Another boring meeting. This one a tele-conference at 7am. Probably explains at least a little about the subject. *g*
Starring Brian, it's rated "R" for language.
If you're not an adult, go away.
AFTERMATH
“Coffee!” he croaks pathetically.
I push his cup across the counter.
He shovels in five spoons of sugar and takes a gulp, swearing because it’s hot.
“Rough night?” I ask sweetly.
The patented Kinney death glare is augmented by the reddened, dark-circled eyes of a major hangover.
I shrug. “Self-inflicted. No sympathy.”
He gulps down the rest of the cup, grabs the back of my neck and kisses me roughly.
“It’s not self-inflicted if it’s self defense,” he claims as he heads for the door.. “It’s the only way any self respecting fag can survive dinner with their fucking mother-in-law.”