Heaven is a Place on Earth- B/J Ficlett

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
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Disclaimer:I own nothing.
A/N:The 'prompt' pic is REAL. The rest- fiction ;)
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
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"This whole football/soccer World Cup thing sure looks like a rather stressful event," Justin points out from his place on the sofa in the living room; he's sitting there with his laptop on his knees on an early evening after work.

"How would you know? So far you haven't even watched one match," Brian answers in amusement, folding his lips inward.

"Well, I just came across THIS article…" Justin fills his husband in with a smirk, making Brian inordinately curious.

"Where the fuck do you always find all those bits of useful information?" Brian teases him as he throws himself onto their large, Italian-leather sofa next to Justin, peering over his lover’s shoulder to glance at the page the younger man seems to be so fascinated by. "There I was, thinking you're only interested in the indigenous flora and fauna of the hosting nation," Brian continues. “When all this time you had a different sort of view in mind."

"Well, I am interested in that, too," Justin insists. "I mean Brazil IS a beautiful, diverse country, but dare I say… those are some damn fine specimens nonetheless." He turns his gaze away from the laptop screen to face his partner with a devilish grin.

"Hmm… I dare say so myself," Brian smirks back, putting on his designer reading glasses for a closer inspection. Both men feast their eyes on snapshots of a group of muscular, athletic guys skinny dipping in a secluded hotel pool that's nicely tucked away behind a patch of lush, tropical plants and trees.

“According to this article, those are some guys from the Croatian National Soccer team, who decided to ‘let off some steam’ after a long, stressful day," Justin tells Brian with a knowing grin.

“That’s not ALL they ‘let off,” apparently,” Brian muses. He lifts an eyebrow at his partner playfully as he asks him, “So do you think they’ll be having to work long, hard hours, deep into the night, too?”



Justin laughs. “With THOSE bodies, I can almost guarantee it,” he tells him.

Brian snorts as he continues to peer down at the write-up. "You call THAT an article? It's not exactly an informative piece," Brian comments dryly, his eyes fixed more on the photos than the words.

"Well… you know me. As far as I'm concerned, knowledge is power. In order to keep your mind sharp, you should learn something new every day," Justin helpfully instructs him with a grin.

"Really? So…how do you say 'nice ass' in Croatian…?" Brian replies with a question, stretching his long legs forward and letting his toes touch Justin's, knowing full well how ticklish Justin can get.

"Fuck if I know, and frankly I don't care." Justin starts to giggle uncontrollably right away, and Brian smiles. He can never get enough of hearing that captivating laugh.

"Okay… that's it,” Brian announces. "I think it's time to let off some steam ourselves. It might not be a tropical heaven of your dreams here - merely a humble, country house in West Virginia - but I have reason to believe our pool will do the trick. So what do you say?" he continues in a husky voice.

"Gotta hand it to you, Kinney, I'm really starting to like this fucking World Cup stuff," Justin informs him with delight before accepting his husband’s enticing offer.