guavejuice | Making Ends Meet- AU series Part 5/14

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guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin.
Other Characters:Lindsay, Mel, Ted, Gus, Micheal, Emmett.
Summary:
A freak injury forces 40-year-old Brian Kinney to do something he never thought he would ever do: seek unemployment benefits. When he loses his job as a mechanic, will he ultimately wind up gaining something else much more precious?
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"So Mr. umm… Kinney, what brings you here today? Have you come here to waste my time? I've got so many other unemployed people to take care of," Mr. Schmidt huffs.

Is that some sort of twisted unemployment agency humor? Brian thinks. The fucking reception area outside isn't exactly overflowing with job-seeking people. Except for one in particular, but he's not there anymore and Brian doesn't even know his name anyway.

"You asked me to come here, actually, to bring you those documents. I'll be out of work for six months. I at least need to sign up for unemployment," Brian answers dryly.

"Well… let's see then." Mr. Schmidt opens Brian's brown envelope and leafs through the papers as he painstakingly types ever so fucking slowly on his keyboard.

Brian feels edgy. He doesn't need this. He feels helpless and it doesn't feel right. Helplessness makes his dick soft and that's something he definitely doesn't need right now.

"So, here's the thing, Mr., umm, Kinney," Mr. Schmidt finally announces, but stops in mid-sentence when there's a faint knock on the door.

"Come in," Mr. Schmidt calls out.

"Hi…sorry to interrupt," a small voice says. Brian recognizes the voice even before he looks at the face.

"What is it Mr., um...Taylor?" Mr. Schmidt frowns.

"I… I was on my way out and I noticed I forgot to give you these," the blond Mr. Taylor almost whispers, as he hands a few more documents to Mr. Schmidt.

"Good," Mr. Schmidt replies without taking his eyes off the rather outdated computer monitor.

"Thanks," Mr. Taylor whispers and leaves the room.

TBC…