Assignment - Part 2:

And The Wheels Keep Turning

“More coffee, sweetie?”

Justin looked up from the morning paper he was reading and stared at the waitress wearing a bright red wig, bright make up, and a bright t-shirt with a rainbow flag vest over it. 

“No, thanks,” he smiled politely.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” the woman asked, putting the pot of coffee down on the counter and studying his face.  “I know all the boys that come in here.  And I would have definitely remembered that cute little butt of yours.”

Justin blushed, the ability he thought he had lost a long time ago, his smile widening. 

“New in town?” the woman inquired, leaning on the counter, left hand on her hip.

“No.  Just been away for a while,” Justin found himself telling her. 

“Called your mother yet?”

Justin nodded.

“Good boy,” the woman said, patting Justin’s shoulder.  The blond could only smile at her.

“Gorgeous smile as well.”  The waitress moved closer and grinned at him, ruffling his hair with her hand.  “Now you sure you don’t want anything else, Sunshine?”

Justin looked at the woman confused and surprised by the gesture.  He did find himself surprisingly touched by the nickname she had just given him, though.  He shook his head.  “No thanks.”

“Alright.  Just holler if you do.”  The woman popped her gum and, picking up the coffee pot, moved on to serve other customers. 

Watching the woman make rounds from one table to the next, talking to each and every patron, mostly making inappropriate sexual comments, Justin shook his head in amusement before returning his attention to the paper in his hand. 

It was a few minutes later that he heard the door of the diner open and somebody walk in.  Justin didn’t look up, figuring that the possibility of it being  a terrorist or anybody from the CIA’s 50 most wanted list was not very high and he could for once enjoy his morning off.

That thought however flew right out of his head when he heard a familiar voice.

“Fuck!”

Hiding the self-satisfied smirk, Justin looked up from his paper once again and glanced over his shoulder, noticing the obvious dissatisfaction on the other man’s face.

Brian was standing in the doorway.  Three other men, who Justin knew were his close friends, were standing in front of him.  Brian’s eyes, however, were fixed on Justin.

“What a coincidence,” Justin said, smiling innocently at the brunet.

The four men moved further into the diner.  Brian’s friends eyed him with curiosity while Brian looked like he was wishing for the floor to open up and swallow Justin whole.

“I’ve been hearing that word a lot lately,” Brian finally said, his eyes not leaving Justin’s.

“You two know each other?” a smaller man that Justin remembered from the other night asked, turning to Brian.

“Uhm…” Brian hesitated, his gaze shifting between his friend and Justin.

The blond decided to take matters into his own hands.  “Brian and I work together,” he said.

“Oh,” everybody else said, including the waitress who was roaming around, listening closely. 

“At the State Department,” the brunet added, proving to Justin that Brian, just like he himself, had been lying to those close to him about what he was really doing for a living.  It was a part of their lives – lying to those you loved the most.

“Justin Taylor.”  The blond held out his hand toward the man who’d asked the question.  The brunet took his hand and shook it weakly.

“So, does the U.S. Department of State hire based on looks?” the taller one asked, walking over to the other side of Justin and taking a seat next to him.  “Because, you baby, are absolutely gorgeous.”

“Emmett, sweetie,” the waitress came up to them.  “It’s a little early for getting into somebody’s pants.  Even for Brian.”  She shot a look at Brian that Justin couldn’t quite decipher.

“It’s never too early, Deb,” Brian replied, scowling at the waitress. 

“Yeah, if he didn’t have to work, Brian would fuck twenty-four seven,” another man said.

“Well, Ted, at least I can still get it up,” Brian snapped at him. 

“Alright, enough banter before breakfast,” the waitress commanded.  “Now, sit your asses down and leave Sunshine here to finish his breakfast in peace.”

Justin forced himself to keep a straight face when he saw the reaction to Deb’s nickname for him on Brian’s face.  The brunet’s eyebrows went up and he rolled his lips inside his mouth as he stared at the blond.

