TO: pretty_words621 FROM: aimee_br GIFT: A post 513-fic with a little fluff and a little pwp. Title : The mysterious case of the missing baking soda Rating: NC 17 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: It’s Christmas about two years after the show ends. Justin has Emmett and Gus at the house to prepare Christmas – what happens when Brian interferes? A little Christmas story, B/J style. Many thanks to badbadpixie for her much appreciated help.
The mysterious case of the missing baking soda.
‚The house, after work.‘ Justin’s e-mail read.
Brian cursed. ‘After work’ meant, fuck, another four hours and about half an hour of a drive. He groaned, loud enough in fact that Cynthia poked her head into his office to ask if he was alright, leant back in his chair and made a decision.
‘After work’ did not indicate a time at all. Maybe Brian had been able to finish early. Oh yes, definitely. And after all, Brian was the CEO of Kinnetik. He had a say about who went home when.
With a barely visible smile playing on his lips he let Cynthia know that he’d call it a day when he passed the reception and then he headed straight to the Corvette parked outside.
Justin was back early from New York. Brian hadn’t expected his – partner to be back until the following day. What kind of surprise did Justin hold in store for him that he had to write cryptic emails? Brian hoped not much clothing was required; his fingers were itching to get reacquainted to every inch of Justin’s skin.
Snow had already fallen weeks back at the end of November and the roads were slippery with muddy brown melt. Brian steered the car carefully over the road. Justin didn’t like it when Brian took the ‘vette to drive in that weather. Brian smirked at the thought of Justin sounding like a worried little housewife when Justin was everything but.
Living six months of the year away in New York, Justin worked on his career and it hard turned out brilliantly over the last two year. Not that Brian had ever doubted that. Christmas time, so Justin had decided, was a time to be home tough, despite Brian’s protest that nothing was more important than attending the opening of one of your own shows – especially not stuffing your face with Debbie’s Christmas turkey. Justin had rolled his eyes, or so Brian had imagined over the phone, and confidently said that there’d always be more shows to attend. Brian had felt oddly proud.
And now that Brian thought about it, Justin’s last visit to the Pitts, even if it had been for Thanksgiving, had been way too long ago. He missed Justin when he wasn’t around.
The driveway leading up to his, their, house was already freed from its icy coating when Brian finally pulled up to the front. The new caretaker he had hired just recently after discovering that the old one used the mansion for private parties whenever Brian or Justin weren’t around was doing an excellent job. Brian had trusted him to put up a tree with fairy lights outside the house and he’d done just fine.
Any plans for a quiet, or maybe not so quiet because he knew Justin, night in Brian had to postpone when he saw that there was another car parked on his property. There was Justin’s car, alright, but the other one looked oddly unfamiliar.
While Brian locked up the Corvette, he noticed the Christmas wreath hanging on the front door. Someone had started decorating for the festivities.
Hesitantly, as he didn’t know what to expect, Brian opened the front door. The previous year, when they had all been invited to the Novotny-Bruckners', Brian had agreed to let Justin decorate the loft. Although the kid was a genius when it came to art, he also loved kitsch too much for his own good and even brought out a nativity scene to place by Brian’s desk.
This year they were going overboard, of course. Gus would be there, as well as his little sister, and Brian would be damned if Christmas at his house wasn’t something that his son would remember.
The inside of the house looked okay… until Brian noticed mistletoe dangling in the doorway. It hung right in his face and he felt tempted to pull it off when Gus came racing around the corner and flung himself at his father’s legs excitedly.
“Daddy, Auntie Em and Justin are teaching me how to make cookies!”
Brian gazed down at his son in shock but recovered quickly. “That’s, uhm, wonderful”, he offered and leant down to kiss the top of Gus’ head.
“Oh my gosh, Brian – we…”, Emmett struggled to explain when he discovered the cause for Gus’ sudden disappearance from the kitchen.
“We,” Emmett started again and clapped his flour-covered hands together. Some of the flour actually fell off and dusted Brian’s black shoes.
“Gus, didn’t your mothers show you how to bake cookies?” Brian asked.
Gus nodded in reply hastily.
