Timeline: Season 5 AU
Rating: R
Warnings: Only for what's in the show - language and sex
Summary: Brian does do Christmas. Kind of.
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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On December 21st, Brian slid open the door to the loft and stepped inside.

He saw Justin immediately, sitting at the computer - checking his e-mail, from the look of things - and Brian breathed in the heady aroma of coffee and enjoyed the warmth of the loft as he stepped further inside and slid the door behind him.

Turning in the computer chair, Justin smiled broadly. "Hey."

"Hey," Brian responded in kind, stepping forward until he could place his briefcase on the kitchen counter. By the time he started taking his coat off Justin was next to him, pulling his head down for a kiss. Snorting quietly, Brian nonetheless didn't resist, although he couldn't say he appreciated having his arms trapped as Justin kissed him.

When Justin pulled back and released him, he was smiling smugly.

Rolling his eyes, Brian promptly finished taking off his coat.

"Still cold out, huh?" Justin asked.

"Your deductive reasoning skills amaze me," he retorted, as he placed his coat and scarf with his briefcase, and started working on his suit jacket.

Predictably, Justin ignored him. "How was work?" he continued, turning back towards the computer.

"Brilliant," Brian shrugged, heading towards the coffee maker. There was a mug out for him already and he filled it up, adding a few generous spoons of sugar. Taking a satisfying sip, he put the coffee down and set about hanging up his clothes and getting changed. As he tugged off his pants in the bedroom, he continued talking. "What about you?"

"Did some sketches for the comic and some painting for myself," Justin called back. "And I had a conference call with Brett. I've told you that they want you at the premiere, right?"

Brian couldn't give two shits for what Brett Keller wanted - but Justin wanted it too. "Well, why wouldn't they?" he asked rhetorically, pulling on his jeans. "I'm hot."

"Hmm, that is true," Justin's voice said from much closer, and Brian looked up to see him standing at the steps to the bedroom. "How many times," Justin questioned, stepping up and pushing Brian down onto the bed, "have you told me that getting dressed is a waste of time?"

"Countless," he replied, not fighting the smile that threatened to emerge as Justin straddled his body.

"You should take your own advice," Justin murmured, but as he leant down Brian said a word he thought he never would (or rather, a word he hadn't said since the whole cancer thing, but he really preferred to forget that'd ever happened):

"Wait."

Obviously surprised, Justin paused, his gaze quickly flicking to just above Brian's groin, his thumb pressing against the scar there even through Brian's clothes.

Reaching out, Brian squeezed his thigh reassuringly. I'm fine. He fucking hated that he even had to do that. "Go get my briefcase."

Hesitating for a moment, Justin leant down to press a brief kiss against his lips, before climbing off to find the briefcase. Returning within a matter of seconds he perched on the edge of the bed, and Brian sat up, taking the briefcase from him. Opening it up, Brian only paused for a second before taking the box out and handing it to Justin.

Frowning, Justin took it from him and studied the box carefully. "You got a new cell phone?"

"Almost," Brian replied, closing his briefcase and leaning over to place it on the floor next to the bed. "I got us both a new cell phone. This one's for you."

Expression widening out in surprise, Justin began smiling - and Brian understood why. He wasn't exactly a Scrooge, but Brian didn't really do Christmas. Sure, he went to dinner at Deb's and he bought the occasional present to make sure Gus was happy, but that was about as far as it went.

Not that this was a Christmas present.

But just as quickly, Justin's smile began to falter. "Brian..."

Oh, no fucking way. "Oh, don't give me some bullshit about how you can't fucking accept it - it's not a fucking car, it's a phone."

Justin smirked at him, obviously amused. "What I was going to say, Santa," Brian glared, "is that I'm paying for my calls."

Brian hadn't expected anything else. "Fine. Now just take the fucking thing."

Grinning widely - even more than before - Justin ripped open the packaging - and came to a complete stop when he actually saw the phone. "It's pink."

Observant boy.

"It's...pink," he repeated inanely.

