I Watch!- B/J one shot

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
A/N:
I used these as prompts.

Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story. Any products placement is not intentional ;)
Comments are love.

-Early afternoon, Kinnetik's head office, Pittsburgh-

"It's been a fucking hectic day so far so you better get your ass down here ASAP with those fucking boards. This client is vicious, he would have my balls if I won't deliver an amazing campaign for his fucking chain of organic fast food restaurants or what ever the fuck by tomorrow," Brian shouts into his Bluetooth, apparently aiming at someone at the art department. He disconnects the call and pinches the bridge of his nose as he sinks further into his black leather chair, lowering his head and reaching his right hand forward, grabbing his left hand which is nestled in his lap, holding his most priced position.

The office turns silent apart from Brian's distinctive heavy deviated septum breathing and the increasingly rapid movement of his right hand.

"Ahem," An understated yet inquisitive Ted clears his throat as he stops by,knocking on Brian's glass office door despite the fact it's wide open as usual.

"I see you found a whole new use for your right hand, Bri…" Ted snorts.

"Fuck you, Theodore!" Brian's right hand relaxes as he lifts his head from his lap to snort at his long time friend and trusty business associate. "As if you wouldn't want one yourself," he continues, eventually exposing his right hand and tacking his tongue inside his cheek.

"Well, Blake and I can do without these kind of things," Ted admits.

"Of course you do, you have OTHER toys to play with," Brian replies.

"To each his own, you know," Ted answers back. "But hey, if YOU are into THESE kind of toys then by all means, knock yourself out. If anyone deserves a treat every once in a while it's you. I told you so many times in the past," Ted says. "How much these things cost anyway?" he asks. After all he is Brian's long time personal accountant and CFO.

"Not much," Brian blurs out, "And it's got all those cool apps and everything," he exclaims. "I just ordered one for Justin actually. I KNOW the little fucker would absolutely love it,"

"I'm sure he will, " Ted says. " But I'm wondering what would happen during one of our board meetings or while you're at an important meeting with a client or in the middle of an important pitch, with that THING on your hand," Ted voices his concern.

"I guess I'll have to take another course of action and excuse myself by saying something came up , leaving YOU in charge," Brian says with a raised eyebrow. "Okay then, our time is up Theodore. My chief art director is on his way here, we have some important matters to attend to," Brian cuts the conversation short, nodding at Ted as the man leaves the office.

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-Fifteen minutes later-

Just as Ted leaves a certain petite vibrant blond young man dressed in a edgy distressed light grey short sleeved T shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans and tredny bright green trainers steps in, walking across the room. The young man bends forward to press his lips to Brian's who still remained seated in his black leather chair.

"Where the fuck have YOU been? " Brian barks.

"Umm… did you miss me THAT much? " The young blond snorts, noticing the impressing bulge in the taller man's grey tailored pants.

"Well, you know …it's been five hours since we fucked in our bed earlier today, Sunshine," Brian shurgs, his voice low and slutry.

"Aww.. ever the romantic," Justin teases, gliding his fingers across Brian's jaw line. "HOWEVER I would appreciate it if you wouldn't lash out on me during office hours, especially not while you call the art department," the young man demands, tagging on the Brian's silk designer's tie.

"Well you ARE my chief artistic director. You're supposed to be brilliant," Brian groans, pulling his lips inward.

"These things take time you know," Justin moans into Brian's open mouth.

"Speaking of which… I have a little new toy for you," Brian says as they break the kiss.

"A Surprise? For me? It's not even our anniversary or anything," Justin smirks.

"Well… open it," Brian urges, handing Justin a white rectangle box.

" AN IWatch?" Justin chuckles.

Brian nods. "I picked this design especially to compliment the lovely tan you've been sporting since we got back from Miami Beach young man," he says, reaching his hand to help Justin put the innovative device on his left wrist. Then he gently pushes Justin down to sit in his lap while snaking his tongue inside the blond's plum soft inviting lips.

"Ohhh… I see you've got one yourself," Justin points out, grabbing Brian's left hand in his.

"Indeed I do," Brian moans under his breath tightening his hold on Justin's wrist. He pulls both their hands forward placing them on the hardening bulge in his Armani slate colored pants first then onto Justin's nicely erect cock that's clad inside his jeans.

"Here's to twin stiffies and matching gadgets," Justin's voice sounds distorted as he responds to Brian's dick grinding next to his through the fabric of his pants.

"Let us celebrate!" Brian cheers. He keeps his left wrist free while snaking the fingers of his right hand into the waist band of Justin's dark blue jeans and then deeper inside Justin's black boxers briefs.



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