testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2006-09-01 22:35:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Vexed, Perplexed, and Just Plain Pissed Off
Written By: beathen
Timeline: Indeterminate except for the fact that Brian has opened Kinnetik (so really it’s an extremely vague, early Season 4)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes a reward outweighs the frustration it takes to achieve it.
Author Notes: A heartfelt and grateful thank you to my betas: besame_bj, shadownyc, and flamencanyc.
Chapter 1 – Sunday morning
Right after he woke up, Brian lay in bed, Justin practically wrapped around his body. The kid was such an angel when he was in bed sleeping; it was so peaceful, and Brian could lie there forever, a feeling of contentment washing over him. It was amazing how well he slept when Justin spent the night, or enjoyed it when Justin cooked him dinner, or when he did any one of a number of little things that, on the surface, wouldn’t mean much to anyone else. But Brian enjoyed those moments and wanted them more often. How could he get Justin back without asking straight out? He really wanted to avoid Justin making a scene if he were to let Justin know exactly how much he missed him when he was gone.
As Brian stumbled out of bed around 11a.m. he figured he would take a piss, make coffee and then manipulate Justin into moving back in with him. After flushing, Brian went to pick up his toothbrush from the holder, but then realized when his hand didn’t touch the familiar plastic in its usual spot that it was actually sitting on the back of the sink. Why did Justin always feel the need to move it? It was fucking annoying and was starting to give him a headache. When he opened up the medicine cabinet, the bottle of aspirin was missing from the second shelf. A quick glance at all the shelves revealed that it was not there.
He made his way to the kitchen, but before he managed to even make it over to the coffee pot, Brian found himself sprawled on the floor on his hands and knees."
“FUCK!”
Brian twisted himself around on the floor to see what the hell had caused him to land on his knees. Which hurt, by the way. As he rubbed his knee caps to eliminate some of the sting, Brian spotted the cause of his problems. He picked up the messenger bag and tried to figure out why it was laying in the middle of the floor.
This was too much to take after such a late night at Babylon. His head was throbbing, his mouth felt like cotton, and now, thanks to a blond twink’s messenger bag, his knees were killing him. Walking back into the bedroom, Brian threw the bag on top of a sleeping Justin.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” Justin grumbled into his pillow, pushing the bag off his stomach.
“You deserve it,” Brian replied.
“For what?”
“Making me trip over it.”
Justin tried to bury his head in his pillow, but Brian yanked it away. He was not going to let him sleep now that he was up. And hurting.
Justin rolled onto his back and blearily looked at Brian and groaned. “Let me take a piss before you start in on me. Go make your coffee.”
“No. We’re going to deal with this right now.”
Justin tried to get off the bed to avoid this argument, but Brian was too quick. Before Justin could roll onto his side, Brian had straddled him and pinned him to the bed.
There was a pause as their eyes locked. Neither one wanted to make the first move, but Justin finally broke down and asked, “How exactly am I supposed to be involved in making you trip over my bag?”
“You left it in the middle of the floor last night. This morning it was in my way.”
Justin laughed. “And you couldn’t walk around it?” He tried to wrench his hands from Brian’s grasp but he had no leverage and struggled in vain.
“Listen here, you little shit.” Brian pushed Justin’s wrists to the bed and leaned over into Justin’s face. “This is my loft and my rules. Your crap needs to be picked up and put away. This is not Daphne’s where you can throw your shit down wherever you want.”
“I’m here all the time anyway,” Justin replied.
“But you never pick up a damn thing! You move my shit around and then I can’t find it. Your art supplies litter the entire loft. Is it too much to put your stuff all in one place and to return my items to their rightful places?”
“You’re one to talk!” Justin said, lifting his head from the bed. “Whenever I come here all I see are empty bottles of Beam lining the counter or the bed completely messed up from you fucking a trick the night before.” The muscles in Justin’s neck were straining as he tried to get his face even closer to Brian’s. Justin’s voice dropped a few decibels. “Or how about when I have to pick up a used condom from my side of the bed when I know I wasn’t the one to use it?” Justin lowered his head back to the bed and lay there, completely abandoning any hope of getting out of Brian’s grip.
“You presumptive little twat. I don’t have to answer to you for how I act in my own loft! You, on the other hand, need to start following some rules.”
