Authors Notes:
So here is my latest fic! Basically it's an AU where Brian is an FBI Agent! (What can I say, it's my way of coping with the crapness that was 'Vanished'. =P) A special dedication to Kelsey, without her I wouldn't have the confidence to write this story. Oh, and by the way, she says she will shoot you if you don't read... just an FYI hee hee .
Enjoy!!!!!!!
June 2nd
Pittsburgh – FBI Field Office
7:25pm
Five minutes to go.
Brian exhaled deeply as he glanced up at the clock.
Five more minutes and he would be free.
Brian shook his head in disbelief at the mountain of paperwork that still remained on his desk. He had been working since eight A.M, and had barely made a difference to the huge pile of case-files.
Throwing his pen down in frustration, Brian wondered where TV shows had got the idea that being an FBI agent was all about action, excitement and shooting people. The most exciting occurrences of Brian’s day were the coffee machine breaking and a trip to the stationary closet for more paper. Lost in his silent contemplation, Brian barely heard the knock at his door.
“Brian?”
“Theodore,” Brian mused, narrowing his gaze at the dull Decryption Specialist before him, “You’re still here? Surely seven thirty is way past your bedtime.”
“Your witty repartee never ceases to amuse me.” Ted retorted, accustomed to Brian’s taunting remarks.
“What do you want?” Brian snapped, irritable from the lack of coffee and the large amount of work that still needed to be done.
“Jennifer wants to see you before you leave.” Ted answered, “She’s in her office.” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll be right there.” Brian sighed heavily. It figured. Of course his boss would want to see him.
A perfect end to a perfectly shitty day. Safe in the knowledge that his message had been delivered, Ted quickly exited the office to avoid incurring any more of Brian’s wrath.
19:32.
Brian didn’t waste any time in logging off his computer and gathering up his belongings ready to leave. A few seconds later and he was making his way through the maze of desks and wall-partitions to Jennifer Taylor’s office.
“So you’re not coming home tonight?” Jennifer’s voice travelled through her open door and down the corridor. “Well make sure you get the first flight tomorrow.” Brian leant casually in Jennifer’s doorway. Not wanting to intrude on her phone call, he waited to be invited in.
Feeling the presence of someone watching her, Jennifer swiftly glanced up to see Brian lingering patiently at the door. She motioned with her free hand for Brian to come in and sit down.
“Okay Justin… I love you too… Bye.” Jennifer looked thoughtfully at the cell phone before snapping it shut and placing it on her desk.
“Everything okay?” Brian asked as he adjusted his gun holster and badge so that he could sit down comfortably in the chair.
“Hmm.” Jennifer sighed, obviously distracted. “Justin was supposed to be coming home from New York today, but he’s behind schedule. He has to get a project finished so he won’t be flying in until tomorrow.”
“Oh that’s too bad.” Brian feigned an interest in what Jennifer was telling him. Usually, Brian wouldn’t have minded chatting to Jennifer about her twenty-one year old son. Brian knew the Taylor family well, having worked closely with Jennifer at the Pittsburgh FBI field office for seven years.
She had been a mentor to Brian, helping him rise through the ranks to finally become Assistant Special Agent in Charge. Brian was sure that he wouldn’t have acquired the position without the advantage of Jennifer’s support. Although he knew that he owed Jennifer this conversation, at this moment, Brian still would have preferred to be in his jeep driving home. Jennifer obviously didn’t pick up on Brian desire to leave as she continued talking,
“We were supposed to be going to that Chinese restaurant that just opened Downtown. I guess I’ll have to cancel our reservations now.” Brian began to tap his fingers absent-mindedly on the arm of his chair, eager for this discussion to be over.
“I’m sorry,” Jennifer abruptly exclaimed, “Here I am babbling on about Justin when you need to get home.”
“I really don’t mind,” Brian smiled pleasantly through gritted teeth.
“Thanks Brian,” Jennifer returned the smile, “But there was a reason that I called you in here.” Brian leant forward in his chair to show Jennifer that she had his full attention. “We’re getting a new Regional Director.”
“Well that took them long enough,” Brian declared, “It’s been nearly eight months.”
“I guess it was hard to find a replacement after what happened,” Jennifer shrugged. “Nevertheless, he expects to meet with us on the fifth.”
“That soon huh?” Brian raised his eyebrow slightly and inwardly groaned. Now he had only two days to finish the gigantic pile paperwork that waited ominously for him on his desk.
“That soon.” Jennifer confirmed, “I’ll brief you on it tomorrow. But for now, I’m sure that you’re dying to get home, so I won’t keep you any longer.”
“Thanks.” Brian stood up, not needing to be told twice that he could depart, “See you tomorrow Jen.” Jennifer waved her hand half saying good-bye, half dismissing him.