“Yes! But they never let me do anything. And Emmett is teaching us a new recipe, right? And Daddy, you know what else I learned? When you stand under a mistletoe with someone else, you have to kiss them.”
Brian seemed almost horrified. He didn’t want to know what else Auntie Em had taught his son in the course of the day.
Technically, he was standing there with Emmett, but who’d given them permission to put up that damned mistletoe? No one. And Brian had no problem disregarding that particular tradition as long as his kissing partner wasn’t Justin.
Brian was about to step past Emmett, when Gus tugged on the seam of his suit and looked at him with pleading eyes. “But Daddy!”
“Don’t spoil your kid’s fun!” Emmett muttered at Brian and before latter could oblige, Emmett had pressed his lips onto Brian’s.
In the background, someone cleared their throat overly loudly.
“I’m aghast.” Justin brushed his hands off on a dish-cloths.
“But Justin, you and Auntie Em said…” Gus started.
Justin nodded. “I know what I said, Gus. I was just making a joke.” He patted Gus’ shoulder in assurance and waited for Brian to step into the hall and greet him.
Emmett took Gus’ hand and suggested they take the next tray of cookies out of the oven. Brian and Justin surely needed their time alone. When they were on their own, Brian closed the gap between him and Justin and cupped Justin’s face in his hands.
“I didn’t expect you early,” Justin muttered, his eyes already transfixed in Brian’s lips.
“And I didn’t expect… this?” Over Justin’s shoulder, Brian caught a glance of the fireplace in the living room. Huge stockings with everyone’s names stitched on were strung up there and a Christmas tree that almost reached the high ceiling was already standing in one corner. It was missing Christmas ornaments though.
“I thought I’d leave that for later on, for Gus and you.” Justin explained and planted little kisses along Brian’s jaw line. He even had the audacity to hum a little Christmas tune. The vibration of Justin’s lips made Brian’s skin tingle and elicited a small moan from his throat. Justin laughed softly before slipping his tongue back between Brian’s lips. There was just nothing like the first kiss they shared after Justin got home from one of his visit to New York.
Brian always seemed so playful and relieved, almost as if he was saying You came back. To me. Justin thought that Brian should know by now that he would never trade in what he had with Brian for any art deal in the world.
Eventually, Justin pulled away. “I should get back to the kitchen and you should change. You don’t want to spoil your expensive twine with batter now, do you? Besides, Emmett will think we have no self-control.”
“Oh, fuck him,” Brian grumbled and cupped Justin’s hard on through his jeans with raised eyebrows. “How much longer?”
“They’re not leaving before six. Emmett will drop Gus off with Melanie and Lindsay at Michael’s.”
“That’s another two and a half hours.”
“I’ll make it up to you?” Justin offered.
Brian sighed and then Gus’ laughter bubbled over from the kitchen. At least someone, his son, was happy with the arrangements.
***
“Where’s the baking soda?” Justin asked and bent over to see if the single sachets of natron had fallen to the floor. Brian admired the view but stayed quiet. Instead he reached into his pocket once more to check that he’d hidden the missing ingredient well. He went over to the fridge and got himself a bottle of beer, innocently watching the turmoil around the kitchen table.
“No, the batter won’t be any good with baking soda!” Emmett protested and sighed. “Gussy, what do you say if we went to the shops and bought some?”
“Maybe you could bring something for dinner as well?” Justin suggested and went over to wash his hands. “Gus, pick anything you like. Within reason.” Before Justin could find his wallet, Brian shoved a couple of bills into Emmett’s hand.
“That should cover the cost. And bring some beer?” Brian directed. Anything to prolong their absence. “Oh, and take the ‘vette. I parked you in.”
With an aching heart, he ended the keys to his key over into Emmett’s hand. Emmett just stared. And then snapped back to reality.
“Oh, Brian… I’ve always wanted to –“
“Yeah, just bring it back in one piece.” Brian took another swig from his bottle and unfolded the newspaper on the kitchen counter. “Now go, before the batter turns bad!”
Brian and Justin heard Emmett fuss about Gus putting on warm enough clothes, then the front door fell shut and a few minutes later the car could be heard speeding away. Emmett must have put Gus’ booster seat in the ‘vette.
