guavejuice | Bday fic for Kathleen 7wildwaysup

Happy Birthday, Mr. President

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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline: 7 yrs post 513
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Happy birthday, darling Kathleen!!
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1. A couple of days before Justin's 29th birthday

"Hey, what’s with the snooping, twat?" Brian snapped when he walked into their home office and saw Justin sitting at Brian’s desk, checking his computer.

"Why? Do you have something to hide?" Justin teased. After Brian surprised him last year with a trip to a monastery in Tibet to renew their vows, nothing surprised him anymore, but he wasn't looking for clues or surprises this time; he was searching for professional advice.

"I thought I could use your help… I mean your professional help," Justin explained.

"Oh, my business expertise?" Brian smirked, approaching Justin and trying to ignore the fact he was sitting in his favorite leather chair.

"Well, I hope this time I'll have more luck than that advice I got in high school… this is bigger. I've decided to run for the president of the GLC."

Brian gazed at his husband for a few seconds, sucking his lips inward.

"What? I'm turning 29 soon, I've been out and proud for 12 years, the center gave me my first shot when they showed my art, and I was there for stop prop 14… I think it's time I gave something back, don't you think?" Justin paused and licked his lips.

"Nice speech, candidate, but are you cut out for all this shit?" Brian said, moving even closer to Justin.

"Mmm… politics can be wild and sexy too…" Justin giggled, and spread his knees seductively as he noticed the hungry look in those hazel eyes.

"You don't know anything about politics. I've been there. I saw how Stockwell worked. It's not for you," Brian whispered, moving his fingers from Justin's chest to his crotch.

Justin leaned back and sighed. "I made those posters, remember?" he whispered back under his breath. "They sent him around the bend. Plus, things are different now. People want to change things. I want to be a part of it."

"You sure drive a hard bargain, like a seasoned politician," Brian grinned, stroking Justin's erection through his pants.

"So, what do you say? Can we work something out here?" Justin let out a laugh, and then started removing his pants

"I guess we could work something out," Brian groaned and quickly peeled all his own clothes off.

"As long as it doesn’t involve handing out free condoms," Justin said, panting heavily.

"Don't tell me you're promoting unprotected sex," Brian answered, his bare cock already seeking Justin's opening.

"Only if the two partners are totally committed and willing to take their relationship to the next level of commitment." Justin somehow managed to sound articulate before he gave himself over to a mind blowing wave of pleasure when Brian's dick went deep inside of him.

"You’ve got my vote already," Brian promised, thrusting gently in and out.

"I know," Justin whispered into Brian’s mouth.

2. Justin's birthday

"Happy Birthday, Mr. President. How do you feel this morning? Or should I say this afternoon?" Brian announced cheerfully when he entered the bedroom.

"My ass is still sore, if you must now, but I couldn't be happier," Justin smiled and stretched his naked body under the covers.

"I'm not surprised. We had quite a celebration…" Brian teased in a raspy voice.

"What time is it?" he asked in a sleep-filled voice.

"Time to congratulate you on your landslide win, and… on your bday," Brian leaned over Justin and kissed him deeply.

After they broke the kiss Justin noticed a tray of coffee on the night stand. "Coffee in bed? Why, Mr. Kinney, you're spoiling me…"

"Well, you ain't seen nothing yet. Next stop is Washington D.C." Brian said with a smile.

"No, this is way too much for me. I'm not that deep into politics," Justin replied, his blue eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

"No, I mean it. I'm taking you to D.C. for the weekend. I've booked us a nice hotel in Georgetown, we'll see the sights, you'll have a chance to visit the National Gallery… we'll eat at this nice seafood place overlooking the Potomac river…"

"Are you serious?" Justin smiled and pushed himself upright.

"It's not Tibet, but I thought you might like it… Mr. President," Brian answered, throwing himself onto the mattress next to Justin.

"What's with the Mr. President all of a sudden?" Justin laughed, moving closer to Brian.

"I don't know, I like the sound of it," Brian whispered, "and besides, I’ve never fucked a president before, and on his birthday, no less…"