A few days before Santa’s set to come down the chimney Justin gets a surprise
all his own.
Story idea taken from this random UPN show “Ambush Makeover” that’s on during
the lunch hour here in New York City.
R/NC 17 possibly
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“Thank you for coming with me,” Justin smiled sweetly. Christmas shopping at
the mall in December was on Brian’s top ten list of activities to avoid at all
costs, but Justin snuck in the request when his dick was up Brian’s ass that
morning. Brian clearly couldn’t be expected to refuse the boy anything in that
vulnerable state, which Justin was always quick to take advantage of. He’d gotten
a few extra drawers in the dresser, a cat and a trip to Barbados in just that
way. The kid was one sneaky little fucker.
“Whatever,” Brian exhaled while feigning utter distaste for his current situation.
Really it wasn’t so bad. He was fine strolling along behind Justin while drinking
his latte and thinking about what a good fuck they’d had this morning. It took
a bit of grooming and a few years of coaxing for Brian to relax enough to just
let it happen when Justin was in the mood to fuck him senseless, but they’d
arrived.
”What’re you smiling at?” Justin elbowed Brian. Just as Brian was about to reveal
the visual running around in his brain some crazed young girl with ridiculously
big hair bounded up to them. She was followed by an entourage of freaks with
cameras.
Brian didn’t like the look of this at all.
Justin’s arm was grabbed too tightly and just before Brian could jump to scorn
the girl she smiled brightly and said “Happy Holidays! I’m Samantha from Ambush
Makeover, what’s your name?”
A very bewildered Justin scrunched his nose as if he couldn’t remember. Simultaneously
Brian went into complete hysterics. Though he’d never admit it, he’d seen the
show before and he knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Uh, Justin,” Justin finally found his voice.
The girl went on to give the speech Brian knew was coming: the crew spotted
Brian and Justin walking along when they decided Justin (in his four-year-old,
torn-up GAP cargo pants, too tight t-shirt, crap-ass sneakers and uncombed hair)
desperately needed a makeover.
Brian was still laughing when the bright-eyed host turned to him and said, “So
do you and Justin have any special plans for the day? A holiday party or a candlelit
dinner?”
“No,” Brian was trying to stop the laughter bubbling inside of him because the
glare Justin was throwing his way suggested there might not be sex for a very,
very long time if he didn’t reel in his hysterics.
“Then can I borrow your friend for the rest of the afternoon? How about we meet
at Café Adagio at 8 and dinner will be on us?” Brian knew this was the mode
of operation for the show, make over some unsuspecting sloth and then throw
him back to his companion later in the day at some shi-shi restaurant for the
big reveal.
“You’d better ask my…friend,” Brian gave Justin a huge grin. Justin looked like
he was going to cry.
Samantha turned to Justin, “So Justin, are you ready to have the most amazing
day of your life?”
Justin nodded bleakly, he figured if some television show thought he needed
a makeover this badly then he probably did. The thought of how he looked walking
down the mall next to Mr. Prada himself was suddenly very unsettling.
Justin barely had time to hand Brian his shopping bags before being whisked
away with the crew of ‘professionals’.
Two men stayed behind with Brian, one had a camera and one had a notepad.
”Oh no, you are not following me around for the rest of the fucking day,” Brian
started to walk away when Notepad ran up beside him, “Just for a bit sir, we
need to get some good cutaway shots of you doing other things as your day progresses
without your companion. He, uh, the boy, he is, uh, your companion, isn’t he?”
“The boy? Yes, he’s my companion. He belongs to me. He lives with me. We’re
lovers.” Brian immensely enjoyed the deep shade of red that crept into Notepad’s
cheeks as he spoke.
“Yes, well then, I need to make the dinner arrangements with you and have you
sign this waiver and…” Brian started signing papers and nodding in agreement
and thinking to himself, how is it that I always get sucked into this shit?
He supposed anything having to do with Justin involved him these days and he
was okay with that.
**
“You’re going to dye my hair? No, you are not going to dye my hair. You’re cutting
it? Fuck you can’t cut it!”
**
Brian, no longer obligated to stay at the fucking mall, immediately headed for
his car. In the parking lot he shoved endless bags into the trunk, chuckling
to himself at the sudden turn of events.
At the diner Brian was pleased to find his son, Lindsay and Debbie giggling
in a corner booth. He slide in beside Lindsay and immediately found Gus in his
arms, “Daddy!”
“Hey, buddy, how are you?” He whispered in Gus’ ear and thought about how totally
spoiled rotten the boy was going to be in a matter of days. The same thing happened
every Christmas, between everyone in their makeshift family Gus received and
absolutely disgusting amount of loot, but Brian wouldn’t have it any other way.
After a few healthy doses of caffeine Brian headed out to do some shopping of
his own.
**
“Seriously, who wears this kind of shit?” Justin shook his head as the host
of the show asked him to rephrase his reaction to an outfit she’d selected.
Apparently much of Justin’s reactions were not camera ready. He figured if he
didn’t have a hair cap on his head and red velvet pants on his hips he wouldn’t
feel quite so hostile.
He turned to the young girl, placed his hands on said velvet-clad hips, “My
boyfriend is going to kill you with his bare hands if you make me look ugly.”
She laughed nervously, “You won’t look ugly! Everyone is always pleased with
the results. You should see the reactions we get!”
“You don’t know my boyfriend,” Justin shook his head and turned back to the
mirror.
At the end of the ‘boutique experience’ Justin had an outfit he didn’t want
to torch and piss on. Now all he had to worry about was what the fuck was going
on with his hair under the mystery cap and how much fucking lip gloss the freaks
were going to make him wear.