Brian exited the office and hurriedly made his way to the parking garage. Once inside his beloved jeep, Brian set about removing all evidence of his profession. His badge, gun, holster and tie were unceremoniously shoved in the lockable glove compartment.
As an after thought, Brian unfastened the top two buttons of the tailored shirt that he wore and slid on a pair Gucci sunglasses. Finally feeling liberated, Brian put his foot down hard on the accelerator and sped through the parking garage to the exit. Out on main road, Brian put his FBI training to good use, driving precariously fast through the traffic.
New York – Justin’s Apartment
7:35pm
Justin delicately added a small dab of cerulean paint to the large canvas opposite him. He pulled back to inspect the overall effect before leaning in once more to place another tiny stroke on his latest masterpiece.
“Shit! Fuck!” Justin cursing interrupted the silence of his empty apartment. He quickly grabbed one of his rags and lightly erased the imperfection. Normally, Justin would not have reacted this way to a simple mistake in his artwork, but today he was feeling particularly irritable.
He was exceptionally tired, having spent most of the day, and most of last night, working on his latest assignment. It also didn’t help, that he had just experienced an awkward phone call with his mother.
Telling his mom that he wouldn’t be seeing her today as planned was not generally on his list of favourite things to do. Firstly, there was the guilt. Although his mom had told him that she didn’t mind, Justin could always tell when she was disappointed.
Also, there was the underlying fact that he didn’t even want to do this art project. To create art Justin needed to feel motivated, but this assignment did not enthuse him in the slightest. He was supposed to be painting a landscape of ‘a place that he was fond of’, but the blond was truly lost for ideas to make his piece exciting.
He much preferred to draw people rather than places or objects, finding it easy to capture the emotions and expressions on to paper. There was just something about drawing foliage, grass and flowers that didn’t inspire him one bit.
Justin yawned and glanced at the time display on his cell phone. In a few hours he would be at the airport getting ready to board his plane. He prayed that his assignment would be finished by then and he wouldn’t have to postpone his visit to Pittsburgh for a second time.
He couldn’t bear the thought of letting down his mother, yet again. So, he applied more paint to his brush, and set to work, hoping that he would remotely like what he had produced and more importantly, that he would finish on time.
Pittsburgh – Brian’s Loft
7:50pm
Brian stood impatiently in the elevator as it slowly ascended to the top floor of his apartment building. The elevator came to a stop and Brian quickly lifted the wooden gate and stepped out on to his floor. Brian breathed out a loud sigh of relief as he unlocked and pulled open the heavy, metal door.
Finally he was home.
Once inside his loft, Brian began his typical “home from work routine”.
The first stop was the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water. Brian gulped thirstily at the refreshing liquid, and walked over to his desk to check the answering machine. A red light flashed indicating that someone had indeed left a message. Brian hit the play button as he began to unbutton his shirt.
“Hi Brian, it’s Lindsay. I just wondered if you were coming over for dinner on Friday? I’ll understand if you want to hit the clubs instead, but Gus would really appreciate it. Give me a call back. Bye.”
Brian raised his eyebrow as a “beep” signalled the end of the message. It was just like Lindsay to use his son to blackmail him into attending one of her “family dinners”. Sitting down to a family meal as ‘mom and dad’ was a little too hetero for Brian’s liking, and he usually avoided these affairs at all costs.
Making a mental note to phone Lindsay back and make up an excuse why he couldn’t attend, Brian made his way in to the bedroom. He quickly pulled off his shirt, pants and socks tossing them on to the deep blue sheets of the bed.
Brian scratched his ass absent-mindedly through the material of his shorts as he sauntered in to the bathroom and set about turning the shower taps on. The steaming hot water poured downward and Brian deftly slid the briefs down his slender legs, and kicked them off in the general direction of the laundry basket.
He quickly stepped under the shower, allowing the harsh spray to beat vigorously on his face, washing away the day’s aggravation. He casually lathered himself with soap, the tiny bubbles cascading down the length of his toned body. Brian was well practiced in rejuvenating after a shit day at work, and a shower was always the first stage in the process.
After making sure that every inch of him was spotlessly clean, Brian turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, using it to pat his face dry, before wrapping it around his waist. He then took up position in front of the mirror and set about his daily beautifying regime. Anti-ageing lotions, cologne and expensive hair products were all part of the routine that Brian had perfected over the years.
Some time later, when he was at last satisfied that he looked handsome enough; Brian made his way back into the bedroom. His final task was to select an outfit that would be ideal for his night out. Nothing less than perfect would suffice. Brian rummaged through his closet, looking for the outfit that would make him irresistible. He eventually decided on a black silk shirt and tight-fitting pants that hugged his ass in all of the right places.
