Mr.Kinney's Little Helper- b/j fic for bksbracelet

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Beta:mander3_swish thank you so much!
Banner:Vonnie yvonnereid than you so much!!
A/N:This one's for you, my friend Chris, for your bday. You deserve it <3
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Comments are love.

"Is that some kind of a twisted fucking joke?" Brian screams. He doesn't sound too amused. Even Cynthia, who has know her boss for more than 20 years and is used to his ever-changing moods, raises her head from her desk and glances across the hall, trying to figure out what has been going on behind the tinted glass door.

Ted storms outside, looking a bit pale and waving his hand at her. She knows better than to ask any questions, but she fears the worst.

"So?" she whispers at Ted as he returns to the room. "How bad is it this time?"

"On a scale of one to ten I'd say eleven." Ted isn't joking.

"That bad, uh?" Cynthia sighs.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you right now," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"CYNTHIA!!!" a sharp voice escapes from behind the door. "Get the fuck in here!"

"See? I guess I have no choice." She smiles as Ted mouths 'good luck.'

"What is it Brian?" she asks calmly. She knows Brian's bark is worse than his bite, but she also knows it takes more than a pat on his head to make whatever it is that was bothering him go away.

"Did you see this?" he asks in a low voice, pointing at his computer screen.

Cynthia takes a quick glance at the screen. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

My biggest turn on's the subject line in Brian's inbox reads.

"Who… is it from?" she asks, even though she could almost figure it out herself.

Brian pauses, takes a beat before answering. "That little fucker! What was he thinking? He knows I have this huge presentation coming up and that I'm up to my ass in graphics and files and shit and that's how he repays me?"

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Cynthia asks quietly.

"You can read the crap he's sent me." Brian snorts, clicking open the email.
To B.
1. A rim job that would make my toes curl.
2. Your hard dick in my ass.
3. Your lips biting my nipples.
4. You cuming inside me.
p.s
I promise I'll pay you back. I'll make you drool.
J.

"Umm… that's quite a list," Cynthia says.

Brian curls his lips inward and runs his fingers through his full head of hair.

Cynthia can't deny that at 50 Brian is still smoking hot. Hiding a smile, she remembers more than a few late nights in the past where Brian told her she didn't need to stay and that he would finish up and lock the office, but as she was about to leave the building she would always see Justin sitting at the lobby, waving sheepishly at her.

"Can I have a moment alone?" Brian asks in softer voice.

"Sure. Let me know if you need anything," she says and closes the door behind her even before he's asked.

"I need for you and Theodore to leave me alone for ten minutes," he adds suddenly.

Cynthia returns to her desk determined not to let anyone, not even Ted know what was on Brian's computer.

Ten minutes later the door to Brian's office opens. He steps out, looking a bit disheveled.

"Look, I know our presentation with Andrew Christian is in a couple of days and it's an account I've been dying to get for years, but… something came up… I really need to go sort it out now," he says.

"And what about that email? Do you need for me to delete it for you?" Cynthia asks, trying to avoid Ted's inquiring gaze.

"Um,no, it's okay. I've got it covered," Brian answers before he leaves the office.
_ _ _ _ _

"I told you I'd pay you back, didn't I? I always keep my promises…" Justin murmurs in a husky voice, brushing against Brian's naked, sweaty skin as he stretches in bed.

"You little twat… don't ever do that again!" Brian warns playfully, biting on his partner's lips.

"Do what?" Justin teases, licking the inside of Brian's mouth.

"Entice me with those kind of emails at work," Brian whispers under his breath.

"It worked, didn't it?" Justin smiles before Brian pushes his tongue deeper in his mouth.

"I guess… but we won't know until we try again, will we?"

Brian moans and flips Justin on his back.