GAFIA Part 3


The next morning Brian arose early and went downstairs to get some coffee to bring to the upstairs kitchen.  They had forgotten to transfer some groceries upstairs, and Brian cursed while making the trek downstairs.  He was tired from anguishing all night about Michael and why he would spy on him and Justin.  Upon entering the kitchen he saw Michael eating cereal at the counter.  Brian froze.

"You're up early," Michael looked up at Brian as the man walked passed.

Hearing no response Michael tried again.  "Good morning."

"Is it?" Brian spat.  He moved to the cabinets to grab a bag of coffee, all the while keeping his back to Michael.

"What's your problem?  Stay up too late fucking?" Michael laughed.

"You would know, huh Michael?" Brian turned, facing his friend.

"What?" Michael responded.  His face suddenly turning crimson.  Oh God.

Letting that sink in, Brian turned back around, took the bag of coffee and went back upstairs.  Michael just sat there.  There is no way Brian saw me...no way.

Walking into the upstairs kitchen, Brian grabbed two cups from the cabinets and started the coffee.  Justin was still asleep and Brian wanted to bring him coffee in bed. A headache raged inside his head.  Michael, ever naive in his manner, had actually baited Brian without even knowing it.  He would deal with it later.

Feeling someone staring at him, "Awake already, sleeping beauty?"

"Brian?" Michael spoke.

Tensing at the voice, he turned around quickly, "What the fuck are you doing up here Michael?  I thought I told you and the boys not to come up here?"

"Are you angry with me for something?" Michael asked timidly.  Like a stupid child who knew he was caught, but couldn't help walking into the fire.

"Yeah, and you know what for! I will not ask you again Michael...go downstairs.  I will deal with you later," Brian growled.

Just then, Justin walked out of the bedroom and both men turned to see him.  Justin had his robe on, but it wasn't tied and hanging open.

"Jesus Justin, cover yourself!" Brian yelled.

Seeing Michael, Justin hurriedly closed his robe and said, "How was I supposed to know he was there?"

"You couldn't know, because he isn't supposed to be.  Not here in this kitchen, not here on this floor, not here in this fucking house.  Go downstairs now Michael!" Brian yelled.

Michael retreated back down the hall and the stairs.  Brian walked him and Justin back to their bedroom.

"What's the matter with you and Michael?" Justin asked as Brian shut the door.

"Nothing...don't worry about it," Brian replied and lay Justin down on the bed.

"Guess your booby traps didn't work, huh?"  Justin smiled.

"No talk about boobies and traps...you're making my dick soft.  I made coffee, want some?" Brian smiled.

"That would be wonderful," Justin replied and snuggled closer to Brian.  "I woke up and you were gone...I missed you," he added.

"I wasn't far. Here, let me up...I will get the coffee," Brian whispered and kissed Justin as he got up.  Brian padded down the hall and retrieved the coffees.

Upon entering, he saw Justin stretching on the bed and the sight of all that skin stirred in his groin.  Justin saw him and smiled.

"Did you sleep well?" Justin purred.

"A little, not much.  I am still tired," Brian replied back, smiling.

"You seemed pretty worn out, why didn't you wake me?" Justin questioned.

"You almost wore me out, you little nymph. You looked too peaceful, thought I'd let you get your beauty rest," Brian whispered and laid his lips on Justin's.

They shared some intimate kisses and caresses before drinking their coffee.

"Wow, looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.  Are you up for some swimming?" Justin asked as he lay in Brian's arms.

"Maybe in the pool, not in the ocean.  No thanks.  Let the boys get ripped apart by Jaws, not me," Brian replied laughing.

"I'll rip you apart," Justin smirked and bit at Brian's nipple.

"Maybe they will get swept out to sea and left alone on some deserted island...and eaten by headhunters, one can only hope," Brian waxed rhapsodically.

Laughing they both snuggled into each other and tried to catch a catnap for an hour or so. Thoughts of shrunken heads, the men a feast...sitting in a huge cauldron, boiling to death, invaded Brian's head. He hoped Michael would be eaten first.

Downstairs Ted and Emmett were waking up and hungry.  Michael was back at the counter reading a magazine and they made small talk.

"Did Justin buy pancake mix?" Emmett asked to no one in particular as he searched the pantry.

"Yeah, I put up a box of buckwheat mix last night, on the top shelf," Ted replied.