One final check in the mirror, and he was ready for a night on the town. After picking up his keys, wallet and cell, it was time to leave, so Brian locked the door and set the alarm. Not wanting to rely on the notoriously slow elevator, Brian chose to take the stairs, his long legs allowing him to stride down the steps two at a time. He stepped out in to the warm June air, already leaving the bad feeling about the day behind him.
Tonight he could forget all about being a fucking FBI agent with mountains of paperwork.
Tonight he was Brian fucking Kinney, stud of Liberty Avenue.
New York – Justin’s Apartment
9:10pm
Justin threw his paintbrush down triumphantly. At last he had finished. He was actually quite proud of the completed painting, considering that he had been so unenthusiastic about starting the assignment in the first place. Justin stood up uncomfortably, his muscles tense from sitting in the same position for several hours. He stretched and yawned before tidying away his art supplies.
Justin was almost done when his cell phone began to ring. He quickly picked it up, glancing at the caller I.D before he answered.
“Hi Mom.” He said cheerfully, not the least bit phased that it had been less than two hours since the last phone call with his mother.
“Hi sweetheart.” Jennifer replied, “I forgot to ask you what time your flight had changed to. Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?”
“It’s fine mom, I’ll get a taxi.” Justin reassured, “My flight leaves at two in the morning. I probably won’t be in Pittsburgh until three. You don’t need to come pick me up at that ungodly hour.”
“Are you sure, honey?” Jennifer asked, her motherly instincts getting the better of her.
“I’m sure mom.” Justin insisted.
“Okay then.” Jennifer gave in, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Bye honey.”
“Bye mom.” Justin unconsciously rolled his eyes to the phone after pressing the end-call button. He couldn’t believe that his mother was still so over-protective. He was twenty-one for fucks sake! Sighing, Justin pocketed his cell phone and resumed tidying up.
Pittsburgh – Babylon
10:15pm
Brian parted the suspended chains and entered his domain. The atmosphere and the music was exhilarating, but that was not the reason Brian loved this place so much. He loved it for the people. More specifically, the men. The hundreds of barely clothed men that gyrated almost obscenely together on the dance floor and that fucked animalisticly in the back room.
Brian’s gaze swept over them, enjoying in the view. He made his way over to the bar, hands touching and groping him as he went. Brian ordered a Jim Beam, managing to get served quickly as he was known by, or rather, he’d fucked most of the young and muscled bar staff.
He downed his drink in one swallow, enjoying the slight burn of the whiskey as it slid down his throat. One drink being enough, Brian set out across the dance floor, searching for a target. It wasn’t long before a blond-haired twink caught his eye.
Brian swiftly made his way through the crowd toward the would-be-trick. Brian whispered a few choice words in the twink’s ear and soon the two of them were on their way to the backroom.
Brian took up position against the wall, in a free space, amongst the mass of sweaty and groaning men that filled the backroom. A quick kiss on the neck and the twink was willing guided so that he was kneeling in front of Brian. The twink unfastened Brian’s pants, pulling them down slightly so that the brunet’s aroused cock was now on display.
The trick licked Brian’s cock to full hardness before capturing it in one swift motion. Brian moaned contentedly as the twink began to bob up and down energetically on his dick. Leaning back against the wall, Brian ran his hand through the twink’s short blond hair and urged himself deeper in to the young man’s throat.
Brian closed his eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over him, completely absorbed in the pleasure. Suddenly, Brian was aware that his dick was no longer being touched and the twink appeared to be talking to him.
“Hey, are you going to answer that?” the twink asked looking up at Brian, slightly wide-eyed. Brian was about to tell the trick to get back to business, when he realized that his cell was ringing.
“What?” Brian barked in to the phone as the trick resumed the blowjob.
“Brian?” a barely audible voice whispered.
“Jen? Are you okay?” Brian asked, sensing the apprehension in his boss’s voice.
“Please Brian.” Jennifer’s voice was panic-stricken, “You have to get over here.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Brian demanded, pushing the trick away roughly and buttoning his pants back up.
“There’s someone in my house. I got a glimpse of him, he’s armed Brian!” Jennifer whispered. “I’ve called the police, but I just don’t know what to do. I couldn’t just sit here and-”
“It’s okay, I’m on my way.” Brian reassured as he exited Babylon and practically ran to the jeep. “Stay put. Don’t you dare move.”
“I won’t.” Jennifer’s voice cracked with fear, “There’s no way I’d be able to get downstairs without him seeing me.”
“Just try and stay calm.” Brian held the cell phone between his shoulder and ear as he fumbled with the car keys. “And don’t even think of trying to take him on yourself. You haven’t been in the field for years.”
“I know,” Jennifer breathed heavily, “I haven’t got any weapons so-“
“Jen?” Brian yelled in to the phone as he drove off in the direction of the Taylor family home, “Jen?!” Brian checked his cell and realized that the call had disconnected.
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