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All Aboard the Love Train
By Mandagrammy
Chapter One: Honey, I'm Home...
And I've Got News
To say that Brian was feeling irritated was a definite understatement. As a matter of fact, Justin couldn't remember
the last time he'd seen Brian this out of sorts. The minute he stomped through the door of their New York City loft,
Justin's antenna had started tingling. After living with his complicated lover for the last three years, Justin had
learned to read every minute physical and verbal gesture that came from Brian with astounding accuracy. There was
no doubt that something had gotten under his skin tonight.
"Hey Bri. Dinner's almost ready. You want to grab a quick shower and relax a little?" Justin asked cautiously,
sensing that the wrong words just might earn him a rude retort.
Brian stomped over to the rich mahogany topped bar service center that they had bought on their first shopping trip
to furnish their new home and grabbed a glass and an unopened bottle of Beam. "A few quick slugs of this and I just
might be able to be civil for Sunshine's sake", Brian thought to himself. After all, it certainly wasn't Justin's fault that
he had backed himself into a corner and was going to have to take a ridiculous trip that he had no stomach for. If he
had just paid more attention to how busy Kinnetic had become since they opened their second branch office in NYC,
then he would have realized he couldn't do so much work without a much bigger staff. That's what he got for being
so hands on with his clients. They all expected personal service from the top man himself.
.
Mr. Jake Murphy of Murphy Motors was an especially difficult client. It was a compliment that a company all the
way from Chicago sought out his ad services specifically, but Brian wasn't looking forward to a trip to Chicago right
now. It was December and Christmas was right around the corner. He hadn't shopped for a single damned person.
Gus was going to be particularly hard to shop for. The boy was almost 9 now and just as finicky as his old man.
What the hell, Brian knew he could turn over most of the shopping duties to Justin. Once again he felt that familiar
warmth in his chest that he got whenever he thought of how grateful he was that Justin was a part of his life. But he
knew that Justin would expect him to help and be a part of all the festivities. And how the hell was he going to be
able to do that with so little time left and him being off in another State for God knows how long.
"Brian?"
Brian must have jumped a foot at the sound of Justin's voice right beside him. The little fucker. Brian had been
stewing so deeply in his thoughts he didn't even see the gorgeous blond walking up to him or see the worried look
that crossed over his face.
"Whoa! I didn't mean to startle you. You just looked so upset I thought I'd see if there was anything I could do to
make you feel better." With that he laid his hand, palm down, gently on Brian's jacket lapel. He gave the material a
little tug that pulled Brian closer and reached up with his other hand to the jacket's top button. "Here, let me help you
out of this", he whispered huskily to Brian. Brian stood stock still as Justin removed his jacket and then set to work
on removing his tastefully expensive tie. A minute later the buttons of his favorite dress shirt were undone and the
smooth fabric was sliding down his arms.
"Shall we take this into the shower?" Justin asked hopefully. He knew that a hot shower was one surefire cure for a
variety of ailments that sometimes plagued Brian.
Brian felt a bit of the tension starting to drain slowly out of him and had no doubt that his partner could help him rid
himself of a lot more of what was ailing him if he gave the man half a chance, but he knew it would be better to bite
the bullet and tell Justin what was really bothering him. He brought his hands up to his waist where Justin's slender
fingers were resting on his belt and reluctantly removed them so that he could step back from the heat that was
already building between them.
"I need a raincheck, lover-boy. I've got to talk to you about something you're not going to like." Brian told him.
Justin pulled back and with a nervous laugh said, "Give me a sec to put the roast on the warmer and I'm all yours,
Brian."
Justin moved to the kitchen and fiddled with the oven, all the time his mind churning with all kinds of horrendous
scenarios as to why Brian was upset. It couldn't be too good if Brian was turning down one of Justin's patented
relaxing showers in order to thrash it out. Justin's brain hurt trying to figure it out but he quickly decided to face the
music and just ask Brian to spill his guts. After all, he reasoned to himself, not knowing what the problem is was a
lot worse than just guessing, especially with his overactive imagination.
