Today was the last day. The last full day of lying around, snuggling, talking and being just Brian and Justin in their vacation hideaway. Now tomorrow…the real test begins.
The day started out slowly, the sun was shining and it was warm enough to swim. They had foregone the ocean frolic for far too long, limiting themselves to the deck pool and Jacuzzi.
Justin was downstairs making breakfast for the two of them and Brian ambled down the stairs screaming for coffee. In his blue silk robe, hair all disarray, he’d never looked more beautiful. For all his glory, draped in designer duds…the screaming label queen that he was, Brian was most comfortable in his robe. Or naked. Take your pick of the two, of course, Justin knew which was his favorite. With a lopsided grin to match the lopsided cowlick protruding from his head, Brian took the coffee mug from Justin. A quick kiss on the cheek and smack on the ass, Brian sat down at the bar.
“What’s on the menu for today?” Brian drawled.
“I thought we could go swimming. In the ocean this time,” Justin smiled.
“I don’t have a scuba suit with me and there’s not enough SPF in the world for you little one,” Brian smiled.
“Ah, I’m sure we’ll make do. Besides, you’ve got those cute swim trunks you picked out! I want to see you in them, come hell or high water,” Justin laughed.
“No problem with hell or high water, when I’m coming. No fear there. Okay, sounds good. Your ass will be my life preserver,” Brian replied, through the freshly lit cigarette he drawled on.
“Enough about the buoyancy of my ass, okay? Here,” Justin retorted, sliding a plate of fruit and buckwheat pancakes in front of Brian.
“Where’s the honey?” Brian asked.
“We used it all, remember?” Justin winked.
“Oh yeah. Well, come sweeten me up then,” Brian feigned a put upon look, smashed his cigarette out and grabbed onto the sash of Justin’s robe. His tongue snaking up Justin’s neck, biting across the jugular, Brian moaned, “Not too sweet, not too bland…just right. Taylor in a bottle.”
“Consumers should be so lucky,” Justin smiled and tried to muss down Brian’s cowlick from hell.
“Leave it and pay attention to me,” Brian growled. He then grabbed hold completely of Justin lifted and placed him on his lap, facing him.
With Justin facing him, Brian reached inside his robe and began to pinch and twist the gold nipple ring, eliciting quite a response from his boy. With his other hand, Brian began to caress Justin’s thighs and pulled his legs up and around Brian’s waist. His hand now free and Justin firmly on his lap, Brian began moving Justin, by his hip, so his plump ass grazed over Brian’s silk covered groin.
A moan and a grimace, Brian shot up out of the chair and picked Justin up, moving them to the loveseat. The cold leather sent chills down Justin’s body, at least the part not covered from his robe. With Brian hovering over him, Justin reached up and untied the sash to Brian’s robe, then moving it from his muscular shoulders and arms, as Brian never lost eye contact with him.
“Have I told you lately, how beautiful you are?” Brian asked, grinding his cock against the fabric of Justin’s groin.
“Uh, not today, but it always bears repeating. Tell me again,” Justin smiled and licked his lips.
“You’re beautiful Justin. You’re like something out of a fairy tale. Pale white skin, like fine china. Red lips, piercing blue eyes. Your body is perfect, perfectly mine. I want to be inside you. I need to feel you swallow me,” Brian rasped as he looked adoring upon his lover.
“Nothing lasts forever Brian. I’ll lose my looks before you know it. Then I’ll just be pasty and need glasses. Not to mention my body will lose its grace! Then, you’ll want to be inside someone else…need someone else to swallow you,” Justin replied, honestly. Fear of losing Brian’s attentions and affections would always loom over his head. Ironic really. No matter how many times either of them said they’d never tire of each other, never tire of gazing upon the beauty within and all surrounding…they never felt secure.
“You will always be young and you’ll always be beautiful. So will I. A little birdie told me that. I believe him too. He’s a bad birdie sometimes, but he’s truthful. But, you’ll always be mine,” Brian whispered back to Justin and lay his body completely down on top of him, burying his face in Justin’s neck.
“I love you Brian,” Justin said smoothly as he exhaled.
