to earn."
3:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik
After his frustrating lunch experience at the diner, Brian returned to the office intent on focusing on his work. Fortunately he had been able to push aside his annoyance with the family, and had managed to spend a few quality hours on Liberty Air before turning his attention to Brown Athletics.
"Have you seen my Brown file?" Brian stepped out of his office to question Cynthia.
"Justin has it," Cynthia replied, not even bothering to look up from her computer screen.
"Why does he have it?" Brian wondered. "Never mind that," he decided. "Just do me a favor and get it from him."
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" Cynthia questioned.
"Perhaps by getting up and walking over to his office?" Brian suggested in an irritable tone.
"Think again. Short of flying to Chicago, I think there's little you can do when it comes to obtaining the file."
"Chicago?"
"Considering the fact that that's where your partner currently is...."
"What the fuck is Justin doing in Chicago?" Brian demanded.
"Aside from saving your ungracious ass, one would imagine he's preparing for the Clio Awards. In case you've forgotten, they're this Wednesday," Cynthia reminded.
"Look, can you just drop the role of the scorned assistant for a moment and tell me what the fuck is going on around here?" Brian raked a hand through his hair in exasperation.
"Gladly," Cynthia smiled with pleasure. She was looking forward to putting her arrogant boss in his place.
***
"Unfucking believable," Brian furiously paced his office.
After being informed by Cynthia that his Brown campaign was no more, and that Justin was currently in Chicago finalizing the new campaign, Brian had suffered the indignity of having to call Leo Brown and listen to the man praise Justin to the heavens. Hearing one of his top clients refer to Justin as advertising genius extraordinaire had been a bitter pill to swallow, but not nearly as bitter as hearing Brown insist that Justin work on his account in the future.
It amazed Brian that after everything he had put into his campaign for Brown Athletics, he was now faced with having to watch all of his efforts go up in smoke. Once again Justin had somehow managed to take center stage, effectively pulling the rug out from under him. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, Justin was right there, eagerly taking everything away from him. The more Justin succeeded the more Brian worried that he'd soon have nothing left to give.
9:00 p.m.
The Loft
Hours later, Brian found himself sitting on the living room floor nursing a drink. After the past twenty-four hours, the only thing he felt like doing was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Beam.
As he poured himself another shot, he frowned as he heard a knock at the door.
"What now?" Brian grumbled as he reluctantly slid open the door to find Lindsay standing on the other side.
"Good to see you too, Brian," Lindsay greeted as she pushed her way into the loft.
"Look, if you're here to berate me for my latest sins, I'm not interested."
"I don't care if you're interested," Lindsay countered.
"Do yourself a favor and just go," Brian motioned to the door.
"Trust me, I'm not doing myself any favors by coming here. The only person I'm doing a favor for is you. Now, you're going to sit down, shut up, and listen to what I have to say," Lindsay ordered as Brian merely stared back at her in surprise.
***
"I know the past month has been rough for you," Lindsay began a few minutes later. "I can only imagine the memories your mother's death has resurrected. However, it's no excuse for the way you've been behaving."
"What makes you think my behavior has anything to do with Joan?" Brian questioned.
"I know you, Brian. I know what type of environment you grew up in, and I know firsthand what Joan's hatred has done to you."
"I hate to break it to you Linds, but I could give a shit about Joan's death."
"Really?" Lindsay had difficulty believing her friend. "Then why run off to Ibiza? Why continually let your son down, when you had insisted just a few months ago that you wanted to be a more active father?"
"Perhaps I've realized that I'm not meant to be a family man," Brian shrugged.
"That's a load of crap and you know it."
"It's the truth, Lindsay. Jack was right."
"The only person who has the power to make Jack right is you, Brian," Lindsay argued. "Although, I have admit, you're doing a damn good job of it."
"Thanks," Brian smiled bitterly.
"However, you could change things," Lindsay added. "It doesn't have to be like this. It's not too late to have a relationship with your son."
"He's better off without someone like me in his life."
"Perhaps now he is, but that's not to say that maybe some day in the future you might want to be a father. However until then, it's probably best you stay away. I can't keep subjecting my son to the constant disappointment of having a father who can't get his act together," Lindsay remarked in a voice filled with regret.
"Anything else?" Brian questioned quietly.
"Just a word of advice."
"And that is?"
"Think about how much Justin means to you, because you're one step away from losing him," Lindsay warned, before gathering her purse and leaving.
2:00 a.m.
The Loft
Lying awake in bed, Brian reflected on his trip to Ibiza. While he had been desperate to get away from his suffocating surroundings in Pittsburgh, his two weeks on the island had done little to heal his pain. Even with its hot guys, sandy beaches, designer drugs, and infamous clubs, Ibiza hadn't been able to block the hateful image of his mother. No matter how intense his pain management, Joan had still found a way to infiltrate his head.
Now back in Pittsburgh, Brian suddenly found his world crumbling around him. His Brown campaign had failed, Cynthia was barely speaking to him, the family was pissed as hell, he'd let Gus down to the extent that Lindsay was now requesting he stay away, and last but not least, his relationship with Justin was virtually beyond repair. Justin... just the thought of his lover made Brian's stomach ache. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Lindsay was right. Somewhere along the line he had allowed his resentment and insecurity to take over his relationship with the blond, and now he was paying the price.
Brian knew he had little hope when it came to salvaging things with Justin. Deep down he knew that when he had carelessly abandoned him for Ibiza that he had jeopardized his future with his partner. Yet at the time it didn't seem to matter. All that had mattered was getting away from it all. However, upon his return Brian had been forced to face the consequences of his actions. Consequences that now included five ruined Armani suits. While he had been furious at the discovery of them, Brian knew he couldn't hold it against Justin, not when what he'd done had been so much worse. He also knew the suits were only a small part of Justin's anger and pain.
As Brian raked a frustrated hand through his tousled hair, he wondered if he had let things go too far when it came to the blond. He wondered if maybe there was some way he could find a way to put all of his demons aside and focus instead on saving his relationship. He knew that after everything that had happened over the past few months, losing Justin would be the most difficult blow of them all.
Wednesday, June 30th
Noon
NoMI Restaurant
Downtown Chicago
"Nervous about tonight?" Brendan inquired as he sat in the Park Hyatt's seventh floor French restaurant with Justin and Nathan.
"Not too bad," Justin replied. "I'm just glad we finished everything for Brown this morning."
"Tonight is going to kick ass," Nathan predicted. "We're going to be the hippest table to ever grace the Clio Awards."
"Try the youngest," Brendan laughed. "That reminds me, what time are the others due?"
"Not until two-thirty," Nathan replied, referring to the other Kinnetik staff members that were flying out for the awards.
"Any ideas on how we're going to celebrate tonight?" Brendan asked.
"Aren't you being a bit premature?" Justin protested.
"Not at all. Not when I know you're going to win," Brendan grinned at his friend.
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, I am," Nathan announced. "That's why I've arranged to start off the evening's celebration at the Signature Lounge which just happens to be located on the 96th floor of the John Hancock Center.
