Brian can make anything sexy. This is a fact. Potato chips, deodorant, garbage bags - anything. He is the Master of Appeal. The Emperor of Sexy. Bu there is no way in hell, earth, the entire universe he can make adult diapers seem anything other than slightly disturbing and gross. In fact, he's so disgruntled about this account, that tomorrow Ted is going to wish he's wearing them because Brian is going to kick the shit out of him. He figures this is what he gets for giving the idiot an inch: he takes a mile and uses it to run into something like adult diapers. He's going to seriously injure Ted tomorrow. A lot. He's pulling off his tie and halfway to the bedroom before he notices Justin, lurking suspiciously in the kitchen area. Brian stops, despite his better judgment, and says, "What the hell are you doing over there?" "Spelunking," Justin says, raising an eyebrow. Brian toes off his shoes and tosses the tie onto the bed. Walking towards the kitchen, he says, "Really, what -." And then he sees it, lying there broken on the floor, all it's pretty glinting pieces winking up at him. His one of a kind, insanely expensive, one of a kind, blah blah blah fruit bowl. Broken. On the floor. "What the hell happened?" he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Do you have any clue how fucking expensive that was?" "I disassembled it," Justin shrugs, holding up the dustpan and sweeper he has clutched in his hands. "It doesn't disassemble," Brian snaps, grabbing the dustpan and kneeling down to help Justin clean the mess up. "Well that explains how problematic and messy it was." Brian empties the pan full of glass into the bin and asks if he even wants to know how the fucking thing broke. Justin leans over the counter and kisses him, quick and chaste at the corner of his mouth. He says, "It's a very long story involving accident-prone elbows and slippery socks. Tremendously boring." "Ah," Brian says sagely, circling the counter and fisting Justin's T-shirt. "Whatever" Justin sits up on the counter and starts unbuttoning Brain's slacks, and quite suddenly Brian finds he no longer cares about the bowl. "So how was your day, sweetheart?" Justin sing-songs. "You're looking rather crotchety." Brian pulls Justin's shirt over his head and chucks it somewhere off to his left. He says, "New account - Staydry Adult Diapers. I beat my high score in Minesweeper. And decided I'm going to viciously murder Ted tomorrow." Justin tugs Brain's pants down below his hips and starts working at his own jeans. "Oh, that's nice. Ted isn't my favorite person ever anyway. He's sort of mousy." He slides off the island and kisses Brian, his teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip, while his hand rummages expertly through one of the kitchen draws. Finally finding one of the Strategically Placed Around The Loft Bottles Of Lube, he slips it into Brian's palm and turns around. The bottle's lid opens with a snap and Brian coats his fingers, slipping two of them into Justin and curling them slightly, touching just the that right spot - oh, then -. Justin pushes back against his hand and lets his head fall down, pillowed on his arms. He says, "Okay, that's - that's good." He reaches back and grips Brian's thigh, says, "Condom now, because now would be better." In the Amazing Conveniently Stocked kitchen draw Brain snatches up a condom, rips the package with his teeth and rolls it on. Justin arches, spreads his legs a bit as Brain's hands hold him open and down, and he pushes into him slowly. "Also," Justin gasps, "faster is better. Much better." Brian mouths the sensitive skin of Justin's neck, swipes his tongue along the line of his shoulder and thrusts rough, until Justin's thighs are slamming against the counter's edge. Justin moves against him as he pulls out and pushes back in harder, gripping at his shoulder and waist. It's slick and tight and sexy - the complete and totally exact opposite of the rest of his Adult Diaper Day. And Brian is really glad to be home, as everything is always much sexier when he is. He shakes his head, trying to knock loose the thoughts, because he is not thinking about diapers or anything else but the line of Justin's back stretching and arching when he moves beneath him. Justin throws his head back in a breathy moan and Brian curls his fingers around his hip bone, digging his nails into the smooth flesh there and then - then, finally - they are both coming. Loud and messy - their uneven panting and the sound of skin moving against skin. Under him, Justin groans and pulls away, pushes his longish hair from his eyes. He wrinkles his nose and says, "Did you say adult diapers?" Brian takes a step back and lights a cigarette, leaning against the sink, and says, "I'm going to murder that bastard." The end.
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