Good Business: The Plan 3
*****
"Well?" Brian shouted to be heard over the music that filled Babylon, and
pounded against skin making it almost impossible not to move. Even Casey was
swaying a little and drumming his fingers against the metal rail as he looked
down on the crowd.
Spotlights shone on the RTs that had been added to the walls and hung from the
ceiling for the product launch and patrons were clustered around the interactive
artboards, laughing and dancing as they took turns drawing what mostly turned
out to be crude pornographic drawings.
"Not the same as last night, is it?" Brian's smirk was firmly in place. They'd
spent the week at product launches all over New York and Pennsylvania and were
headed off to DC in the morning to start a cross-country tour. Next month they'd
start a three-week world tour and finally end up back in New York for the
results of their promotional contest. This was their last chance at some
relaxation and Brian had gone all out in typical Kinney fashion.
"The noise level was about the same," Zeke shouted back, grinning at the memory
of Brian Kinney spending three hours in one of the world's largest toy stores,
surrounded by hyperactive children and their parents.
"Don't let him fool you," Justin said, stealing Brian's beer and taking a long
swallow. "He had a perfectly wonderful evening. "
"But that wasn't it," Brian and Justin finished the sentence together, smiling
at each other. That particular Groucho Marx quote had become one of their
often-used phrases, especially after an evening at Michael's.
"We get a day off tomorrow then it's the DC art crowd. That ought to be a little
quieter."
"Good," Brian said, taking his almost empty beer back and giving Justin a glare.
"I can use the time to catch up on my beauty rest."
"Well I'm looking forward to it," Casey said, casting a glance up at Zeke. His
lover grinned back and put an arm around Casey, pulling him closer.
"Casey wants to watch all those famous art critics trying their hand at creating
something. Ought to be an interesting evening."
"We refined the Mondrian grid function so if they can't manage anything else,
they can paint in the little squares."
"The soup can's always good," Justin added with a bratty grin in Brian's
direction. Brian was thoroughly fed up with Justin's Warhol phase and, in a fit
of annoyance, had tossed out all the canned soup. Justin had rescued them and
was waiting for just the right moment to start leaving them around the house.
"What do you think, Case? Can we call this a success and get out of here? It's
been a long week."
"Don't you want to dance first?" Justin asked as he grabbed Brian's hand and
started pulling him towards the stairs. "Just one and then we'll go get
something to eat."
Brian sighed heavily but followed Justin, while Zeke and Casey trailed along.
They pushed their way into the center of the dance floor, all but ignoring the
press of bodies around them.
Putting his hands on Casey's hips, Zeke leaned in and whispered in his ear,
"Let's show them how it's done."
Casey grinned back, moving his hips even as he reached up and unbuttoned Zeke's
shirt, tugging impatiently to free the shirttail from Zeke's very tight jeans.
Sliding his hands beneath the fabric, he smiled at the feel of Zeke's warm, damp
skin. He'd had just enough to drink to feel pleasantly buzzed.
"My turn," Zeke growled as he leaned down towards Casey's ear. His hands found
the hem of Casey's very tight shirt and pulled up, yanking the shirt off without
breaking his rhythm. With a devil's grin he turned towards Brian and yelled,
"Kinney! Catch" and tossed Casey's shirt towards the other man.Brian caught it
and shoved it towards Justin who already had his own shirt off and dangling from
his back pocket.
"Keep dreaming, Tyler. You're not trading that rag for my Armani."
"As if I'd want it! My D&G's got it over your old school threads. I'm just
tossing you a clue. That's a custom DivaK. You might want to check them out."
"Brian's met the man," Justin said and he spun around and grabbed Casey, pulling
the smaller man into a tight hold and laughing as Casey matched his dance moves
without missing a beat.
"Yeah, he's a self-made man, and worships his creator," Brian snarked.
"Not unlike someone else we know?" Zeke taunted as he pulled Brian close and
tried to get him to match Justin and Casey's movements, knowing it was hopeless.
The man was sex in Pradas but he couldn't dance worth a damn. Zeke put his hands
on Brian's hips and brought their pelvises together, laughing when Brian's
movements became much more fluid.
They stared into each other's eyes, challenging each other, trying to seduce
each other. It was a game they'd played often over the years but they'd never
taken it farther than this. Zeke was faithful to Casey, much to Brian's
annoyance, and Casey only had eyes for Zeke.
Justin laughed and pulled Casey closer, leaning down to whisper in his ear. To
Zeke and Brian it looked intimate and seductive, but the reality was far away
from that. Justin was telling Casey what he was planning to order at the diner.
"Time to go," Zeke said almost at the same time as Brian broke away and reached
for Justin.
"Good, I'm starved," Justin insisted, tossing Casey's shirt to him before
putting his own on. "Come on, Brian, we'll let Zeke Tyler, the famous
businessman, treat us."
"Then we ought to go somewhere more expensive than the diner."
"Hey, you're costing me a fortune already, Kinney. Next time I create a
world-wide phenomenon I'm going to hire Ad Guys R Us."
"Go ahead. See if they'd let you stay in their house and eat all their food."
"And have sex in their swimming pool," Justin added helpfully, watching as Casey
blushed.
"We did not!" Casey protested, but when Zeke laughed he added, "Not
technically."
"Not technically?" Brian echoed, giving Casey and then Zeke a speculative look.
With a smirk he reached out and grabbed Zeke. "Boys, boys, I'm disappointed.
Have I taught you nothing?" He reached down and groped Zeke, laughing when Casey
tried to pull Zeke away.
"No diner for you. We'll pick up something on the way home. There's a pool
waiting and we have work to do."
"Work?" Justin gave Zeke and Casey a look before the three of them chorused, "If
it's work, you're not doing it right."
"We'll see who's doing it right. After all, we were just at a launch party. It's
about time something or someone got off."
"As long as Casey gets to do the countdown," Zeke countered with a grin that
mirrored Brian's exactly.
"Three… two… one…" Casey intoned, reaching Brian's car, opening the door and
clambering in. The others piled in and put on their seatbelts as Brian started
the vehicle.
"Takeoff!" they all shouted as Brian gunned the engine and broke speed limits
all the way home.
::end:
*****
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
-Groucho Marx
"He is a self-made man, and worships his creator."
-- John Bright