“No, that’s perfectly alright,” Justin said, getting up.  Reaching in his back pocket, he took out his wallet, pulled a few bills out and tossed them next to his empty plate.  “I should get going anyway.  Thank you, Debbie?”  He smiled when she nodded, confirming her name.

“Ma?  Can we please get some coffee?” Justin heard one of the men that Brian had walked in with earlier call from a booth in the corner. 

Shooting another grin at Brian, Justin picked up his jacket and strolled casually past the taller man.

Suddenly, he felt the other man’s hand grabbing his elbow and pushing him out the door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brian demanded as soon as they were outside.

Justin gave the other man a confused look.  “It’s called walking, Brian.  Look it up.”

The brunet took a step closer.  “I told you before not to fuck with me.”

“You’re acting like I’m stalking you or something,” Justin snickered.

“You’re everywhere I turn.  What would you have me think?”

“I think working for the CIA has made you too fucking paranoid,” Justin concluded.  “You know, not everybody is out to get you.”

“Is that right?  So you just happened to show up in the same fucking diner I eat breakfast in?”

“That’s right,” Justin nodded.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, I don’t give a shit what you believe,” Justin replied, harshly.  Sighing, he softened.  “Look, I’ve been eating borsch and potatoes for over a year.  I wanted something greasy for a change.  You know, the real American food.”

“I’m pretty sure they have McDonald’s in Odessa,” Brian snarled.

The blond rolled his eyes.  “Fuck you.  Why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“Why are you?”

Justin groaned inwardly.  Outwardly, though, he did not show a sign that the man was frustrating him.  “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve never fucked a coworker before.”

He saw Brian’s gaze drift downward briefly before positioning itself back on Justin’s face. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he exclaimed in surprise.  “Well, I’ve gotta hand it to you, Brian.  You really know how to surprise a guy.”  Justin chuckled.  “Now, why don’t you go back inside and enjoy a nice, greasy breakfast with your friends.” 

As soon as the words were out if his mouth, Justin heard a quiet beeping.  Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his work beeper – the one that was used when he was needed at the agency.  So much for a day off.

He looked up when he heard another sound coming from Brian’s pocket. 

“Looks like we’re needed,” Justin said, meeting Brian’s gaze.

~~~***~~~***~~~

“This is James Stockwell,” Lindsay said as a picture of a man flashed on the screen.

Justin’s eyes shot up in surprise, his gaze jumping from Lindsay to Brian and back to Lindsay again.  It was less than a week earlier that he had first heard that name - the day he came back to Pittsburgh.

He had just gotten back a little over an hour before and was happily unpacking his suitcase in his condo when he heard a knock on the door.  Surprised to have visitors so soon, especially since nobody knew that he was back yet, Justin opened the door to find Lindsay on the other side.

That was when she had asked him for a favor – to take an assignment that she wouldn’t trust anybody else with.  It seemed that one of the agents, Brian Kinney, was working for Stockwell, supplying him the information that the CIA possessed.  That was all Justin knew when he agreed to the assignment. – to get close to Brian, to find out whether the man was a mole.

 “As some of you might know,” Lindsay continued, snapping Justin back to the present, “We’ve had information for quite some time now that Stockwell has been a major player in the world’s arms market, supplying terrorist and extremist groups with guns and explosives.  What we don’t have is solid proof.  Or who Stockwell’s clients are.”

Lindsay pressed the button and the screen changed, revealing an image of a six story, brick building.

“This building belongs to a company dealing in commercial properties in England.  Our intell indicates, however, that this is more than likely a front company.  We belive Stockwell uses it to clean the money he gets from sales of firearms and explosives.”

“Buying property in Europe,” Brian clarified.

“Right,” Lindsay nodded.  “And then selling it, making, what on the outside, looks like a legal profit.”

“So, what’s the mission?” Justin asked, a little too eager.

“We received information that something we have been looking for is in that building,” Melanie said.

“What’s that?” Brian asked.

“A list of Stockwell’s clients.”  The dark-haired woman stood up from her seat.  “There are two copies – a hard drive that is located on the fourth floor of the building.”  Another image came up on the screen.  This time it was a detailed floor plan of the building in question.  “And a floppy disk stored in the library on the sixth.”  Turning off the screen, the two women turned to Brian and Justin.

“Any questions?” Lindsay asked, waiting expectantly.

“Yeah, one,” Justin replied.  “Who the fuck uses floppies anymore?”