“I count on that. I love you too, you know that,” Brian whispered again and began slow, languid strokes of his tongue on Justin’s ear. Sucking his lobe into his mouth, Brian nibbled and moved his hand down to rub the smooth skin of Justin’s stomach.
“You’ve no idea what you do to me Justin. I’d never leave the house, if I could get away with it. Your body does things to me…your face, gives me hope,” Brian said, more clearly now, no longer whispering. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you will never leave me. Tell me you love me!”
“I do love you Brian, I want only you. I only want you,” Justin said and bucked under Brian.
Brian reared back and sat on his haunches and looked down at Justin lying against the deep mahogany leather. The distressed leather gave Justin’s skin a more soft and glowing look. He then reached out and pulled Justin’s leg up and bathed his shin and calve with his tongue. He reached down and moved the other leg to lay off the edge of the loveseat, so that Justin was spread wide for him. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, stuck two fingers in and bathed them with saliva, pulling his fingers in and out, as he watched Justin shiver under his gaze. He held firmly to Justin’s leg and then moved his other hand down to Justin’s ass and sneaked a finger in. Their eyes were locked on each other and Brian watched how Justin sucked in a deep breath of air at the intrusion.
Spreading his cheeks with his thumb, Brian moved his other finger in and began to move in circles, massaging the tender, hot insides. As he looked down, he continued to lick and nibble at Justin’s leg, moving his foot closer to his mouth. Who said you couldn’t do two things at one time?
“Your breakfast is getting cold,” Justin smiled.
“Fuck breakfast. I have all I need, right here. Don’t you agree?” Brian asked and sunk his fingers deeper into Justin, eliciting a deep growl from the boy.
“Far be it from me to monitor your daily intake of vitamins and minerals. By all means, please c-c-c-continue,” Justin stuttered.
“T-T-T-That’s what I thought,” Brian laughed. He then pulled Justin’s foot to his mouth and sucked his big toe. Threading his fingers through the remaining four toes, he watched as Justin squirmed under his tongue and his fingers. This always brought a self-satisfied smirk from Brian.
As he chewed and nibbled on his toe, his fingers began to fuck Justin vigorously, he gained momentum and felt his chest splash with heat as his cock was calling to him. Justin was getting harder and harder by the second and his cock was curled up against his stomach.
“How does it feel Justin?” Brian asked, pulling the obstruction from his mouth.
“Don’t stop!” Justin yelled. Brian just laughed and moved his hand out from inside Justin to grab onto his cock, swirling the precum that was bubbling from Justin, around the tip.
“Did you say you wanted me to stop?” Brian smiled.
“Fuck no. You better not!” Justin yelled.
“Now Justin, you know what happens when people tell me not to do something,” Brian smirked.
Knowing that Brian was baiting him and yes, agreeably, telling Brian not to do something, was a sure fire way to have that something done…Justin begged. He brought his hand to his cock and started stroking it as he watched Brian.
“Don’t stop, please Brian. It feels so good,” he moaned and bit his lip. Well, that action shook Brian immensely and he moaned deeply and muttered a couple of profanities.
“Fuck this!” Brian growled and let go of Justin’s leg. He scooted himself down and grabbed onto Justin’s hips and jerked him upward. With Brian on his knees and the boy’s head practically upright on the couch, Brian shoved his face into Justin’s ass and began to devour him. Justin reached out and tried to grab onto something, but his hands kept sliding down the wall.
Brian was practically humming as he ate Justin out. Nipping and biting, sucking and eating, Brian was trancelike. Justin began to stroke himself furiously with one hand and then wrapping his fingers through Brian’s hair, pulling and tugging it. As Justin began to shake and moan, Brian reared his head up, dropped Justin and quickly latched onto his cock with his mouth. He found it hard to get comfortable in his position, so he threw himself on the floor, roughly jerking Justin around.
Brian yelled to him, “Give it to me. I want it!” and then pushed Justin’s legs apart and sucked him for all he was worth. Justin lay back against the couch, upright again and knocked his head against the wall as he felt Brian’s hot mouth on his cock. Brian reached up and grabbed onto Justin’s nipple ring and pulled hard. That set it in final motion, with Justin yelling and coming down Brian’s throat. Brian continued to suck and drink, growling and grasping at Justin’s chest.
