Halloween Wars- B/J one shot

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Author:guavejuice
Timeline-Post 513 (AU-ish )
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Other characters: Emmett, Debbie.
Beta:Kim predec2 can't thank you enough!!
Brian's POV
A/N:
Inspired by the Food Network's show Halloween Wars. Thank you so much sjmpets for the plot bunny. Click Here and skip to pic #8 for plot bunny.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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"What the fuck's this?" I instinctively blurt out as I walk from the hallway into the living room.

My ubiquitous, blond partner sits on our imported Italian rug with his back to me, obviously too busy to notice me. He's paying close attention to a hideous-looking contraption that rests on our custom-made, wooden coffee table.

"When you asked me to stop by the store on my home from work to get some food coloring, I had other ideas in mind," I continue, slowly pacing towards him, proudly contemplating how he and I were able to perfect the art of combining food and sex in and out of bed over the course of our several years together.

"Do you mind? We have guests!" Justin finally speaks, only I can't see him because he's totally dwarfed by that monstrous orange thing on the table.

"Relax, honey, there's nothing I haven't heard, or may I say, seen before when it comes to Brian." An unmistakably hearty voice emerges from behind me. Wait, what is she doing here?

"Hi, Brian!" Debbie confirms my suspicions as she approaches from the kitchen, carrying my precious Philip Stark, stainless steel salad bowl in her hand.

"What the…." I chuckle when I find a bright green, slimy-looking substance inside the one-of-a-kind, designer kitchenware.

"Okay, I guess we do owe you an explanation," Justin beams at me. He must have noticed the utter horror on my face.

"Are you familiar with this cooking show called Halloween Wars?" He asks, brushing his shoulder against mine as he's dragging me to sit on the sofa beside him, nodding at Debbie to join us.

"Should I be?" I raise an eyebrow at him while Debbie puts the bowl on the kitchen island before she rushes back into the living room to help Justin provide me with a much-needed explanation.

"Yes, you should, actually. It's a cooking show on the Food Network," Justin continues, as if this is supposed to put my mind at ease. "Emmett is actually a huge fan." My blond smiles sweetly. Oh, okay, I should have known Mr. Honeycutt had something to do with this whole thing. But I'm still not able to put all the pieces of this mystery together and it annoys the fuck out of me.

"It's a cooking competition." Justin finally saves me from my misery. "A group of three contestants are presented with a challenge of creating a Halloween-themed cake, but the thing is it needs to be decorated with lots of carved pumpkins, sugar dough, and all that shit. And wait, there's more: the winning team is awarded prize money, not to mention TV appearances during the competition," Justin concludes as if he'd already won.

"Oh, and where do you fit in?" I ask, pushing my tongue inside my cheek.

"I'm an art major and a comic book artist; or have you forgotten how much you invested in me all those years ago?" He answers back.

"It's kinda hard to forget, I'll say that," I reply with a smirk when I notice that even the invincible Debbie blushes slightly.

"I'll be providing my cooking expertise," she intervenes. "I am Italian after all and the owner of the Liberty Diner now," she adds. "Plus my dear Vic, God bless his soul, left me his recipe for black bottom." She winks.

"Well, then, I guess it's a sure win," I say. I can't help but sound a bit sarcastic. "But may I just ask why you're doing it here?"

"We're practicing for the auditions. We only have a few hours to get ready." Justin takes it upon himself to clear up the issue.

"Can you practice some place else?" I'm really trying not to lose my patience. We knew that our lives together would never be boring, but this definitely gives new meaning to the word 'unconventional.'

"We can't possibly do it in my studio," Justin pouts. Why the hell does he have to be so fucking cute that I can't even be mad at him for more then five minutes?

"I guess we can practice in the diner, sweetie," Debbie offers an olive branch eventually. "But we'll have to wait until Emmett gets here. He's part of the team as well, you know."

Mr. Honeycutt, the former TV personality who had to cut his TV career short as the 'queer guy' but re-invented himself as a party planner extraordinaire, walks in about half an hour later, accompanied by a couple of hunky guys who obviously didn't show up to fuss around, but to help deliver all this Halloween extravaganza to Debbie's Diner downtown.

"When are you coming back?" I whisper in my blond ambition's ear before he and his teammates depart. "It's going to be lonely here without you."

"Why, Mr. Kinney, do you really mean that?" He whispers back. "If all goes well I'll be back later tonight. Cross your fingers for me." He leaves small, pumpkin-flavored kisses on my lips.


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"What time is it?" I moan as he's pressing his body against me in bed.

"Fucking four in the morning." He lets out a sigh. "And we didn't go through to the next round," he adds quietly.

"I guess it means you lost the Halloween War before it even began?" I reply, enveloping him in my arms and pressing our lips together.

"You're probably never going to believe this," he says after we break the kiss. "But one of the judge's names was… Brian Kinney. It's fucking hilarious, don't you think?"

"I hope it wasn't. Fucking wise, I mean," I say.

"What do you think?" He moves closer to me. "The weird thing was that this guy actually recognized me from when I was in L.A working on the set of Rage. He's a fucking makeup artist. He was there on the set as well…"

"Putting the finishing touches on one Connor James?" I can't resist.

"I guess, since this Brian Kinney guy is also a special effects artist." Justin lets out a meaningful giggle.

"You're a little devil, Taylor," I can't help stating in amusement.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Kinney. I may have lost the war, but I'm not ready to lose the battle." Justin's voice is soft as I lean into him.
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"Was his name Brian Kinney? For real?" I ask one more time.

He nods back at me. "It's crazy, I know. Now can we stop fucking around so you can fuck me some already?" He urges me, pressing our cocks together.

I grin. Who am I to turn down such a delectable, Halloween treat?