"But how are you ever going to keep a cleaning lady?"

"Please!"  Brian arched an eyebrow indignantly.  "This is nothing.  You should have seen the mess after my Valentine's Day orgy two years ago.  I doubled her salary that week."

"Well, the last time I saw this place in such a mess was the first night I slept here."  Justin smiled and unwound his scarf from around his neck and dropped it on one of the barstools.

"I paid her extra for cleaning that mess up, too," Brian grumbled, but the twinkle in his eye was hard to miss.  "She's gotten rid of a lot of messes for me over the years; I should have slipped her an extra hundred and had her get rid of you."

"You're stuck with me and you love it," Justin whispered in his ear on the way toward the kitchen.  "Now let's start cleaning this up."

"What?"

"Is that hangover affecting your hearing?  I said let's start cleaning this up."

"And why, exactly, do you think I pay this cleaning lady we were just talking about such an exorbitant salary?  I don't recall being that altruistic..."

"Brian, what day does she come and clean?"

"Friday."

"And what day is today?"

"Um....Sunday."

"That's five days from now.  And is she coming this Friday?"

"Nooooo...."

"Why not?"

"You know why not!"

Justin sighed. "Come on, Brian.  Why not?"

"Oh, all right.  She's going to visit her daughter.  She took the week off."

"Uh-huh.  And do you want to live in the midst of empty beer bottles, used condoms, overturned furniture and...ugh....dirty dildos for the next two weeks?  Who owns all these, anyway?"

"They are all mine," Brian grinned.

"They are not, and if they are, you've been holding out on me."  Just walked over and toed something on the floor, half buried under one of the sofa cushions.  "Hey, are those my anal beads?" he yelped.

"Nooo, all of our toys are in the box in the bedroom right where they always are.  I have no idea whose those are, but they do look a little like the ones I bought you for Columbus Day last year."

"Well," Justin huffed, "they'd better not be mine.  Now get your ass in gear, Kinney, and help me clean up this mess before everybody gets here."

"Everybody who?"

"Ahh, how quickly we forget!  You invited everyone over tonight...Deb's birthday, remember?"

"Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah, 'oh fuck' is right.  We'd better get busy.  You got any garbage bags?  And.....ahh...some rubber gloves?"

"I thought you were going to clean the kitchen."

"You said you were going to do it, Sunshine."

"No, you said I was going to do it.  And I disagreed.  Now, here's the cleanser.  Good thing these countertops are stainless steel.  At least they didn't stain."

Brian spoke very slowly and carefully.  "I am not scrubbing cum off the counters."

"Look, you're the one that let them throw the condoms everywhere.  You should have put out trash cans."

Brian finally couldn't hold back the laughter any longer.  "You are so anal!  Next you'll be telling me I should have put signs up that said '$25 fine for littering'."

"I'm anal?  You've just had the biggest orgy Pittsburgh has seen in a decade in your loft, Brian.  I'd say you've outdone everyone in the city in the 'anal' department."

"Okay, I concede, but you've definitely got me in the drama princess category."

Justin tossed a sponge at Brian, missing his head by inches.  "Stop snarking and start cleaning.  Hurry up or you'll be explaining this mess to my mother."

"Your mother is coming....here?"  Brian's voice always went up about a half an octave at the prospect of a visit from Justin's mother.

"Yes, my mother is coming here, and unless you want her to see evidence of all the people who were cumming here last night, I suggest you keep scrubbing."

Brian smirked.  "Well, she's already seen me naked."

"Seeing your dick and seeing evidence of what it was doing are two entirely different things.  Now, pay attention...you missed a spot."

"There, it's clean.  Happy now?"

"Yes.  It looks fine.  I think it'll even pass inspection by Deb and my mom."

"Expecting them to show up wearing white gloves?"

Justin gave Brian a gentle shove in the general direction of the bathroom.  "Go get in the shower.  I'm going to take this garbage down and the guys delivering the food will be here shortly, and they might be early so I want to be ready."

"Aww, c'mon, Sunshine...get in the shower with me.  All this housework is stressful; I think we need to relax a little, don't you?"  Brian raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"Yeah, just we need in this apartment, Brian....more cum.  Besides, we can't be in the shower when the caterer gets here.  Now go!"  The shove was a little more forceful this time, and Brian finally gave in.

"Whose dumb idea was this party anyway?" he grumbled, pulling his clothes off and heading for the shower.

"Yours!  Now stop complaining."  Justin picked up the garbage bags and headed for the door.

"If the caterer is standing out in the hall banging on the door, you're officially dead."