Justin was almost crying, rolling his head back and forth, moaning Brian’s name over and over again.
When they both stopped shaking, Brian reared up on his knees and began jerking himself off as Justin watched. His eyes saucer like, as he watched Brian’s mouth hang open and his eyes close as he softly and breathily called Justin’s name. As Brian began to shake, his climax nearing, Justin pounced up and pushed Brian back onto the floor with a loud thud. Justin quickly latched onto Brian’s cock and moved his hands out of the way, taking Brian’s place. As Brian was about to shoot, Justin leaned down and took him in his mouth.
After the little break, they resumed breakfast, both very hungry by now. Justin lazily ate a Pop tart and drank some cherry Kool-aid he’d made that morning. Brian’s admonishment of the crap breakfast fell on deaf ears…as usual.
They’d showered briefly and then Brian broke out the suntan lotion. Or in Justin’s case, sun block. The mother of all sun block. The amounts he slathered on had to equal something in the range of SPF 1000. They gathered an ice chest and reading material, towels and chairs and made their way to the beach. It was empty mostly; only permanent residents walking the beach and riding horses up and down.
With the towels and chairs laid out, Justin began to strip and go into the water. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Later, I want to read a little. Go, I’ll watch you. Watch out for sharks though,” Brian winked. Not that either of them needed that little bit of baiting. For all their joking, they were both terrified of sharks. Something about the unknown and having a chunk of skin missing, seemed quite unattractive.
“Alright, but hurry up,” Justin smiled. He tentatively walked out, dipping his toe into the water, checking the temperature. “It’s kind of warm,” he called out.
Brian watched him walk from the surf…going farther and farther. “That’s far enough,” he called. Seeing the shirk in Justin’s shoulders, Brian smiled. Justin was such the little queen, rivaling only Gus. Both of their temper tantrums were enough to drive Brian crazy. Gus was truly his son and Justin had been around Brian far, far too long…just ask anyone…they’ll tell you.
Brian picked up his book, Atlas Shrugged, with its pages and cover dog-eared, and found his mark. He liked to terrorize Justin sometimes and ask, “Who is John Galt?” At first. Justin thought it was some new hot stud at the bars, or some new client of Brian’s. Getting a blank stare always, Brian said nothing. Just repeated the question. After a while, the only response Justin retorted with was, “Whom the fuck cares?”
It shocked Brian, that Justin had not read such a complex and amazing book. Ayn Rand wasn’t for everyone, but Justin would eventually be taken capture, if Brian had anything to do with it. If any of their friends had read it, it’d be between Ted and Justin. Emmett would sooner become butch than read the classic. Michael, well, let’s just say it’d take Michael too long. He sticks to books of the comical kind, you know, with colored pictures so he doesn’t get lost. Brian always looked at Michael and envisioned a thought bubble with a big question mark inside. Now Ted. Ted would read Ayn Rand. Thinking nothing of it being a classic, only that it was a must read for some list that he always tried to break out on. Surely Justin would pick up Atlas Shrugged or The Fountainhead, or Brian would tie him down and read it to him himself. He made a mental note. Justin would get culture and Brian would get kink.
Every few minutes, Brian would look up and see his boy frolicking in the waves, yelling and screaming…having fun. Brian would smile and shake his head.
Justin was having fun, more fun if Brian would only join him. Maybe he’d have to coax him into the water with the disposal of his trunks. Brian was so predictable. He’d tried calling to him a couple of times, “Brian! Come on!” Never let it be said, that Justin didn’t go berserker once in a while. But, as he watched Brian flip him off, he’d just laugh.
Justin dove under the foam and swam around a little, drinking too much of the salt water. All of a sudden, a big wave came and slammed into him and Justin lost his footing. He began to cough and drank in more seawater. As he coughed, he started to get sick and then before you know it, he was throwing up. Only, he was throwing up the red Kool-aid and Poptart. Now, for outward appearances, you see people throwing up in the surf alot…seawater not being too tasty, that is. But, for the past two years on beaches across America, it had been Jaws all over the place.
