Assignment - Part 1:
My Lover, the Spy
“That was quick,” Michael commented as soon as Brian walked out of the club and wrapped his arm around the smaller man’s neck.
“When you’ve had as much practice as he’s had,” Ted added his five cents.
“I got bored,” Brian responded.
“Yeah, ‘cause getting your dick sucked can be so tedious,” Emmett said.
“He looked pretty hot to me,” Michael added.
“Everybody looks hot to you,” Brian said, tossing his jacket through the open window of his Jeep.
His voice trailed off as his gaze fell on a walking soda or underwear commercial – a blond, gorgeous twink with, what looked like from where Brian was standing, the world’s most perfect ass.
Forgetting about the other men, Brian moved toward the light pole the blond was leaning against.
“How’s it going?” he asked, leaning closely to the other man. “Had a busy night?”
“Oh, you know, just checking out the bars,” the blond responded. “Boy Toy, Meat Hook.”
“Meat Hook? Really?” Brian asked, amused. “So, you’re into leather.”
“Sure.”
Brian nodded, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “Where are you headed?”
The blond shook his head. “No place special.”
Brian pressed himself ever so tightly against the smaller man’s body. “I can change that.”
~~~***~~~***~~~
Justin opened his eyes when he heard the alarm go off. He watched as the other man reached over him and hit the snooze button, then fell back down on the bed. He waited as the brunet opened his eyes, which took a little time. Finally, his eyes locked on a pair of confused hazel ones.
“Who the fuck are you?” Brian demanded, draping his arm over his forehead.
Justin responded with a half smile before he shifted into a sitting position and reached for his pants. “I’m the guy you said ‘I love you’ to about ten times last night.” He knew what the expression on Brian’s face was without even turning around.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t believe everything I hear if I were you,” Brian responded.
Justin glanced over his shoulder. “Relax. I won’t make you march down the aisle. Not big on marriage.” He pulled on his jeans and stood up, zipping them up and searching for his shirt.
“That’s great,” Brian grumbled as he tossed the duvet to the side and sat up, taking his head in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut.
Justin shook his head and snickered quietly. Buttoning the last button of his shirt, he walked around the bed and stood next to Brian, teasingly tousling the chestnut locks of the other man. “Last night was great.” Brian opened his eyes and looked up, giving Justin an annoyed look. “Thanks,” the blond added. Smiled. And turned to leave.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Brian walked through the front doors and headed directly for the elevators, crossing the huge sign of the Central Intelligence Agency in the middle of the floor. He’d done this so many times - crossed the lounge and the security post so often, he never even looked down to notice it anymore. He knew what was there. The same thing that surrounded him, even when he wasn’t inside the big federal building which to the outside world was just another Department of State building.
What the rest of the world didn’t know was that inside the thick walls of the building people and machines worked day and night to ensure their safety.
Passing through the security check, Brian walked over to the elevators and pressed the ‘Up’ button. A few seconds later the elevator door opened and he got in, grateful that the it was empty. One of the things he hated the most was the need of most people he worked with to chit chat when they were stuck in a small, confined space.
The doors slid open once again and Brian stepped onto the red carpeted area. Turning left, he walked down the hall and into a big, spacious hall filled with agents, tech people, and the rest of the staff that made up the Pittsburgh branch of the CIA.
“Agent Kinney,” he heard behind him. Turning around, his eyes fell on a young black woman whose name, like most others, he could never remember. “We were just about to call you in. There’s a briefing.”
“When?”
“Uhm,” she raised her left hand and glanced at her watch. “Now. The big conference room.”
Brian nodded and was already on his way toward the door in the far corner of the floor.
“Come in,” he heard the woman say when he opened the door.
Walking through the door and closing it behind him, Brian took the seat closest to the exit, and farthest from the woman. It looked like everybody else was already there.
“Ok, good, we can begin,” Director Marcus said as she picked up a remote control and pressed the button, the big screen behind her immediately lighting up to show a picture of a middle-aged man. “This is Roman Jenski. He has been on the Interpol…” She paused when the door opened.
“I was told there’s a briefing,” a voice came.
Lindsay stood up and smiled. “Oh, yes, Justin, come in,” she said, waving him in.
Brian heard the door close and in the next moment he was sitting next to the same blond from the night before. The brunet stared in shock as the blond flashed him a smile before turning his attention to the two women at the head of the desk.
Getting over the initial shock, Brian tried to focus on what Melanie was saying. Unfortunately for him, his mind was going back to the night before. Even in his slightly out of it state he remembered how incredible the other man was. One of the best fucks he’d had in a long time and that was saying something, since he’d had a lot of men.
He could still remember the fucking amazing blowjob – the blond’s full lips covering his cock, his wet tongue licking his precum – Brian found himself getting hard just thinking about it.
He blew out a puff of air and once again tried to focus on the information required to complete the mission.
