The four men sat staring at each other...Justin could only whisper, "Fuck you, Michael. How dare you," and he angrily wiped a few tears that trickled down his face. Emmett and Ted just looked at the floor. They were shocked...shocked at the audacity of Michael and then Justin's unknown dealings with Kip.
They had heard about what happened, but never thought for a second that Brian sexually harassed that guy. Now, Michael was alluding to something having happened between Kip and Justin. This didn't make sense.
Justin sat frozen for a second and then walked out to the deck. He thought about going upstairs to Brian, to try to explain, but he knew better. He never wanted this to come out. Justin only worried about Brian and his job, he just wanted to help him...nothing more.
Emmett got up to pour himself another glass of wine, suddenly feeling parched.
"Jesus Michael, what are you trying to do?" Ted asked suddenly.
"Brian should know what kind of boyfriend he has. Justin is capable of anything," Michael replied. He knew that he had pushed Brian too far this time, but...he was only trying to look out for him. The truth hurts sometimes, isn't that what Brian has always told him?
"What happened? What is there to tell?" Emmett asked, coming back into the living room.
"Justin let Kip blow him, so he could blackmail him for Brian and…" Michael was cut off by Brian coming down the stairs.
"Well, go ahead Michael...let's hear it," he said, sitting back down on the loveseat. Brian looked around to see that Justin wasn't in the room anymore. "Uh, hang on a second," Brian added and went outside to retrieve Justin.
While Brian was outside the men sat quietly inside.
Brian came out on the deck and saw Justin sitting in a ball, crying. "Come on," he said, reaching down to pick Justin up into his arms.
"I can explain everything Brian. It's not what you think!" Justin said, through his tears.
"Justin, go upstairs and wait for me. I'll be up in a little while, I have something to take care of first," Brian said.
"Brian, please don't be mad. Don't hate me, I can explain. Nothing happened, really. I'm sorry," Justin replied, pulling Brian to him.
"Justin...go upstairs. I already know. I've known about it, okay. Don't worry. I'm not mad at you," Brian replied and kissed the top of Justin's head.
"You knew? How? God, I am so ashamed. I never wanted you to find out, I just wanted to help you," Justin cried.
"I know, shush. Go upstairs. Wait for me," Brian smiled and caressed Justin's cheek.
The two men walked into the house and Brian walked Justin over to the stairs and held him. He kissed him deeply and told him he'd see him in a few.
Walking back over to the loveseat, Brian smirked and sat down, "Now, where were we? Oh, that's right...it's story time. Carry on Michael."
Michael shifted in his seat and hedged on relaying the story. Only after Brian urged him on, saying that he really wanted to hear how his boyfriend was capable of anything, wanted them all to know, did Michael tell the story. The three men listened with feigned interest in Michael's story. After he was done, he looked over to Brian. Michael couldn't look at him while telling the story, as he was afraid to face him.
"That's really a good story Michael. Only, it’s fucking false!"
"How do you know Brian? You can't trust Justin! He's lied to you, he cheated on you, and he’s used you! I heard some guys talking at Woody's one night!"
"Since we're all in such a sharing mood, I will share some myself. First off Michael, I don't know whom you got your information from, but they fucking lied to you. Are you listening to the queens in the fucking bathroom stalls on Liberty now? Uh, no offense Em. Anyways, I talked to Kip myself...I tracked him down after all that and wanted to know why he dropped the suit. What's the matter Michael? You look a little peaked right about now," Brian said.
"Uh, nothing to say? Didn't think so," Brian added.
"So, shall we continue on with Truth or Dare? We're still at Truth, right? Well, truth is, Justin followed Kip, yes...that's true."
Brian waited for the tidbit to sink in and started again.
"I got the truth out of Kip by shoving his slimy ass against a wall and threatening to rip his little dick off. Justin did bait him, but thankfully before that motherfucker's lips were even close to Justin's dick, he told him he was only 17. He threatened to sic his father on Kip if he didn't help me...by dropping the suit. So, no.. Kip didn't fuck or blow him. He's lucky he didn't touch a blonde hair on Justin's body. Are we done now? Because I would really like to talk to you outside Michael. Right. Fucking. Now!" Brian yelled and went to the door, holding it open, in wait for Michael to pass through.
"The evening's festivities are officially over. Goodnight boys," Brian huffed and waved to Emmett and Ted.
Brian went over to the ledge of the deck and looked out at the ocean. Michael took a seat in one of the deck chairs, waiting to be ripped a new one from Brian or possibly banished from his life.
"Look Brian, I'm sorry. I just thought you should know. I mean, how was I supposed to know that the story I got was false. I'm just trying to look after you, that's all," Michael, said. He moved to get up and go near Brian.
"Sit Michael," Brian said, turning to his friend.
Michael sat back down.
