Rating: PG
Notes: This chapter took a little longer than the others because I spent Sunday dancing barefoot in a field with 30,000 hippies… While writing this, I've been listening to Jess Klein, trying to get the image of J.Lo out of my head. *shudder*
Summary: Justin is a famous actor who wants to change his image when he comes to Pittsburgh to film a movie. Enter Brian.
Thanks: To Lois, who beta'd this entire series like as soon as she got back. I owe her the world!! And to everyone who has given their feedback, it really helps.
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Justin grabbed a plate full of food from the caterer's table and made his way over to where David was sitting. He was actually kind of excited that he could gush to someone about Brian. Remembering that he'd had his cell phone off, he grabbed it from his pocket and turned it on. Noticing that there was a message, he dialed into his message center.
"You have two new messages." The automated voice told him. He pressed the appropriate buttons and the message began to play. "Justin, it's Brandon," Justin chuckled, "It turns out I can't come to the hotel tonight, I have my son for the next two nights. Call me or just come by the loft if you want."
"Brian's loft here I come." Justin clicked his phone shut and plopped down next to David.
"Brian?" David raised an eyebrow. "You've got a Brandon and a Brian?"
"Brandon is Brian. Just don't tell Ethan. Or anyone else for that matter. I'm scared that I might lose him if this gets out to the press." Justin admitted. There was something about David that made him trust.
"Oh, man, it's cool." David nodded. "Long as you give me all the details." He winked. "So tell me all about Bridon."
"He's so fucking hot." Justin began. "I mean, when I first saw him I knew that I had to have him. And there was this guy behind me telling me that there was no chance, so that obviously made him even more attractive to me, right?"
"For sure."
"So I went and picked him up and he took me back to his place." Justin chuckled. "And then everything went a little crazy."
"Crazy?"
"I don't do boyfriends. All that shit bores me, so I avoid it like the plague. Usually I'm bored with a guy as soon as I come, but with Brian it's different." A far away look appeared on Justin's face. "I don't think I could ever get bored of him."
"Just sexually or more?" David was curious.
"I don't know." Justin admitted. "All we do is fuck, it's like we have to, it's like we're drawn to each other."
"So you aren't dating, you're just fucking?"
"I guess." Justin shrugged. "But we've been together for three nights in a row. And I'm going to his place tonight and I'm going to meet his son."
"He has a kid?" Justin nodded.
"Yeah, he's five."
"Was he," David shuddered, "straight before?" Justin burst into laughter.
"If he was, he had to have been really bad at it." He said through his laughter.
"It's pretty major that you're meeting his kid." David said.
"Yeah, that's what I think." Justin beamed. He felt a little like he had when he was sixteen and had gotten a slap on the back from the captain of the football team during gym glass.
*~*~*
"Gus!" Debbie exclaimed when she saw Brian and Gus walk into the diner, Gus' hand held firmly in Brian's.
"Gram Deb!" Gus exclaimed, he pulled away from Brian and launched himself at Deb. "Will you make me banana pancakes?"
"Of course I will, baby." Debbie beamed. Gus was about as close as she was ever going to get to having a grandchild and she doted on him.
"Daddy!" Gus exclaimed happily. "Gram Deb is gunna make me my favorite!" Gus hurried back over to his father.
"That's great, Sonny Boy." Brian lifted his son into a booth. "Don't forget to say thank you." He reminded his son.
"I will, Daddy." Gus made a face as though the reminder was ridiculous. "Can I have a milkshake too?"
"Strawberry banana?" Brian asked. He knew how his son loved bananas.
"That's my favorite!" Gus exclaimed. "And Gram Deb makes the best ones in the whole universe."
"On one condition." Brian smiled when his son nodded enthusiastically. "You have to eat green beans at dinner tonight."
"Are you going to make your super strong green beans?"
"Of course. My boy will be as strong as he can be, right?" Brian said.
"What if I can't get strong like Popeye, Daddy?" Gus asked seriously.
"That's okay, Sonny Boy. You be as strong as you can and be happy." Brian reached across the table and ruffled his son's hair.
"Think I could maybe be as big and strong as you one day?"
"I think you could be even bigger and stronger." Brian grinned. "And even more handsome."
"I can't wait to be big like you, Daddy." Gus beamed. He loved spending time with his father. He knew that other kids at kindergarten had their Daddy's living with them, but he knew he was lucky because he had the best father of all.
"One order of banana pancakes for my little ray of light." Debbie set Gus's plate in front of him. "And a coffee for his big bad Daddy."
"Gram Deb, can you please make me a strawberry banana milkshake?" Gus asked politely. Before answering, Deb looked at Brian who nodded.
"Of course I can, Gus." Deb leaned down and kissed his cheek, leaving a smear of red lipstick in her wake. "Anything to eat for you, Daddy?"
"Donut." Brian grinned. "Thanks, Gram Deb."
"You should bring this little guy in here more often, Brian." Debbie said. "He improves your disposition tenfold."
"But then you wouldn't be able to say the f-word and smack me across the head." Brian's voice was dripping with sweetness.
"I was wrong," Deb laughed, "You just hide the attitude when the little guy is here."
"I'm not little." Gus said around a mouthful of pancakes. "I'm five now. I'm big."