"Here's the mix and the bacon.  Michael, do you want any?" Emmett asked.

"No, I had cereal.  I will have some juice though.  There are fresh oranges in the fruit basket," Michael replied.

"Teddy, you might want to turn that flame down under the bacon...it seems a little high," Emmett said, through a Pop Tart. Ted evidently didn't hear Emmett.

As the men milled around and fixed breakfast, they got into a discussion about the day's activities. The bacon was cooking on high and the pancakes were spilling over the griddle. 

"You know, we should go swimming, it looks great out there.  Look at the waves breaking," Emmett smiled.

"I hate the beach. My mom used to take me when I was little.  I always got buried in the sand by the older boys, those pricks.  They flirted to get me to lay down and then they always left me there," Ted thought on fondly. Rejection had started early for Ted.

"I've never been to the beach.  We only swam in creeks and rivers in Hazlehurst.  Nothing there but gars and cottonmouths.  I got chased out of the water a couple of times by those slithery things!" Emmett recalled.

"Chased by slithery things?  And you ran away?" Michael laughed and Emmett smiled.

"Plus, like clockwork, I inevitably got stung by jellyfish. My mom would pour meat tenderizer all over me and the kids would laugh at me, 'cause I would swell up," Ted recalled.  Good times.

"Aren't you supposed to pee on a jellyfish sting? I think I read that somewhere," Emmett replied.

"Where in Cosmo?  Marie Claire?" Ted asked, shocked at Emmett's intelligent reply.

"Well, no fear there honey.  I know Brian would gladly piss on you," Emmett replied, snarking off the magazine comments.

The men were in total agreement on that.

All of a sudden the kitchen and living room clouded with smoke.  The bacon had caught on fire and the burner with the griddle was smoking.  One...two...three.  The smoke detector went off and rang loudly throughout the house.

"Oh shit!  Open the backdoor!  Hurry!" Ted yelled.

"Do something Teddy!  I can't die in a fire!  I am not dressed!  My hair isn't done!" Emmett screamed. He reached up to pull the clips out of his hair and stuffed them into his pajama pockets.  He ran to the room to throw all his clothes into his suitcase and went into a trance of some sort.  Suddenly the lyrics, "Burn this mother down" came to him and he absent-mindly hummed the tune.

"Emmett, none of that matters, you will be burned to a crisp...beyond all recognition...fuck your hair! Get back in here!" Ted shot back.

"Michael, you were a Boy Scout right? Do something!" Ted screamed.

"I failed Fire Safety!" Michael shot back.

Are we not surprised?

Upstairs Brian and Justin were jolted awake by the blaring detectors.

"What the fuck?  Jesus fucking Christ! They are going to burn my fucking house down! Fucking pyros!" Brian growled.

"God Brian, what is going on?" Justin awoke sleepily.

"Hurry, get dressed.  The whole downstairs is probably on fire, those fucking idiots," Brian yelled to him.

Brian remembered that Michael lit the Scout Master and their tent on fire during Fire Safety and was suspended from overnight camping trips...forever.  Michael couldn't even tie knots; he always relied on Brian for the buddy system.  We won't even go into the class on pitching tents, let's just say that Michael failed that as well. Two kids had to be rushed to the Emergency Room for eye injuries.

Michael was running around, not knowing what to do.  He went over to the faucet and ran water into a glass.  He hurriedly threw it on the pan of bacon.  The fire flew up, scorched the vent-a-hood and crackled.

"Jesus Michael!" Ted yelled.  Emmett was back and running in place and freaking out. The men could do nothing but stare and cackle.

Brian and Justin came down.  Brian was yelling, seeing the fire on the stove and ran over to the pantry and grabbed a bag of flour.  Ripping it open he threw flour on the burners and the fire died. He turned the burners off and threw the pans into the sink.

The alarm continued to blare and Brian went around opening windows.  He was beyond pissed.  Justin just sat back, thought it best not to say a word.  He knew when to avoid Brian and his wrath...amazingly, the boys hadn't learned yet. 

"Hey Brian, uh...sorry about that.  I don't know what happened.  All of a sudden the pan was on fire," Ted said squeamishly.

"Well Ted, when you cook bacon on high and leave it, fire tends to happen," Brian raged.  He had his hand to his temple and was tightening the robe around his waist.

"Clean up this fucking mess.  Do not go near the stove again, or I will light you on fire myself," Brian replied, yanking Justin up the stairs with him.