“He’d make a pretty good father, actually,” Justin said quietly and brought over a bowl of melted chocolate to decorate the now cool try of cookies. Brian snorted at Justin’s comment, and Justin promptly retreated, saying “In a pretty unconventional way”.
They stood across the counter from each other and Brian pretended not read the newspaper. In truth, he kept watching Justin’s nimble fingers applying droplets of chocolate to stars, hearts and small angles made from dough. Once he was finished – the task didn’t all that long when he didn’t help Gus – Justin started cleaning up the kitchen a bit. On his way to and fro, he brushed past Brian quite a couple of times, always touching him, always planting a kiss somewhere.
“Your son is really good at this,” Justin said and stuck his finger into the almost finished batter. “You should try.”
Brian glared at the spoonful of batter Justin held out for him. Instead, he tossed the spoon back into the bowl that now stood between them on the counter. One grab and he had dipped Justin fingers into the gooey dough, before he brought the fingers to his mouth. Justin gasped when Brian sucked the first finger between his lips.
Brian licked the batter of, slowly, from each finger.
“Brian –“ Justin gasped again, gripping the counter to steady himself.
Brian only raised one eyebrow and smirked. The more Justin squirmed, the more time Brian took with his task. When he himself thought he had enough of teasing Justin, he pulled him across the counter, mouths crushing together in an urgent kiss.
The bowl of batter went flying to the floor when Brian pulled Justin closer by his clothes.
But soon, kissing wasn’t enough and Brian slid an arm under Justin’s sweater. Nails scraped over sensitive, flushed skin and Justin pulled away from the kiss to gaze at Brian lustfully. He grinned sheepishly and made to pull away completely, but in two quick strides Brian had walked around the kitchen unit and pressed up to Justin’s body.
He couldn’t stop, not now and hadn’t it been the purpose of his cheeky theft? To gain some alone time with Justin?
Justin dabbed at the mess they’d already created with a dish-cloths but Brian wouldn’t let him. Brian trapped Justin’s hands on the counter, their fingers entwining.
“Justin,” he breathed barely audible before his tongue started to paint patterns on the back of Justin’s neck.
Justin arched his back and his head fell forward. He was still struggling to let go.
“Brian – if Em –“
Brian snickered, leaning his head on Justin’s fabric-clad shoulder. “They’ll at least be another half an hour.” One of his hands reached down for Justin’s crotch, squeezing the obvious hardness. He snickered some more, muttering “Horny little boy” into Justin’s ear and biting down on the sensitive lobe.
Justin moaned and reached forward with his now free hand. Anything to steady himself.
Brian turned him around then. Justin’s sweater came off, and his trousers were quickly unbuttoned and –zipped. But Brian didn’t reach inside straight away.
The wet slide of Brian’s tongue against his distracted Justin temporarily until Brian ground his hips against his once and very effectively. Justin’s cock twitched at the sensation.
“Brian!” Justin sighed in relief when finally, Brian moved them on. He slid down Justin’s limp body, hands and lips, teasing, licking sucking, kneading and pulled Justin’s trousers down with him.
The tip of Brian’s tongue barely touched Justin’s skin on the way down to the navel, but when it reached the indention, Brian dipped his tongue in, sucking the skin around it between his lips.
Brian hardly remembered when he’d last been so eager to suck someone off. But Justin was making those tiny little sounds that grew louder the more desperate he grew – and Brian wanted to taste him soon, all of him. He bit the skin above Justin’s pubes, leaving a mark, and stroked the skin of his thighs and ass.
Justin couldn’t do much. He could barely keep himself standing upright. His elbows would feel sore from leaning on the counter and his knees wouldn’t carry his weight anymore. But Brian held him up, steadied him.
Though he had had every opportunity to find sex in New York, Justin barely had time to breathe when he went there. The last one had been – Brian, followed by a few night of phone sex that only made him crave the real thing more.
Justin whimpered miserably when Brian finally took him in his mouth. He wondered briefly just how desperate Brian was and if they shouldn’t scratch foreplay but there was a finger stroking up and down his crack and he forgot all about his doubts and … oh!
Brian tongued his slit, mouthed his balls – anything to get Justin off quickly.