When the briefing was over, everybody got up to leave the room.
Before he could even react, the blond was out of his sight, and Brian was left standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.
“Everything ok?”
Brian turned around at the sound of the woman’s voice. “Yeah,” he responded to his friend. “Who was that guy? The one sitting next to me.”
“Oh, that’s Justin Taylor,” Lindsay responded.
“A rookie?”
“No, he’s been with the agency for over five years now.”
“How come I’ve never seen him here before?”
Lindsay studied his face for a moment, then rolled her eyes. “Come on, Brian. Can’t you at least forget about your dick while you’re here?”
“That would be like forgetting to breathe,” Brian shot back, smirking at her.
The woman just shook her head. “Justin’s a great guy, Brian. And even a better agent. Please, leave him alone.”
“I was just asking,” he replied defensively. “So, you know him?”
She nodded. “He was here the first three years after the farm,” Lindsay said. “I think you were in Hong Kong then. Anyway, he volunteered for a mission in Ukraine. That was over a year ago.”
“Long mission,” Brian commented as the two of them walked out of the conference room. His gaze scanned the room, stopping when he spotted a blond head near data.
“Undercover,” Lindsay explained. “It was a big success too. Thanks to Justin. He really is a great agent.”
Brian nodded. “I should get ready.”
Lindsay patted him on the shoulder and Brian left to get prepped.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Getting everything he needed for the mission, Brian returned to the fifth floor – the main section, what one would call the heart of the operation. His desk was also located there, which was exactly where he was headed when he spotted the now familiar blond head a few feet in front of him.
Picking up his pace, Brian quickly caught up with the other man and, grabbing his arm, he pushed Justin into the empty room at the end of the hall.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Brian ground out as soon as the door was closed behind them and they were alone.
“Nice to see you too,” Justin replied, sweetly.
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“I thought that’s what we did last night.”
Brian clenched his jaw, not wanting the man to know that he was getting the best of him.
“Answer the fucking question,” he said instead. “What are you doing here?”
Justin took a step back and leaned casually against the empty desk. “Same thing you are. Working.”
“And last night?”
Justin chuckled. “Definitely NOT working.”
Brian could only glare.
The blond held his hands to the sides, shrugging in confusion. “What do you want me to say? Come on, Brian, give me a fucking break. I just got back in town. Wanted to get laid. It’s really not a big deal.”
Brian narrowed his eyes, studying the other man’s face carefully, searching for any sign of a lie. “And you just happened to be at that corner when I came out of Babylon,” he asked, incredulously.
“Don’t you believe in coincidences?” Justin asked.
“Not as a rule, no.”
Justin shrugged and stood straight. “Well, that’s your problem. And in case you were too fucking stoned to remember, YOU were the one who came after ME. Not the other way around.”
With that, Justin walked past Brian and out of the room, leaving the brunet to ponder on whether coincidences really existed in life. His life, especially. In his line of work one rarely came across something that was not planned or expected. This…well, it was throwing him off.
~~~***~~~***~~~
The flight to Poland was uneventful, as those tended to be. All the agents involved in the mission were sitting separately, studying and prepping for what was to come. One mistake could get all of them killed. Everything had to go according to plan. And on Brian’s missions everything always did.
The mission was to capture Roman Jenski – a Polish extremist responsible for a number of explosions in Warsaw’s dance clubs and bars, a number one on the Polish police Wanted List. The CIA however was not going to hand over Jenski to the local authorities. They had information that the man had ties to Russian terrorist groups and they needed to find out what he knew.
“Remember, we want Jenski alive,” Brian reminded them as the six men dressed in the black attire piled out of the van that took them from the airport to a few blocks away from the warehouse where the intelligence showed the terrorist resided.
The team spread across the perimeter, surrounding the building. The intel specified that Jenski would be heavily guarded. To get to him, first they had to get through the bodyguards.
Brian rounded the corner, running into a large-framed man smoking in front of the entrance, a semi-automatic hanging over his shoulder. Walking up slowly and as quietly as he could, Brian neared the man. He wrapped his hands around the man’s neck and snapped it, letting the now limp body fall to the ground. One down…how many more to go, he did not know.
Proceeding inside, Brian spotted two more guards. Unfortunately they already heard the commotion outside and were on alert. One of them fired at Brian. The brunet ducked behind a staircase, waited until the other man paused and fired at the two, taking out both of them.
With the staircase clear, Brian ran up the stairs leading to the second floor, immediately spotting their target – Roman Jenski.
“Freeze,” Brian shouted, but the man either did not understand English or chose to ignore him, instead turning around and shooting at Brian while running down the long hallway.
Brian was forced to hide around the corner. Before he could react, though, he heard more shots, coming from someone other than Jenski. And then everything got quiet.