**
Brian headed home after dark to get ready for his big ‘night out’. He laughed
in the shower, in front of the bathroom mirror, as he sifted through his closet
and as he affixed his cuff links. The image of Justin sitting in a salon chair
bitching out some unsuspecting stylist made Brian’s world a little brighter.
He left at 8, always opting to arrive fashionably late. When Brian pulled up
to the valet he saw the girl from the show waiting irritably on the curb.
“Where have you been!?” She shrieked entirely too dramatically as the camera
crew ran up to catch Brian’s every move.
He noticed her give him a once over and he was pleased to see the men behind
the cameras salivate over his vintage Corvette. “Nice ride man,” one commented.
Brian smirked a bit, “Let’s get this show in the road.”
She explained how things would go down once inside the restaurant, Brian nodded
and gave her the most condescending look he could muster. He was a bit disappointed
when she clearly missed the sarcasm splashed all over his enthusiastic response
to her instruction.
Brian was to walk in and sit at the bar while the girl went to retrieve “the
new Justin.” Brian, having never met a bar he didn’t like, was happy to take
a seat and order a whiskey while he waited. Two sips in he heard footsteps behind
him, “Okay Brian, are you ready to see Justin for the first time?”
“Finally,” Brian took a sip of his drink, “I’m fucking horny.” Brian started
to turn around as Samantha shrieked, “Stop! We have to reshoot that!”
“I have to shoot something,” Brian mumbled as she scolded him and they started
again.
“Alright Brian, are you ready to see the new Justin?”
“You bet,” Brian tried not to laugh, but he heard Justin behind him being less
than successful in that same pursuit. The familiar snicker brought a welcome
warmth into Brian’s gut that he attributed to the alcohol.
He spun around on his barstool expecting to see the Justin he left this morning
just in better clothes but found something else entirely.
“Wow,” Brian was genuinely shocked and it was evident to everyone.
Samantha smiled triumphantly as she twirled Justin in a circle, “So how does
he look?”
Brian couldn’t hide his smile as he reached out to grab Justin’s wrist. Justin
was pulled forward, landing between Brian’s open legs. “He looks fucking amazing,”
Brian pressed his lips to Justin’s, in two seconds the onlookers and cameras
were forgotten and Justin started clutching at Brian’s jacket and pressing his
tongue into Brian’s mouth.
“Well,” Samantha cleared her throat loudly, “looks like Brian loves the results!”
Brian pulled back and threw a glance her way, “He was hot before, but this is…it’s
good.” He smiled at Justin again as he ran his hands through Justin’s now near-platinum
locks. The color was brighter and the cut was edgier. The deep navy suit and
pale blue shirt and tie were made for Justin. Even the Gucci loafers were perfect.
But, nothing beat Justin’s new glasses. His contacts had been replaced with
square black-rimmed mod glasses that Brian had an inexplicable attraction to.
Brian would never communicate just how impressed he was, but this crazy bitch
and her makeover mob squad had actually done a damn fine job.
When Justin and Brian started making out again the crew made a quiet exit.
“Want a drink?” Brian nuzzled Justin’s neck.
“I’d rather drink your come,” Justin purred in his ear.
“Well, ‘tis the season,” Brian threw down a twenty and grabbed Justin by the
tie.
Justin noted that they made their way through the streets of downtown Pittsburgh
in record time.
In the elevator Brian deftly got Justin’s tie off, shirt unbuttoned and pants
undone in the two minute ride to the top floor.
With the loft door barely closed Brian started to pull and pry at Justin’s suit.
”Hey, hey,” Justin chuckled, “no fucking up the new suit!” He backed up and
started to strip, very slowly, for Brian.
“You do look fucking amazing,” Brian’s voice was thick and his eyes were starting
to gloss over.
“I know,” Justin smirked as he remembered the endless bitching he’d done all
day – only to turn out pretty fucking good in the end.
“And I thought I was the hot one in this relationship.” Brian’s eyes sparkled
and Justin felt his mouth go dry.
“Brian,” Just smirked, walking back toward his lover now that he was naked.
He stopped two inches from Brian’s body and kissed lightly up Brian’s chest
to his neck, nipping up his jaw line to his ear. “You will always be the hot
one,” Justin giggled and the sincerity in his voice made Brian light headed.
Brian had no clue how after all these years it was the little things like a
laugh or a glance or a blue t-shirt that made him come undone.
Justin pulled at Brian’s belt and dropped to his knees in front of Brian, “I’ve
been dying to suck your dick all day.” So Justin did. And God he did it well.
Brian moaned and ran his hands through Justin’s impossibly blond hair. He smiled
at the golden highlights and the new cut that put some hair right in Justin’s
eyes.
Justin was completely unrelentless, backing off more than five times just before
Brian came. Brian proved to always be the much more patient of the two, but
tonight he simply couldn’t take it.
“Justin,” he warned. But Justin did it once more.
“Justin,” he hissed as he bucked his hips, “come on.”
Justin smiled and kept up the torture.
Brian finally decided to take matters into his own hands, he started to roll
his hips as he spoke, “When I turned around and saw you in those glasses and
that suit, looking like a porn star school teacher, I thought I’d cream my pants
at the goddamned restaurant…” Brian was about to say more when Justin’s cheeks
hollowed and he sucked mercilessly until Brian came with a shout.
As Brian sank to the ground, legs deliciously limp from orgasm, Justin pushed
him onto his back and pulled off his shoes and pants.
Justin slid up the length of Brian’s body, “Open your texts to page 69 class,
we’re going to learn about the male sex organ today.”
Brian started to crack up for the hundredth time that day as he reached up to
pull Justin’s mouth to his own. The new Professor Taylor look was one hell of
a turn on but the truth was he liked Justin just the way he was – rather, he
loved him that way.
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