Brian looked up to gaze out at Justin and didn’t see him. He threw his book down and stood up, seeing a bob of a head and arms flailing. Then he saw it. He saw the red in the foam and muttered fuck and started running to the water. He was yelling and a fear gripped him.
Justin was trying to stand up, but still kept projectiling the red Kool-aid and crying. He was yelling a little bit, being thrown off from the water and his retching. Every time he started to get a good foothold, a wave would slam into him and send him back down, causing another wave of nausea. Brian would see this and could only imagine that a shark was ripping his boy to shreds. Justin could hear Brian calling to him and he managed some weak yells. Justin was tiring himself out and panicking. He gave no thought to calming down. He was afraid he was going to drown. The tide was low, so the waves were out further and the depth was deceiving. When Brian finally reached him, Brian’s face was frantic and his eyes as big as plates. He reached down and grabbed Justin with all his strength then went running for ankle deep water. He threw Justin down and was slapping his face, yelling at him. Okay…no one knows what to do in times like that, except get the fuck out of the water…right?
“Justin! Oh my God. Justin…are you okay? Where was it, did it bite you?” Brian was screaming.
He didn’t really take the time to look over Justin to check to see that he was perfectly fine…just stupid.
“Huh?” Justin asked, almost delirious. Then, projectiled…again. Brian yelled fuck a couple of ten times and went running for his mobile. He frantically dialed 911 and then went running back to Justin.
“Yeah, there’s been a shark attack!” As Brian yelled out the address and location of the beach he watched Justin roll around on the sand, calling to him. “I don’t know how big the fucker was, okay? Jesus, what am I, Jacques Cousteau? Get a fucking ambulance here now, before he bleeds to death!”
“Brian! I’m alright. What do you mean shark attack? Was there a shark? What the fuck?” Justin was coming around and heard Brian mention ‘shark’.
“Justin, not now. Just lay there, you’re covered in blood,” Brian winced and this drudged up painful memories. “Bite radius? What the fuck? I got a bite radius for you! There’s blood everywhere you stupid slag. Get your low paying ass out of there and get me some medical attention. RIGHTFUCKINGNOW!”
“Brian, its not blood. I’m okay. BRIAN!” Justin yelled and that got his attention. “Hang up the phone, tell them it’s a mistake. Brian! I’m fine!”
Brian looked at Justin finally. Entirely. He saw no open wounds, no nasty bite gashes. Just saw his lover looking like a wet rat with red streaks up and down his chest, stomach and down his trunks.
He quickly got off the phone, telling the dispatcher that there was a misunderstanding and hung up the phone.
“What the fuck Justin?” He picked the boy up and tried to wipe the sand off and then Justin turned around and projectiled again.
“You stupid shit! That’s Kool-aid?” Brian yelled.
“I got slammed by a wave and swallowed all that seawater. I got sick that’s all and then I couldn’t get out…I almost drowned,” Justin replied meekly, trying not to cry. He was sick and nauseous.
“Goddammit, do you know how much you scared the FUCK out of me? I thought you were getting attacked by a goddamn shark! Fucking Kool-aid Justin? I told you not to drink that for breakfast!” Brian roared.
“I know, I’m sorry. I almost DROWNED Brian,” Justin cried.
“I ought to take you back out there and drown you myself!” Watching Justin shake and look miserable, Brian relented and went to get a towel for him. As Justin leaned into him, very weak, Brian dried him off and hugged him. He kissed the top of his head and smiled. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”
“I don’t know,” Justin replied meekly again.
Brian picked him up and carried him from the beach and into the house, up the stairs and to the bath. He stood him up, next to the tub and turned on the water. Brian drew Justin’s trousers down and then helped him into the tub. When the water was filling the tub, he leaned down and kissed Justin’s cheek. He got up to move away and Justin reached out for him. “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to go get our stuff and then I’ll join you, okay? I’ll be right back,” Brian smiled. Justin nodded and watched him go.
