Assignment - Part 3:
Life's Full of Surprises
Brian thrust deeper inside the other man, letting a moan escape his lips, echoing the sound bursting out of his companion’s mouth.
Pausing just for a brief moment, Brian glanced down at his partner. Justin’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth slightly open, his breathing ragged, just like Brian’s; their bodies wet and slick with sweat and cum from their earlier activities.
Brian held his breath for just a second, letting his mind ponder over the fact that since that fateful night almost two months ago, he had seen this incredible expression on the blond’s face six times in his bed. That was, of course, not counting a couple of times on the chaise, three times in Justin’s townhouse, and a blowjob on the airplane on their way back from a mission earlier that evening.
It felt strange that somehow this man had managed to do what others before him never could – get fucked by Brian more than once. The brunet never did repeats – ever since college.
Until now.
A part of Brian wondered why the hell he allowed this man to get closer than anybody else ever could. Another part of him decided that it was only the relief of making it out of the exploding building alive that brought the two of them together – sort of like comrades celebrating after the battle. Yet another part couldn’t give a shit what the reason was. He only had to glance at the blond for his cock to stand up in a silent and torturous salute.
He felt two hands grasp his butt cheeks and press him down. He knew what that meant. Smiling down at the two pleading blue eyes staring up at him now, Brian resumed his movements, pushing in harder and deeper, his whole body getting hot as if he was engulfed in flames.
He heard a loud moan somewhere beneath him and in the next moment he himself exploded inside his lover.
When the waves of orgasm subsided, Brian collapsed on top of the smaller man, covering the hot, swollen mouth with his own.
Pulling out of Justin, Brian discarded of the condom and rolled on his side.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice still hoarse from the loud and vigorous activities.
Justin gave him a tired, but satisfied smile. “What better way to top off a successful mission?”
“A nice, long fuck,” Brian responded, both of them laughing quietly, neither having much energy for anything else at this point.
Not long after they both gave into the restful sleep.
~~~***~~~***~~~
It was a loud ringing that woke Justin up the next morning. He buried his head deeper into the pillow, but the annoying, piercing sound was determined on waking him up. And Brian as well.
Justin felt the bed shift before he opened his eyes.
“Yeah,” Brian answered, picking up the phone on the night stand.
Finally opening his eyes, Justin watched the other man carefully. Brian didn’t say much. A couple of ‘yeahs’ and ‘oks’ before writing something down on a notepad next to the phone and hanging up.
Placing the phone back on the nightstand, Brian turned to Justin.
“What time is it?” the blond asked.
“Seven thirty,” Brian replied, reaching for the pair of jeans he wore the night before and pulling them on.
Justin settled back down on his back and ran his hands over his face, rubbing away the last remnants of sleep. He then followed the other man’s suit and, getting out of bed, began to get dressed.
That task was halted when he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist and soft, warm kisses trailed down his neck.
Turning on his heels, Justin raised his mouth to Brian’s, getting lost in the good morning kiss. And then…
A loud knock on the door interrupted their morning activity.
Brian let out an annoyed groan while Justin simply rolled his eyes as he felt the other man’s arms slip away from him.
“Next time we’re staying over at my place,” he told the brunet.
Brian stopped and looked at him, his eyebrow arched. “Next time? What makes you think there’ll be a next time?”
Justin wasn’t fazed by the other man’s cold demeanor. “There’s always a next time, Brian,” he shot back, holding the brunet’s gaze.
He waited for a reply, but none came. Brian simply turned away, walked out of the bedroom and headed toward the door.
Justin waited until Brian was all the way across the loft before he walked around the bed and looked at the notepad that Brian had left on the nightstand. “Stockwell, 10,” it said.
He heard Brian deactivate the alarm and unlock the door. Walking back over to where his clothes were, Justin quickly finished getting dressed and left the bedroom.
He was at the bottom of the stairs when he heard the familiar voice coming from the doorway.
“Did we wake you?” Lindsay asked as Brian let her in.
Brian didn’t get a chance to respond because in the next moment there was a loud shriek and then a small voice screamed, “Daddy!”
All the years in the CIA and training didn’t prepare Justin for this and he could not hide his surprise when he saw Brian lean down and pick up a little boy in his arms, the toddler immediately wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck.
