Brian stared at the cake and cursed Justin’s accuracy as all 39 candles reflected in his eyes. Justin’s grin was smug and Brian almost smiled. He stood up and moved to the kitchen. “Brian?”
Brian returned, and blew out all the candles, with the fire extinguisher, covering the cake, the table and Justin’s shirt with the foam.
Justin laughed and put the fire extinguisher back under the sink. When he returned he had a large bakery box in his hand. “Nice try. Happy fucking birthday.”
Brian let Justin put the cake down before pulling off his clothes and fucking him.