Inside job- humor b/j fic

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
A/N:Based on a recent RL event ;)
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
Comments are love.

"Brian, are you there?" A tense Justin whispers as his partner picks up the phone.

"Of course I am twat, where else would I be?" Brian answers. "But where the fuck are you"?

"I've got no time to crack jokes with you Brian, I just wanted to know you're home. I'll see you when I get back," Justin answers in haste.

"Wait, why do I have the feeling you're fucking someone, or hiding something from me, or both?" Brian growls as Justin's breath sound labored a few minutes later.

"I'm not, honestly! but I guess I did go a little over my head this time, gotte go, later!" Justin sounds even more mysterious than before.

"Should I be worried, Taylor?" Brian asks with an unhidden sarcasm in his voice.

"Later Brian!" Justin signs off.

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"Quick! Harry up, open up!" Justin sounds stressed from behind the front door.

"What's the rush? Can't you use your own key like normal people?" Brian rants as he drags his feet to the door. "I thought living in the country would provide us with some peace and quite and.... What the fuck is this????" Brian chuckles as he opens the door.

Justin stands in the door way with his back pack slang on one shoulder a large package wrapped in brown paper in his hand.

"Quick! you have to help me find a place to hide this," he sounds out of breath.

Brian's half smile fades away.

"Hide what? what the fuck have you been up to, Sunshine? Out with it!!" He urges his partner.

"I didn't mean for it to be more than a joke, I just wanted to teach him a lesson , I didn't ..." He stops mid sentence trying to catch his breath.

"What?" Brian's impertinence grows as does his dick but he can sense Justin is if some kind of trouble.

"Why don't you just show me what's in the bag?" He asks.

"Tools," Justin answers

"As in art supplies and stuff?" Brian tries to move along with the conversations.

"No, not quite... but I swear I didn't think if would go this far..."

"Why won't you just tell me what the fuck happened?" Brian scuffs.

"Promise you won't be too mad?" Justin asks.

Brian shakes his head but before he gets a chance to answer Justin takes a medium size object out if the brown wrapping paper he's holding.

"What the fuck are you doing here with that violin? "

"I kinda stole it. From... him, " Justin answers quietly.

"From...the fucking fiddler?" Brian raises his voice up an octave.

"Yeah..." Justin confirms.

"How the fuck did if happen and do I really want or need to hear all about it?" Brian chuckles.

"I guess you have no choice really," Justin says and throws himself on the sofa next to his long legged lover.

"I read that Ethan will be playing here in Pittsburgh for two nights so I thought it might be kinda cool to play a little trick on him, no pun intended of course. I had a meeting at a gallery downtown and the owner mentioned she could get tickets. I thought the fiddler could have used a little surprise visit. The bastard needed that, don't you think? But then I saw his violin and decides to extend my prank...I had no idea..."

"That its a 3.5 million dollar worth violin? You fucker! It's all over the news! you must go back and return it right away. I hope young Mr. Gold won't make a big deal out of it," Brian pinches the bridge of his nose as he always does when he's on a verge of a pending drama queen moment.

"That's the reason I'm taking you with me this time," Justin smirks.

"Oh no you don't!" Brian tries to protest

"I can make it worth your while, I promise," Justin says.

"Just like you promised never to listen to violin music again?" Brian snorts.


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A few hours later.

"I can't believe you dragged me all the way up here at fucking 4 in the morning," Brian grits his teeth as he's shuffling his feet behind his partner in the dark alley behind the concert hall. "And why the hell I let you convince me into parking the Jeep so far away?"

"So the caps won't see us, smart ass? Okay now keep quiet and pick me up so I could get through the window back to Ethan's dressing room," he explains.

"What?! I mean I know you always had a knack for danger and excitement but this is too much," Brian blurs out.

"I need to get in there, don't I ?" Justin pouts.

"How did you get in there in the first place?" Brian inquires looking at this partner who's dressed in black, including black gloves and a black beanie hat, holding his own warn out duffle bag.

"Through the front door of course. I already told you my friend at the gallery bought me a ticket. God! the concert was so boring. I don't know how I could have found violin music so enticing in the past..." Justin replies.

"Okay enough of that twat, lets get you in and out before the fiddler finds out," Brian rolls his eyes.


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"Good thing I still have my flexibility," Justin says under his breath as he's finally dashing out of the building empty handed twenty minutes later.

"We'll have to see about that," Brian answers, folding his lower lip inwards, "And remember- you promised so now it's time to pay!"

"It would be a pleasure, sir!" Justin answers sheepishly.

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[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for your supportive kind feedback my friend. You know it means a lot to me!
Justin's get up in this story is inspired by Randy's SGP outfit. That's exactly the vibe I was going for ;) I do wonder what's up with that, btw.
*hugs you tight*