~~~***~~~***~~~

“Panther, what’s your position?” came Lindsay’s voice on the com system. 

“Staircase, third floor,” Brian responded quietly as he slowly climbed the stairs, watching out for the heavily armed guards.  He had already taken out two and he was sure that there were more on the way. 

“The computer is on the fourth floor.  As soon as you get to the door, turn left,” Lindsay instructed.

Relieved to find the fourth floor door unguarded, Brian slowly opened and peered inside. There were two guards, one at each end of the hall.  Taking a deep breath, Brian raised his gun.  Coming out from the doorway, he turned to his right and fired once, the guard collapsing to the floor immediately.  Before the other guard could react, Brian had him down as well. 

“Proceeding to the target,” he informed her as he quickly ran down the hall toward the farthest office. 

Opening the door, he walked in and immediately spotted what he had been looking for – a computer with the list of Stockwell’s clients saved on its hard drive.  Brian made his way around the desk.  Putting his gun down, he took out a disk handed to him right before they got on the plane to London, placed it inside the CD drive of the computer, and waited.  Finally a message popped up in the middle of the screen.  “Looking for password,” he said.

Ten seconds later the computer was unlocked.  He searched quickly through folders on the hard drive, stopping when he found what he had been looking for.  Taking out another disk, he slipped it into the CD drive and clicked on ‘Save’, watching the status bar slowly move across the bottom of the screen.

The process was over 80% done when he heard voices right outside the door.  Snatching his gun from the desk, Brian ducked under it, waiting.  The door opened and from what Brian could tell, there were three men. 

He was about to come out from his hiding when he heard three shots being fired.  Slowly moving out from his hiding place, Brian stood up.  There were now three bodies on the floor and Justin standing in the doorway, his gun in his hand.

“I got the disk,” the blond informed him. 

Brian turned to the computer. It was done.  Taking out the disk out of the drive, Brian followed Justin out of the office and toward the staircase.  The mission was complete.

~~~***~~~***~~~

“You slept with Brian Kinney?” Daphne exclaimed. 

“Would you keep your voice down?” Justin told his friend as the two of them walked inside Babylon. 

“What for?  Nobody can hear anything anyway,” she replied back, shouting over the loud noise. 

“Trust me, the important things they’ll hear.” 

The two friends made their way through the crowd toward the bar. Ordering drinks, they turned around to watch men on the dance floor. 

“I can’t believe it. You’ve been in Pittsburgh for a week and you’ve already fucked the hottest guy in town,” Daphne gushed. 

Justin chuckled. “Well, technically, he was the one fucking me.” 

“How did that happen?” 

“You want details?” Justin laughed. 

The young woman punched him in the shoulder. “Asshole.” 

“That’s exactly what he was fucking.” 

Daphne rolled her eyes. “So, how was he?” 

A wide grin spread across Justin’s face. “Incredible. We fucked all night. Besides my first time, I don’t think I’ve ever been that sore before.” 

Daphne stared at him wide-eyed. “Do you realize that all the women in the agency are head over heels for him?” 

“I’m sure, some guys are as well.” 

“Well, now I know why he never pays attention to anybody. Except for you, of course.” 

Justin smiled, taking a sip of his drink.  

“So, are you gonna see him again?” Daphne got back to the interrogation.  

The blond shrugged. “Doubt it.” 

Daphne studied his face carefully for a moment. “What are you not telling me?” 

Justin met her eyes, his best innocent face plastered on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

He turned away, hiding his smile when his gaze fell on a certain brunet walking toward him. 

