Rating: PG
Notes: Ahhh… the J.Lo… Why can't Jenny from the Block go back to the Bronx and leave our poor city alone… *falls at the mercy of the Gods* Please, please make her go!!
Summary: Justin is a famous actor who wants to change him image when he comes to Pittsburgh to film a movie. Enter Brian.
Thanks: To Lois who works her buttsky off for this fandom. :
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~knock, knock~
"I'll get it!" Gus exclaimed, shooting up from the couch like a rocket. He hurried over to the door. "Who is it?" He called.
"Justin." The muffled reply came through the heavy door. Brian smiled and helped Gus open it. Justin stood on the other side smiling. "Hi." He said smiling.
"Hey." Brian smiled.
"My name is Gus." Gus reached out and took Justin's hand, dragging him into the loft. "Can I call you Uncle Justin? I call Daddy's friends uncle, and he said you were his friend." Gus was talking a mile a minute. "And I told him that if I liked you, I'd see if I could call you uncle too. And I knew I liked you as soon as I saw you. You have yellow hair like my Mommy."
"Maybe you could just call me Jus for now." Justin was a little taken aback at the child's exuberance.
"Does anybody else call you Jus?"
"Nope, it would just be you."
"Then that's what I'll call you, it'll be your special name." Gus pulled Justin to the couch. "My daddy has a special name for me. He calls me Sonny Boy. I like when he calls me that because he's the only one."
"That's good. That means he loves you very much." Justin looked at Brian, who was watching with amusement.
"We're watching Scooby Doo 'cause it's my favorite." Gus pulled Justin down to sit next to him on the couch. "Do you like Scooby Doo? Is it your favorite too?"
"It's not my favorite, but I like it." Justin smiled. He liked the boy already.
"What is your favorite. Daddy likes Spiderman, but that's 'cause Uncle Mikey has a comic book store and Daddy gets to read comic books everyday." Gus had a funny expression on his face.
"My favorite is The Jetson's. That's what I used to watch when I was your age." Justin grinned.
"That one's okay too." Gus nodded. "I wouldn't say it's my favorite though."
"That's okay, Gus. Not everyone has to have the same favorites. Actually, it's better when people don't." Brian put in.
"That's what Mommy says too. She says that I have to be an individidle." Gus furrowed his brow. "What's an individidle?"
"And individual is someone who does what they like to do instead of just doing what other people do." Brian explained as best he could.
"So, since I like to eat chocolate before bedtime, you should let me because then I'd be an individidle." Gus said after thinking for a minute.
"Individual's still do what their parents tell them, Sonny Boy." Brian ruffled his hair. "Should we watch another movie now?"
"Can we make popcorn?" Gus's eyes lit up.
"I think we can arrange that." Brian stood and walked to the kitchen to make popcorn leaving Gus and Justin to get to know each other.
"How old are you?" Gus reached out and touched Justin's hair.
"I'm twenty-three."
"Wow, that's old." Gus giggled. "But not as old as Daddy. Mommy, Mama, and Daddy are almost as old as the dinosaurs. And Gram Deb used to be friends with a dinosaur. Aunty Em told me that."
"Wow, that's old." Justin chuckled. "How old are you?"
"I'm five." Gus held up his hand with his fingers spread wide. "Once I have another birthday, I'll have to use a whole 'nother hand."
"Wow, you're pretty old, too." Justin chuckled.
"Mama says I'm getting so big. Soon I'll be even bigger than her!" Gus giggled. "And if I eat my strong beans, I might get even bigger than Daddy one day."
"Wow! That's big!" Justin laughed.
*~*~*
"Are you going to sleep over?" Gus asked Justin with a yawn. They'd already watched two movies and he was quickly fading.
"If your daddy wants me to." Justin replied.
"I think he does. When he looks at you, he has a love face." Gus's eyes started to flutter closed. "Maybe you could stay and have banana pancakes with us in the morning. They're my favorite. What's your favorite?" Before Justin could answer, Gus was fast asleep.
"He's adorable." Justin whispered, looking at Brian who nodded.
"I'm going to put him to bed, I'll be right back, okay?"
Justin nodded. He was so content being with Brian, and he felt like that was really something he needed. Ethan's words about Brian only wanting him because he was famous had their desired effect. Justin had been doubting himself and Brian right up until arriving at the loft. But seeing Brian with his son, spending time with him outside the bedroom, it really reassured him. Now all he had to do was figure out exactly what their relationship was.
"He's down for the night." Brian said as he returned to the living room and made his way over to the couch. He lay down and rested his head in Justin's lap.
"He's adorable, Brian." Justin told him.
"Yah, he is." Brian smiled proudly. "He can be a little terror, too, though."
"Like his father." Justin commented. "In both ways."
"Are you trying to sweet talk me, Mr?" Brian said playfully. "Because I'll have you know that it takes quite a man to sweet talk me."
"Well, I am quite a man." Justin grinned as he leaned down to kiss Brian. "Do we have to be good because the child is here?"
"If we're really quiet and stay under the covers, I think we can be as naughty as we please." Brian stood and led Justin to the bedroom.
"Mmm, I don't know." Justin teased. "That's pretty naughty."
"Good." Brian playfully shoved Justin back onto the bed and dove in with him.
*~*~*
"Daddy! Jus!" Gus whirled into the room and flung himself onto the bed. "I'm starving!" He exclaimed dramatically. "Get up you lazy butts!"
"Gus." Brian's tone was warning. "It's very early, why aren't you still sleeping?"
"My stomach was growly and it woke me up." Gus said matter-of-factly. "Besides, Mr. Sun is up, so that means we should be up too. Mama says that the early bird gets the 'nanacakes."