“Will you shut the fuck up, Brian?” Justin rolled his eyes. “This all started with the bag, right? Okay. So I left it on the floor.” Brian sat back, still straddling Justin, but released his hands. Justin rubbed each of his wrists to dampen the pinprick sensations he was feeling. “If I recall correctly, however, you were the one who pulled it off me so you could get my clothes off as quickly as possible. It’s not my fault you were incredibly horny and couldn’t be bothered to let me put my bag aside where you wouldn’t trip over it.”
This was a new turn of events. Brian didn’t think he’d be the one being blamed.
Justin continued on with his tirade. “Instead of asking me to move my shit, you expect that I should automatically know what you want from me. But you know what’s worse than leaving my bag on the floor? It’s your pissy attitude about it. Every single event that happens in your life is met with sarcasm, rude remarks, and negativity. Did you even think through why my bag was on the floor in the first place?” Brian opened his mouth to reply, but Justin didn’t give him the opportunity to speak. “No. You don’t think, not when it’s so much easier to blame me or condescend to everyone at every possible opportunity. If I dared you to go three days without saying anything negative at all, your head would probably explode.”
Justin crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. Sitting further back on his heels Brian was considering what Justin had said. He finally spoke, “Fine. I accept, but we need to negotiate the stakes.”
Justin looked up at Brian’s smirk. “Huh?”
“I. Accept.”
Now it was Justin’s turn to look perplexed. “Accept what?”
Brian pushed off from the counter and stood up straight. “Your dare, of course.”
“You do?” The wheels in Justin’s head were spinning. Could he possibly be hearing what he thought he was hearing?
“Sure. Three days without any negative comments. But let's make it more interesting and turn your dare into a bet--I want something if I win.” The smirk on Brian’s face started to worry Justin. That expression never led to anything good. “I want you to move in with me, permanently. No more of this running back and forth between here and Daphne’s.” Even though he was pissed as hell about the bag and the toothbrush and all the other little shit, he’d decided the boy had his uses and wanted him around more. He’d never go all lesbian and declare his undying love, or some shit like that to him, but for the most part, he enjoyed Justin’s company and wouldn’t mind it if he were around more often.
Looking at the man sitting on him, Justin scrunched up his forehead. “Huh? How is my moving in with you supposed to make things better? I’d think you would want me out of the way.”
Even though the dare had started out because of Brian’s attitude, he was going to turn the situation to his advantage. Sure, Justin was messy, but the advantages of having Justin move in with him outweighed any of the negative aspects of living with him. Brian leaned over him running a hand through the blond hair. “If you’re living here, I can make you pick up your shit. Besides, think of the advantage: my cock available to you 24-7. It’s a win-win situation. You get my cock, I get your ass.”
Justin was a bit apprehensive about this. Every time he’d moved in with Brian, everything had gone sour and he’d had to move out again. How could moving in with Brian make things better? Was this bet really worth it if Brian won? He thought about it for a minute, Brian thankfully quiet, and tried to think up a suitable consequence for Brian if he lost.
“If you lose, I want something then.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
“If you lose…” Justin paused before continuing, “I want to top you in the backroom of Babylon.” He exhaled quickly, his heart racing with anticipation of Brian’s answer. Justin was positive that Brian would reject this addition to the terms and the bet would be off; he’d really only said it because he was so uncertain about Brian possibly winning and him moving back in. If there was anything to make Brian refuse, it was the humiliation of being topped in the backroom.
Staring at Justin, Brian was impressed with Justin’s balls, and not just the ones he was sitting on. It would be a huge blow to his reputation if he lost, but this was just incentive to not lose. “I accept your terms. Are we agreed?”
His eyes getting wide at the prospect of actually going through with it, Justin tried to think of any disadvantages to the deal, besides being absolutely certain that Brian wouldn’t make it a day without saying anything negative. Finally realizing that he was still waiting for an answer, Justin replied, “Three days, Brian. Just remember that. But you can’t tell anyone about the bet. That would be cheating.”
Brian leaned over once again so that his body was flush against Justin’s and captured his mouth in a feather-light kiss to seal the deal. A simple kiss that became heated very quickly. Brain held either side of Justin’s face, guiding him so they could devour each other as efficiently as possible. Brian then ran a finger lightly down Justin’s bare chest, thankful that neither of them slept with shirts on.
Before he lost all ability to talk, Brian added, “Plus, I want you available to me as often as possible. If I’m going to go that long without making everyone fear for their jobs or lives, I’m going to want a way to take out my frustration.”
Justin looked up at Brian’s face, his heart pounding, “Fucking makes it all better?”