"Good call," Brendan complimented, as the maitre d' approached their table.
"Pardon me, Gentlemen. An important package arrived via special courier for Mr. Taylor and I thought he might appreciate it right away."
"Uh, thank you," Justin said in a surprised voice as he was handed a manila envelope.
"My pleasure, Sir."
***
"So, what's in the envelope?" Nathan curiously inquired as Justin closely examined the documents he had received.
"N-nothing too important," the blond shrugged. "Just some papers I was expecting from Jake Connolly." Justin wasn't about to tell his friends that he was staring at a medical report from Brian's doctor. The last thing he had expected was for Brian to actually take him seriously and seek out a clean bill of health. Now he was sitting here holding what he had requested, but with little clue as to what it meant. Just what type of message was Brian trying to send him?
"Are you sure? You look a bit shaken," Brendan observed.
"It's probably just nerves," Justin covered.
"Why don't you relax this afternoon," Nathan suggested. "I heard the hotel has a great masseuse. Besides, Brendan and I can handle taking care of the others," he assured.
"Maybe I'll take you up on it," the blond decided, eager to relax and take his mind off of Brian.
7:15 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom
Several hours later, the hotel ballroom was beginning to reach its capacity with the Clios only minutes away from beginning. As Justin sat at Kinnetik's table sipping a glass of wine and sharing jokes with his staff members, he couldn't help but notice the empty seat across from him.
"Are we missing someone?" Justin turned and murmured to Brendan.
"Not that I know of. Although I'm surprised we have an empty place."
"Huh, I could have sworn August had the count right," Justin remarked.
"Maybe he thought Brian was coming."
"Maybe," Justin shrugged, knowing full well he had instructed his assistant otherwise.
***
Minutes later, Justin glanced at his watch to see that there were only a few more minutes until the awards began. Anxious to get the evening over with, the blond barely noticed the surprised looks on his colleague's faces as their eyes darted across the room to the figure who had become the center of everyone's attention.
"I should have known," Brendan chuckled as he watched the Armani clad man make his grand entrance.
"Should have known what?" Justin turned toward his friend, as he suddenly felt his insides flutter unexpectedly.
"That someone wouldn't have missed this for the world," Brendan remarked as Justin's eyes locked suddenly with a pair of familiar hazel ones from across the room.
"No shit," Nathan agreed, as the three men watched Brian saunter toward their table.
***
"Ladies, gentlemen," Brian causally greeted Kinnetik's table while he carefully eyed his lover.
"Brian, what a surprise," Brendan smiled warmly, pleased that his boss had turned up for Justin. "I thought you were unable to attend."
"Fortunately things changed. Besides, I couldn't very well allow Kinnetik to be the worst-dressed table here."
"Of course not," Nathan rolled his eyes at his boss' impeccable appearance.
"Why don't you take my seat?" Brendan offered.
"Thanks, Mitchell," Brian acknowledged. Pleased by the artist's good sense, he slid into the chair next to Justin.
***
"Uh, hey," Justin greeted carefully. He was stunned that Brian had decided to make an appearance, and had no idea what to make of it.
"Hey."
"So, when did you get here, Brian?" Nathan inquired.
"A few hours ago," Brian indicated as he noticed Justin's back stiffen with tension.
"Well, I think it's great that you were able to come," Brendan commented. "Don't you agree, Justin?"
"U-uh sure," the blond shrugged, not quite certain he agreed. However there was little he could do at this point.
10:00 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom
A few hours later, the awards ceremony was beginning to near its conclusion as it began awarding the evening's most prestigious honors. Kinnetik had been nominated for Justin's work on Sherbourne Hotel's print campaign, and only the bronze and silver awards had been presented in the category thus far.
As the presentation for the gold award began, Justin couldn't help but shift nervously in his chair. He knew his chances of winning were slim with such fierce competition, but it didn't stop him from hoping for the impossible. Just because Brian didn't seem to think he deserved the award, didn't mean the artist was going to give up dreaming; not when the award would mean the world to the members of his Sherbourne team.
Brian... The thought of the man made Justin glance uneasily at his partner. While he had never in a million years expected him to make an appearance, the blond had to admit he was surprised by the way his lover had been behaving. Instead of displaying his blatant disapproval, Brian had done everything in his power to play the charming host. While Justin found his partner's behavior somewhat disarming, he had made sure to maintain his guard around him.
The blond's eyes fluttered in surprise as he suddenly felt his hand given a supportive squeeze from underneath the table. Justin turned to give Brian a questioning stare, but his partner's features remained impassive as the announcer continued reading the names of the nominees.
***
"And this year's winner of the Clio Gold Award for best print campaign is Kinnetik!" came the excited voice of the announcer. "Accepting on behalf of Kinnetik is Creative Director and Partner, Justin Taylor."
"Oh my God," Justin whispered in shock as the ballroom erupted in applause.
"We did it!" Nathan exclaimed in jubilation as he and Brendan jumped out of their seats and grabbed Justin in a bear hug.
"I don't believe it!" the blond smiled in disbelief. He was having difficulty comprehending the fact that he had just been awarded one of the highest honors in the industry.
"Come on, you better get up there and accept," Brendan excitedly pushed his friend in the direction of the stage, giving the blond no time to look in the direction of his partner.
***
"Uh, wow," Justin began nervously as he stood center stage, holding the coveted award. "This is a tremendous honor and privilege to be here tonight and to accept this award on behalf of Kinnetik. I would like to take the moment to thank the awards panel for bestowing this honor upon us. I would also like to thank Jake and Sean Connolly for allowing Kinnetik the opportunity to create truly innovative and challenging campaigns for their hotels. In addition I would also like to thank my team members. It's not every day someone is as fortunate as myself to have a group of brilliantly talented individuals who are willing to work day in and day out to create a product that is distinctively reflective of our client's needs and the market," the blond continued.
"Finally, I would like to thank...." Justin hesitated for a moment as he looked across the room and uneasily locked eyes with Brian. "Brendan Mitchell and Nathan James for their continual support and dedication to Kinnetik's vision and success."
***
Upon the conclusion of Justin's speech, the ballroom burst into polite applause once again as he made his way back to his table. Sitting back in his seat and listening to the applause, Brian couldn't help but feel the eyes of the others at his table on him. While there was no rule that said Justin had been required to thank him, the blond's omission had not gone unnoticed.
While Brian knew he had no one to blame but himself, it still didn't stop his lover's snub from stinging. After all, it was he who had made Justin into the success he had become. He doubted many others would have taken the risk of making a nineteen-year-old kid their business partner. Yet, Brian had, because deep down he had instinctively known that Justin would become a success. However, he had never imagined the extent of his partner's success nor the potential threat that he had become.
"Congratulations, Justin!" Julie, a member of Kinnetik's Sherbourne team, offered happily as Justin rejoined the table.
"Thanks," Justin smiled.
"So, are we going to give that platinum card of yours a workout tonight?" Nathan turned to Brian, eager to celebrate Justin's award.
"I don't see why not. Justin knows I'm always one to celebrate achievement," he replied smoothly, making sure to lock eyes with the blond.
