Call Me

Justin groaned as the phone rang yet again. He pulled the pillow over his head, but the soft, thick object failed to drown out the telephone’s strident demands. Realizing that the fastest way he'd get back to sleep was by picking up the damn thing, he pushed the pillow away and reached for the offending object.

"What?"

"Is that how your mother taught you to greet people, Sunshine?"

His bad mood was immediately elevated. "Sorry."

"What's wrong? Nobody there to wake you in the manner to which you've become accustomed?" Brian teased.

"Don't rub it in," Justin pouted.

"No possibility of that happening," Brian replied.

"Any idea on when you might be coming home?" Justin asked. It was the question he asked every time he spoke with Brian.

The ad exec had been gone for two days now on a business trip to Chicago and there was no telling how much longer he might be staying in the Windy city.

Brian sighed. "That's why I'm calling."

Justin closed his eyes. Great. He knew what that meant before Brian said it. "How long?"

"Probably Sunday sometime," was Brian's answer.

Justin sighed. Brian had already left him for one day too many, five more would make it pure torture.

"Please tell me you're joking," Justin pleaded, his voice taking on a whiny edge.

“Wish I was. This fucking city got the right name. Try walking down Jackson in the morning. It feels like you’re Dorothy and soon you won’t be in Kansas anymore.”

Justin laughed. "Watch out for the wicked witch."

“You mean, your mother’s in town?” Brian teased.

"Not funny." Justin yawned. "Did you have breakfast? What about dinner last night? I ate at Deb's. The whole gang was there. You really missed something."

He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

"Did you know that Ted and Em trained Deb in the art of giving the perfect blow job?"

“Are you trying to forever turn me away from blowjobs?”

Justin ignored him and went on, "So Deb's been practicing on Carl and apparently... well..." Justin chuckled. "Michael wasn't amused, especially when Vic told us that some nights he has to go out for a walk because of all the noise coming from her bedroom."

“You do realize that my previous question was meant to stop you from going further with the story, right?”

Brian chuckled nonetheless, imagining his best friend’s reaction when he heard the recounts of poor Vic having to leave the house. “Did Mikey run around the table with his hands on his ears screaming ‘lalalalala’?”

"Close enough," Justin said. "He started carrying on, but no one was really listening. And then... man, this is so funny."

He paused to chuckle. "Then Gus goes over to sit on Michael and..." he laughed.

“And?”

"Brian, you really should've been there."

Brian just waited patiently for Justin to get back to the subject at hand.

"Your son peed all over Michael."

Brian burst out laughing.

"I was pretty amused too, especially when Michael started shouting obsceneties. He had been wearing his brand new Q-mart pants. You know, the really expensive ones." Justin chuckled at his attempted humour. "Then Mel got all pissy and went off on him, telling him that when their kids are around, he will have to keep his fat mouth shut."

Justin grinned. "The entire table was in hysterics... with the exception of Deb, who was still moaning about us finding out about her and Carl's fuckfest."

“Looks like I missed quite an affair,” Brian commented, still laughing.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, if you really think about it." Justin paused to sigh. "It wasn't the same without you though."

“Yeah, Debbie was probably really depressed that she didn’t have someone to rag on.”

"She made do with Michael and Ben."

“Hope they made me proud,” Brian snickered.

Justin snorted. He heard movement on the other end of the phone. "Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah. What are your plans for the day?"

"I'm babysitting Gus 'cos his nanny is sick or something and then Michael wants to work on the comic book tonight."

“You’ve been babysitting him a lot lately,” Brian noted.

"I don't mind and he doesn't give me much trouble. You don't mind, do you?"

“Why would I mind? Just remember, little boy, school comes first.”

"Yes, Daddy." Justin laughed. "I'm gonna let you go now. Will you call me later?"

“As long as I survive the fucking presentation,” Brian responded.

"You know you'll blow their minds away."

Brian snickered. "They're not all gay, Sunshine."

"At last, something I can be grateful for while you're on this Godforsaken trip."

"Well, then next time you're coming with me. The clubs here - Babylon looks like a fucking chicken hut compared to them."

"I thought you said you'd be too busy to go clubbing?"

"I needed to unwind."

Justin made a sound from the back of his throat. "So call me later... if you still need to unwind. I'll try to help... even though I'm all the way over here."

Brian laughed.

"Later."

"Later."

***

"Wait... let me... hello?"

"Who are you talking to and why are they in my loft?"

"Brian!"

"Justin!" was the mocking response.

Justin laughed. "I didn't expect to hear from you. It's not even eight yet! Oh, wait, let me guess, you're calling me BEFORE you go out, huh?"

"Actually... no."

"No?"

"Your hearing is perfect."

Justin snorted. "I'm not as old as you, duh, my hearing is intact."

"You're lucky I'm not there to deal with you for that one, Sonny Boy."

Justin grinned as he opened the fridge to get himself an apple. "I can get away with as many old jokes as I want."

Before biting into his apple, he asked, "So, what gives? Are you calling it an early night or... and how was your presentation? Did you have to blow anyone? Tell it all to your daddy."

"Jesus, you're worse than Debbie," Brian chuckled.

Then he cleared his throat, getting ready to answer the questions. "The presentation went great. And no, I didn't have to blow anybody. No, I'm not calling it an early night. And who the fuck is it there in the loft?"

"Damn, I was hoping you'd forget all about that. I thought old men were supposed to have horrible memories?" Justin laughed when he heard Brian's snort. "Daphne stopped by with her latest crush, Chad. She wasn't sure which way he swung, so she brought him by for an inspection."