“Hey there, Sonnyboy,” Brian said, smiling at his son.
His son.
Justin stood frozen in place, watching the father and son in front of him, completely astounded.
He finally snapped out of it when Lindsay closed the door and made her way inside the loft, spotting him.
She seemed just as surprised as he was. Then Justin realized that the emotion he saw on her face was not just a surprise. It was something else. Something that he’d seen too many times before on the faces of the people he had to put away. Secrets. And lies. Those two words always seemed to make their way back into his life, into his vocabulary. And this time it was no different.
~~~***~~~***~~~
After finally managing to utter two words and saying good-bye to Brian, Justin left. But instead of going home as he intended, he found himself two hours later still sitting in his car across the street from Brian’s building.
Finally, another fifteen minutes later, he watched as the front door of the building opened and Brian waltzed out into the street and toward his bike.
He then carefully, as to not get noticed, followed the long, slim figure in a black leather jacket and a black helmet on a Harley Davidson bike toward the Point State Park.
Parking a half a block away so that Brian wouldn’t see him, Justin followed the man deep inside the park, stopping behind one of the trees as Brian walked up to a man in a long black coat. They exchanged words, then the man handed a small package to Brian, and Brian turned back towards his bike.
Justin watched the brunet drive away before coming out from his hide-out, unsure of what to think, of what to believe.
Leaning back against the thick trunk of the tree, Justin sighed loudly, trying to decide on what to do next.
~~~***~~~***~~~
“Are you sure it was his son?” Daphne asked in disbelief when Justin finished recounting the events of the morning, leaving out, of course, the parts where he was actually spying on the man he was fucking.
Since he had the day off and he did not feel like spending it alone, he headed over to his best friend’s place.
“Gus screaming ‘daddy, daddy’ was a pretty good indicator,” he replied.
The woman was lost in thought for a moment. “Didn’t you have a teddy bear named Gus when we were kids?”
Justin rolled his eyes, not at all thrilled to be rehashing the wonderful days of his childhood that he would rather forget. Not because they were bad or unhappy. On the contrary – his childhood was filled with laughter and happiness and security. And lies. “Can we focus on the problem, please?” he asked instead.
“Ok,” Daphne gave in. “What is the problem?”
“The problem is that Brian and Lindsay have a son and I didn’t know about it,” Justin stated.
“Should you have known about it?” Daphne inquired. “I mean, it’s not like you and Brian been dating for that long.”
“We’re not ‘dating’ at all,” Justin countered.
“Exactly. So it makes sense that he didn’t tell you.”
The blond shook his head. “Yeah, but Lindsay should have. Which means that she’s not being totally honest with me.”
“About what?” Daphne asked, her curiosity obviously peaked.
Realizing that he nearly spilled the beans to his best friend, Justin turned away. “Nothing.”
“Justin,” Daphne insisted, moving closer to stand right in front of him. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Justin repeated. “I just thought Lindsay was my friend and finding out this way that…” His voice trailed off when he realized that he wasn’t fooling her for a moment.
“Look, you’re a great agent and all, and you could probably convince an entire country into thinking you’re Prince William,” Daphne said, sternly. “But you’re still my best friend and I know when you’re lying to me.”
Justin’s gaze dropped to the floor, lingering there for a brief moment before meeting two brown eyes fixed on his. “It’s classified.”
“Classified?” She studied his face. “You mean, it’s a mission.”
“Undercover,” he confirmed.
“That has to do with Brian.” It was more of a statement rather than a question.
Justin turned away, hating the fact that he was forced to lie to his best friend – the only person in the world who knew him. Who REALLY knew who he was and what he did.
“Justin, what’s going on?” she asked again, this time more forcefully and with a note of desperation and worry in her voice.
He turned back to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I can’t tell you.” Walking over to the table, he picked up his jacket from the back of the chair. “And it’s better if you don’t know.”
He would not under any circumstances put his friend in danger. He already blamed himself often enough for ever bringing Daphne into this world – into HIS world. She could have led a normal life, with a husband, a couple of kids, a dog named Max, and a white picket fence. Instead, Daphne was a data analyst in the CIA. And even though Daphne insisted she loved her job and she was very good at it, Justin couldn’t help but wish that he had never told Daphne about joining the Agency.
