Beauty and the Geek- B/J AU part 4/6

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Brian's POV
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-A few days later, Britin-

Will my fucking phone ever stop ringing? I barely lift my head from my pillow and roll to my side to pick up my damn phone from the bedside table. My head pounds like crazy, but it's NOT because I partied all night. Those days are pretty much gone now, but that's a whole different matter. I check out the caller ID and groan inwardly.
"What???" I bark into the receiver.

"And good morning to you too, Bri, even though it's more like afternoon," my friend and CFO, Ted, chirps – much too brightly for my taste.

"What is it, Theodore?" I growl impatiently.

"Oh, nothing much. We were just wondering when we would have the pleasure of seeing your face around here. There are some things that require your attention, you know," he reminds me.

"I already told you I would be working from home for the next few days,” I reply in irritation. Does my company fall apart when I’m not there??

"There's nothing wrong with that,” he hastens to reassure me. I think I can detect a note of amusement in his voice as he considers what sort of ‘work’ I might be doing, which presently couldn’t be further from the truth.

I sigh. “Will you just get to the point?” I ask him wearily.

"Well…It's just that…uh…"

“Ted!” I snap.

I hear him sigh on the other end before he replies, "I think you need to contact young Bill Gates and tell him to bring his bubble butt over here. We're having some issues," he states.

My anger mounts and I can feel the knot at the pit of my stomach. I slide off the mattress and rub my fingers across my face, feeling the week-old stubble that's been growing on my chin and down my jawline. I usually prefer the clean shaven look, but for the past week I just didn’t give a fuck.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, lashing out at him in exasperation.

“We needed an IT expert here, remember? Didn't you just hire that new boy wonder fresh out of…what was it? MIT? What was his name? Uh…Taylor. Yes, Justin Taylor.”

I pinch my nose in barely concealed impatience.“Yeah…what about him?I have NO idea where is he. Why would I? I suggest YOU call him yourself.”

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Brian. You know it means a lot to me that you trust me like that when it comes to making executive decisions, but there are still SOME issues – such as dealing with new office personnel – that require your approval," Ted says after a slight pause. "Mr. Taylor was supposed to be here today, but he's still MIA, so I thought YOU should handle it," he explains; now I definitely can hear the amusement in his voice.

I open my mouth to inform him that such a task is beneath my duties, but decide it’s not worth it. “I'll take care of it. Later, Theodore,” I growl as I promptly snap my phone shut and sigh, flopping back down onto the mattress. My ‘so-called’ working days at home was more of an attempt to hide out until I could figure out what to do regarding my ruse with the newest employee. I knew that I couldn’t stay home forever, though. I give it careful through as I lie there on my back, deciding that it doesn’t matter if he discovers what I have done or not. So what if he finds out? I’M the boss; not him.

“Fuck it,” I decide as I rise from my bed and head toward the bathroom to relieve myself. Looking at myself in the mirror a minute later, I gaze back at my reflection in shock. I can barely recognize myself. My hair is unkempt, my face unshaven, and my eyes look all red and puffy. What is wrong with me? I never let myself get this disheveled, not even after a wild fuck fest with Pittsburgh's finest. Anyway… that's all in the past now, and I have to figure out what to do next. FUCK! What is the point of having $900 worth of anti-aging facial creams, lotions, and other shit, along with $3,000 designer suits if I’m not going to use them? I think in disgust as I continue to peer appalled at my reflection. But why do I presently not have any desire to take advantage of any of them?

Scratching my head, I exit the bathroom, ignoring the fancy suits in my obscenely large, walk-in closet and opting, instead, to pull on a pair of well-loved denim jeans from my dresser drawer and a long-sleeved, dark gray tee shirt. Heading to the master closet, I reach up high to retrieve a worn-out, black leather cap. A cap? I hadn’t even been aware I owned one until I had spotted it a few days ago on a shelf above my suits in the closet. I must have either been out of my mind, or drunk beyond reason when I acquired it, I decided. But it was presently the best way to hide some of the temporary flaws in my appearance, so I take a deep breath before pushing it down onto my head. Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead arriving at Kinnetik in anything other than my outrageously expensive designer suits, my face clean shaven, and my hair washed and perfectly coiffed. But fuck it. I don’t feel like it today – and I no longer give a rat’s ass if this Justin guy discovers who I really am or not. I’m the one in control here, not some kid fresh out of geek school.

As I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, I can definitely feel that distinctive itch in my balls. I can't say it's not half bad, because it's something I haven't felt in a long time, so it takes a bit of getting used to. It's not that I haven’t had my dick sucked recently, or even fucked a random ass here and there, but THAT tingle, that rush of excitement had vanished long ago, and no nameless trick could bring it back. I'm still the same Brian Kinney, I'm unapologetic, confident, and sexy as fuck, I throw the best fucking fundraisers in town, and without question I'm the most successful ad man in town. But that THING – that certain jolt of electricity I’ve always desired – is gone and I don't even know why.

I finish my coffee, grab my keys, don my dark glasses, and pull my cap over my head before I step out into the driveway and slide into my jeep to head back to my office.

Fuck Theodore, fuck demanding clients, and FUCK geeky IT guys- I'm on my way.

_ _ _ _


An Hour Later - Kinnetik

Ted stares open-mouthed at me as I walk out of the elevator and head toward my executive suite. "Fuck, what happened to you, Bri?" Ted chuckles as I walk up to him.

“I haven't seen you like THAT, since before….well, you know,” he explains in surprise, pointing suggestively at my crotch area.

“Can it, Ted,” I warn him with deadly calm. I don't need him to remind me of that chapter in my life, even though I know he realizes how much I appreciated everything he did for me back then.

“But…”

"Will you just shut the fuck up?" I growl.

“Shutting up, Brian,” he informs me dutifully as he pats me condescendingly on my shoulder like a father mollifying an upset child.

I scowl at him as he swiftly drops his hand down to his side.

"Well… looks can be deceiving; I should know," he answers, obviously eluding to my less than stellar appearance. I stare back at him, remembering the time when he was down and out and I was the one who had offered him a job here when I first started this firm.

"Since when did you turn into Dr. Phil or Debbie?" I snort, sinking into my black leather chair as I scoot it closer to my desk. I peer up at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised underneath the cap. “Well?”

"Ohhh…kay…I guess I’d better get back to work now," Ted answers promptly. He starts to head toward the door, only to turn around as something occurs to him. "Oh, I almost forgot. Mr. Taylor is waiting for you,"

"Where is he?" FUCK! I mustn't let that little geek get to me. I only saw him like, what? Twice? First, when I played that practical joke on him when I first ran into him, and then when I staged the whole covert, over-the-top, job interview…I don't know fuck about him, and he's definitely not my type, so why am I so worked up about it? Shit, I'm losing it! Get a grip Kinney, what are you? A fucking, horny school boy?

"He's waiting outside. Should I ask Cynthia to send him in?" Ted asks.

I sigh as I rub my face with my hands. “Go ahead,” I instruct him resignedly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Is everything okay, Bri?" Ted seems concerned.

"Yeah...Everything is just fabulous," I answer dryly. "Send him in."

I frown; if he’s here, how come I didn’t notice him when I came in? Maybe’s he’s the one playing tricks on me now.

TBC…

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