"Of course," Justin agreed uneasily before looking away, not entirely comfortable with the idea of celebrating his award with Brian.
Midnight
The Signature Lounge
John Hancock Center
"You know," Brian drawled as he approached his lover later that evening, "I paid a shit load of cash for that Dom Perignon you're holding. The least you could do is drink it."
"I'm working on it," Justin murmured quietly. At the conclusion of the Clios, the group had decided to take up Nathan's suggestion and head to John Hancock Center's Signature Lounge for a celebration. Brian, continuing his role as the charming host, had wound up spending a lavish amount on drinks and hors d'oeuvres. While Justin appreciated the gesture, he was too discomforted by his lover's presence to really involve himself in the festivities.
"Some view, huh?" Brian commented as he came to stand beside his lover and look out over the city.
"Look, can we cut the small talk and just cut to the chase?" Justin demanded anxiously.
"What; am I not allowed to comment on the view?"
"Can you please just do me a favor and tell me what the fuck you're doing here?" the blond sighed. He was sick of walking around on eggshells all evening.
"Perhaps I genuinely wanted to see my partner win his first Clio," Brian offered casually.
"Bullshit. We both know damn well that you don't think I deserve it."
"Maybe I slightly misjudged the situation," Brian admitted in a tight voice. He knew that if he had any hope of making peace with the blond, he was going to have to put his insecurities and resentment aside, and allow himself to be honest.
"I see." Justin sensed Brian was attempting in his own way to apologize. "And the documents I received this afternoon?"
"The couch isn't all that comfortable," Brian shrugged.
"Right," Justin nodded. "Don't think this means I forgive you, though. Not only did you break your promise, you also left me with one hell of a fucking mess."
"I know," Brian acknowledged gruffly. "I met with Leo Brown this afternoon. He's pleased with the new campaign. You did a good job with it."
"Thanks."
"So, uh, what now?" Brian shifted uncomfortably.
"What is it you want?"
"You," came a hoarse whisper.
"You don't deserve me," Justin shook his head in disbelief.
"Look, I fucked up..."
"You're damn right you did," Justin cut him off. "However, I suppose there's no harm in being civil to one another until we figure out this whole fucking mess."
"I suppose it's a start," Brian conceded, knowing full well this was more than he deserved.
"It's the only start you're going to get," Justin warned. "Now why don't we stop acting like a pair of lesbians and start mingling with our employees instead?"
"Deal," Brian smirked, obviously relieved they had been able to come to some type of truce.
3:00 a.m.
Park Hyatt
After having drinks at the Signature Room, the group's celebration had moved on to a few of Chicago's hottest nightclubs before concluding back at the Park Hyatt for further celebrations.
"Ready to call it a night?" Brian asked as Justin finished his vodka tonic. The others had gone up to their rooms only minutes before.
"Yep," the blond set down his glass and followed Brian out of the hotel's NoMI Lounge.
"What floor are you?" Brian questioned as he stepped into the elevator with his partner.
"Fourteen, what about you?"
"Eighteen," Brian indicated while the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent.
"So," Justin began uncomfortably. "How long are you staying?"
"I thought I would fly back on Friday as I plan on spending most of my afternoon at Armani tomorrow."
"Oh u-uh, right," Justin nodded sheepishly, knowing full well the reason for his boyfriend's visit to the famous designer's store.
"What about you?"
"I was thinking about flying back on Friday also. There's an exhibit at the art institute I wanted to see."
"Sounds interesting."
"Sure," Justin gave an uncomfortable shrug. "Uh, Bri?"
"Yeah?"
"About your suits.... I uh suppose I owe you something of...."
"Don't. It's not like I wasn't in need of a few new suits anyway."
"B-but you just bought..." the blond began to protest as the elevator suddenly stopped at his floor. "I uh, guess this is me."
"Guess so," Brian nodded.
"Maybe I'll run into you tomorrow," Justin decided it best to keep things casual for now.
"Jus?"
"Yeah?" the blond turned to stare at his partner.
"Good night," Brian breathed, as he reached for his lover and captured his lips in a sweet caress.
***
"Bri?" Justin suddenly pulled away from his lover in hesitation as the elevator stopped suddenly on Brian's floor. The couple had been so caught up in rediscovering the feel of each other's lips that they hadn't even noticed the elevator begin ascending again.
"Stay with me tonight, Jus," Brian whispered into his boyfriend's ear, as he continued to hold him close, not wanting to let him go.
"I..." the blond looked around uncertainly, unsure as to what he should do. As angry and hurt as he still was with Brian, a strong part of him needed to feel his lover inside of him. He wanted desperately for Brian to take away his pain.
"Shh..." Brian put a finger up to Justin's lip. "Stay and I promise that everything will be okay..." he whispered, as the blond nodded shyly in agreement.
***
"I want you, Sunshine," Brian breathed minutes later as he pushed Justin back against the goose down pillows adorning the massive bed. "I want you more right now than you could ever imagine," he said as he gently caressed his lover's cheek, reveling in the feel of his silky skin.
"It's been a long time," Justin sighed.
"Too long," Brian agreed as he leaned over and captured Justin's invitingly full lips in a passionate kiss.
For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times a look, said all we had to say
You played your part so well, a modern Romeo
You came on cupid's wings, and then you flew away
"Bri," Justin moaned as he felt his lover's warm lips kissing his ear before traveling down his neck.
"You like that, don't you?" Brian grinned while his hands went to work slowly unbuttoning Justin's shirt. Pushing the garment aside, he traced his lips along the contours of the blond's milky white flesh, teasing and tantalizing Justin with his warm breath.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
"Yes!" Justin began to buck underneath his partner as he felt Brian take his nipple ring between his lips, and tug on it in a way that elicited a sensation that traveled all the way to his shaft.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
Patiently, Brian worked his way down toward Justin's hard and aching cock. Reaching with agile fingers, he began stroking the blond's hardened length in exactly the way his lover liked it.
"Ohhh," Justin writhed against the bed, his fingers grasping at the linens as he felt his body tense in response to his lover's ministrations.
"That's it Sunshine," Brian encouraged hotly. "Let your body relax and feel how much I want you."
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Brian!" Justin began panting minutes later as his lover continued his assault on his throbbing length. It hadn't taken long for Brian to replace his maddening fingers with his burning lips.
"Relax," Brian breathed as he continued to suck and tease his lover's aching flesh, anxious to give him pleasure, anxious to take away his pain.
"Oh God! Brian!" Justin screamed suddenly as he felt the blood begin to rush through his veins, his body tighten at its impending release. "Brian!" he screamed again as this time his body relished in the heat of its climax.
For every sleepless night, forever in your arms
For every hour spent lost in the reverie
You broke your promises, no shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges to an endless mystery
"I want you, Sunshine," Brian whispered hotly into his lover's ear. "I want to bury myself deep inside of your core."
"Then fuck me, Brian. I need to feel you inside of me," Justin responded breathlessly, having not quite recovered from his own shattering release.