"What the… heck is a 'nanacake?" Justin remembered that he had to watch his language. He'd promised Gus the previous night that he wouldn't say the f-word, and he didn't want to have to count out any other words.
"Banana pancakes. They're my favorite." Gus grinned, crawling on top of Justin's back and looking down at him. "What's your favorite?"
"Coffee." Justin replied.
"That's Daddy's favorite too." Gus giggled. "You two are silly."
"Gus, how about you go into the living room and put on Sesame Street while Justin and I get up and get dressed?" Brian suggested.
"K, Daddy. Then can we go to the diner and have 'nanacakes?" Gus climbed off of Justin, but still didn't remove himself from the bed.
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll make you a special breakfast."
"But I want NANACAKES!" Gus' voice raised several octaves.
"Gus Peterson." Brian said firmly. "I said we'll talk about it."
"Fine." Gus stomped out of the room.
"He's like a woman with the mood swings." Justin chuckled a little.
"Well, he has grown up in the Happy House of Estrogen." Brian pushed and hand through his hair. "Sorry you couldn't sleep in on your day off."
"It's okay." Justin grinned. "I can go on very little sleep."
"Yeah," Brian chuckled, "almost none for the last few days."
"It's worth it." Justin kissed Brian softly. "Now, about this going to the diner business…"
"We can't go." Brian said firmly. "I can go down there and get some for take out and bring them back here if you'll stay with him for a half hour or so."
"I have a better idea." Justin reached to the side of the bed and grabbed his pants. "I'm going to go to the store and I'll be back, okay?"
"You can just go out to the store without being seen?" Brian was paranoid about having reporters show up, especially while Gus was there.
"Uhm, I guess I could make you a list and you could go." Justin felt a little weird that Brian was so paranoid about being seen with him, most guys wanted to be seen with him.
"Great." Brian started getting dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a black sweater. "There's note paper on the desk. I'm going to brush my teeth and make myself look presentable."
"Don't look too hot." Justin winked. "Wouldn't want some guy hotter than me to apprehend you on the way."
"Not likely." Brian leaned over and kissed Justin once more before going to the washroom. It wasn't until he got in there that he realized how domestic the whole scene was and he wondered why he hadn't freaked out. "What the hell are you doing to me, Justin?" He rubbed his hand over his face and shook his head.
*~*~*
"Here we go, boys." Justin said smiling as he carried their plates to the table. "Chocolate chip banana waffles with whipped cream and a cherry on top, with melons and strawberries on the side."
"Daddy!" Gus squeeled. "Look what Justin made!"
"Looks good, doesn't it, Sonny Boy?" Brian eyed his plate and tried to figure out how much he could get away with eating.
"It looks awesome, Daddy!" Gus clapped his hands together as Justin put his plate down in front of him.
"Enjoy." He smiled as Gus dug in, his face immediately covered in whipped cream.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Brian asked after taking a bite of his waffle.
"I used waffle mix, Brian." Justin chuckled. "It wasn't very hard. But I don't live the privileged life you seem to think I do. I have a housekeeper, but I cook my own meals and do some of my own cleaning."
"Hard done by little actor." Brian said, tongue in cheek.
"Shut up and eat." Justin chuckled as he dug into his own meal.
"Shouldn't you be eating light to keep your figure?"
"I'm still young, honey, I can eat and eat and eat and still look like this." Justin winked. "I have a long way to go until I'm your age and I have to watch my waistline."
"Little shit." Brian grumbled before taking a huge bite of his waffles to prove a point. "Mmmm… Would you still let me," Brian glanced at Gus, "hug you if I had a big spare tire around the waist?"
"Nope." Justin laughed.
"Hmmm…" Brian paused a moment before taking another big bite of his breakfast.
"You guys are weird." Gus laughed. "Daddy," he said a few moments later around a mouthful of food, "Can we go to the park today?"
"Gus, don't talk with your mouth full." Brian reminded his son. "Why don't the three of us go up and play on the roof after breakfast?"
"Dad, how come we can't go anywhere like we usually do?" Gus asked.
"I just thought it might be nicer to stay here today. And besides, if we had gone to the diner, Justin wouldn't have been able to make us this good breakfast." Brian said.
"Is the sandbox still up there?" Gus asked, relenting on going to play in the rooftop playground Brian had built him.
"Of course." Brian smiled. "Did you think I would take away your favorite thing?"
"No." Gus giggled.
*~*~*
"Well, you guys," Justin said regretfully after they had eaten lunch. "I have to get going." He didn't want to go, he was having an amazing time, but he knew that there was some stuff he had to accomplish at the hotel and some phone calls he had to make.
"Jus!" Gus pouted. "Do you really have to go? We had so much fun playing this morning and I wanna play more."
"Maybe you could ask Justin to come back later tonight." Brian told his son softly. He wanted Justin to stay as much as his young son did.
"Jus, will you come over and play later? Maybe you could sleep over again." Gus put on his sweet face and Justin knew that the kid was playing him.
"I can come back and play," Justin's gaze flickered to Brian's and there was promise there, "for a while tonight, but I can't stay over because I have to work in the morning."
"Okay." Gus beamed.
"Bye." Justin smiled at the young man and waited to see what Brian would do. They'd been kissing goodbye for the last couple of days and he wondered if that would happen now.
"See ya, Justin." Brian reached out and kissed Justin swiftly, still feeling weird about the domesticity of the situation.
"Bye." Justin smiled, pulling his baseball cap on and left the building.
"Bye, Jus! See you soon!" Gus called after him. The boy definitely like his "Jus".
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