But now he would not make the same mistake. He would keep Daphne out of this assignment and away from danger.
“I have to go,” he said quietly.
Daphne, who still stood in the same spot where he had left her, only nodded her head slightly to let him know she’d heard.
Sighing, Justin crossed the room and hugged her.
“Don’t worry,” he said after kissing her on the cheek. “I know what I’m doing.”
~~~***~~~***~~~
His day off, as usual, turned into half a day off. Around six pm that evening he got called in for a mission. He sat through the briefing, focusing on the task at hand and trying to ignore the looks that Lindsay had been giving him through the entire forty-five minutes meeting.
While he had a lot of questions that needed to be answered, Justin felt too fucking angry and way too betrayed at that point in time. A mission was just what he needed to get his mind back into the game. And that was exactly what this was – a game. Where the stakes were slightly higher than a little cash. In their world, people bargained with their lives.
When the briefing was over, Justin was the first to rise from his chair and leave the room, heading toward the staircase.
“Justin,” he heard behind him. Stopping in his tracks, Justin cursed silently before he turned his eyes to the woman, his game face securely in place.
“Was there something else that wasn’t covered in the briefing?” he asked, his voice completely void of any emotion.
“I’d like to have a word with you,” Lindsay replied.
“I have to prep for the mission.”
“It will only take a second,” she insisted.
Sighing, Justin nodded slightly and followed her into her office.
Once there, Lindsay closed the door behind them and walked around the desk to sit in her chair.
Realizing that this was going to take more than just a second and things were a lot more serious than he hoped, Justin became resigned to the fact that he was going to have this conversation sooner rather than later and took a seat across the desk from her.
Lindsay took a deep breath in and managed a small smile. “I guess you have some questions.” When Justin didn’t say anything, she continued. “Regarding this morning…”
Justin’s face remained expressionless, refusing to reveal his own emotions to her while letting her provide the information that he needed. He hated how clinical it all sounded, how totally professional and completely void of any emotions or feelings. This was his friend, his mentor and he was treating a conversation with her just like another assignment.
He relaxed into the chair and met her gaze for the first time since earlier that morning. “You should have told me.”
The woman looked away. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that Mel and I, well, we try to keep Gus out of…out of all this.” Lindsay made a circling motion with her hands.
Justin nodded, understanding her wish to keep her son safe. He knew all too well that keeping your loved ones safe was not an easy task while being a part of something as big as this. But this wasn’t about safety anymore.
He sat up and leaned forward on the desk. “When you asked me to take this assignment, you told me you’d provide me with anything I needed to successfully complete it. Anything.” He stressed the last word.
“I know…”
“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but keeping the fact that you and Brian have a son together is a pretty big piece of the puzzle that I’ve been missing.”
Lindsay let out another loud sigh. “I know.”
Justin bit his lower lip, watching the woman for a few seconds. He slightly nodded his head, getting back to the business. “So, is there anything else that I should know?”
“No,” she said, meeting his eyes. “I promise you.”
He nodded once more. “Ok.”
He rose from his chair and turned to leave when something occurred to him.
“One thing I don’t get- if you and Brian have a son together, why did you need me?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.
“You’re obviously close, since you’ve asked him to father your child. You have access to him and his place at any time. You could find out everything you needed,” he stated.
Lindsay shifted her gaze down to her hands. “Not as close as you.” She looked up. “You can get access to his computer, his cell phone, his personal records, overhear a phone conversation. Small things that I would never be privy to.”
“I don’t understand,” he said, finally saying out loud what had been bothering him since the first time he heard about Stockwell. “If you know that Stockwell’s behind all those explosions, if you have all those facts, why don’t you just arrest him? And Brian?”
“Because it’s a completely different story to prove to the Senate and the Security Council that he is, in fact, guilty. He’s a U.S. Senator. It’s not an easy thing to come out and say that he’s also a well known terrorist. You have to have proof. Solid proof. And right now all we have is circumstantial evidence. That’s why we need you to find out whatever you can from Brian. Something, anything that would allow us to bring both of them to justice.”
Justin nodded, swallowing a lump that suddenly formed inside his throat. Managing a smile, he once again turned to leave.
“Good luck,” Lindsay called after him.
Waving his hand, Justin walked out of her office.
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