"Then you shall," Brian promised, reaching for the lube and a condom, wanting more than anything to be one with Justin again.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
Soon, Brian was thrusting hungrily inside of his lover's warm flesh. He felt that after the endless weeks of pain, the endless weeks of being haunted by darkened memories, he was finally coming home. For he knew deep down, there was only one person who could truly take away his pain. Yet, somehow Brian had managed to forget this along the way, and now he wondered if he was too late.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Bri," Justin moaned, as his body tightened in response to his lover's searing length. Feeling Brian continue his pace, Justin was relieved to find himself in his partner's arms once again. No one could make him feel the way Brian did, and as much as the blond tried to deny it, he knew that Brian would always be the only one for him. However, he was no longer certain it was enough to keep him holding on. After everything that had happened between them, it was difficult to contemplate what the future had in store for them.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
However, as Brian and Justin both found themselves pondering the uncertainty of their future, neither could deny the intensity of their coupling nor the strong feelings associated with it. Soon, all thoughts of the future were banished, as they found themselves drowning in the intensity of their desires.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Burned with Desire" - Armin van Buuren
by Kim
Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 16
Sunday, June 27th
8:00 p.m.
The Loft
As Brian unlocked the loft door, he grimaced in pain at the sound of it being opened. The journey home from Ibiza had been tedious at best, as he'd been forced to endure the endless chatter of the neglected housewife seated next to him for nine agonizing hours. Not even the comfort of his first class seat had been enough to deter the unwanted pain throbbing at his temples. Now that he was home, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about his terrible day.
Stepping into the loft, Brian set his luggage down in the darkened living room and reached for the light switch. As his eyes painfully adjusted to the light that suddenly streamed its way through the loft, he blinked in confusion as he scanned his kitchen. The once spotless area was cluttered with dishes stacked a mile high and mail was scattered everywhere.
Walking further into his home, he was horrified to see his coffee table littered with empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, and cigarette packages. Convinced he was hallucinating the loft's untidy state, he decided it best to forgo contemplating the mess further. Instead, he made his way into the bedroom, hoping that a warm shower and a good night's sleep were all he needed to get himself back on track.
***
Nearly tripping on the dirty laundry that was strewn across the bedroom floor, Brian entered his bathroom. Opening the shower door, he paid little attention to his surroundings and soon found himself relishing the feel of the warm water cascading over his body. Reaching for his organic formula shampoo, he suddenly felt the urge to look down at his feet.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" the enraged yell burst out uncontrolled as he stared in horror at the items lying on the floor beside his feet.
***
An hour later, he was furiously pacing the loft downing one shot of Beam after another. Glaring at the front door, he swore to himself that he was going to strangle Justin when he arrived home. How dare the little shit trash his loft? How dare he destroy five of his best Armani suits? Brian's angered thoughts were interrupted as his ears honed in on the sound of the key turning in the lock.
***
Entering the loft, Justin immediately picked up on his partner's presence. However, he wasn't about to give the man the time of day. Instead, he threw down his bag and made his way into the kitchen without even giving Brian a moment's glance. After an exhausting weekend at the office, he was in no mood to deal with his partner's return.
As he prepared himself a peanut butter and banana sandwich, Justin was completely oblivious to the sheer look of incredulity that crossed Brian's face.
***
After putting away the bread and the peanut butter Justin headed toward the bedroom. He didn't bother looking in Brian's direction as he grabbed a pillow and blanket and made his way back into the living room.
"Care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Justin suddenly felt his arm taken in a grip of steel.
"There's something going on?" the blond questioned nonchalantly, locking eyes with Brian for the first time in over two weeks.
"Well, for one thing, you deserve a thrashing for leaving this place an absolute pigsty."
"Really?" Justin rolled his eyes at Brian's never-ending arrogance.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe you could have made more of an effort while I was away?" Brian interrogated with suppressed rage.
"Yes, it did. However, Theresa, our cleaning woman, had an emergency this week. I'm afraid I was a little too busy to supervise a replacement, let alone clean the place myself. I spoke with her on Friday and she assures me that she'll be back tomorrow."
"She better," Brian warned. "Although, I ought to make you clean this godforsaken mess yourself."
"Don't push your luck," Justin retorted bitterly. "Was there anything else?"
"Perhaps you might care to shed some light on how five of my best suits ended up lying on the shower floor in a sopping mess?"
"I'll let you figure that one out," Justin responded with a smug smile. "Now kindly let go of my arm."
"Not so fast, Sunshine," Brian declared harshly, as he slammed his shot glass down on the coffee table, grabbed Justin firmly by the shoulders, and pushed him back against one of the support beams.
"Let go of me!" Justin demanded fiercely as he stared into his lover's anger-filled eyes.
"No. Not until you tell me why you fucking trashed my loft and why you intentionally and maliciously destroyed my favorite fucking suits!" Brian yelled.
"I didn't trash your loft, you deranged bastard!" Justin argued back.
"Spare me your bullshit, Sunshine."
"It's not bullshit. It's the truth. Did it ever cross your mind when you left for your bender that you were leaving me with one hell of a fucking mess?" Justin demanded furiously. "Between my final exams and Kinnetik, keeping your damn loft clean was hardly a priority. As for your suits, let's just say I had a little pain management binge of my own. I'm sure you're quite familiar with how those work. Now take your hands off of me this instant!" the blond ordered.
"I don't fucking believe this..." Brian stared at Justin in disbelief.
"Then don't," Justin rejoined bitterly, pulling himself out of Brian's grasp. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a weekend, and would like to get some sleep," the blond indicated as he made his way toward the sofa.
"That's hardly the way to the bedroom," Brian observed coolly.
"You must be insane if you honestly think I want you anywhere near me," Justin scoffed. "After your two week fuck binge in Ibiza, there's no way in hell I'm coming near you. Not only am I not sure if I can forgive you, but I'm also not about to place myself at risk until you get a clean bill of health from your doctor."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I can assure you I'm serious, especially after what Jean Philippe told me about Ibiza..."
"I should have known," Brian rolled his eyes.
"At least he gives a fuck about me," Justin retorted, as Brian merely stared back at his partner in shock. Never in a million years could he have imagined a homecoming like the one he'd just encountered. To say that Justin was pissed, was clearly an understatement.
Monday
9:00 a.m.
The Loft
The following morning, Brian stifled a groan as he rolled out of bed and treaded his way into the kitchen. After spending half the night awake tossing and turning in his empty bed, Brian had eventually fallen asleep at some timeless stage of the night. He had vaguely recalled hearing Justin awaken in the early hours of the morning, but Brian had been too exhausted from his jetlag to give his partner much notice.
Now, as he stood in the quiet loft, Brian couldn't help but feel angry as he thought back to the night before. Who the fuck did Justin think he was destroying thousands of dollars' worth of suits? Did the blond have a death wish? Hell, Justin was lucky he hadn't strangled his scrawny neck over his ridiculously thoughtless and childish behavior. Not only that, but since when did the little fuck decide he could dictate the terms of their relationship? Just because he'd indulged his appetites for two weeks in Ibiza, didn't mean he was bringing home some ridiculous disease. Justin knew damn well that he was safe. He was always safe. Since when did the artist hold the word of a repugnant Frenchman above his own? The thought of Justin even discussing his trip with Bonbois left a bitter taste in Brian's mouth. As far as he was concerned, what happened in their relationship was none of the fucking hockey player's business.