Brian muttered under his breath, every step he took to the beach and retrieved their belongings. Now, for all outward appearances, you see people throwing a hissy fit. But, you never, and I mean never, see Brian Kinney throwing a hissy fit. It was one for the record books. He cursed, he trudged, he stomped his feet. Looking to the sky pleading and shaking his head. You’d think he’d had an outbreak of Tourettes. But, few people ever get to see, I mean, actually see the hissy fits Brian Kinney has that are caused by none other than Justin Taylor.
Relief that Justin was okay, anger that his stupidity let this happen and thankfulness that Justin was his. He had to smile. This could have happened to no one else. Life with Justin would definitely be an adventure. They’d always had their ups and downs and now, the track seemed to be cleared of all obstructions. Just smooth sailing. An occasional bump in the road of this magnitude was doable. He found himself laughing. Brian looked around to see if anyone noticed his outburst and quickly composed himself. He resolved to start the literary lesson tonight, whether the little shit liked it or not.
When Brian put the stuff down in the living room, he ran up the stairs laughing and then rushed into the bathroom to find Justin curled up against the side of the tub, whimpering.
“Justin, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Brian asked, reaching out.
“You yelled at me! I almost drowned and got sick and you were yelling at me!” Justin yelled.
“I thought you were being attacked by a shark Justin. I think I get a pass this time. You should have seen it. It was like out of a movie. Couldn’t have been scripted better. You were flailing about and then barfing up red stuff!” Brian laughed, trying to get a smile out of Justin.
“Yeah, well. Happy to amuse you, you asshole!” Justin defiantly growled.
“Oh come on. Don’t be mad. I’m the one who should be mad. What about me? No hero award for bravely trudging out there, risking losing my dick to Jaws?” Brian joked and pulled down his trunks to enter the bath.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Justin glared.
“Uh, getting in the bathtub,” Brian replied.
“Ah, no you’re not. I’m mad at you,” Justin retorted.
“Well, you’ll just have to be mad. Move over,” Brian smirked.
Justin begrudgingly moved to let Brian in the tub, but kept as close to his side as possible and hissed liked he was being burned at the stake when Brian touched him. That got him a slap on the thigh and a eye roll of the highest magnitude.
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Brian grabbed onto Justin and brought him into this chest. He moved the boy between his legs and reached up for the washcloth. He dipped it into the water and began washing Justin. At first, Justin was hesitant, but no one stands a chance with Brian Kinney, now do they?
Brian smiled as Justin relaxed against him and let Brian wash him. The water was warm and calming. They sat there until the water was close to the ledge and then Justin reached up to turn it off.
“I’m sorry,” Justin stammered.
“It’s okay. Shit happens, right? At least you didn’t puke on me,” Brian smiled.
“Yeah, I guess,” Justin smiled and leaned into Brian’s shoulder.
“You really freaked me out Justin,” Brian whispered. “I thought I was gonna lose you. Again.”
“Never. Super Dick to the rescue right?” Justin laughed.
Brian was silent.
Justin turned to look at Brian and saw that his eyes were downcast and he was serious.
“I was only joking Brian. You saved me…again. That’s not lost on me. You are my hero,” Justin smiled and turned Brian’s face to his.
“I was only protecting what’s mine, right? Fuck a shark,” Brian whispered.
“Thank you Brian. I’ll listen to you next time, I promise,” Justin replied.
“No, you won’t. But that’s okay. I can’t tell you what to do. I love you, you know that right? I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Brian replied and leaned his head against Justin’s.
“You’ll never have to worry about that,” Justin smiled.
They sat in silence for a while and then bathed each other. Getting out and drying each other off, they went and lie in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
When Justin woke up, it was dark outside and Brian wasn’t in the bed with him. He got dressed and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He slowly made his way down the stairs and walked into the living room. He saw the table was set and could see Brian outside, at the grill. Brian cooked. The thought mildly amused Justin and frightened him a little. He went to check the oven and saw the artichoke quiche cooking and a Caesar salad in the refrigerator. He walked back out in the living room and peeked out the window. Brian was standing in front to the grill, cooking steaks. He had a glass of wine and a joint. Justin smiled. He walked out and stood behind Brian, and wrapped his arms around him.
