Still Queer As Folk

Episode 11

We entered our office and I loved the way Justin's face lite up when he saw his desk set off to the left of mine. He ran over and sat in his chair. He looked good behind the desk. He was not dressed like your average business owner like I was all suite and tie. That look didn't work for him.

He was an artist and queer on top of that, and his attire screamed it. He had on grey dress slacks and black chucks with a printed button up in pale greens and pinks. It was not a look many could pull off but it look hot as hell on him.

"You know your way around and everyone knows you already. Why don't you go check in with your department. I am sure they would love to know you are here." He smiled jumping up and heading out of the office. Seconds after he left Cynthia walked in.

"How is he doing?" She was genuinely concerned. Cynthia has been my assistant for a long time and care a lot about me and Justin.

"He is doing good actually as long as no one grabs at him or catches him by surprise. You did worn everyone about not going right at him?" She just shook her head.

"Of course. Relax mother hen, everyone here knows Justin. I explained everything in a meeting I called earlier and no one is going to trigger him, not only because they care about him, but they fear you." Good, I will fire any ass hole who messes with him.

"What's going on with Brown?" I ask while moving to my desk. She sighs and follows me.

"They called again, they are not happy with the look of the ad. They are worried it will not stand out." She rolls her eyes.

"Here I thought this was the one place I didn't have to deal with queens." I just shake my head.

"I know.."

"Mr. Kinney?" Ted is standing at my office door with no other then the bitch herself. The last time I saw her she was telling me my cancer was God's way of punishing me for being gay.

"Thank you Ted." He nods and shoot a weary look at my mother before walking away, Cynthia sneaking out behind him.

"Have a seat mother." I direct her towards the sofa. She walks over and sets her jacket on the arm of the couch before sitting. "What can I do for you."

"Well, it has been awhile since I have seen you. I wanted to see how you were doing." She looks as blank faced and emotionless as always.

"Well I'm fine, great even." I really did not want to deal with her right now.

"I'm glade to here that. Have you thought any about what we talked about the last time I was here." Here we go, seriously!

"I have actually. I made a few big changes in my life." Just none you would approve of.

"Good. I am here because..."

"Brian!" Justin calling my name as he came into the office quickly, put me on edge. Was he okay?

"Hey, what's wrong?" I completely ignore the hate on my mom's face and reach out for him.

He smiles at me and I relax, "I was dealing with the Brown issue and I think I figured out a way to please them." Thank god, he is going to give me a heart attack one of these days. He holds out a concept board. I take it and look it over. It was a good idea. He wants to use models of various ages, from young teens to older men. It could actually work nicely, there would be a nice contrast.

"I see were your going and I like it. We can have an older man and young teen in the boxing ring together. It will be dramatic and play to all age groups." I moved to my desk to write out a few notes.

"Brian, I really think we need to talk." Shit, I forgot she was here. I just continued looking over the board.

"Don't touch me." My head shot up and my mom's hand was hover over Justin's arm and he was shaking. I ran around my desk and pulled him against my chest. My mom looked concerned, it was weird to see that look on her.