~~~***~~~***~~~ 

Brian cursed silently when he spotted him at the bar. He started to turn away to head up to the catwalk when he felt Michael’s hand on his arm. 

“I thought you were thirsty,” his friend said, teasingly. 

On the way from the loft to Babylon, all he was saying was how much he needed a stiff drink and a stiff dick. Nodding, he headed toward the bar, his bestest best friends following closely behind. 

“Brian,” Justin smiled widely at him. “What a surprise. Come here often?” 

The brunet rolled his eyes. “Very original.” He turned to the bartender and ordered a double shot of Jim Beam. He was sure he would need a lot more than one of those to get through the night. 

“It’s not a pick up line,” Justin replied.  

“Is that right?” 

“That’s right,” Emmett chimed in, squeezing in between Justin and Brian. “Blondie here doesn’t need pick up lines to get his man, isn’t that right sweetie?” 

Brian saw Justin’s smile only get wider. 

“All eyes are on you tonight, baby,” Emmett told him. 

“Em, would you stop trying to molest the little boy?” Brian heard Ted’s voice from behind him. 

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” Brian snickered at him.  

“No,” the older man responded. “Are you?” 

Brian glared at his so-called friend. Turning back to Justin he noticed the blond trying to hide the obvious grin.  

“Uhm, Brian, you know Daphne, right?”  The blond pointed to the young woman standing next to him.  

Daphne. That was the name. Brian saw Justin with her before at the agency. It was obvious they were close friends if Justin was not only out to her but also brought her to a gay club.  

“You work with them too?” Emmett asked, not even trying to hide his usual nosy ways. 

“Yes,” Daphne responded. 

“So, tell me, honey.” Emmett’s attention was now on the woman. “What is Brian like in the office?” 

Daphne’s brown eyes found Brian’s briefly before she turned her attention back to Emmett and shrugged. “Pretty much like he is here, I guess.” 

“You mean, sucking and fucking nonstop?” Ted asked. 

Everybody laughed, except of course for Brian who did not like in the least having his personal and professional lives come together like that.  

Grimacing at all of them, Brian put his drink on the bar and turned to leave. 

“What’s wrong, Bri? Too much for you to handle?” Ted called after him. 

“I’ve got better things to do than stand around with you losers,” Brian shot back, quickly making his way up the stairs and onto the catwalk.  

He leaned against the railing, watching the crowd like a king surveying his kingdom, a tiger picking out tonight’s prey. But his gaze constantly returned to the same blond, who was now in the middle of the dance floor with Emmett. 

“You ok?” Brian heard behind him. 

“Fine,” he told his best friend. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Michael shrugged. “Well, you got all weird when you saw that guy.” 

“I did not get all weird,” Brian argued, grimacing at how very junior high he sounded.  

“He looks like he’s about twelve. Does he really work with you?” 

Brian nodded. 

“What does he do? Sort mail?” Michael laughed at his own joke. 

Brian’s eyes followed Justin’s every move. The blond was dancing with some other guy now. Someone Brian didn’t know. He watched as Justin’s body moved to the beat of the song, his butt swaying from side to side, his eyes closed - as if he was getting lost in the song, in his own world. 

Brian felt the familiar twitch south of his navel and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other man. 

“He’s actually really good,” Brian heard himself say, surprised a little that it was the truth. Justin was incredibly good at what he did – one of the best agents he had worked with. But it wasn’t the only thing Justin was good at. Brian’s mind flashed back to their first night together and the brunet could barely contain himself as he made his way down the stairway and through the crowded dance floor. 

He walked up behind Justin and wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s chest. The energy was radiating from the blond and it was completely intoxicating. Justin’s head dropped back, his eyes closed as he rubbed his ass against Brian’s dick. Brian ran his hands up and down Justin’s chest and stomach, pressing the blond closer to him. 

“I want you to fuck me,” Justin moaned. 

Turning him around in his arms, Brian found that the blond was smiling. Leaning down, he kissed Justin hard on the mouth. “I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured in Justin’s ear before pulling him toward the exit. 

 

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