The Biggest Prick in Pittsburgh- AU series part 1/12

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin.
Other Characters:Vic, Debbie, Micheal, Ben, Rodney.
Beta:Kim predec2 Can't thank you enough, my dear!!!
A/N:This is NOT a WIP. I'll be posting regularly.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
Comments are love.


Part 1

"Mr. Kinney?"

"Taylor! You wanted to see me? Come in. Close the door."

Brian pushes himself off his black leather chair and approaches the blond.

"Brian…” Justin protests as he pulls back from his lover’s embrace with a nervous smile. "People might see us!"

"See if I care!" Brian retorts, managing to plant a sloppy kiss on Justin's open mouth before he returns to his seat and leans back to makes himself comfortable.

"I don't want them to think I'm fucking the boss," Justin says with a grin.

"Don't you think they already know that?" Brian fires right back. "So what if they do? You're here based solely on your merits. I hired you to work here at Out and Proud Magazine because I'm the editor-in-chief and you're one of the best young journalists I've seen in years. And trust me, I've seen a LOT of them. Our relationship has nothing to do with that. It's no one's fucking business what we do behind closed doors anyway," Brian concludes as he pulls his lips inward.

"I'm glad you're still holding onto your principles. It's why I still love you," Justin smiles in response. "Not to mention you’re also fucking hot," he adds as he licks his lips. "But that's not why I asked to see you during office hours, believe it or not, Mr. Kinney. I was actually on my way out to lunch…"

"I'm touched, Sunshine, but I simply must decline. You see… I'm not in a position to fuck in the maintenance room during lunch breaks anymore. Those days are gone, Sonny Boy. But I’ll be more than happy to play with you after work if you promise to behave until the end of this fucking, long day," Brian states.

"I love your ability to read my mind after so many years, but NO, that is not what I was about to say. So listen to me, are you listening? I was about to go out to lunch when I saw this Google alert on my screen. Apparently Tom Daley has just posted a You Tube video in which he's practically admitting he's out and proud and that he's in a relationship. So I thought that would be THE perfect cover story of the month for us, if not the year, and that's why I rushed over here to tell you to look no further. I'll be the perfect man for the job, assuming I'll get to do an exclusive interview with the guy, that is.” Justin seems pleased with himself as he finishes his argument.

"That old thing?" Brian huffs and leans forward in his chair. "Nice try, kiddo, but think again. It's a nice item and all power to him, but it won't make a cover story. At least not here on Out and Proud. We're always ahead of the wave, not riding it, or have you forgotten the motto that's always gracing our cover?"

"Hmm…I wonder who came up with that motto?" Justin teases as he's moving closer to Brian's desk. "And more importantly, where was this person when that image came to his mind?"

"Smart ass!" Brian fires back, grabbing Justin by the wrists before the blond has a chance to move away.

"Speak for yourself," Justin retorts at the taller man, but he doesn't seem to mind Brian's firm grip on him.

"I definitely intend to," Brian smirks. He's gently pushing Justin down by his shoulders until he's seated in his lap, and then presses his lips to Justin's with a deep, loud, passionate kiss. Justin leans into his partner's chest and wiggles out of Brian's grip so he can place the palms of his hands on both sides of Brian's face to allow his tongue to drill deeper into Brian's waiting mouth.

Brian gasps and lets out a low moan while his hands go under Justin's sweater and dress shirt until he's met with the warm, smooth flesh of his lover’s chest. His fingers clutch onto the hem of Justin's dress shirt, and while their lips are still attached he's able to pull the dress shirt and light blue sweater off with one attempt.

Justin smiles into Brian's mouth and responds by reaching out to grab the waistband of Brian's designer pants to pull off his Gucci belt and slacks before freeing his man from his black Armani, tight, briefs.

The two men are skilled enough to take the remaining pieces of clothing, socks and everything else off each other until their naked bodies have nothing between them but the warmth of their skin, the sound of their breath, and an air of tangible, electrifying anticipation.

Justin adjusts his position on Brian's lap and slips the extra thin condom onto Brian's firm, slippery cock.

They spent their very first night together almost thirteen years ago, the same day Justin stepped into the magazine’s headquarters in downtown Pittsburgh - fresh out of Dartmouth after obtaining his degree in journalism - and they've been together ever since. But Brian still insists they use condoms, even in an impromptu office fuck, and Justin lovingly accepts that.

It's not that he didn't wish for that one rare occasion when they'll be doing it raw, but Brian seems to be very adamant not to.

One late night after a fast, intense, passionate fuck had turned into a slow-paced lovemaking session, Justin cradled against Brian's chest quietly, telling him he'd love it if they would do it bareback one day. Brian didn't answer, but then cuddled into Justin and ever so quietly whispered that as much as he wanted to come inside his tight little ass himself, he wouldn't want to risk anything because he wanted Justin safe; he wanted him around for a long time.

Even now while Justin is riding on Brian's lap as they're still seated in Brian's black, leather, editor's chair, picking up speed and trying to keep their passionate sighs down, Justin can still remember the tears he was barely able to hold back when Brian's words caressed his ears. "I want you around for a long time…”

Brian’s rock-hard, condom-clad cock is plowing deeper and stronger into Justin's tight, warm hole, forcing him to bend forward and clutch onto the taller man's shoulders while he bites his lips so he won't let out a loud, guttural moan. He explodes all over his lover's chest minutes after Brian himself shoots his warm load inside him within the condom.

"We really must stop bumping into each other like this, Mr. Taylor," Brian whispers in an amused voice, gently biting Justin's lips while handing him a few paper towels from the drawer in his desk.

"I guess we should, Mr. Kinney," Justin answers with a smirk, barely able to even out his breath as he cleans himself.

"That was hot, but the answer's still no," Brian reiterates as he's getting back into his dress shirt and pants. "Sorry to disappoint you, Sunshine, but this magazine won't be covering the Tom Daley coming out story. I will, however, give you one very special assignment. One that's even bigger and better than that one. I've been thinking about it for quite a while, and I know you're the right person for this job. In fact, this could be your biggest story yet," Brian tells him mysteriously. His eyes gaze lovingly at Justin as he hands him a file folder that he grabs from his desk.

"Who's Vic Grassi?" Justin asks as he scrunches up his nose, rather disappointed when he reads the title on the folder.

"You'll find out soon enough, I hope." Brian's voice softens as he explains.

"I've never heard of this guy before." Justin doesn't sound too convinced, but he grabs the folder anyway.

"…Which is exactly the reason I decided we need to go ahead with this story. In fact, I can't wait for you to meet him,” Brian tells him. “Now go on, get back to work. I've got stuff to do. See you later." He smiles at his partner from his computer screen.

"And what if I decide not to go through with this assignment?" Justin teases petulantly as he moves towards the door.

"Then you'll have to be spanked," Brian fires back, pushing his tongue into his cheek.

"Can't wait," Justin quips impertinently.

"Neither can I …" Brian replies with a leer.

TBC...