A few minutes later he headed back to the spacious living room of their comfortable loft. Briefly he thought about
how lucky they were to find a loft that was so similar to their Pittsburgh home. After all, most of his happiest
memories were made in that place. But right now his mind snapped back to what was at hand. Brian was stretched
out on their white leather sofa but it was obvious he wasn't relaxed. He sat bolt upright as he saw Justin approaching.
"All right, Brian. Lay it on me. I can take it! At least I think I can!"
Ridiculously Brian couldn't help letting a big grin spread across his face. Justin just looked so darned cute with that
overly serious look in his normally sparkling bright blue eyes. What the hell was he thinking behind the somber
look? Did he think that Brian was going to tell him their relationship was over or something equally horrendous?
Yeah, right! Like that would ever happen! Unbelievably, even to himself, he fell deeper and deeper in love with this
young man every single day they shared together. The thought of saying goodbye to him, even for a limited business
trip was painful enough. With that in mind, he skewed up his courage and started to explain his dilemma.
Chapter Two: Let's Sit Down and Discuss the Problem
Brian prefaced his tale of woe with a quick kiss to Justin's luscious lips, just to soften him up a bit for what he knew
was going to be unwelcome news. He then sat back and began. "Do you remember me telling you about my newest
client, old man Murphy from Chicago?"
"Isn't he the one who heard about you from one of your most satisfied customers...well if you don't count me, of
course." Justin remarked with tongue firmly planted in cheek. (Yep, living with Brian for so long was definitely
rubbing off on him!} I remember you telling me that he's a bit eccentric; very hands on and picky as hell, if I'm not
mistaken".
"That's the one, but he's a bigger pain in my ass than I expected." Brian grumbled. "He came over from Chicago to
bounce some ideas off me and now he wants to fine tune them before he gives his okay to anything. I have no
problem with that. Shit, I like a client who doesn't settle for any old crap thrown at him. But he waits till 2 weeks
before Christmas to want to work on the campaign."
Justin jumped in quickly, "That shouldn't be a problem for a brilliant ad man like you. We both know you could
whip out the perfect ad with both hands tied behind your back. Come to think of it, there are a lot of things you can
do well in that state." He grinned, trying to lighten the mood since Brian wouldn't stop scowling.
"Excuse me. Do you have time to let me finish?" Brian snapped. Justin's mouth slammed shut, grin fading rapidly.
This was definitely NOT the time to play around. "As I was saying," Brian continued, "the problem is that he wants
me to come back with him to Chicago so that I can get a better "feel" for what I'll be selling. Oh, and did I mention
that he has one phobia in life. He has a fear of flying!"
Justin, being the bright young man he was, instantly added two and two together. This was obviously not going to be
a quick plane trip up and back. On top of that, Justin had made a commitment to work on an art piece for one of his
favorite buyers who was planning it for a Christmas gift for her husband. That would effectively end his chances of
joining Brian. And who was going to help him get ready for the holidays? They had been so busy with their
respective workloads that they had put off shopping or even making plans for where to go and who to visit, if
anyone. And just how were the two men going to get to Chicago since flying was obviously out of the question?
And how long was this going to take? He hadn't spent Christmas away from Brian in a number of years now and he
really wasn't in the mood to start now. Just as he was beginning to work himself up into an unhappy lather, his
thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Brian clearing his throat.
"Earth to Justin. Would you like to know what he expects me to do?" Brian inquired.
"I think it would help to know." Justin replied, with just a tiny hint of sarcasm creeping into his tone.
"He wants to take the train...and before you ask, no I don't have a definite idea how long I'd be gone. Murphy's
already made reservations. He just presumed I'd want the account so bad that I'd go along with any request, the
fucker! The train leaves at 3:45 tomorrow afternoon and is scheduled to get in at 9:45 the next morning, but
everyone knows that Amtrak is notorious for running late. Hell, it could be midnight the next day before we arrived.