Brian leaned in again and claimed Justin’s mouth. “Absolutely.”
Pulling back as much as he could to break the kiss, Justin said, “You know I have work and school. I’m not just going to cut class or the diner just to satisfy your dick.”
Brian kissed Justin again. From there, everything went very quickly. They quickly removed the few clothes they were wearing and began to grind against each other, their bodies responding to the stimulation of skin on skin. Brian pulled back slightly, ran his hands down Justin’s chest and abs, and lightly grazed the length of Justin’s dick.
Justin moaned into Brian’s mouth at the feeling and wriggled against him to get more friction to his cock. His already hard dick was ready and aching to come -- now! When Brian slipped a finger behind Justin’s balls and gently teased his hole with a delicate swipe, Justin’s lips broke away from Brian’s and he groaned. “Fuck me. Now.”
Justin wound his hands behind Brian’s head, while Brian maneuvered Justin’s legs up onto his shoulders. In a matter of moments, Brian was rolling on a condom and gently pushing into the man beneath him. After Justin rolled his hips a bit to indicate he was ready, Brian pulled back and pushed in again, forcefully, causing Justin to moan.
Justin slid his legs down and crossed them behind Brian’s ass to help control the speed, opening his eyes to stare into Brian’s face. “Do it,” he demanded. Brian needed no more encouragement, and started a steady in-and-out rhythm; the pleasure created causing Justin’s flagging cock to come back to full-mast. The friction of their bodies grinding against each other started a flame so intense in both of them that it wasn’t long before Brian felt himself about to spiral out of control. He sped up his thrusts, pressing himself as close to Justin as he could so that the friction of their bodies would bring Justin off as well.
When Brian leaned down and whispered into Justin’s ear, “Come for me,” Justin allowed the coiled spring to snap. The contractions of Justin’s body around Brian’s massaged him over the edge to orgasm as well.
When they had recovered from the aftershocks of their orgasms, Brian pulled out, discarded the condom by the side of the bed, and rolled over to Justin’s side. He leaned over and planted a kiss onto Justin’s head as a satisfied smile came over the young man’s face. Brian leaned back into the pillows and lit a cigarette he had retrieved from his nightstand, allowing Justin time to bask in the afterglow wearing a cheesy grin and heaving satisfied sighs.
When Brian had stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, he asked, “Shower?”
“God, yes.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening fucking on every available surface in the loft.
Chapter 2 – Monday morning
By the time 8a.m. had rolled around, Brian was dressed in a clean, crisp suit. That was after having Justin blow him and then fucking him in the shower. It was always good to wake up with a morning fuck; it made the rest of the day seem easier to deal with. But now Brian was strolling into the diner alone for some breakfast and coffee, having let Justin go back to sleep once he’d left. He sat down in an empty booth and sat back against the wall, waiting for one of the waitresses to take his order.
Brian leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Mornings should only be around for me to sleep through, he thought as he waited. After a few moments, he opened an eye to see what was taking so long.
“Hey Debbie! Can I get some breakfast?” Brian called. Debbie was running around the diner with her hands full of plates, seemingly unable to keep up with the crowd that had filled the place.
“Keep your pants on, asshole. I’ll be with you in a minute,” she replied over her shoulder, having turned away to grab a fresh order from the window.
Brian mumbled to himself that he could have gotten Justin to make him breakfast, and it would probably be tastier, too. Especially with dessert being Justin cream sauce.
After finally unloading the plates she was carrying to the adjacent table, Debbie stood in front of Brian, pulling her order pad out of her apron pocket. “Coffee and two egg whites scrambled, right?” she asked, before Brian had a chance to open his mouth.
It really was too early to be dealing with a cranky Debbie. He preferred to avoid getting a Novotny lecture before he’d even had his coffee. He nodded and waved his assent, letting her rush off to fill his order.
He was sipping his coffee when Debbie dropped a plate onto the table in front of him and walked away to refill some other patrons’ coffee cups. Brian lifted a piece of his egg onto his fork, but stopped with it halfway to his mouth. It was an egg but it wasn’t scrambled and had yolk running all over it.
“Debbie!” he called out again, pissed that the breakfast in front of him was not what he ordered. He glanced at his watch trying to figure out how long it was going to take for him to get a semi-decent breakfast. With everyone else’s plates passed out and a lull in the traffic, Debbie slipped into the other side of the booth and raised her eyebrows.