Setting his coffee cup down in annoyance, Brian began sifting through the mail scattered across the counter. As he set aside the usual bills and catalogs, he was surprised to find a card with the word "Daddy" written across it. Sighing loudly, Brian tore open the envelope and saw that it was a Father's Day card from Gus.
"Some father I turned out to be," Brian muttered bitterly to himself before tossing the card back on the counter. "You were right Jack. You and I definitely weren't cut out to be family men. I suppose it's a good thing that Sonny Boy has the Munchers; at least they can't screw him up the way you and Joanie did me," he declared with disgust.
An Hour Later
Kinnetik
Stepping into Kinnetik, Brian rolled his eyes as he saw Ted approach.
"Hey, Bri," Ted greeted in a friendly voice.
"Theodore," Brian offered casually.
"How was your trip to Philadelphia?" the accountant inquired. "That's one hell of a tan you've acquired for spending the past two weeks in meetings."
"What the fuck are you babbling about, Theodore?" Brian gave Ted a puzzled stare.
"Your two week trip to Philadelphia for Liberty Air," Ted clarified.
"Ah, right." It was becoming obvious that this "supposed" trip to Philadelphia was clearly some type of smokescreen.
"So, was it productive?"
"When am I not productive?" Brian shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sure Cynthia has a pile of work waiting on my desk," he said before turning to head in the direction of his office.
***
"I see the prodigal boss has finally returned," Cynthia observed dryly as she watched Brian saunter over to her desk a few minutes later.
"Bon dia," Brian greeted his assistant. (Good Morning)
"Wow, he even speaks Catalan," Cynthia commented sarcastically. "Should I be impressed?"
"If you want the raise that's coming to you next month."
"Fortunately for you, not everyone is mercenary," Cynthia responded.
"To think I thought better of you," Brian gave a mock sigh.
"I left your mail and messages on your desk," Cynthia indicated in a tone that was all business.
"Anything else I should be aware of?"
"No."
"Not even my supposed trip to Philadelphia?" Brian posed.
"I had to tell your employees something. Although I'm sure they would have loved to have learned that their loose cannon owner took off for an indefinite bender," Cynthia offered coolly.
"I see you're as charming as ever, Cyn. Do me a favor and get me a cup of coffee and an aspirin. I'll be in my office."
***
Fifteen minutes later, he was checking his e-mail and wondering what was taking Cynthia so long with his coffee and aspirin.
"Cyn," he buzzed his assistant.
"Yes."
"I seem to recall requesting a cup of coffee and an aspirin," Brian reminded.
"You did," Cynthia confirmed.
"Is there a particular reason why it's taking so long?"
"Perhaps I'm busy at the moment," Cynthia replied in a tepid voice.
"I see." It was obvious that his assistant was giving him the cold shoulder.
"Might I suggest doing yourself a favor and getting it yourself," Cynthia said in a tone that made Brian raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief.
12:30 p.m.
The Diner
With the cold shoulder from Cynthia continuing, Brian knew full well he would get nowhere by having her order him lunch, so he decided to take a break and headed toward the diner.
"Greetings serfs and vassals," Brian drawled as he entered the diner and took a seat in his usual booth where Ted, Emmett, and Melanie had already seated themselves.
"Brian," Melanie acknowledged coldly.
"I see you're thrilled to see me as always," Brian smirked. "And how are things today in glorious Pittsburgh."
"Terrible," Emmett groaned.
"And why is that?"
"Emmett's client from hell has hired him for another party," Ted revealed. "This time it's an anniversary."
"Is this the obnoxious housewife you mentioned a few weeks ago?" Melanie questioned.
"Yes," Emmett gave a dramatic sigh. "I swear I'm going to kill whomever referred her to me. She's an absolute nightmare."
"You mean you don't know who referred you?" Brian inquired as he concealed a devious grin.
"No. It's apparently someone her husband knows."
"Huh, I pity the husband," Brian commented.
"Try pitying me instead," Emmett huffed.
***
"Well, well, well, it looks like someone is finally back from his trip," Debbie observed as she sauntered over to the gang's booth.
"Good to see you too, Deb," Brian sarcastically greeted.
"Did Michael ever manage to reach you?" Debbie questioned. "I know he wanted to talk to you before he and Ben left on vacation."
"Vacation?"
"Ben and Michael's Bermuda trip," Ted reminded.
"Michael mentioned trying your cell phone several times over the past week with little success. It also didn't help that Justin was out of town and unreachable himself."
"U-uh, right," Brian nodded absently as he wondered where the hell his partner had gone. As far as he had been aware, Justin had been Pittsburgh the entire time he had been in Spain.
"Speaking of trips," Emmett interjected. "Doesn't Brian seem rather tan for being in Philadelphia for two weeks? Teddy wasn't kidding when he mentioned your tan," he said to Brian.
"Philadelphia?" Melanie stared at the family in confusion. "Am I missing something here? The last I heard you were busy getting your dick sucked on the sands of Ibiza."
"I-Ibiza?" Ted repeated in disbelief. "That's impossible. He and Justin were supposed to go together. Besides Justin was in Chi...."
"Who said anything about Justin," Brian shrugged.
Emmett stared at Brian indignantly, "You mean to tell me that you abandoned our baby to go to Ibiza by yourself?"
"You got it," Melanie confirmed. "As I've always said, once an asshole, always an asshole."
"Gosh, Bri, are you sure that was a wise move on your part?" Ted questioned.
"If you ask me it was a fucking foolish thing to do," Debbie chastised. "What possessed you to do something that cruel?" she demanded.
"Frankly, I don't think it's any of your goddamned business," Brian declared as he stood up and threw a few bills on the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have a living to earn."
3:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik
After his frustrating lunch experience at the diner, Brian returned to the office intent on focusing on his work. Fortunately he had been able to push aside his annoyance with the family, and had managed to spend a few quality hours on Liberty Air before turning his attention to Brown Athletics.
"Have you seen my Brown file?" Brian stepped out of his office to question Cynthia.
"Justin has it," Cynthia replied, not even bothering to look up from her computer screen.
"Why does he have it?" Brian wondered. "Never mind that," he decided. "Just do me a favor and get it from him."
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" Cynthia questioned.
"Perhaps by getting up and walking over to his office?" Brian suggested in an irritable tone.
"Think again. Short of flying to Chicago, I think there's little you can do when it comes to obtaining the file."
"Chicago?"
"Considering the fact that that's where your partner currently is...."
"What the fuck is Justin doing in Chicago?" Brian demanded.
"Aside from saving your ungracious ass, one would imagine he's preparing for the Clio Awards. In case you've forgotten, they're this Wednesday," Cynthia reminded.
