“You taste so fuckin’ good,” Justin softly groans as his dick slides in and out of his husband’s ass. The delicious tightness was almost overwhelming as he can feel the warmth and taste the desire through-out his being. “Fuuuck…” he moans, trying to hold off from cumming. Brian tilts his head back, trying to capture his lover’s mouth in his, he so close to cumming, his entire body is vibrating from the sensations as Justin’s cock continuously teases his prostate before slamming hard against it time and time again until finally sending Brian into oblivion and pulling Justin’s own orgasm out of him as well. “Mmmmm…” Burying his face against the crook of Brian’s neck and shoulder, Justin slowly takes a breath. “I love you,” he murmurs, knowing full well that even though his voice is muffled, Brian will understand. Nodding his head, the brunette slowly rolls over as Justin climbs off him to discard the used condom. He watches his lover’s naked form enter and exit the bathroom and wonders how the hell someone could be so fuckin’ beautiful. “What?” Justin asks, noticing that he is being watched. Smiling, Brian simply shrugs. Justin smiles back, returning to the bed and straddling himself over his husband’s lap. “Carl called this morning.” “Everything okay?” Justin nods. Hesitating, he wants to say more, but refrains. “Tell me,” Brian demands softly, knowing that Justin was holding back. Sighing, he shakes his head, “It’s stupid.” “Let me decide on that,” he replies, lightly running his palms down his lover’s thighs. “It’s just…” he sighs again. After a few moments in the dark, he finally admits. “I’m just a little nervous.” Brian nods his head. Of course Justin was nervous. Brian was as well. If their plan didn’t work…well, he didn’t want to think about the repercussions of that. “What did Carl say?” “He said that so far everything is going as planned…” Lying forward, Justin rests his head underneath his husband’s chin. “The former boss’ son, Eddie, is really pissed off that his cousin, Vincent, isn’t letting up. They both want to be named the new boss and people are getting killed left and right.” Closing his eyes, he exhales slowly. “Is it so terrible for me to hope that Vincent wins?” “No.” Brian answers honestly. “Last night I stayed awake thinking about talking to Vincent.” “What?” Brian asks, alarmed. Chuckling, Justin continues, “I’m not going to call him, Brian.” Lightly kissing Brian’s shoulder, he rests his head down again and continues, “I was just thinking about it. I was trying to come up with a way to help Vincent win the war… like poisoning Eddie or something. And it just seemed so simple, you know? Just slip something into his food… or put a bomb in his car or something… isn’t that awful?” “Not really,” Brian replies, slowly rubbing his husband’s bare back. “Eddie wants to keep his father’s contract intact, which means that the guy wants you and your sister, dead: even though he’s never met either one of you, and was in no way part of the business transaction between your grandfather and his father. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t think about killing the man myself.” “What if our plan doesn’t work?” Justin asks suddenly. “It will.” “And if it doesn’t?” “It has to.” Brian replies. “But what if something goes wrong? Maybe we should just try to set up a meeting with Vincent just in case?” “And risk Eddie finding out? I don’t think so.” Sighing, Justin slowly nods his head, “I know, you’re right: This is the only way.”