Amidst calls of "I'm sorry Brian" and "Please don't be mad", they walked up the stairs.

Back in their room Brian threw himself on the bed.  "Justin, can you get me some Advil or something?"

"Sure, be right back.  Do you want some water?" Justin asked, feeling sorry for his lover.  Brian was already worn out. Having to deal with this, Brian's head was pounding more and he was livid.

"No, will you get me a glass of whiskey?" Brian winced.

"Its only 730 am, Brian," Justin replied quietly.

Brian got up and shot Justin a look and said, "It is Beam-thirty, as far as I am concerned," and he lay back down. Surely his fire marshal tactics earned him a drink, even if it was a little early.

Justin went back downstairs and retrieved a bottle for Brian.  The boys were cleaning up the kitchen and saw Justin.  "Is he mad?" Emmett asked.

"That is an understatement.  It's best if you don't say anything to him for a while, okay?" Justin smiled.

"He'll get over it.  Its just a rent house, no big deal," Michael replied, defiantly.  He didn't need Justin to tell him how to handle Brian.

"Actually Michael, no it isn't.  This is Brian's house...our house.  He bought it last week.  So, we don't appreciate it practically being burned down," Justin shot back.  He got the bottle and went back upstairs.

The men all looked at each other and were speechless...for once.

Justin came back upstairs and poured the whiskey into an iced glass and went to their bedroom.  He heard the shower running.  He set the drink on the armoire and got the Advil.  He carried the tablets into the bathroom and sat down, watching Brian shower.  His head was against the tile and he looked miserable.  Slowly Justin took off his robe and opened the shower door. 

"Do you want this now?" Justin smiled, signaling to the tablets in his palm.

"No...I want you now," Brian replied, looking at Justin and pulling the boy into the shower, the tablets went flying.

They didn't fuck, just fooled around.  They washed each other's bodies and hair and caressed each other.
As Brian was washing Justin, he noticed how the boy winced and jumped at the intrusion in his hole.

"Are you sore?  Did I hurt you last night?" Brian asked, concerned.

"A little, but I am fine," Justin replied, leaning into Brian's chest, relishing the feel of his lover's arms sweeping his body.

"You should have told me.  I didn't mean to get so rough...you just feel so good. I can't help myself," Brian replied, kissing Justin's neck and gripping the boy in his arms.  He never wanted to hurt Justin physically or mentally ever again.  This was a new beginning for them.  All demons exorcised for both of them, banished forever.

Justin turned to face Brian and looked up into his lover's eyes.  "It's okay...it felt great.  You never hurt me Brian, I love it.  We just have to take it easy today," Justin smiled and brought Brian's lips to his.

"It did feel good, too good.  I'm sorry Justin," Brian replied between kisses.  They smiled at each other and continued cleaning up.

They brushed teeth and applied moisturizers.  Brian was a beauty boutique matron's dream. The counter had bottles upon bottles lined up.  Clarins, Kiehls, vitamins, hair gels, soaps...you name it.  They exited the bathroom and went to change into their clothes for the day.  Justin asked Brian not to shave, he liked him a little rough looking.  Justin didn't shave either.  These clothes would undoubtedly be shucked off a couple of times.

"Want to take a walk on the beach after we get something to eat?" Justin asked, pulling on his cargo shorts.

Brian walked over to the armoire and brought the glass to his lips.  "Where's the Advil?" He asked before he took a drink.

"They flew out of my hand, let me get you some more," Justin smiled and retrieved the bottle.  Handing the man two tablets, he leaned up and gave him a quick kiss.

The pills taken and the glass drained, Brian pulled a pair of linen shorts on and reached for his linen shirt. 

"You look so good in white.  I wish I would have gone to Miami with you, I bet you looked so hot. The men must have been waiting in line," Justin smiled.

"I look the same as I did then, no difference.  We'll go next year, I promise. I always look hot...so do you.  Come here," Brian smiled and beckoned the boy to his side.  He held the boy's face in his hands and ran his thumbs over Justin's red lips. He remembered feeling lonely without Justin with him in Miami.  The trolling was mute, nothing could satiate his hunger except for Justin.

"You look hot...too hot," and Brian pushed his tongue through the red lips as they stood kissing while their roaming hands slid over each other's body.  The moment was heated and Brian pushed Justin over to lean against the bed.  Justin reached out and grabbed one of the four posts, to steady himself. 

