Taking Care of Business - B/J ficlett

[guavejuice]

Thank you SO much urugwaj for creating the banner for the entire Word Cup ficlett series.


Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
A/N:The 'prompt' I use is real. All the rest is fiction.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Comments are love.

"The ongoing debate about Football vs. Soccer is like the ever lasting Top or Bottom issue. Both discussions are quite tedious when you come to think of it but at the same time you just can't stop pondering about it," Justin points out, riding the last lustful waves of pure natural ecstasy while still trying to catch his breath. Brian just rolled off him after a rigorous Friday night fuck fest but non of them are rushing anything. Justin is lying flat on Brian's side of the bed wrapping his arms around the familiar toned back with the taller man's dick still inside him.

"I LOVE how you can talk for hours after we fuck," Brian points out in a gravely sated voice.
Justin smirks back, resting his head in the crock of Brian's neck.

"You ARE a clever devil. I still marvel at the way your mind works," Brian answers, his fingers draw small circles on his partner's naked shoulder. "I mean how the fuck do you even compare the two?"

"Admit it, Kinney. THAT'S why you SO love me… " Justin says. "And… god, how did we end up here?" he asks in a softer voice.

"Nine years ago AFTER you refused to answer my second proposal I had to think fast and BIG so I bought this place and then after I finally made an honest-and legal- man out of you I brought you back here, " Brian replies with a trace of sarcasm in his voice, grabbing a stand of Justin's hair gently wrapping it around his own finger.

"That's NOT what I meant, Brian. I mean… staying in bed TALKING? Boy, we've come a long way," Justin points out lovingly.

"I like the whole talking thing," Brian nods, gliding his finger across Justin's lower lip. "But it doesn't mean I have to TALK about it," he ends up kissing Justin on his lips. "Plus… a few OTHER things have changed here but that doesn't mean we have to talk about that all the time as well, do we?" he continues after they break the kiss.

"You mean us going bareback?" Justin answers with joy. "Well… you know there's no turning back now. It's what we both agreed on before we decided to take the plunge -sort of speak- remember?" He continues, slightly shivering.

"God! Sometimes you do talk too much, you twat. Who says I'm regretting it?" Brian protests. He's slightly lifting himself from the mattress and leans over Justin's body to reach to his side of the night stand to open the top drawer.

"So… why the fuck are you frantically rummaging through your condom drawer all of a sudden? I thought you said you're getting rid of it. Should I freak out? Is there something you're not telling me?" Justin presses.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Brian snorts, holding a sealed envelope. "Happy Pride month, Mr. Taylor. As an ongoing celebration of our OWN gay World Cup I have a little surprise for you. Open it…" he says handing Justin the envelope.

"An all expense paid round trip to… Brazil?" Justin exclaims, peppering kisses all over his lover's naked golden skin. "But… what's that?" Justin asks after a slight pause, picking up a couple of unopened condom packets that were tucked inside the envelope. "I thought we agreed we don't need THESE any longer," he notes quietly.

"Well we don't but here's the thing- this non profit organization from Washington approached moi, a couple of months ago to create an ad campaign for the “official” condom of the World Cup. Apparently the whole thing is really turning out to be the classiest sporting event this year. People are getting it on all over the place. So in honor of the host country those condoms tastes like Brazil’s signature cocktail, the Caipirinha, which is made with limes, sugar and the Brazilian liquor cachaça. Oh and the condoms themselves are in yellow and green Brazil’s national colors, in case you're wondering," Brian concludes with his signature smirk.



"Safe sex and alcohol — two things near and dear to your heart," Justin smugly points out at this partner.

"Wait 'til you hear the slogan I came up with . Let me translate it for you, if you're a bit rusty on your Portuguese. it says , “Who will score a great goal today?” Brian declares proudly, playfully flipping the object between his fingers.

"When it comes to condom advertising, it pays to keep one’s tongue firmly in cheek,as long as there’s room," Justin answers teasingly. "But what does it have to do with a trip to Brazil?" he continues.

"You know I usually don't like handouts but the organization kindly offered me this trip as a little thank you gift for my brilliant campaign, so I thought we should give it a go. We've both been working our collective asses off lately in more ways than one, Kinnetic is doing really well and it is is time for a little summer break so I thought we might check those fucking world cap matches up close and personal. We'll be there just in time for the finals. What do you say?" Brian whispers under his breath.

"I couldn't care less about Football or Soccer or whatever the fuck but your generous offer entices me quite a bit, I'll say that!" Justin answers rubbing his naked body against Brian's.

"I can tell," Brian answers joyfully.

"Fuck! It's actually early winter over there. So what do you wear for the Word Cup festivities?" Justin suddenly ponders.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that!" Brian promises in a sultry voice, flipping his lover on his back.

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