“Finally awake huh?” Brian asked, leaning into Justin.
“Yeah, what time is it?” Justin asked and kissed Brian’s back, through his t-shirt.
“I guess it’s about 8 or so. Are you hungry?” Brian asked.
“I’m starving. Thanks for letting me sleep,” Justin smiled and moved around to face Brian.
“You looked worn out,” Brian replied and pulled Justin to his side.
“Smells good and looks good. I’m a little scared,” Justin laughed.
Brian laughed and thunked Justin on top of his head with the tongs.
“Hand me the pan, will you?” Brian asked and received it from Justin.
They walked inside and began to bring the rest of the food to the table. As Justin went to pour himself a glass of wine, Brian told him he’d made some iced tea instead. “No more red liquids…please,” Brian shuddered. “And, no more fucking Pop Tarts.” Then Brian poured them each a glass and came to the table. Justin smiled.
The dinner was surprisingly good. Brian had foregone waiting for Justin to get up and decided to pull some weight around the house. Not that this would be an everyday occurrence, just every once in a while…and it would be appreciated.
Over dinner, they talked about next week and what to expect. Brian mentioned having Christmas at the house this year. Lindsey and Melanie could bring Gus and have a room; Debbie and Vic could come…along with Jennifer and Molly. The boys could stay at a hotel in town…not up for discussion. He’d have to take out extra insurance if they stepped foot across the threshold again. They laughed recounting the kitchen fire and the 3 Hour Tour they took.
Justin imagined decorating the house up for Christmas, with Brian and he going to pick out a tree. They laughed and joked about having the house full of their family and friends. No, Brian wasn’t playing Santa for anyone. Not even for Gus. Brian doesn’t do fat, remember? Ted would do it, whether he liked it or not.
In two weeks Justin would be back for the weekend to be here for the furniture delivery and Brian said he’d drive down that Saturday.
”How are you going to get down here if I have the Jeep?” Justin asked.
“We won’t have the Jeep anymore,” Brian replied.
“Well, I know you have super powers, but I don’t. What the hell are you talking about Brian?” Justin asked.
“I’ll be driving my new vehicle and you’ll be driving yours,” Brian smiled.
“What? You bought me a car?!” Justin shrieked.
“Calm down. No, I didn’t buy you a car,” Brian smiled.
“Huh?” Justin asked, perplexed. “I know you like to think I’m like your little Yahweh in training, but I’m not. Just tell me and quit fucking around!”
“God, are you sure you scored a 1500 and not a 15?” Brian smirked.
“Brian, I know I can read you most of the times, but you’re making no fucking sense,” Justin heaved.
“Watch your mouth at the table young man,” Brian smiled.
“Whatever. Just tell me what the hell you’re talking about,” Justin pleaded.
“We bought you a Land Rover,” Brian said, like it was nothing.
“We who?” Justin asked.
“Me and you, that’s who. We. Don’t you know your pronouns?” Brian smirked.
“You bought me a fucking Land Rover? Jesus Christ Brian! I don’t need that. I’m trying to save to buy my own car,” Justin got angry.
“No partner of mine is driving a Gremlin Justin. Or a fucking Honda. Please,” Brian shuddered.
He received a glare and a flick of the wrist for that.
You’re pissed at me? What the fuck for? I thought you’d be happy,” Brian said and threw his napkin down.
“I’m extremely happy at the gesture Brian. But, this is exactly why people think I’m with you…for the money. I’d rather walk. No, I’d rather ride down here on a bus…or with Michael,” Justin yelled.
“Fuck me. Sorry I tried to make you happy. Forget it, I’ll call the dealership Friday!” Brian yelled and got up from the table.
“Brian wait! You don’t understand. I love you. Not your money. Don’t you get it? You’ve already bought the house…that’s enough. It’s too much, actually,” Justin whispered.