“Base camp, this is Picasso. Target apprehended,” he heard in his ear set they used to communicate between each other and with the Base.
Walking out from behind the wall, Brian froze, his eyes locked on a scene before him – Jenski was on the floor, moaning from being shot in the leg while Justin, whose blond hair seemed even lighter in contrast to the all black uniform had his knee pressed against Jenski’s back, putting handcuffs on the man’s hands.
Brian snapped out of it when the rest of the members of his team gathered around Justin and Jenski, helping the former get the terrorist up, and moved him toward the exit.
~~~***~~~***~~~
As soon as the team got back to the base, Justin headed to the fifth floor to see his friend. Walking inside the data center, which was just a fancy name for a big room filled with computers, he smiled.
“Hey, welcome back,” Daphne said, getting up from her chair to give him a hug. “I heard it went great.”
“Yeah, Jenski will probably be limping to his trial, but we got him,” he replied.
The young woman smiled, pulling him close to her once again. Justin relaxed into his best friend’s touch. He didn’t let himself think about it at the time, but he missed her terribly while he was away.
“God, I’m so happy that you’re back,” she said, finally letting him go. It seemed that she had missed him just as much.
“And we got a shitload to catch up on,” Justin said. “Are you getting off soon?”
The woman nodded. “Now, actually. I was waiting for your team to get back.”
“Great,” the blond smiled. “I have a short briefing with Lindsay…”
“Lindsay?” Daphne cocked her eyebrow at him.
“Director Peterson,” Justin corrected himself. “And then I’m free.”
Telling Daphne that he’d be back in fifteen minutes tops, Justin headed toward Lindsay’s office.
He knocked on the door and opened it half way, peering inside.
“Come in,” Lindsay said.
Opening the door wider, Justin walked inside, closing the door behind him. “Sorry, I didn’t report before,” he said, nodding to Melanie who stood next to Lindsay’s desk.
“That’s ok,” the blond woman replied, smiling softly. “You had more pressing matters then.”
Justin smiled politely as he took the seat across the desk from the two women.
“How does it feel to be on this side of the ocean?” Melanie asked.
“It’s great,” Justin responded. “Having hot water at all hours is something I’ll never take for granted again.”
“You did a wonderful job there, Justin,” Lindsay added. “As well as on your latest operation.”
Justin smiled and nodded, remembering his manners. Even though Lindsay was a friend and he had not seen her for some time, there were unwritten rules how one must behave around his superiors. Frankly, he hated these formal meetings where everybody involved were trying to get all the polite crap out of the way before they could get to the important things.
Thankfully, it seemed that Lindsay and Melanie were just as eager to get to those.
“So, tell me about last night,” Lindsay said finally.
Justin inhaled, then exhaled slowly. “I went out to Liberty Avenue around one in the morning as we discussed. Agent Kinney was just coming out of Babylon with three of his friends.”
“Did you go up to him?” Melanie interrupted.
“No,” Justin shook his head. “I let him come to me.”
The brown-haired woman snorted. “You were taking quite a risk. What if he didn’t?”
Justin bit back a caustic comment, settling for a nicer one. “From everything I’ve learned about Agent Kinney, he’s the kind of man who likes the hunt, the chase. It’s part of the excitement for him, part of the game. He’s the predator. I had to let him play out the game the way he wanted it.”
Lindsay cleared her throat. “Ok, what happened then?”
“He walked up to me, we exchanged some words. The usual banter. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then he took me to his place.”
“And then what?” Melanie asked.
Justin gave the woman a pointed stare.
The two lesbians just stared back at him with the same confusion on their faces.
“We played scrabble,” he sneered. “What do you think?”
“Justin!” Lindsay exclaimed.
“That was not part of the plan,” Melanie said, her face turning red.
“What did you think would happen?” Justin looked at them challengingly. “That he’d throw his hand around my shoulders and we’d become best buds? I did what I had to do to get close to him.”
He sighed loudly as the two women took their time processing the information.
“So, what happened…after?” Lindsay finally got back on track.
“He fucked me and we fell asleep,” Justin replied, trying hard not to laugh at how uncomfortable the two women were.
“You stayed over?” Melanie asked.
“Well, we…uhm…” Justin cleared his throat. “We stayed up late.”
He heard the brunette’s loud intake of air while Lindsay looked everywhere but him.
“And then what?” Melanie inquired.
“I left early this morning.”
“You just left?” Lindsay asked.
“Well, Brian’s not exactly the type to bring you breakfast in bed the morning after,” Justin snarled. “When he’s done fucking you, he expects you to get your shit and get out. No fuss, no muss.”
Melanie shook her head as she paced the office. Stopping in front of Justin, she looked him in the eye. “Can you get close to him?”
“Won’t be easy. It will take time,” was Justin’s response.
“Can you do it?”
Justin held her stare for a moment. “Yes.”
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