Brian cupped Justin's balls gently in the palm of his hand as he slipped his tongue in the curve of Justin's ear.  "Relax, Sunshine...the loft is clean and it doesn't even smell like cum and stale booze anymore.  The caterer isn't due here for another ten minutes, and I'm about to shove my cock up your ass.  It doesn't get much better than that."

Justin rolled his eyes.  "I don't know which is bigger, Brian, your ego or your dick."

"It's a tie.  Now stop talking.  I'm busy back here."

Justin grinned and closed his eyes.  "If the caterer takes all the food back to the restaurant, you are so dead."

"Uh-huh.  Bend over a little..."

"There, I told you everything would work out just fine.  All the food is here, we're almost done setting everything up, it looks great...I think we're ready to go.  All that worrying for nothing."

"I don't think he was gay, Brian."

"Who?"

"The caterer."

"So, what the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I'm just saying, it might have been nice if you hadn't answered the door in the nude.  I think the guy almost keeled over, and it wasn't because he was so overwhelmed by your cock.  I was really afraid he was going to run there for a minute."

"You think he was straight?  I don't know....I think I could have had him," Brian mused.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"What?"

"Your ego really IS bigger than your dick.  Now go get dressed before you flash my mother again."

"Do you realize we wasted the whole fucking afternoon cleaning this place up?"

"Huh?  What do you mean 'wasted'?"

"Just what I said....'wasted'.  I mean look at it.  It's a fucking mess again.  We could have spent the afternoon giving each other blow jobs but instead you had me washing the floor and scrubbing crap off practically everything in the kitchen.  Well, look:  The floor is covered with shit again and so is everything in the kitchen.  Zero gain, Einstein.  We're right back where we were before we started."

"No, we are not."  Justin held up his hand and started ticking off all the reasons on his fingers.  "First of all, if we hadn't cleaned up the first mess it would be twice as bad now.  Second, if we hadn't cleaned up the furniture, you'd have gotten a lot of BFUO...that's bodily fluids of unknown origin...all over your new Armani slacks. Third, if we hadn't cleaned up all those used condoms, my mother would hate you again.  And let's not forget....."

"We could have told her I used them all on you." Brian interrupted, smiling sweetly.

"Even my mother isn't that naďve, Brian.  Although, I think the anal beads would probably have thrown her a little."

"Well, she did say it was a nice party.  And Deb seemed to really enjoy it."

"Yes, she did.  See....all that work was worth it."

"I wouldn't go that far, Sunshine.  I mean, now you have to clean the place up all over again."

"Wait a minute....what's with this 'you' shit?  If you think you're not helping, think again."

"Justin, I am far too delicate to do this much housework."

"Get the fuck over yourself and start picking up those dishes."

"You're lucky you give such fabulous blow jobs," Brian mumbled.  "Otherwise I'd trade you in for a butler."

"Oh, stop.  Everyone had a great time at the party and so did you.  Now quit bitching and get to work.  We'll put the food away and get all the dishes in the dishwasher and then leave the rest for the morning.  And if you stop complaining I'll give you one of those fabulous blow jobs when we're done."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.  Now, come on, Brian.  You know this was so worth it.  This is the kind of stuff families do.  And Deb was thrilled with the party and that beautiful bracelet you bought her.  She'll be raving about it for weeks."

"Well, maybe you're right.  What the fuck.  Maybe we should do this more often.  Whose birthday is next?"

"Wait a minute, did I hear that right?  You were just having a hissy fit over the mess, and now you want to have another party?"

"Why, Sunshine, I'm shocked!  Weren't you the one who just said 'this was soooo worth it'?"

Justin swatted Brian's ass with a dishtowel.  "Yeah, it's definitely worth it and doing it again is a great idea - but, like I said, if you keep making all these messes, how are you ever going to keep a cleaning lady?" Justin smirked.  

Brian silenced him with a firm kiss and gently squeezed his dick through his jeans.   "Who needs a cleaning lady?  I've got you."

Justin heard the hidden meaning behind the words.  "Yeah, you've got me, and don't you forget it.  Now, help me get his food in the fridge before it goes bad.  Get busy or you can kiss that fabulous blow job I promised you goodbye."

"Withholding sex again, are we?"

"Christ, no.  If I do that you'll just throw another orgy and I'll end up right back where I started."  Justin abruptly turned around and dropped his pants down below his ass and wiggled his butt provocatively in Brian's general direction.  "You want it?  Get to work."

Brian grinned as he picked up the remains of the clam dip and headed for the kitchen.  Everyone had gone home, but as far as he was concerned, the party was just starting.