“You got something to say?” she asked, with an edge to her tone that made it clear she was not up for any bullshit this morning.
“You call this breakfast?” Brian countered. “Your cook can’t fill one fucking order correctly and you’re giving me an attitude? This breakfast is for…” Brian stopped his little tirade as the memory of yesterday’s deal with Justin came to mind. Three days without any negative comments. That was the deal and the reward would be worth it.
“Fuck it,” Brian said as he threw a five dollar bill onto the table and stood up. “I’m going to work.”
With his coat in hand, Brian walked out of the diner. If possible, Debbie’s eyebrows rose higher on her head as she contemplated the fact that Brian Kinney had just refrained from swearing about the poor service and incorrect meal.
Chapter 3 – Monday morning at Kinnetik – 10 a.m.
Brian stormed out of his office and past Cynthia’s desk.
“Get Ted in my office in 5 minutes,” he commanded her. As she scurried to retrieve Ted for his weekly berating, Brian continued down the hall to the art department. All the light chattering in the area ceased as people noticed the look on his face that said ‘Don’t fuck with me or you will lose your job.’
He stopped in front of Alan’s desk, the head of the department and slammed a couple of boards onto his desk. “What the fuck is this?”
Alan quickly sifted through the boards before replying, “The ads for the Millant account.”
Brian brought a hand to his forehead and rubbed at the vein that was beginning to throb. “I know the company’s name,” he said in a frustrated tone. He really wanted to rip this guy a new one. Instead of yelling, he sighed, “Just fix the colors and get it back to me in one hour. The client will be here at 11:30.”
As Brian walked out of the art department, a couple of heads popped up from their cubicles, amazed at the quiet tone and non-malicious words. People looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with their boss.
Back in the main office, Ted waited for Brian to walk in and yell at him. He was used to this weekly torture, but it never took away the dread of possibly ending up jobless again. The click of shoes in the hallway getting progressively louder and the slight swish of the door opening alerted Ted to Brian’s return. Ted glanced down at his watch. It seemed that whomever Brian had berated before him this morning got off easy. Normally he had to wait a good twenty minutes in Brian’s office before the man came back. Now, looking back up at Brian’s face, he wasn’t sure whether he should quit now and get the hell out or see what the boss had to say. Brian’s face was a visage of pain, disgust and torture — not the usual look of someone who had supposedly gotten his frustration out on some hapless minion.
“So, Brian…” Ted trailed off as Brian gracelessly flopped into his seat behind the desk, still rubbing his forehead.
Brian looked across the desk at the man fidgeting there. “I got a call from Suresweet this morning. Seems they’re still undecided about coming here. What exactly did you say to them on Friday?”
Ted developed a nervous twitch under his left eye. “Well, you know I was only trying —”
“Stop.” Brian sat forward in his chair. “I had it all laid out for you: what to say, how to say it, and how to deliver the hook. So, cut the bullshit and tell me what happened.”
“Well, I did my best Brian, but you know I don’t work well under pressure. My hands get all sweaty and the words just don’t come out the way I plan.”
Brian dropped his head back onto his chair in surrender as Ted continued.
“I accidentally called the company Suresuck instead of Suresweet,” Ted finally managed to get out, half wondering if Brian was going to kill him or kill himself.
“Is that all?” Brian mumbled, still staring directly at the ceiling. There were cobwebs.
“Uh, yes?”
“It’s either ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ Theodore.”
“Then, yes.”
“Fine. Get out and go play with some numbers or whatever the fuck you do while you’re here.”
Ted made a hasty retreat for the door, still curious as to the lack of degrading comments made about his face, hair, wardrobe, love life, or anything else that Brian usually took pleasure in pointing out.
Brian, on the other hand, was far from relieved. The day that had started out so promising was heading for shit. He could feel divots on his tongue, and perhaps even taste a little copper, from biting it too hard, but it seemed like the only way to keep his words in check.
What he really needed was some coffee. He had some boards to go over in half an hour and a presentation to give 30 minutes after that. He needed to be brilliant and dazzling and all those other words that were definitely how he did not feel at the moment.
Pressing a button on the phone, he buzzed Cynthia. “Can you bring me a cup of coffee?”
“Sure, Brian,” came the reply in an affirmative, yet confused tone. Brian hardly asked for anything and here he was asking for coffee instead of demanding it. Cynthia decided she was going to check Brian’s desk for drugs after he left for the day. That was the only possible explanation.