And before you say it, I suggested I fly in to meet his train but he wants to discuss possibilities with me while we
travel." Brian's scowl grew even darker. "And yes, I know we still had a ton of things to get done for the holidays,
and I'm a shit for expecting you to get them done with no help from me, and you're going to miss me and I'm going
to miss you even more. Did I cover everything that's churning in that beautiful head of yours?"
Justin wanted to make some smart aleck snappy comeback, but poor Brian looked so unhappy Justin just didn't have
the heart for it. He moved away from the cozy easy chair he had been sitting in and moved over to join Brian on the
sofa. He leaned into Brian and laid his head on his shoulder. Instinctively Brian's arm came up and encircled Justin.
Without a word, Justin turned his face up and, using his free arm, pulled Brian's face down to meet his. Gently he
touched his soft lips to Brian's mouth. The brunet's lips relaxed against his and, like a flower warmed by the sun,
they opened up welcoming Justin's tongue inside. For several pleasurable moments the two men played tongue tag,
each wrestling for full possession of the other.
Justin's hands began playing a familiar rhythm along Brian's chest. His lover’s skin was like silk to Justin, but with
steel beneath the surface. The combination of hard and soft was intoxicating to the young man and he reluctantly
broke the kiss so that he could slide down to maneuver himself between Brian's slender long legs.
He reached up and once again placed his hands on the belt at the slender waist as he had tried to do earlier. This time
there was no halting moves to stop his progress. His fingers deftly undid the belt and unzipped the fly. He didn't
have to wonder if he was having an effect on this man because it was quite obvious even before the zipper slid
down. Brian's pants bulged with the evidence of the heat his lover created in him. Justin reached in and pulled the
rock hard penis from its tight confines. For the millionth time he thought of how he had never seen anything more
beautiful or enticing than Brian's cock when he was most aroused.
With practiced skill, Justin's head lowered slowly and his tongue flicked out to take a small taste of what was to
come. Brian shuddered involuntarily and a small moan escaped his throat. Slowly, Justin encircled the head of
Brian's manhood with his tongue until it was good and wet and then suddenly moved forward and down, engulfing
every glorious inch of the man to the hilt. Brian's hips jerked forward and an animalistic growl burst forth. The
sound raced up and down Justin's body driving him to begin bobbing up and down the cock like an out of control
seesaw.
The earlier angry tension in Brian's body had fled and was now being replaced by a whole new tension...far more to
his liking. He threw his head back, placed both hands deep into the blond's silky hair, and gave in to the
overwhelming feeling that was growing stronger and deeper with each bob of Justin's head. Suddenly Brian could
feel his balls tightening up and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
Justin had more than enough experience with this man to be fully aware of what Brian was feeling. He stopped at
the tip of Brian's cock for a moment, took a deep breath, and then rapidly lunged back down to rest on the base. His
tongue played a haunting melody against the member as he felt the balls tighten against his chin. Just as quickly, the
room filled with the sound of Brian's moans and Justin felt the familiar spurts of salty-sweet liquid as it flowed over
his tongue and down his welcoming throat.
It took Brian several minutes to begin coming down from the unbelievable high that Justin always gave him. As his
vision began clearing and his senses started to return, he looked down at the self-satisfied smile of the glorious
creature in front of him. For the umpteenth time he thought of how lucky he was that Justin had refused to give up
on him when he had been too foolish to admit that he didn't really want to live without him in his life. "That was..."
"Hot", Justin interrupted.
"You could say that!" Brian laughed. "But you do know that we still have to talk about this fucking trip tomorrow,
right?"
"Bri, you go take a shower, slip into something comfortable and come to the table. We'll thrash it out over dinner.
We'll work it out. We always do. We're partners. Remember?"
Brian rose with slightly shaky legs, pulled Justin up, planted a deep meaningful kiss firmly on his lips, and turned
toward the bathroom. "Be back in two shakes." he called over his shoulder, shaking his booty for emphasis.
Justin turned to the kitchen but looked over at Brian's retreating back. God, how he loved this man. They'd work
something out. It didn't matter what difficulties came up between them. Everything, good or bad, was worth it as
long as Brian was in his life. He set about getting dinner on the table. Tonight's meal was going to be interesting...no
doubt about it.
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