Justin tried to look, to see Brian’s lips wrapped around his cock but his head had long fallen back and he couldn’t bring himself to bend forward. One hand reached blindly for Brian’s head, fingers weaving into hair, tugging softly, urging Brian on.
Brian smiled against him briefly and one hand came up to pinch Justin’s nipples.
And then Justin came with a startled cry. Almost falling back onto the counter, he knocked down half the tray of Christmas cookies.
Brian set back on his heels, licking Justin clean and helping to hold him upright because Justin suddenly slumped forward, his knees giving in. He laughed.
“Brian, God, look at the mess – “ Justin started but Brian wouldn’t allow him to protest. Justin tripped over his trousers and came down next to Brian, who didn’t hesitate to take advantage of Justin’s position.
“Brian – I –“ Justin sighed but his cock betrayed him by growing half hard again already.
Brian opened his jeans, Justin reached for him, stroking Brian’s swollen cock while Brian rummaged blindly in the drawers to find a condom and lube.
Just briefly, Justin wondered why Gus or Emmett hadn’t found their secret supplies yet. Emmett probably had but had had the courtesy not to say anything. And the Justin dared to glance at the clock in shock. They’d probably be back any minute now.
Brian towered over him when Justin opened his mouth to protest again but a well-lubed finger played with Justin’s hole and then it pushed in just the slightest bit.
Justin gave in, gave up and fell back. Brian chased after him with his mouth, bringing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. He put out a hand next to Justin’s head to steady himself but instead, it slid forward, causing Brian to lose balance and fall on top of Justin’s chest. Surprised, he sat back up again to see what had turned the floor into a slippery mess.
Lust, despair and raw need had him forget that they’d knocked over the bowl of batter. The yellow goo covered the floor, stuck to the skin of Justin’s back and his arms but Brian was too far gone to stop and clean up the mess now.
He shrugged, even when Justin cringed, and pushed Justin back down with his gooey hand.
Two fingers stretched Justin now, and he bucked against them, impatient, needing.
And then, finally, Brian pulled his fingers away and pushed inside slowly. Justin keened – the sensation was too much, too soon. His cock was throbbing again and he knew he wouldn’t last long. But neither would Brian who tried to find a steady rhythm before it was all over too soon. He leaned down to lick off the batter his hand had left there when he’d pushed Justin down to the floor again and Justin clamped down on him. Brian fought hard to keep his orgasm at bay when he pulled out and thrust in again but Justin did it again, knowing full well the effect it had on Brian. Brian bit his lip and let go. He thrust into Justin fast and hard.
Justin crossed his arms before his face, he tried to hold onto something to push back but at the pace Brian was going, he couldn’t do much but endure sliding over the sticky floor with every thrust.
And then Brian came, sweaty forehead pressed to Justin’s shoulder.
Silence filled the kitchen as they were both panting, gasping for air. Brian smiled in satisfaction and then the front door fell shut.
Justin shoved Brian off, wincing as Brian pulled out too quickly – but there was no time. Frantically, Justin tried to get into his clothes, while Brian stood up and zipped his jeans shut. Justin had a hard time getting up from the sticky floor and when he reached for the counter to pull himself up, he knocked over the floor, sending it pouring onto the floor and into his lap. Not only did it stick uncomfortably to various of his body parts it mixed with the cum on his belly as well, drying and sticking to his skin still.
Brian made no move to cover up the mess they’d caused. His hair was ruffled up and he was still trying to get his breathing under control when his son came racing into the kitchen, carrying a plastic bag of take out.
“Daddy!” Gus called but stopped dead in his tracks when he found Justin kneeling on the floor, picking up cookies that had crumbled to pieces. His face fell a bit and Justin was quick to explain that his daddy was a little clumsy when it came to all things in the kitchen. Gus didn’t hesitate to agree and tell Justin that he and Emmett were much better cooks anyway.
Brian snorted and met Emmett’s curious gaze.
When Justin got up from the floor to get a mop, he pressed the sachet of baking soda into the palm of Brian’s hand.
“You’ll pay for this, Brian.”