Brian laughed softly. "Don't fag hags have gaydar as well?"

"Not this one," Justin reminded Brian. "Anyway, he's as straight as they come. I tried shaking my ass in front of him... but I don't think he was impressed."

“Maybe he’s just into flabby asses?”

"I'm not complaining. Although, he was cute. I'll give that to Daph."

“You realize that with all this talk about straight couples, my dick is getting irreversibly soft, right?”

"It'd better stay that way too." Justin chewed on another piece of apple. "So when do you come home again?"

“Friday night.”

Justin sighed. "Great. Just fucking great! Michael says hi, by the way. He says you haven't called him in days."

“Tell him it’s like prison here. I only get one call a day.”

"He already thinks I occupy all your time," Justin said. "But call him. He misses you, I think. Ben isn't exactly the most fun person on the planet and with everyone else pretty busy lately..."

“Fine, mom. Jesus, you are spending way too much time with the Italians. That whole guilt trip shit – it’s contagious.”

"Hey, stop that." Justin sighed. "Besides, what else is there to do but hang with them? I'm bored out of my mind and my boyfriend is in fucking Chicago and refuses to come home."

“Fuck. That’s it. You are not to be around Debbie without my presence again. Now you’re blaming everything on me?”

"Well, it's certainly not MY fault," Justin snapped. "And don't feed me any bullshit about you had to go because you fucking didn't. You're fucking partner there, you could've sent any of your 'yes' boys."

Brian sighed exasperatedly. They’d had this conversation a million times. “You know why I had to go.”

Justin gritted his teeth. "Whatever, Brian. Anyway, I'm gonna go hang with Daph and Chad some more. Talk to you whenever."

Brian grimaced as the line went dead.

~~~

"Yeah," Justin answered the phone, knowing perfectly well who it was on the other end of it.

"Is this Justin Taylor? Or should I call back when the drama queen has left the room?" came Brian's voice in the receiver.

"Brian." Justin sounded tired. "I was just about to head into the shower. Had a fucking long day."

“So, does that mean Chad put out?”

Justin smiled.

“No. But Daphne nearly did. He’s cute, but so fucking annoying.”

“Well, it was good you had company while that asshole you fuck with is out of town.”

Justin smiled at Brian's sweet attempt to make up for last night's bad ending to their conversation.

"I always want company, it’s just some company is better than others." Justin said, the grin never leaving his face as he unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs. He loved the way Brian found ways to apologise, even if he never said the words, but he felt bad too about his share in their little flare up.

"Brian, I'm sorry about yesterday. It's just frustrating not having you around. I know you get tired of seeing my face everyday and you probably needed a break, but I... well, I really miss you."

He took a deep breath and went on hurriedly, so Brian couldn't shatter his heartfelt moment with a sarcastic comment. "Did you call Michael? He was whining again today about your negligence. And Deb wants you to pick up a bottle of perfume for her from Marshall Fields. Oh, and Gus asked for you today. I know, 'cos I was there."

"Uhm, Justin?" Brian was finally able to sneak a word in.

Justin paused. "What?"

"I sent you a package," Brian said. "You should have gotten it by now."

Justin was surprised by the change of subject, but it quickly got his attention.

"Really? What did you send?" Justin asked, excitedly.

"You'll see when you get it," Brian replied. "Did you check the mail today?"

"I didn't have time." Justin started walking towards the door. "But now I'm curious. You really didn't have to, Brian."

Justin opened the door and came face to face with his boyfriend.

"I know," Brian said, a smug smirk on his handsome face. He turned off his phone and smiled wider. "But I wanted to."

Justin more or less flung himself against Brian, his arms wrapping themselves around the latter's neck. Automatically, their lips made contact for a deep, open mouthed, intense kiss that lasted several minutes.

Brian pulled away, his breathing choppy.

Justin was the first to compose himself enough for speech. "I'm so happy, Brian."

“I think I’m going to need proof of that, Mr. Taylor,” Brian responded, his hands already cupping his lover's firm, underwear-covered butt cheeks.

Justin laughed. "Wait. Wait."

He covered Brian's hands with his own. "What are you doing here? I thought you had meetings all week?"

“Call me a miracle worker,” Brian responded, sliding Justin’s shirt up his body.

Justin moaned when he felt a wet tongue circling his nipple. "You must've pissed off some people big time!"

“Actually, they were very touched when they realized my campaign would bring in an additional 2.7 million,” Brian responded as he found his own jacket and shirt being removed from his shoulders.

Justin pulled back to stare into Brian's eyes. "DOLLARS?" he asked in amazement.

"No, roubles," Brian sarcastically told him.

“So, does that mean I get you all to myself for the next month?” Justin asked, ignoring Brian's humour.

Brian chuckled. “How about the rest of the week? Then it’s back to the world of the 9-5.”

Justin grinned. "I'll take what I can get."

He pulled Brian towards him for a kiss.

“Ok,” Brian breathed. “Enough talking.”

He pulled Justin’s shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

"No more talking," Justin agreed as his mouth found his lover's once more.

Somehow they made it inside. Their hunger for each other was too much though and sadly, the bed become an unreachable distance away. The boys found themselves on Brian's expensive white Italian furniture, but for once, the ad exec didn't care. All he wanted was to be inside his blond partner, to feel their tongues clashing against each other's.

They both came quickly, but their need wasn't appeased.

"Brian," Justin said softly as his lover trailed kisses from the blond set of hair to his pale stomach.

Brian looked up, his gaze sweet and tender.

Justin grinned, happy that Brian was back home, in his arms, where he belonged. "Welcome home."
 

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