Assignment - Part 9:
A Day in a Life...
It was after seven in the evening when the elevator stopped on the fifth floor of the CIA building. Most people were already home, having dinner with their families. Of course, CIA agents weren’t most people, nor did they keep normal working hours.
The elevator doors slid open and Brian, dressed in jeans, sweater, and his leather jacket, stepped out, holding a brown bag in his right hand. He had the day off, but yet he found himself walking down the hall toward the processing area.
The place was pretty empty which meant that there were not any pending missions or emergencies going on – and everybody could take the time to breathe a little easier and spend some quality time with their families and friends.
Unfortunately for Brian, the person he would have liked to spend the evening with was one of the very few CIA employees who had work to do that night.
Brian dropped the brown bag on the desk and slumped in the chair next to Justin.
The blond looked up and smiled. “Shouldn’t you be out, enjoying your day off? Come on, at least let me live vicariously through you while I’m stuck here.”
Brian smirked. “I was working on it, but some very persistent waitress insisted I feed you first.”
Justin’s grin widened, obviously touched by the gesture as he picked up the bag and glanced inside. “You brought me food?” he asked in disbelief.
“Don’t get too excited,” Brian warned him quickly, realizing what it looked like. “Debbie demanded to know where you were and when I mentioned that you were working late, she stuffed that bag in my hands.”
Justin snickered as he put a fry to in his mouth. “You could have just tossed it in the trash, you know.”
“No,” Brian shook his head. “You don’t know Deb. She’d know. I don’t know how, but she’d know. And I really would like my dick be attached to the rest of my body for the next couple of decades.”
“What for? In a few years you won’t even be able to get it up.”
Justin ducked in time as a pencil flew over his head.
“I’ll always be able to get it up,” Brian argued. “Even when I’m a hundred and you’re…”
“Much younger?”
Brian searched the desk for anything heavier to toss at the blond. Justin only laughed harder.
“Are you gonna be done any time soon?” Brian asked, getting back to what really mattered, which was Justin’s mouth on his dick – preferably after consuming multiple drinks of legal substances and a hit or two of illegal ones as well.
“What’s wrong? Can’t find anybody else to play with tonight?” Justin teased.
“Well, I have this itch that needs scratching,” Brian said, grabbing Justin’s hand and putting it on his dick as a confirmation.
The blond smiled and pulled his hand away. “I doubt you’ll have problems finding somebody to help you out with that problem, agent Kinney.”
Brian sighed dramatically, staring at the computer screen. “What are you working on anyway?”
“Kissilyev case,” came the other man’s response. “After the explosion in St. Petersburg, it’s as if he’s dropped off the face of the Earth. I’m trying to find him.”
“Isn’t it what we have the analysts for? To find people we’re looking for?”
Justin’s expression turned serious. “Nobody knows him better than I do,” he replied, turning his attention to the monitor. “I studied him for over two years.”
“And you killed his brother,” Brian added, understanding Justin’s drive to find the terrorist. Not only had he been on the case for two years now, but Justin felt personally responsible for the mission in St. Petersburg going sour. While they were able to get the information on the computer that Justin had transferred to Brian’s laptop, the pictures of the device had been lost.
Blue eyes met hazel, holding Brian’s gaze for a moment. “I hoped it would stop him. But I was wrong. Kissilyev’s organization is stronger than ever.”
Brian knew what that meant. “So, you’re ditching me for some Russian terrorist,” he sighed, adding a small pout of the lower lip for dramatic effect.
Justin smiled at him once again. “Tell you what – you go play with your friends for a few hours and as soon as I get off here I’ll come and help you get off.”
Brian licked his lower lip in anticipation and he smiled at the younger man, letting him know that his terms were acceptable. The brunet was about to leave when another man Justin’s age came up to the desk.
“Jus, I got the satellite footage you wanted.”
“Great,” Justin exclaimed. He settled down a bit when he noticed the curious expression on Brian’s face. “Oh, uhm, Brian, do you know Jack?”
“No, I don’t believe I do,” Brian replied, looking the stranger over suspiciously – a habit that was hard to break after years in CIA.
“Jack Rowling, Brian Kinney,” Justin made the introduction as Brian stood up and shook the other man’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Jack said, smiling at him.
Brian couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about the man that he didn’t like. Whether it was the way the man looked at Justin or the fact that his smile did not reach his eyes, he didn’t know. But he made a mental note to check around about Jack Rowling.
“Yeah, you to,” Brian said. Pulling his hand away, he turned his attention to Justin. “I’ll get set up for the meeting.”
He barely contained a grin as he watched Justin bite his lower lip in order not to smile. “Sounds good.”
Casting one last glance at the two men, Brian headed toward the elevators.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Just as promised, around two in the morning Brian heard the buzzer go off.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Justin asked as soon as Brian opened the door.
Brian’s response was to reach out and grab the front of Justin’s coat and pull him inside. Sliding the door shut, Brian pinned the blond against the steel and hungrily covered the man’s mouth with his own.
“I’ll take it as a no,” Justin laughed when they finally came up for air.
“Take it anyway you want,” Brian murmured as he worked on getting Justin out of his clothes, “As long as it’s up the ass.”
“Just the way I like it,” Justin replied before having his mouth smashed against Brian’s once again.
Having had enough talk for the evening, Brian directed them toward the bedroom, shedding the remaining pieces of clothing along the way.
He pushed Justin down on the bed and reached for the condom on the nightstand.
“What? No foreplay?” Justin asked teasingly.