"I know, Sweetie. I just meant that you're littler than Daddy or your uncles." Deb covered. "Now, I'm going to go get you that milkshake."
"Thank you, Gram Deb!" Gus called after her, remembering his manners.
*~*~*
"I was thinking we could rent a movie and stay in tonight." Ethan sounded kind of desperate. "You haven't been getting enough sleep and I'm starting to worry about you."
"Can't tonight, E." Justin took a big gulp of his bottle of water and looking out the car window, not interested in what Ethan was saying. "I'm going to Bri.. andon's place tonight."
"Justin…" Ethan's voice was warning.
"I have tomorrow off, E." Justin's voice held a tone that was meant to remind Ethan who was the boss and who was the assistant. "I'm going to stay at Brandon's, probably be there late into the morning," hopefully he doesn't kick me out because his son is there, "and you're not going to give me shit about it. Understood?"
Ethan nodded, mute.
"I have some laundry that I need sent out, but after that you have the night off. Go out and have some fun, alright?" Justin didn't want to be too much of an asshole, but he was starting to get annoyed with Ethan acting like a mother.
"Yeah, fine." Ethan turned and looked out the window. Up until that moment he'd been hoping that Justin's new "friend" would just fade away like all the other guys that Justin's fucked, but he was starting to realize that this Brandon was different.
"Did you rent me a car?" Justin asked.
"No, you never asked and you don't usually want a car when you're on location. Why don't you just get the driver to take you?" Ethan was surprised, whenever Justin was working he always preferred a driver to driving anywhere by himself.
"Nevermind, I'll take a cab."
"Justin…"
"Remember me saying that I don't want a media storm around us?" Justin asked as though Ethan were a child. "How am I going to avoid that by going to his apartment in the SUV?"
"Why is it such a big deal to keep it a secret? Are you ashamed?"
"No, he is." Justin spat. "Contrary to what you might believe, he wants me for something more than the fact that I'm famous."
"Are you sure about that Justin?" Ethan asked seriously. "What does he know about you other than you're famous and have a hot ass, as he put it?"
"Why are you doing this, Ethan?" Justin asked coldly. "Is it because I won't fuck you? Is that it? You're so fucking jealous of him that you're trying to ruin it for me." He became angry. "Well, guess what? You're not my boyfriend, and despite whatever fucked up delusions you have, you will never be my boyfriend."
"I thought we were friends." Ethan said on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry for trying to protect you."
"That's bullshit, Ethan, and we both know it." Justin pulled his headphones up over his ears and turned away. The conversation was over.
*~*~*
"Daddy, can we stay up late and watch movies tonight? And eat popcorn?" Gus asked as he and Brian washed the dishes.
"If you're good." Brian smiled. "I might have a friend coming over tonight, do you think it would be okay if he hung out with us?"
"Is it Uncle Mikey?" Gus asked.
"Nope, it's my friend Justin." Brian explained. "I think you'll like him."
"Can I call him Uncle Justin?"
"Do you want to?"
"If I like him, I do." Gus grinned. "I don't really like Uncle Ted, and he's not really my uncle, but I still call him uncle."
"You don't have to."
"Yes, I do." Gus nodded. "Mama said that I do."
"Well, you don't have to call him that around me, ok?" Gus nodded, smiling.
"So, can I call your friend Justin uncle?"
"You'll have to ask him, Sonny Boy."
"Okay, Daddy." Gus skipped towards the living room after drying off his hands. "When will Justin be here?"
"I'm not sure. He's an actor and he's working today."
"Is he going to sleep over?"
"Maybe."
"Can I sleep in your bed with you?" Gus was bouncing around like a jumping bean.
"I think you should sleep in your bed tonight." Brian answered.
"Are you gunna fuck?"
"Gus! Don't use that word!" Brian was horrified. He hoped to God that it wasn't him who taught Gus the f-word.
"Sorry, Daddy. Are you going to fuck?"
"Not gunna, you're not allowed to say the f-word." Brian put the last of the dishes away and went into the living room to explain to Gus that fuck was a bad word.
"Why not, Daddy? Everyone says that word!"
"Everyone who?"
"You, Mama, Uncle Mikey, Gram Deb." Gus listed off. "People are always talking about how they're going to fuck when they think I can't hear them."
"You shouldn't use that word, Gus. It's not a nice word, and none of us should be using it either. Will you promise me you won't say it?" Brian knew that if he said it in front of Lindsay or Melanie he would be in big trouble.
"If you promise you won't say it." Gus raised his chin.
Fuck, Brian thought, he's just like me.
"How about we make a deal?" Gus perked up, he always liked when he made deals with his dad. "I promise not to say that word anymore if you promise not to say that or any other bad words until you're old enough to drive a car."
"Can I have a cookie too?"
"Yes, you can have a cookie." Brian rolled his eyes.
"Can I have a cookie now?"
"How about we put on your Scooby Doo tape and then have a cookie after that's over?" Brian asked.
"K!" Gus bounded over to the couch and plopped himself down. "Do you think your friend Justin says the f-word?"
"He might say it once in a while." Brian confirmed.
"Maybe he could be in our deal too. And then we'd all be nicer." Gus beamed. "I'm going to ask him when he gets here."
"Okay, Gus." Brian chuckled. "Now, let's watch some Scooby Doo."
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