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"Justin!" Brian yelled out as he opened the front door and moaned in pain. "Jesus Christ, this is going to kill me," he muttered under his breath, fighting for his life. "Justin, stop jerking off and get your ass over here, damn it!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," the blond giggled before his gaze fell on Brian. "What the hell happened to you?" He stopped mid-step and took a good look at him.
"I'm getting old, that's what the fuck happened. I'm just a step away from dentures," he replied angrily, his jaw clenched.
"Huh?" Justin frowned in confusion.
Brian pinched the bridge off his nose because he really didn't have the patience right now. "I dropped my phone, bent down to pick it up, and something cracked in my back... now help me get this fucking coat off."
Justin laughed at first, but when Brian glared at him, he rushed to help him.
"Careful," Brian warned. "I don't want to be crippled for the rest of my life."
"I'm sure it's not that bad."
"Oh, and how exactly, Mr. Genius? Because last time I checked, I was the one in pain," Brian grumbled.
Justin rolled his eyes and decided not to comment, for his own good. "Let's take off that coat, shall we?"
"Please," Brian replied, and Justin began to pull the coat off him. "Fuck, no, stop... motherfucker!"
"Hey!"
"I obviously wasn't talking to you, so shut up," Brian retorted.
"You're so lucky you're already suffering," Justin said bitterly.
"Oh, lucky me. I don't even know why I'm complaining," Brian smiled ironically at him. "God, I just have to take this damn coat off or I'm going to lose my damn mind. It's so fucking hot."
"Should I go get the scissors?" Justin raised his eyebrows.
Brian frowned. "Are you nuts? Do you even know how much that coat costs? It's Armani, for fuck's sake."
"Okay, no scissors then," Justin mumbled.
"You got that right. Any other ideas, genius?"
"Yeah, how about going to a doctor?" Justin suggested the most obvious thing.
"I'm not a fucking baby," Brian snorted.
"Yet you act like one," Justin said to himself.
"I heard that, asshole," Brian replied. "I don't need a doctor. I'll just take a couple of ibuprofen and I'll be as good as new," he said confidently.
"You're just afraid there might be a hot young doctor in the emergency room, and instead of fucking him, you'd have to explain to him how exactly this happened to you. Which would be sooo bad for the invincible, forever young Brian Kinney," Justin teased him.
"I'd just say I broke my back fucking you," Brian said back, smiling for a moment.
"Of course you would," Justin laughed. "Can we try again? I promise I'll be gentle," he said softly.
"Okay, but be really gentle. I'm already dying here."
Justin got on his toes and pressed his lips to his ear. "I'll be as gentle as I am when I slide my cock inside you," he whispered, giving Brian something else to think about.
Brian swallowed and let out a quiet growl. "You're not making this any easier for me. The last thing I need right now is a boner."
Justin smiled innocently. "I'm just giving you motivation because I really need you to stay still and not risk more damage."
"More damage?" Brian shot him a look. "Like it could be worse than this?"
"I'm just fucking with you," Justin laughed. "You'll be fine. Just don't move."
Brian grunted and held his breath, waiting.
"Here we go." Justin grabbed the coat with both hands and began pulling as slowly as possible.
"Okay, fuck this shit. Get me a doctor. Like, right fucking now!" Brian cried out in pain.
"Happy to," Justin smiled at him, already opening the door for him.