Happy Fucking Valentine’s Day
Picture prompt is from Drabylon Community on LJ - Prompt 68
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Brian walked into Kinnetik grumbling. It was February 14th and everyone knew what that brought. The ever-present world of uber-romantics dedicated to supplying the greeting card, florist and stuffed animal retailers with padded pockets. He was happy to advertise for them, but had no intention of partaking in their glorified materialism.
The worst of it was Justin. He didn’t even bat an eye when they woke up this morning. Never suggested that they do something “special” that night. He didn’t even wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day. He’d merely given him a chaste kiss, while running out the door with his portfolio, yelling, “Later,” as it slammed behind him.
Brian knew he should be pleased, but instead he was grumpy. That little blond of mine must be up to something. Romance was Justin’s middle name and he couldn’t possibly avoid falling into the vacuum of hearts and flowers. Yet there was nothing at all. Not even a fucking voice mail.
Just as Brian was about to demand his messages from the new receptionist whose name he couldn’t ever seem to remember, he noticed the ridiculous stuffed animal holding a dozen long-stemmed red roses.
“Oh shit! That little twat couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Brian paced back and forth staring at the ridiculous demonstration of hetero materialistic irresponsibility.
“Why the fuck of all things would he do something this insane? I expected he couldn’t resist today’s lure, but such a moronic display of romantic bullshit -- I would have thought such a creative genius would have come up with something far better.”
By now most of the staff from the main office level of Kinnetik was watching Brian’s temper tantrum and were curious to see how it would play out.
Just as Brian reached out to grab the offending gift the nameless receptionist halted his hand. “Excuse me, Mr. Kinney, but that’s not for you.”
At that moment Ted walked out of his office having blissfully balanced the week’s accounts. “Good morning, Margaret, you buzzed for me to pick something up?”
“Yes, Mr. Schmidt. The delivery boy dropped this off a few minutes ago.”
Brian looked on, frozen. Ted opened the attached card and smiled. “Blake sent it to me with two tickets to meet him at the opera tonight. He really does have a special way with gifts.”
The rest of the staff snickered as Brian skulked into his office not to be seen for most of the day.
Driving home Brian reflected on all the awful hearts and flowers declarations he had been forced to witness throughout the day. The only one that was worth anything was an e-mail from Gus telling him how much he loved him and looked forward to seeing him during spring break.
The one person who seemed to be totally elusive the entire day was Justin. He’d clearly gotten the message the previous year when Brian had chastised him for his foolish gift of a dildo with a heart-shaped tip.
They’d been living together at Britin two years. Had he squelched Justin’s enthusiasm? Maybe so, and now he was feeling something he didn’t recognize too often -- regret.
He should have said something to Justin -- at least told him he loved him that morning.
Walking in, Brian noted a glow from the front parlor. The lights were all out. Justin must have decided to relax by the fire after a long day in his studio.
As he approached, Brian once again froze in place staring. There lay Justin, his Justin, on a thick futon mattress in front of the fire, completely naked except for a paper rolled like a diploma around his cock.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. Why don’t you read it -- it’s your gift... and mine.”
Brian slowly removed the paper, there were actually two, and ghosted his hand over Justin’s balls, eliciting a moan of pleasure.
Two papers, both marked Negative.
Brian looked at Justin and smiled broadly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sunshine. The perfect gift for the perfect occasion.”
This was about to become Brian’s favorite holiday of the year.
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