"You're a gay boy," Brian announced. "Pink suits you."

"You bought me something pink," Justin continued.

Brian rolled his eyes. Christ. "I got myself the same model - I don't want them getting mixed up." Brian owning anything pink would be like Deb owning something stylish and tasteful - impossible.

Tearing his eyes away from the phone, Justin regarded him for a few minutes before looking back at the phone. Placing it, and the box, carefully on the bedside table, he looked back at Brian - and pounced.

"Thank you!"

As it turned out, Justin kind of liked pink.

***

The thank you blowjob and fuck had been, of course, quite remarkable.

But then Justin had changed his SIM card over. And announced defiantly that he was getting his old phone recycled (Brian had no fucking idea why Justin thought he needed to be defiant about it). And started charging his cell phone. And now he was sitting cross-legged in bed, naked, going through every. Fucking. Ring tone. The fucking phone had to offer.

He'd listen to one tone for about two seconds before moving onto the next. Sometimes he'd listen to one particular tone a few times, or give a verbal reaction if he really liked or really disliked something.

Brian had already rolled away, pulling the covers over his head. Why couldn't the little fucker just pick something and stick with it? Brian felt about two seconds away from snatching the phone out of Justin's hands and hurling it at the wall.

He didn't, of course. But he was sure it would've been incredibly satisfying.

Finally, eventually, Justin settled on one and those fucking annoying noises stopped filling the loft.

Instead, a different fucking annoying noise started filling the loft.

"Brian?"

Sighing, Brian rolled over, pulled the covers away from his head and squinted in Justin's general direction. "What?"

*QUACK*

He sighed. Of course. Justin had just taken his fucking picture, and of course he'd set the camera in the phone to quack when it took a picture. Of course.

Mumbling, Brian pulled the covers back over his head again. This was his own fault for getting the little fucker a camera phone in the first place.

"I'm setting that as my wallpaper," Justin declared happily.

And something in that statement sparked something in Brian's brain. He had the same phone...

Throwing back the covers, Brian fumbled his briefcase open, blindly feeling inside until he found his own cell phone. He'd already charged his at work and flipped it open, quickly flicking through the menu options until he found the camera. Smirking, he pulled the covers off the bed completely, confusing the fuck out of Justin.

"Bria-?"

Aiming the lens at Justin's groin, Brian smirked. "Put your hand on your dick."

***

Camera phones were a lot more entertaining than they first appeared.

Justin was standing over him, laughing while we waited as Brian adjusted the angle of his shot.

*CLICK*

Studying the resulting photograph, Brian smirked his satisfaction and stored it on his phone.

Moving quickly, Justin knelt at the end of the bed.

"Brian, spread your legs furth-that's it!"

*QUACK*

They'd taken photographs of all kinds of body parts - to the sound of clicking and quacking - but the entertainment really came in to play when they started recording video. Both of their phones could hold nine, thirty second video clips, and it was hot - and yeah, fun - trying to balance the phones somewhere to get the best angle, fucking Justin for thirty seconds, then having to stop to save the latest video and begin recording again. In fact, the more they stopped the hornier Justin seemed to become, and when he finally snapped and screamed at Brian to just fuck the shit out of him already, Brian did just that and forgot all about cameras and phones and anything except Justin's perfectly formed ass.

After, when they were both catching their breath and sprawled against each other, Justin kissed the side of his neck and spoke quietly.

"Thank you for my Christmas present."

Brian didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

Moving his body, Justin stretched out to one side, fumbling for something. When his hand returned, it was holding his cell phone. Resting his head back on Brian's chest, Justin played with the settings before facing the lens towards them.

"One last picture," he announced, as Brian decided not to fight it this once and looked towards the phone, tightening an arm around Justin's body.

*QUACK*

***

By the time Brian eventually moved from the bed, he'd set Justin's cock as his wallpaper, and his cock in Justin's ass as the screensaver (it'd been an interesting experience, taking that picture).

Now all he needed to do to make life complete, was to somehow get Melanie to use his new phone...

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