***
Hours later, after cleaning up the kitchen and dinner, after seeing Gus and Emmett off at the front door, Justin sank into the depth of the bath tub that they’d had installed. While in New York, he missed the comfort of the house and he’d convinced Brian long ago that a hot bath could be just as much fun as a prolonged shower. And now he was waiting for Brian to join him, as Brian had insisted to send out a few work-related emails before the holidays.
When he emerged in the bathroom in his naked glory, he signed to Justin to scoot forward but Justin stayed at the back of the tub, making Brian sit before him. He used a sponge and Brian’s expensive soap to wash his back and arms and then his hands to massage out the kinks in Brian’s back.
Brian groaned in pleasure. It had been a long day at work and having his son around was often tiring as well – not that he didn’t love Gus. But Gus always needed something to do.
Justin sensed that Brian wasn’t with him in his head and tugged teasingly on Brian’s cock to remind him that now, Justin had to be on his mind.
Brian smiled and turned his head to receive a kiss from Justin, who quietly asked him to lift up.
Brian hesitated, but complied. He got on his knees, and rested his arms over the far edge of the bathtub.
Justin smiled. Brian’s new position lifted his ass out of the water just the right way for his plans.
His hands caressed Brian’s wet back, massaged the lower regions he couldn’t reach before. Brian had probably long figured out what Justin wanted, but Justin wasn’t ready to take it just yet. He leaned over Brian, his cock hard again, and bit Brian’s should blade softly.
“You hid the soda on purpose, didn’t you?” He asked and only got a snort as a reply. “So desperate.”
Brian almost nodded.
Justin kissed his way down Brian’s back, the skin under his lips now smelling of Brian’s soap. He stopped just above Brian’s crack, waiting for any sign of rejection but it never came. Brian merely dropped his head onto his folded arms and waited.
Justin tapped Brian’s hole with his finger once, twice and then put his mouth close enough for Brian to feel his lips graze the skin. But he didn’t move any further, waiting, waiting for Brian. Sometimes, he would buck up, push back against Justin but not this time, so Justin eventually dipped his head low and touched his tongue to the sensitive skin, pushing inside tentatively.
Brian moaned and Justin loved that he was the cause for the sweet sound. “Justin!”
One of Brian’s arms came back to touch Justin, touch any bit of him. It had been so long since he’d let Justin - … fuck!
Justin had withdrew his tongue but pushed in a finger slowly instead, surprising Brian with his boldness. He went slow on Brian, remembering how it had been a while, wanting to make it good for him.
He found the sensitive spot quickly and Brian pushed forward, splashing water over the edge of the tub.
Justin alternated between using his fingers and his tongue, between licking and stroking and sucking. He took care of Brian’s hard on, played with his balls and brought him to the edge, only to withdraw completely then.
Brian was panting again, looking flushed and needy, and Justin smirked. When Brian turned to look over his shoulder at him, Justin schooled his features to look serious, waiting again.
Brian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He’d not… fuck!
Justin trailed one finger up and down Brian’s crack, never close enough to press inside, never touching enough to help Brian out of his misery.
“Justin…” Justin raised an eyebrow. “Justin, f-fuck me.” Brian choked out.
And he needn’t be told twice.
When Justin was finally inside Brian, he took his time, leaning over his back, feeling Brian breathe under him, trying to stay calm. He found an easy rhythm, never thrusting hard enough to take Brian or himself to his climax. He savored these moments. And then he stilled.
Brian groaned, desperate, huffing out a shuddered breath. “Justin?”
Justin’s hand came down hard and unexpectedly on his left ass. Brian slumped forward slightly and Justin pulled him back, pushing deep into Brian.
“That was for being a naughty boy and trying to spoil out fun,” Justin whispered into Brian’s ear. And Brian might have laughed if his cock hadn’t been achingly hard.
Justin admired the print he’d left on Brian, smoothing a hand over the mark and then set forth with his thrusts, bringing them both so close to release again.
Brian pushed back into him, hard, and Justin’s self-control found an end. He came, panting, groaning, holding onto Brian who came the second Justin found the strength to touch his neglected cock.
Brian turned, pulled Justin flush against him and waited for his breathing to return. They’d tried a lot of positions and places, but this one had been a new one. He admired how after six years, things with Justin never got boring.
That night, when they finally went to bed, both were content to fall asleep wrapped around each other.