Brian got on his knees and roughly ripped open the Velcro of the shorts.  Does anything Justin wear contain a zipper? He kissed the skin above Justin's waist and reached in to unleash the boy’s cock.  He stroked the cock slowly, looking up to see the rapture in the blonde's face.  Justin's legs were shoulder-width apart and his grip on the post was tightening.  His head lolled back, his eyes closed, he continuously licked his lips.  He emitted soft gasps and low moans as his lover gently stroked him.

Brian continued kissing the soft white skin and then laid his tongue into the boy’s navel, bathing it with saliva.  Hearing the moans, he moved his head down and took Justin into his mouth.  His hands gripped the skin of his hips and pulled the boy closer.  Brian sucked the cock into his mouth and his tongue curled over the tip.  He opened his mouth as wide as possible and let the cock slide deeper into his mouth and down his throat.  He moaned himself, and listened to the cries coming from Justin as the humming made his cock tingle.   Justin was begging now and Brian heard his pleas.

Brian let Justin slip from his mouth and stood up, leaning down to kiss those swollen red lips.  "You are so hot...your cock tastes so good Justin.  Are you going to give me my breakfast?" he whispered and his hands snaked back down and wrapped around the boy's cock.  Justin was teetering back and forth, trying to steady himself with the other hand, grabbing onto Brian's shoulder.

"Lean back...on the bed.  Let me have you," Brian whispered and pushed Justin back down on the bed.  "Spread your legs...I am going to take your shorts off.  Relax, baby," Brian purred.  As he bent back down to get on his knees, he roughly pulled the shorts off and pushed Justin's legs apart wider. 

"I am going to suck you so good...you're gonna love it.  I want it...now relax and give it to me," Brian commanded.

Justin lay back and gripped the down comforter in each hand and felt his lover take him again in his mouth.
The smooth confines of Brian's mouth were so hot and tantalizing.  He felt his tongue sweep over the head and suck him in.  The slight pressure and Brian's hands caressing his balls caused his stomach to knot and jump.

"Yeah, take me deeper.  Suck it...harder.  Oh God...faster Brian...," Justin rasped.

Brian stopped to tell his lover, "Tell me what you want...talk to me, I like it.  Tell me, dirty boy," and then sucked the head of Justin's cock.

"Fuck me with your mouth...I am going to shoot so far down your throat...harder, faster...Oh God," Justin screamed.

Then at once, his body convulsed and Brian sucked him deeper into his mouth.  Justin heard Brian cry and moan, pleasure obvious at the treat he was being given.  Brian continued to suck the liquid down his throat and asked for more with his groans and grips of his hand.  When no more came, Brian pulled back, grabbed the boy in his hands and licked him clean.

They both sat up and let their breathing and pulse rates come to within normal and kissed for a minute.  They finished getting dressed and played around with each other in a sweet and 'loverly' way.  Checking their appearances, they went to join the men downstairs.

The men were still cleaning and picking up the mess in the kitchen. Flour was still everywhere and Emmett had on rubber gloves scrubbing the stove and the burners.

"I'm going to grab a Pop Tart and some juice, and then we'll go okay?" Justin asked of Brian.

"Sure, will you make me a glass as well?" Brian asked, smiling.  Brian moved over to the couch in the den and turned on CNN.  As he sat there, he saw Michael glancing at him from the recliner.

"Brian, do you want something to eat?" Ted asked, politely.

Brian smirked and replied, "I ate already."  Justin blushed and smiled.

"Can I help you with something?" Brian dared to ask.

"Where are you going?  Can we come too?" Michael asked.

"Away from you guys and no," Brian retorted.  He reached up for the juice Justin offered and they sat on the couch, holding hands.

Emmett and Ted talked about going into town to get souvenirs and Michael joined them in the kitchen, pissed at being excluded all around.

"Why don't you guys go swimming?  I am sure the water's great," Justin chimed in, through the Pop Tart.

Brian conjured up visions of a shark attack; hopefully they would be ripped to shreds. Then he smiled thinking that of all of them, Ted would be the sole survivor...being rejected once again, by a shark.

"We'll be having steaks and tails for dinner, so would you please...if you can do it without fucking it up, take the meat out of the freezer later?  See, there's something you can do," Brian drilled at Michael.

"Sure," was all Michael said.