"Look, can you just drop the role of the scorned assistant for a moment and tell me what the fuck is going on around here?" Brian raked a hand through his hair in exasperation.
"Gladly," Cynthia smiled with pleasure. She was looking forward to putting her arrogant boss in his place.
***
"Unfucking believable," Brian furiously paced his office.
After being informed by Cynthia that his Brown campaign was no more, and that Justin was currently in Chicago finalizing the new campaign, Brian had suffered the indignity of having to call Leo Brown and listen to the man praise Justin to the heavens. Hearing one of his top clients refer to Justin as advertising genius extraordinaire had been a bitter pill to swallow, but not nearly as bitter as hearing Brown insist that Justin work on his account in the future.
It amazed Brian that after everything he had put into his campaign for Brown Athletics, he was now faced with having to watch all of his efforts go up in smoke. Once again Justin had somehow managed to take center stage, effectively pulling the rug out from under him. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, Justin was right there, eagerly taking everything away from him. The more Justin succeeded the more Brian worried that he'd soon have nothing left to give.
9:00 p.m.
The Loft
Hours later, Brian found himself sitting on the living room floor nursing a drink. After the past twenty-four hours, the only thing he felt like doing was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Beam.
As he poured himself another shot, he frowned as he heard a knock at the door.
"What now?" Brian grumbled as he reluctantly slid open the door to find Lindsay standing on the other side.
"Good to see you too, Brian," Lindsay greeted as she pushed her way into the loft.
"Look, if you're here to berate me for my latest sins, I'm not interested."
"I don't care if you're interested," Lindsay countered.
"Do yourself a favor and just go," Brian motioned to the door.
"Trust me, I'm not doing myself any favors by coming here. The only person I'm doing a favor for is you. Now, you're going to sit down, shut up, and listen to what I have to say," Lindsay ordered as Brian merely stared back at her in surprise.
***
"I know the past month has been rough for you," Lindsay began a few minutes later. "I can only imagine the memories your mother's death has resurrected. However, it's no excuse for the way you've been behaving."
"What makes you think my behavior has anything to do with Joan?" Brian questioned.
"I know you, Brian. I know what type of environment you grew up in, and I know firsthand what Joan's hatred has done to you."
"I hate to break it to you Linds, but I could give a shit about Joan's death."
"Really?" Lindsay had difficulty believing her friend. "Then why run off to Ibiza? Why continually let your son down, when you had insisted just a few months ago that you wanted to be a more active father?"
"Perhaps I've realized that I'm not meant to be a family man," Brian shrugged.
"That's a load of crap and you know it."
"It's the truth, Lindsay. Jack was right."
"The only person who has the power to make Jack right is you, Brian," Lindsay argued. "Although, I have admit, you're doing a damn good job of it."
"Thanks," Brian smiled bitterly.
"However, you could change things," Lindsay added. "It doesn't have to be like this. It's not too late to have a relationship with your son."
"He's better off without someone like me in his life."
"Perhaps now he is, but that's not to say that maybe some day in the future you might want to be a father. However until then, it's probably best you stay away. I can't keep subjecting my son to the constant disappointment of having a father who can't get his act together," Lindsay remarked in a voice filled with regret.
"Anything else?" Brian questioned quietly.
"Just a word of advice."
"And that is?"
"Think about how much Justin means to you, because you're one step away from losing him," Lindsay warned, before gathering her purse and leaving.
2:00 a.m.
The Loft
Lying awake in bed, Brian reflected on his trip to Ibiza. While he had been desperate to get away from his suffocating surroundings in Pittsburgh, his two weeks on the island had done little to heal his pain. Even with its hot guys, sandy beaches, designer drugs, and infamous clubs, Ibiza hadn't been able to block the hateful image of his mother. No matter how intense his pain management, Joan had still found a way to infiltrate his head.
Now back in Pittsburgh, Brian suddenly found his world crumbling around him. His Brown campaign had failed, Cynthia was barely speaking to him, the family was pissed as hell, he'd let Gus down to the extent that Lindsay was now requesting he stay away, and last but not least, his relationship with Justin was virtually beyond repair. Justin... just the thought of his lover made Brian's stomach ache. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Lindsay was right. Somewhere along the line he had allowed his resentment and insecurity to take over his relationship with the blond, and now he was paying the price.
Brian knew he had little hope when it came to salvaging things with Justin. Deep down he knew that when he had carelessly abandoned him for Ibiza that he had jeopardized his future with his partner. Yet at the time it didn't seem to matter. All that had mattered was getting away from it all. However, upon his return Brian had been forced to face the consequences of his actions. Consequences that now included five ruined Armani suits. While he had been furious at the discovery of them, Brian knew he couldn't hold it against Justin, not when what he'd done had been so much worse. He also knew the suits were only a small part of Justin's anger and pain.
As Brian raked a frustrated hand through his tousled hair, he wondered if he had let things go too far when it came to the blond. He wondered if maybe there was some way he could find a way to put all of his demons aside and focus instead on saving his relationship. He knew that after everything that had happened over the past few months, losing Justin would be the most difficult blow of them all.
Wednesday, June 30th
Noon
NoMI Restaurant
Downtown Chicago
"Nervous about tonight?" Brendan inquired as he sat in the Park Hyatt's seventh floor French restaurant with Justin and Nathan.
"Not too bad," Justin replied. "I'm just glad we finished everything for Brown this morning."
"Tonight is going to kick ass," Nathan predicted. "We're going to be the hippest table to ever grace the Clio Awards."
"Try the youngest," Brendan laughed. "That reminds me, what time are the others due?"
"Not until two-thirty," Nathan replied, referring to the other Kinnetik staff members that were flying out for the awards.
"Any ideas on how we're going to celebrate tonight?" Brendan asked.
"Aren't you being a bit premature?" Justin protested.
"Not at all. Not when I know you're going to win," Brendan grinned at his friend.
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, I am," Nathan announced. "That's why I've arranged to start off the evening's celebration at the Signature Lounge which just happens to be located on the 96th floor of the John Hancock Center.
"Good call," Brendan complimented, as the maitre d' approached their table.
"Pardon me, Gentlemen. An important package arrived via special courier for Mr. Taylor and I thought he might appreciate it right away."
"Uh, thank you," Justin said in a surprised voice as he was handed a manila envelope.
"My pleasure, Sir."
***
"So, what's in the envelope?" Nathan curiously inquired as Justin closely examined the documents he had received.
"N-nothing too important," the blond shrugged. "Just some papers I was expecting from Jake Connolly." Justin wasn't about to tell his friends that he was staring at a medical report from Brian's doctor. The last thing he had expected was for Brian to actually take him seriously and seek out a clean bill of health. Now he was sitting here holding what he had requested, but with little clue as to what it meant. Just what type of message was Brian trying to send him?
"Are you sure? You look a bit shaken," Brendan observed.
"It's probably just nerves," Justin covered.
"Why don't you relax this afternoon," Nathan suggested. "I heard the hotel has a great masseuse. Besides, Brendan and I can handle taking care of the others," he assured.
"Maybe I'll take you up on it," the blond decided, eager to relax and take his mind off of Brian.
