Title:  Sushi
Author:  darksylvia
A/N:  Behold the crackiest thing I've written. It is ALL citizenjess's fault, just so you know. We're bad influences on each other. And betaing this sort of crack seemed pointless, seriously.

It was a good break from writing teh angst in my actual S1 NYC story.

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Brian raised an eyebrow and looked incredulously down at the raw fish and rice laid out over pale flesh. He glanced at his client, Mr. Alderman of Alderman Construction. Alderman was already chewing and seemed unfazed by the expanse of naked boy laid out before him.

"Justin?"

Blond hair shifted as Justin turned his head to look at Brian. His eyes widened.

"Brian?" He moved and then stilled quickly, so as not to knock the sushi off. There was a small tug-of-war across his features until he finally said, "Well? Aren't you going to eat? I know exactly how much you paid for this." He arched his back a little and grinned an overly-confident grin. Brian felt his pulse speed up.

"Right," Brian said, lazily taking a piece of masago off of the small of Justin's back. His fingers barely brushed, but Justin twitched slightly. Brian smiled and put it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed leisurely, and said, "I think I got more than what I paid for. The ambiance and the...décor add to the experience." A very slow flush crept over Justin's face. And its warmth seemed to creep over to Brian, too.

Brian turned to Alderman. "Do you approve, Mr. Alderman?"

"Of course!" He said, heartily. "Best sushi in the city." His cellphone began to make an obnoxious noise. "Excuse me, Kinney. I've got to take this. My daughter." Brian nodded graciously and selected a aji roll, off of Justin's right buttock.

"What happened to your boyhood dreams of go-go dancing?" Brian asked him.

"I know you don't actually want to know, but I'll tell you anyway. I dance, three days a week." He paused. "This is just to supplement, so I can afford art school."

"All your diligent work in drawing me naked paid off? I'm thrilled."

"I'm sure," said Justin, and then, "Did you get my check?"

"Yes. I don't need it."

"That's not the point," Justin's voice was stubborn, and Brian knew now was the time to leave it alone. Luckily, Alderman snapped his phone shut and stood up.

"I'm sorry to eat and run, Mr. Kinney, but my daughter has gone into labor. Have to get to the hospital."

"Congratulations, Mr. Alderman," Brian said. And then his client was gone, leaving Brian sitting with a naked man and a whole lot of sushi. He raised a hand at the closest waitor and said, "Check, please." Then he leaned down close to Justin. "Meet me outside."

"Why?" Justin sounded highly skeptical.

"Because I'm going to have a private meal."