"Alright, let's go," Brian, said to Justin and they went out on the deck and took the back stairs down to the beach.

Coming home to an empty house a couple of hours later, Brian and Justin were exhausted.  They had built sand castles, or actually Justin had.  Brian only retrieved the water to pack the sand.  The wrestled in the surf and sand and walked leisurely.  They noticed some other residents down about a mile and had a polite conversation with a young male couple.  An invite to attend drinks and hor's d'ouevrs for the next evening was extended to Brian and Justin and their housemates, if they so chose.

While they were gone, Ted, Emmett and Michael had gone into town and did some shopping.  They picked up a few things that were ignored at the grocery and bought a few movies to watch while they were there.  They did get a flat on the way home and were stranded temporarily.  As Ted took the nuts off the tires, he palmed them as he came around to receive the jack from Michael and they bumped into each other.  The nuts went flying and Michael got bruised with the jack.  They spent the next forty-five minutes searching for the nuts on the pavement and in the grass. Emmett tried to flag down a ride...no such luck.  Serves them right. 

"Let's get cleaned up and relax, huh?" Justin asked, coming into the bedroom.

"Start the shower for us," Brian replied.

The water running the men took their second shower of the day...one more to go later.  They had gotten a little sunburned in their frolic and they took turns applying aloe to the red skin.  This turned into a luxurious massage for both and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

They awoke a couple of hours later and were feeling a little frisky.  As Brian pulled Justin to him, he lay a hand over the boy's body, to stroke his mid-afternoon hard on. He lay kisses on Justin's skin and bathed his neck with his tongue.  Turning to Brian, Justin looked into his eyes and told him what he wanted.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," Brian whispered.

"I need you," was all Justin replied.

Brian moved to lay between Justin's legs and pulled them gently apart.  He reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the lube.  Squeezing a generous amount into his palm he then squirted some into Justin's hole, more than usual.  He didn't want this to be painful, he wanted Justin to feel exactly as he did...mesmerized and choked with ecstasy.  Brian then bathed his cock in the gel and stroked himself; he was already at full length.

He slowly bore down into Justin's chest and kissed him gently.

"Make love to me Brian," Justin declared and brought his arms around Brian's neck, pulling him closer.

"Always," Brian replied.

Justin's legs wrapped around Brian's waist and pulled the man down.  Brian slowly pushed into Justin, feeling the resistance as he broke through the ring.  He paused and looked at Justin for permission to go deeper and continue.  He received it with a kiss and he began slowly pushing further into the boy.  They moaned into each other's mouth at the feeling. So tight, so hot, so unrelenting.  It was beyond pleasure, it was an obsession.  Brian slowly withdrew and began long, slow thrusts into Justin.  Justin gripped Brian's forearms and his feet locked around each other more tightly, joining them.  An unbreakable bond. 

Justin reached a hand up and began to twist at Brian's hard nipples, and leaning into bite them.  He languidly moved his tongue around them and sucked them into his mouth.  He could tell by his lover's moans that it was appreciated.  Brian lolled his head around and it began to almost bob as he lost himself in his delving motions.

The heat began rose in the room between the two bodies.  Brian's cried out his love for Justin, telling him that he'd never felt this way...ever.  He would never feel this way for anyone again.  That no one could make Brian feel this way...the torture, willing the sweet release.  Justin cried his own admissions of love, commitment, sanctity...forever.  Brians face would mask in a clouded, wild appearance when he was near the goal.  He would bite his lip and suck in little gasps of air and his grip would tighten on Justin, his eyes fluttered and his chest would stain crimson.

As they both began the descent, their sweat-slicked bodies were burning into each other.  Brian couldn't get enough of Justin's mouth, his tongue, and his lips.  He grunted and growled as he ground into Justin and began a circular motion of his hips...signaling the completion.  Justin rode it out, his mouth and speech frozen as he felt his lover come inside him.  The heat filling the inside of Justin ran straight to his heart and the look of utter commitment and gratitude washed over Brian.  They came at the same time, drenched in sweat and come.

They lay in a heap with limbs tangled together and teetered between exhaustion and sleep;  wanting to be in each other's arms... wet and sticky. Then they heard the downstairs door opening and voices and knew that they would have to get up soon.

"It was a mistake Brian, they didn't mean to do it.  Now we know we need flame retardant material and fire extinguishers around them at all times, that's all," Justin laughed, trying to lighten Brian's mood towards the men.