“Almost seven hours of waiting is enough, don’t you think?” Brian ground out as he slipped the condom on his already awaiting penis.
“Oh, you poor baby,” the blond laughed. “Didn’t find anybody willing to help you out?”
“Oh, there were plenty willing,” Brian was quick to correct. But nobody he wanted, he wanted to say. Thankfully, his head was quicker than his dick this time and he stopped himself just in time. “But my cock already had his heart set on a blond for the night,” he said instead, rolling the laughing man over on his stomach.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Brian woke up around eight the next morning. It was a Saturday and he hoped to have the rest of the weekend off. He rolled his head to the side and smiled as he watched his lover sleep peacefully.
He immediately felt his dick twitch in anticipation of being inside Justin once again, but Brian made a painful decision to let the younger man sleep in this morning. He knew that Justin had been up for over thirty-six hours straight, working on the Kissilyev’s case.
So, despite his cock’s objections, Brian got out of bed. Pulling on his sweats and a wifebeater, he walked to the living room and turned on his computer, deciding to do some work.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Justin opened his eyes, squinting immediately from the bright light that flooded the bedroom. He rolled on his back and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. Turning his head to the side, he glanced at the alarm clock.
He quickly sat up when his brain finally registered how late it was. He scurried from the bed and into the living room, fully intent on bitching out Brian for not waking him up sooner. Justin’s advance into the living room, however, was halted when he realized that he and Brian were not the only ones in the loft.
Two pairs of eyes settled on him.
“Fuck,” Justin exclaimed, his hands quickly moving to cover his dick.
Brian only shook his head and smirked.
“Well, you did say something at work came up,” Michael said, glaring at Brian before stomping off and slamming the door angrily.
“Did I miss something?” Justin asked mockingly when Brian turned to him.
“No,” the brunet responded, crossing the room and walking up the steps to stand next to Justin. “And Mikey didn’t miss anything either,” he said, glancing at Justin’s now freely hanging cock. “You could put some clothes on when you walk out of the bedroom, you know,” Brian smirked, jokingly slapping Justin’s ass.
“And you could have woken me up in a Godly hour,” Justin responded as he turned on his heels as Brian flopped down on the bed.
Brian propped himself up on his elbow and looked up at the blond. “I figured you needed your beauty sleep,” he said. “You were getting those lines around your eyes and…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish before Justin slumped on top of him, pressing him into the duvet with his weight. “I do not have lines around my eyes, asshole,” Justin said, smiling widely.
“Oh, really?” Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist and rolled them over so that now he was positioned on top of his lover. “What’s this then?” he reached out his with right hand and traced his finger under Justin’s left eye.
The blond did not find this amusing in the least and slapped the man’s hand away. “At least I’m not thirty-one,” he made a face at Brian, snickering when the brunet’s face fell and he rolled off Justin, flopping down on his back.
“Low blow, Sunshine,” Brian said.
Justin only snickered as he rolled on his side and shifted into a sitting position so that he could see Brian’s face. “So, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”
“What?”
“That,” Justin repeated, motioning toward the living room with his head. “Michael. Being pissed at you.”
Brian shrugged. “Just Mikey being Mikey.”
“Interesting.” Justin fell backwards on his back, lying next to Brian.
“What?” Brian turned his head toward Justin.
“Nothing. Just you two. Being friends for so long.”
“Why is that interesting?”
“Because you two have absolutely nothing in common,” Justin replied.
Brian seemed to think about it for a moment. “He’s my best friend. He knows me.”
“Does he know what you do for a living?”
Brian looked away, the answer obvious to both of them.
“Then he doesn’t know shit about you,” Justin pointed out.
“Is that why you told Daphne?” Brian turned his gaze back to Justin.
The blond sighed, once again regretting what he had done. “Daphne’s the only person in my life that I can always rely on being there. No matter what stage in my life I’m at, Junior High, or College, or the fucking CIA, she’s always been the one constant in my life.” He took a deep breath in. “When I joined the CIA I just...I couldn’t not tell her.” He gazed back at Brian.
The brunet only nodded in response.
“Sometimes I wish I hadn’t,” Justin admitted.
“Why?”
The blond shrugged his shoulders. “I just wonder what else she could have done with her life if she hadn’t joined the CIA.”
“Don’t you wonder what YOU could have done with your life?”
Justin glanced down at his hands and shook his head. “No.” He smiled when he was met by a curious expression on Brian’s face. “I like what I do, Brian. Yeah, some aspects of it suck at times.”
Brian snorted at that, both of them knowing that it was a big understatement.
“But I chose to do this for a reason,” Justin finished saying. “And I’m good at it, too.”
Brian smiled. “And you can find fucks easier,” he added.
Justin gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about?”
“Your little friend from last night. Jay…Jes…”
“Jack?” Justin asked, realizing that Brian was messing up his friend’s name on purpose. He fought to suppress his smile. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought Brian was jealous. “He’s a friend. We were at the Farm together,” he explained.
“And have you fucked him then?”
“No,” Justin quickly answered, taken aback by Brian’s accusations. “Of course not.”
“Ahh, I see,” Brian nodded. “Playing hard to get.”
Justin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said sarcastically.
“He wants you,” Brian insisted. “Trust me on that.”
Justin did not feel like arguing about that this morning. Pushing himself up, he moved over to once again lie on top of Brian. “How about you?”
Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s torso and rolled them over so that he now was blanketing Justin’s body. “Trust me,” he said softly before covering Justin’s lips with his.
Just then both of their beepers went off.
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