The Biggest Prick in Pittsburgh- AU series part 2/12

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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.
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Part 2

"Going somewhere?" Justin inquires as he's lying on his stomach in their huge bed. He's gazing at Brian admiringly as he's slipping into his dark blue, skinny designer jeans and a long-sleeved, black, body-hugging top.

"I am, actually," the man answers.

"I thought you said you want to start spending more quiet nights at home," the blond replies while flipping through a page in the folder in front of him.

"You're more than welcome to join me," Brian says.

"I know you're still into clubbing, but I think I'll pass this time. Besides, my boss gave me this new assignment which I'm trying to research, but there's not much in there," Justin answers, gesturing towards the folder in front of him. "I tried to Google Vic Grassi earlier, just so you know, and there was even less on there, SO at the risk of getting spanked I might have to skip this task, Mr. Kinney," Justin concludes as he flips over onto his back.

"Cheeky little shit," Brian comments dryly. “But just so you know, I spoke with the subject of your next big cover story, Mr. Vic Grassi, earlier today on the phone. We'll be meeting him shortly, so go on, get your ass out of bed and get dressed."

"When I mentioned wanting a quiet night at home I didn't mean the home for the elderly. I mean this guy must be 70, isn't he?" Justin teases as he rises from the bed quite reluctantly.

"Young man, you still have a lot to learn. Mr. Grassi might surprise you, even if you can't Google much about him," Brian informs him as he's finishing getting dressed.

"What's your connection with this guy, anyway?" Justin asks in a non-journalistic manner as they walk to the car parked in their drive way a few minutes later.

Brian seems to be taken aback by Justin's question. Getting into the driver's seat, he buckles up and turns the car key with a stern face, pressing his lips tightly together.

Justin knows better than to go on being the inquisitive reporter this time. He buckles up and sits back in the comfortable, leather seat as Brian steers the Jeep out of the driveway.

"Where are we meeting this guy?" Justin asks after a while when he notices Brian is heading towards downtown Pittsburgh.

Brian turns his head slightly to gaze at his partner as Justin's heart flutters at the vision of his strong, beautiful features: his clean-shaven face with just a hint of stubble, his strong, chiseled jawline, full, luscious, yet masculine lips and the way the street lights reflect in his clear, deep, honey-colored eyes. He still can't believe he and Brian are together after almost thirteen years. He wouldn't say anything about it, of course. He's well aware of the array of cynical comments Brian might mutter matter-of-factly once the subject of their ongoing relationship is brought up. Knowing Brian so well, Justin learned over the years that he doesn't have to ask for a direct 'I Love You' from Brian, either. He doesn't have to, because whenever he's having any doubts Brian comes up with a totally unexpected gesture, such as a late night, long, tender, and sweet lovemaking session that ends up with an 'I want you around for a long time' or a 'So is this' comment, followed by a lip-locking kiss when Justin says 'this is important,’ as he’s typing just one more paragraph of his article on his laptop that’s seemingly attached to his hip while they’re in bed.

Those are not just random gestures. Brian Kinney is a man of words. It's his craft and his profession. He's been doing that for over twenty years, and he didn't become the editor-in-chief of the most groundbreaking, thought-provoking, gay magazine in the U.S. (and even the world) for nothing. Yet when it comes to expressing his innermost, intimate feelings, he's almost at a loss for words. It's as if he’s incapacitated with fear. At least that's how he was when Justin first met him. Well, they had an amazing fuck fest that very first night, but the morning after Mr. Kinney pretended he’d forgotten Justin's name. It didn't take long for Justin – being the young, brilliant, trail-blazing, investigative reporter that he was – to uncover the real reason Brian allegedly forgot his name.

Brian obviously remembered Justin's name after their first night. In fact, he couldn't get the name of this sweet, glorious, golden boy out of his head. Brian would never admit that out loud, especially not back then, but Justin evoked all those unfamiliar yet not entirely unpleasant emotions inside him.

Justin was onto Brian from the start. He sensed that there was something about this tall, handsome man. He could feel it when he touched his skin, his lips, his cock. He heard it in Brian's silent moans after he came. He knew Brian was desperate to be loved, to give love, but he also realized that he had never experienced it in such a meaningful, profound way because he was too busy building a massive wall of make believe, a defense mechanism that he'd been hiding behind for years, avoiding any expression of emotion, not letting another heart touch his, running away from any emotional attachment to another soul, using excess clubbing, partying and fucking as his only pain management method. But that's exactly what it was – a way to hide the pain. Brian enjoyed it while it lasted, but it wasn't enough apparently.

Now they're both sitting in Brian's Jeep on their way to another part of downtown Pittsburgh. Justin has never been to this part of town before, and seeing as how Brian is being rather enigmatic about it tonight, Justin feels as though there's more to this story than Brian's willing to share; at least at the moment.

TBC…