7:15 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom
Several hours later, the hotel ballroom was beginning to reach its capacity with the Clios only minutes away from beginning. As Justin sat at Kinnetik's table sipping a glass of wine and sharing jokes with his staff members, he couldn't help but notice the empty seat across from him.
"Are we missing someone?" Justin turned and murmured to Brendan.
"Not that I know of. Although I'm surprised we have an empty place."
"Huh, I could have sworn August had the count right," Justin remarked.
"Maybe he thought Brian was coming."
"Maybe," Justin shrugged, knowing full well he had instructed his assistant otherwise.
***
Minutes later, Justin glanced at his watch to see that there were only a few more minutes until the awards began. Anxious to get the evening over with, the blond barely noticed the surprised looks on his colleague's faces as their eyes darted across the room to the figure who had become the center of everyone's attention.
"I should have known," Brendan chuckled as he watched the Armani clad man make his grand entrance.
"Should have known what?" Justin turned toward his friend, as he suddenly felt his insides flutter unexpectedly.
"That someone wouldn't have missed this for the world," Brendan remarked as Justin's eyes locked suddenly with a pair of familiar hazel ones from across the room.
"No shit," Nathan agreed, as the three men watched Brian saunter toward their table.
***
"Ladies, gentlemen," Brian causally greeted Kinnetik's table while he carefully eyed his lover.
"Brian, what a surprise," Brendan smiled warmly, pleased that his boss had turned up for Justin. "I thought you were unable to attend."
"Fortunately things changed. Besides, I couldn't very well allow Kinnetik to be the worst-dressed table here."
"Of course not," Nathan rolled his eyes at his boss' impeccable appearance.
"Why don't you take my seat?" Brendan offered.
"Thanks, Mitchell," Brian acknowledged. Pleased by the artist's good sense, he slid into the chair next to Justin.
***
"Uh, hey," Justin greeted carefully. He was stunned that Brian had decided to make an appearance, and had no idea what to make of it.
"Hey."
"So, when did you get here, Brian?" Nathan inquired.
"A few hours ago," Brian indicated as he noticed Justin's back stiffen with tension.
"Well, I think it's great that you were able to come," Brendan commented. "Don't you agree, Justin?"
"U-uh sure," the blond shrugged, not quite certain he agreed. However there was little he could do at this point.
10:00 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom
A few hours later, the awards ceremony was beginning to near its conclusion as it began awarding the evening's most prestigious honors. Kinnetik had been nominated for Justin's work on Sherbourne Hotel's print campaign, and only the bronze and silver awards had been presented in the category thus far.
As the presentation for the gold award began, Justin couldn't help but shift nervously in his chair. He knew his chances of winning were slim with such fierce competition, but it didn't stop him from hoping for the impossible. Just because Brian didn't seem to think he deserved the award, didn't mean the artist was going to give up dreaming; not when the award would mean the world to the members of his Sherbourne team.
Brian... The thought of the man made Justin glance uneasily at his partner. While he had never in a million years expected him to make an appearance, the blond had to admit he was surprised by the way his lover had been behaving. Instead of displaying his blatant disapproval, Brian had done everything in his power to play the charming host. While Justin found his partner's behavior somewhat disarming, he had made sure to maintain his guard around him.
The blond's eyes fluttered in surprise as he suddenly felt his hand given a supportive squeeze from underneath the table. Justin turned to give Brian a questioning stare, but his partner's features remained impassive as the announcer continued reading the names of the nominees.
***
"And this year's winner of the Clio Gold Award for best print campaign is Kinnetik!" came the excited voice of the announcer. "Accepting on behalf of Kinnetik is Creative Director and Partner, Justin Taylor."
"Oh my God," Justin whispered in shock as the ballroom erupted in applause.
"We did it!" Nathan exclaimed in jubilation as he and Brendan jumped out of their seats and grabbed Justin in a bear hug.
"I don't believe it!" the blond smiled in disbelief. He was having difficulty comprehending the fact that he had just been awarded one of the highest honors in the industry.
"Come on, you better get up there and accept," Brendan excitedly pushed his friend in the direction of the stage, giving the blond no time to look in the direction of his partner.
***
"Uh, wow," Justin began nervously as he stood center stage, holding the coveted award. "This is a tremendous honor and privilege to be here tonight and to accept this award on behalf of Kinnetik. I would like to take the moment to thank the awards panel for bestowing this honor upon us. I would also like to thank Jake and Sean Connolly for allowing Kinnetik the opportunity to create truly innovative and challenging campaigns for their hotels. In addition I would also like to thank my team members. It's not every day someone is as fortunate as myself to have a group of brilliantly talented individuals who are willing to work day in and day out to create a product that is distinctively reflective of our client's needs and the market," the blond continued.
"Finally, I would like to thank...." Justin hesitated for a moment as he looked across the room and uneasily locked eyes with Brian. "Brendan Mitchell and Nathan James for their continual support and dedication to Kinnetik's vision and success."
***
Upon the conclusion of Justin's speech, the ballroom burst into polite applause once again as he made his way back to his table. Sitting back in his seat and listening to the applause, Brian couldn't help but feel the eyes of the others at his table on him. While there was no rule that said Justin had been required to thank him, the blond's omission had not gone unnoticed.
While Brian knew he had no one to blame but himself, it still didn't stop his lover's snub from stinging. After all, it was he who had made Justin into the success he had become. He doubted many others would have taken the risk of making a nineteen-year-old kid their business partner. Yet, Brian had, because deep down he had instinctively known that Justin would become a success. However, he had never imagined the extent of his partner's success nor the potential threat that he had become.
"Congratulations, Justin!" Julie, a member of Kinnetik's Sherbourne team, offered happily as Justin rejoined the table.
"Thanks," Justin smiled.
"So, are we going to give that platinum card of yours a workout tonight?" Nathan turned to Brian, eager to celebrate Justin's award.
"I don't see why not. Justin knows I'm always one to celebrate achievement," he replied smoothly, making sure to lock eyes with the blond.
"Of course," Justin agreed uneasily before looking away, not entirely comfortable with the idea of celebrating his award with Brian.
Midnight
The Signature Lounge
John Hancock Center
"You know," Brian drawled as he approached his lover later that evening, "I paid a shit load of cash for that Dom Perignon you're holding. The least you could do is drink it."
"I'm working on it," Justin murmured quietly. At the conclusion of the Clios, the group had decided to take up Nathan's suggestion and head to John Hancock Center's Signature Lounge for a celebration. Brian, continuing his role as the charming host, had wound up spending a lavish amount on drinks and hors d'oeuvres. While Justin appreciated the gesture, he was too discomforted by his lover's presence to really involve himself in the festivities.
"Some view, huh?" Brian commented as he came to stand beside his lover and look out over the city.
"Look, can we cut the small talk and just cut to the chase?" Justin demanded anxiously.
"What; am I not allowed to comment on the view?"
"Can you please just do me a favor and tell me what the fuck you're doing here?" the blond sighed. He was sick of walking around on eggshells all evening.