“It’s never too much Justin and it never will be. I have the money. And, if I have the money,
WE have the money. You and me. I can fucking buy anything I want and for whoever I want. What people think, I give a fuck. All that matters is what I want and what you want. Don’t you get it?” Brian asked, hand on his hip, the other gripping his temple.
“I don’t need it, Brian,” Justin replied and moved to stand in front of him.
“I do Justin. Okay? I do. I want what I want and no one is going to stop me. If I want to buy you a house, a fucking car, whatever…I will. Don’t just think it’s all for you. It’s not. It’s for me too. It makes me happy,” Brian replied.
“Okay. Just so you know, I’m happy being chauffeured around by you. I’m happy coming home and sharing my life with you. I’m happy just being with you…Brian Kinney. Not Brian Kinney’s back account,” Justin replied.
“I know you’re hung up on the money. I know you want to contribute, and you will. Later. Right now, just let me live my life with you in it and let me do what I want to do with my money. I promise you, you’ll be taken care of,” Brian smiled and leaned down to buss Justin on the lips.
“Leather?” Justin smiled.
“What?” Brian asked.
“Leather…is it fully loaded with leather?” Justin smiled.
“What do you think?” Brian smiled.
“What color?” Justin beamed.
“What do you think?” Brian beamed back.
“So, its black. Fully loaded with leather interior,” Justin thought aloud.
“But, you’re insuring it yourself. I will go bankrupt insuring, “Mr.- Vehicular-Homicide-Waiting-To- Happen”…you’re on your own with that monthly payment. And, you can’t have my parking space either. Don’t fucking let me catch you parking there!” Brian spat.
“What did you get you?” Justin asked.
“I’m thinking of a 740…what do you think?” Brian asked, deep in thought.
“A 740? A fucking BMW 740? Hello. How much money do we actually have Brian?” Justin shook his head.
“Oh, so NOW it’s we, huh? Wouldn’t you like to know sonny boy. Wouldn’t you like to know,” Brian laughed.
Justin smiled and yelled “Race you upstairs!” and then took off. Brian stood still. The chase…it was all about the chase with Justin. With Brian, it was more of a race. But, Brian had given that up a long time ago really. Like the turtle and the hare. It never mattered who got where first. That didn’t matter. It only mattered what happened after that.
After 30 minutes of Brian reading Atlas Shrugged, Justin was begging for relief. “That’s so not fair! That fucker John Galt doesn’t even exist? Nice Brian. Nice!” So, they decided to play strip Battleship. Justin got sunk. Or rather, Brian got sunk. It depends on how you look at. No one was complaining, all I’m saying.
Tomorrow, they’d close up the house and drive back to Pittsburgh, asking Daniel and Patrick to keep an eye on things. Friday would be the first day back to work, which would undoubtedly mean a week’s worth of backlog, listening to Gardner bitch and complain. School would be starting soon. Brian had a lot of new accounts to work on. Just getting back into the groove of things. You know, daily ass chewings from Lindsey and Melanie. Chasing the holy terror that was Brian’s spawn, around the loft as he giggled and squirted $100 bottles of anti-aging cream in every possible direction. Being smacked upside the head from Deb. Getting the smirk from Vic, as he cut his eyes at you under those reading glasses. Listening to the boys rave about the latest bullshit, begging for their next invitation…that would definitely get lost in the mail. You know, the good stuff. It’d be good to be back home.
A funny thing happened though when they got back. A sterling silver frame of Brian and Justin on the boat, was sitting on Brian’s bedside table. They were both smiling and looking at each other. Black and white. Michael had taken the picture, unbeknownst to them. You could see the sun breaking through a cloud and their eyes pierced tightly on each other. Their arms were draped casually around each other. You couldn’t have asked for a better Kodak moment. Wonder what they were talking about?
A note was placed under the frame, to Brian and Justin.
~Here’s to new beginnings and to the great love of your lives. Here’s to friends and many happy times. The road less traveled is definitely the road paved in gold. Here’s to getting away from it all and finding everything and more~
Love to the both of you,
Your Friend,
Michael
They both smiled and laughed. Justin reached for the phone and dialed Michael’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hey Mikey!” they both yelled into the phone.