"I know they didn't mean it.  They can't do anything.  A black cloud follows them at all times, which right now, means it follows us.  I am shocked at Michael though...I don't know what is wrong with him," Brian replied,  knowing that he'd said more about Michael than he should.  He kept his and Michael's relationship close and didn't discuss either man with the other.  But, he needed to vent about Michael and Justin was his partner.  He would not however, ever discuss Justin with anyone...besides maybe Lindsey.

They got up and dressed and went downstairs.  Brian greeted a short hello to the guys and Justin went into the kitchen to start a salad.  As they were in the kitchen, Brian searched for the steaks and lobster tails. 

"Where is the meat?" he huffed.

"It's in the larger refrigerator, the one on the left," Ted called out.  "Hey, I called you.  Is your phone on?"

"Yeah, but it's in the Jeep," Brian replied.

"Well, we got a flat and got stranded for a while.  Doesn't Justin have a phone?" Michael piped up.

"Yes, he has a phone.  It is in the Jeep as well.  I see you made it," Brian replied, smartly.

"We just needed help, that's all," Michael replied, quietly.

"Well, what am I the burning bush?  I know a lot, but we don't have a psychic connection.  Can't you boys do anything right without something happening to you?  Should have called Captain Astro, oh right...he's dead.  Well, I turned in my cape," Brian shot back.

"I'll get the phones out of the Jeep after dinner, okay?" Justin said, trying to smooth things over.

"How about we just put a low jack on all of you, so we can keep track.  Or better yet, a leash. But, that would fuck up our vacation, more than it already is...wouldn't have any luck, if not bad," Brian replied to no one in particular, shaking his head.

And that conversation died quickly.

"Justin, can you start some garlic butter?" Brian asked and gave his boy a buss on the lips.

"We got some movies.  "Its a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" and "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane". Have you two seen those?" Emmett asked.

"What century were those made in?" Justin smiled and received a spank on the ass from Brian.

"I love Bette Davis, she is the Queen! And Joan, god I love Joan," Emmett raved.

"Too bad you couldn't find "The Bad Seed", Michael," Brian said, staring daggers at him.  Justin was a little uncomfortable at these volleys between Brian and his best friend.  He lightly touched Brian on the arm and gave him a shake.

"I really like Mr. Howell, he is so funny and Ethel, oh God, I love Ethel Merman," Ted quipped. 

"So, what did you guys do today, besides get a flat?" Justin asked as he crushed garlic.

"We went to a fabulous boutique and window shopped.  I love this quaint little town.  I expect to be invited back here very soon Brian.  Can't wait to have dinner parties with the patrons here," Emmett said as he sashayed into the kitchen.

Brian shot Justin a look, telling him that he was angry that Justin told the boys about the house.

"Where are you going Joan?" Brian said, stepping in front of Emmett, to block his passage into the kitchen.  He waved the butcher knife he had in his hand from cutting steaks. Emmett took note of the sharp objects Brian waved at him lately.

"I picked up some brochures about the area myself.  I am thinking about coming down here to go fishing or hunting," Ted chimed in.

"Well, this area is full of snipe.  You should have alot of luck Ted," Brian smiled.  Ted was such an easy target.

"Snipe?  What is that?  Is it a deer?" Ted inquired.  He knew the effort was futile when he asked Emmett and Michael.

"You'll figure it out Ted, don't worry," Brian laughed.

"What the hell is a snipe?" Ted muttered and shook his head.

"Maryland has a Comic Book convention every year, I might come down for that next time.  Maybe we could all make another trip," Michael smiled.  Brian grimaced.

"Brian, seriously, I just want something to drink.  Are you sure I can't help?" Emmett replied, snarkily.

"None of you are coming near the stove until we all have helmets and protective gear on...so get your drink and get out," Brian huffed.

"Anyone up for a little Truth or Dare later?" Ted asked.

"I'll play," Justin said.

"I'll play. Uh, guys...have you ever played Truth or Dare with Brian?" Michael asked, he remembered all the devious deeds he had to pull playing the game with Brian when they were youths.  But, he wanted to smooth things over between him and his friend.

"God, what are we 12? What's next, Spin the Bottle," Brian asked.

Brian stood for a minute contemplating the fairness of it.  As the men smiled amongst themselves, the thought of the delicious dares Brian could muster up finally swayed him.  "Fine, okay," he smirked.