"Perhaps I genuinely wanted to see my partner win his first Clio," Brian offered casually.
"Bullshit. We both know damn well that you don't think I deserve it."
"Maybe I slightly misjudged the situation," Brian admitted in a tight voice. He knew that if he had any hope of making peace with the blond, he was going to have to put his insecurities and resentment aside, and allow himself to be honest.
"I see." Justin sensed Brian was attempting in his own way to apologize. "And the documents I received this afternoon?"
"The couch isn't all that comfortable," Brian shrugged.
"Right," Justin nodded. "Don't think this means I forgive you, though. Not only did you break your promise, you also left me with one hell of a fucking mess."
"I know," Brian acknowledged gruffly. "I met with Leo Brown this afternoon. He's pleased with the new campaign. You did a good job with it."
"Thanks."
"So, uh, what now?" Brian shifted uncomfortably.
"What is it you want?"
"You," came a hoarse whisper.
"You don't deserve me," Justin shook his head in disbelief.
"Look, I fucked up..."
"You're damn right you did," Justin cut him off. "However, I suppose there's no harm in being civil to one another until we figure out this whole fucking mess."
"I suppose it's a start," Brian conceded, knowing full well this was more than he deserved.
"It's the only start you're going to get," Justin warned. "Now why don't we stop acting like a pair of lesbians and start mingling with our employees instead?"
"Deal," Brian smirked, obviously relieved they had been able to come to some type of truce.
3:00 a.m.
Park Hyatt
After having drinks at the Signature Room, the group's celebration had moved on to a few of Chicago's hottest nightclubs before concluding back at the Park Hyatt for further celebrations.
"Ready to call it a night?" Brian asked as Justin finished his vodka tonic. The others had gone up to their rooms only minutes before.
"Yep," the blond set down his glass and followed Brian out of the hotel's NoMI Lounge.
"What floor are you?" Brian questioned as he stepped into the elevator with his partner.
"Fourteen, what about you?"
"Eighteen," Brian indicated while the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent.
"So," Justin began uncomfortably. "How long are you staying?"
"I thought I would fly back on Friday as I plan on spending most of my afternoon at Armani tomorrow."
"Oh u-uh, right," Justin nodded sheepishly, knowing full well the reason for his boyfriend's visit to the famous designer's store.
"What about you?"
"I was thinking about flying back on Friday also. There's an exhibit at the art institute I wanted to see."
"Sounds interesting."
"Sure," Justin gave an uncomfortable shrug. "Uh, Bri?"
"Yeah?"
"About your suits.... I uh suppose I owe you something of...."
"Don't. It's not like I wasn't in need of a few new suits anyway."
"B-but you just bought..." the blond began to protest as the elevator suddenly stopped at his floor. "I uh, guess this is me."
"Guess so," Brian nodded.
"Maybe I'll run into you tomorrow," Justin decided it best to keep things casual for now.
"Jus?"
"Yeah?" the blond turned to stare at his partner.
"Good night," Brian breathed, as he reached for his lover and captured his lips in a sweet caress.
***
"Bri?" Justin suddenly pulled away from his lover in hesitation as the elevator stopped suddenly on Brian's floor. The couple had been so caught up in rediscovering the feel of each other's lips that they hadn't even noticed the elevator begin ascending again.
"Stay with me tonight, Jus," Brian whispered into his boyfriend's ear, as he continued to hold him close, not wanting to let him go.
"I..." the blond looked around uncertainly, unsure as to what he should do. As angry and hurt as he still was with Brian, a strong part of him needed to feel his lover inside of him. He wanted desperately for Brian to take away his pain.
"Shh..." Brian put a finger up to Justin's lip. "Stay and I promise that everything will be okay..." he whispered, as the blond nodded shyly in agreement.
***
"I want you, Sunshine," Brian breathed minutes later as he pushed Justin back against the goose down pillows adorning the massive bed. "I want you more right now than you could ever imagine," he said as he gently caressed his lover's cheek, reveling in the feel of his silky skin.
"It's been a long time," Justin sighed.
"Too long," Brian agreed as he leaned over and captured Justin's invitingly full lips in a passionate kiss.
For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times a look, said all we had to say
You played your part so well, a modern Romeo
You came on cupid's wings, and then you flew away
"Bri," Justin moaned as he felt his lover's warm lips kissing his ear before traveling down his neck.
"You like that, don't you?" Brian grinned while his hands went to work slowly unbuttoning Justin's shirt. Pushing the garment aside, he traced his lips along the contours of the blond's milky white flesh, teasing and tantalizing Justin with his warm breath.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
"Yes!" Justin began to buck underneath his partner as he felt Brian take his nipple ring between his lips, and tug on it in a way that elicited a sensation that traveled all the way to his shaft.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
Patiently, Brian worked his way down toward Justin's hard and aching cock. Reaching with agile fingers, he began stroking the blond's hardened length in exactly the way his lover liked it.
"Ohhh," Justin writhed against the bed, his fingers grasping at the linens as he felt his body tense in response to his lover's ministrations.
"That's it Sunshine," Brian encouraged hotly. "Let your body relax and feel how much I want you."
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Brian!" Justin began panting minutes later as his lover continued his assault on his throbbing length. It hadn't taken long for Brian to replace his maddening fingers with his burning lips.
"Relax," Brian breathed as he continued to suck and tease his lover's aching flesh, anxious to give him pleasure, anxious to take away his pain.
"Oh God! Brian!" Justin screamed suddenly as he felt the blood begin to rush through his veins, his body tighten at its impending release. "Brian!" he screamed again as this time his body relished in the heat of its climax.
For every sleepless night, forever in your arms
For every hour spent lost in the reverie
You broke your promises, no shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges to an endless mystery
"I want you, Sunshine," Brian whispered hotly into his lover's ear. "I want to bury myself deep inside of your core."
"Then fuck me, Brian. I need to feel you inside of me," Justin responded breathlessly, having not quite recovered from his own shattering release.
"Then you shall," Brian promised, reaching for the lube and a condom, wanting more than anything to be one with Justin again.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
Soon, Brian was thrusting hungrily inside of his lover's warm flesh. He felt that after the endless weeks of pain, the endless weeks of being haunted by darkened memories, he was finally coming home. For he knew deep down, there was only one person who could truly take away his pain. Yet, somehow Brian had managed to forget this along the way, and now he wondered if he was too late.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Bri," Justin moaned, as his body tightened in response to his lover's searing length. Feeling Brian continue his pace, Justin was relieved to find himself in his partner's arms once again. No one could make him feel the way Brian did, and as much as the blond tried to deny it, he knew that Brian would always be the only one for him. However, he was no longer certain it was enough to keep him holding on. After everything that had happened between them, it was difficult to contemplate what the future had in store for them.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
However, as Brian and Justin both found themselves pondering the uncertainty of their future, neither could deny the intensity of their coupling nor the strong feelings associated with it. Soon, all thoughts of the future were banished, as they found themselves drowning in the intensity of their desires.
When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain...
"Burned with Desire" - Armin van Buuren