As the steaks and tails cooked on the grill outside, Justin brought Brian a drink and stood next to him on the deck. Emmett poked his head out and asked if he could join them on the 'veranda'.  The shook their head in agreement and he came outside. 

"I made daiquiris," Emmett smiled.

"What kind?" Justin asked.

"Banana...your favorite honey," Emmett smiled back.

"Thanks Emmett," Justin replied and went inside to make himself one.

When Justin went inside he saw Michael and Ted milling around and asked them to join outside.  They quickly got up and went.

Ted went to the hammock and tried to get in...four different times.  A yelp and a thud were heard, over and over again.  His foot was stuck and he flipped around.  His head got caught in the rope somehow and he twisted himself into a knot. 

Brian just shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you to get a helmet?"

As Justin came out, he ran over to Ted and helped the man extricate himself from the hammock.  He then walked over to Brian and handed him a drink.

"Thanks baby," Brian smiled.

"Here's your cigarettes and I brought you a joint," Justin said, reaching into his pocket. 

"Light it for us," Brian said and took a much-needed drink.

They shared the joint between them and watched the sun set on the horizon.  Brian flipped the steaks and wanted to burn the boy's share, on purpose, but Justin wouldn't let him.  Justin had prepared a homemade Ceaser salad, and sourdough was cooling in the kitchen.  The baked potatoes, steak and tails were ready and they brought them into the dining room.  Ted had picked up the most expensive bottles of white and red wine to make amends and the men enjoyed their dinner.  Brian seemed to lighten up a little from the wine and joint and the fullness of his stomach.

"Well Ted, well done.   At least it isn't the Boone's Farm you brought to Mikey's party last year, " Brian quipped.

The boys offered up to clean the kitchen and amidst pleas of begging not to burn the house down, they got it clean in record time.  More wine was consumed and a pall of lighthearted humor and smart retorts took over.

Coming into the living room, they all took their seats around the room.  Brian and Justin took over the leather loveseat, Emmett sat in the overstuffed chair, Ted in the wingback and Michael sat alone on the couch. The stereo was on, low for ambiance and some candles were lit.  Each had a glass of wine and Brian sat blowing smoke rings above him.

"Who wants to start?" Justin asked.

"I will," Emmett asked.

"Brian...Truth or Dare," Emmett asked.

"Truth," Brian replied.

"How many men have you fucked," Emmett smiled. 

Brian, feeling Justin squirm next to him, thought about asking for a dare instead, but grabbed Justin's hand in his and smiled quickly to the boy to reassure him.  "Uh, I don't know...5,000 maybe," Brian winced. After he said that, he leaned over and whispered to Justin, "5000 and it stays that way.  4,999 meant nothing."

The room fell silent.  That number was quite plausible.

"Okay, Ted...Truth or Dare," Brian asked.

"Truth," Ted said, remembering Michael's comment about Brian's dares.

Brian laughed, Ted was such a coward, "How many times have you been rejected?"

Feeling suddenly embarrassed as it was a running joke between the men, Ted brought his glass up to his lips and drank some courage, "Probably about 5,000 times."

"Alright Michael, Truth or Dare?" Ted asked.

"Dare," Michael didn't want any more of his truths out in the open.  He didn't want Justin to know anymore about him either. Brian laughed.

"Okay, let's see.  I dare you to, uh...sing My Way to us," Ted said.

"Jesus Ted, I am going to lose my buzz.  You heard him sing, it’s frightening.  Leave it to you to dare something lame ass like that," Brian quipped.  "Where are my earplugs"?

Michael got up and grabbed a candlestick, to serve as his microphone and started in.  He was tipsy thank God, or this would be bad.  But, tomorrow, he could be embarrassed. He thought he had a lovely singing voice...he thought wrong.

The men squinted their eyes and moved their glasses away, afraid they would shatter with the high pitched tones being sung from Michael.  Midway through, Emmett stopped him.  He received a round of "Thank God."

"Okay Justin, Truth or Dare?" Michael asked, drilling into the boy's eyes.  Justin suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Truth," Justin replied meekly.

"When are you going to tell Brian about Kip," Michael asked.

Justin sat there stunned while Emmett and Ted looked at each other. Michael had a mischieveous grin on his face and took in Brian's tense demeanor. Justin felt Brian's hand loosen from his grasp and he shuddered.

"Game over," Brian huffed and calmly walked upstairs.




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