"Michael...I am going to say this once and we are never going to have a conversation like this again, do you hear me?" Brian spoke and turned to face Michael.
Michael nodded his head as his silent reply.
"Justin is my lover...my partner. He means more to me, than you could ever imagine. I will not tolerate your jealous bullshit about him! You've upset him tremendously, and me. You've labeled him a whore to our friends...or whatever the fuck they are in there. Do you realize what you have done?" Brian spat and waited to see if his words were having an effect on Michael.
Hearing nothing from Michael, Brian raged on, "Look at me Michael! I want you to understand, so there's never any doubt for you ever again!" Michael raised his head to look at Brian. He could feel the anger coming from Brian.
"I don't even want to know what possessed you to spy on us the other night, Michael. I just hope we gave you a good show. It's obvious you wanted to see what you were missing," Brian spat.
"Brian I am sorry! You're my best friend, I never wanted to hurt you!" Michael yelled. It was confirmed that he'd been spotted on the deck. Watching the two of them. Listening to how they pledged their love for one another. There were no barriers between them, he had caught that. He remembered being amazed that Brian took that chance with Justin. He remembered thinking that Brian must really love Justin and it pained his heart.
"Save it Michael! You are very dear to me, but, right now, I can't stand to look at your face. This will be forgotten, as always. But, tell me something- if I am so important to you, why do you always have to ruin everything for me? If you love me, why do you hurt me?" Brian asked.
Michael had no answer to that. He felt horrible inside. He didn't hate Justin, he didn't. It was all jealousy, his position had been usurped. His importance in Brian's life had taken a back seat to Brian's lover.
Brian added one more thing,” Michael, I've never allowed anyone to disrespect you. Haven't I always tried to be there for you? Well, try to be here for me. I love him Michael." Michael looked up at Brian; he was so ashamed at what he had done.
Brian went inside and climbed the stairs to the second floor. He hoped Justin was okay now. He slowly opened the door to find Justin lying on his side away from the door, crying. Brian crept into the room and laid his body on the bed, pulling Justin into an embrace.
Michael would lie awake most of the night, thinking about what he'd done. He felt ashamed and knew that he'd betrayed Brian. Justin had never done anything to Michael. His only crime had been falling in love with Brian. Michael knew he had to hang up the towel and put away his feelings for Brian. But, if ever a chance that Brian and Justin were to part...he'd be there. Always has...always will.
"Stop crying Justin...it's okay, I told you. Nothing to worry about anymore," Brian said softly, wiping the tears from Justin's face.
"Why would Michael do that Brian? Why does he hate me so much? I've never done anything to him," Justin replied quietly.
"Michael is jealous Justin, but that's no excuse. He doesn't know what to do anymore. He doesn't hate you, he just...just doesn't want you to have me. He doesn't understand me anymore or how I could be in a relationship. He's afraid that you are more important to me, which you are. But, you're both important, just in different ways. I don't want to have to choose. I would hate to cut Michael out of my life, but I would," Brian replied.
"Why? We've been together on and off for three years now! He was exceptionally brutal after Ethan, but never like this. He's had you his whole life...I never meant to take you away from him. Why can't we share you? He's your best friend, but I am your lover!" Justin responded.
"Let's not talk about it anymore, okay? I promise it will never happen again. And Justin...I don't want to talk about Kip. That is not important, understand?" Brian smiled and leaned down to kiss Justin's lips.
"Nothing and no one will ever come between us Brian. I know that. No matter what, I am not going anywhere. I've earned my place beside you," Justin smiled and caressed Brian's arm that wrapped around him.
They were lying on their sides. Brian had Justin in front of him and they rested their heads together on the fluffy down pillows. They began to kiss softly and hands mingled between them, rubbing and gripping onto each other.
"You've earned your place inside me too," Brian said as he broke away to look into Justin's eyes. He leaned back in and pressed butterfly kisses on his nose, eyes and forehead. "Make love to me," Brian rasped.
The men untangled themselves from each other and Justin sat back on the bed, waiting for Brian to position himself. He got on his hands and knees and scooted towards the headboard. Justin moved closer and grabbed Brian by his hips and dipped his head down to kiss his lower back, going lower at each kiss.
Justin gently pulled Brian's cheeks apart and dipped his head down to lick his way down the crease of skin. Hearing gasps from his partner, he knew he was giving Brian pleasure. He moved his body back a little to get into the right angle to provide them the most pleasure. Justin then came back into place and spread Brian's cheeks apart again.
Blowing soft puffs of air at his hole, he watched it tighten in reaction. He moved his thumb closer and slightly pushed inward, hearing a deeper gasp and a moan this time from Brian. Moving closer to the prize, Justin reached under Brian and caressed his balls that had drawn up tight to his groin.
Slowly, he laid his tongue at Brian's hole and laved it with saliva and breathed in his lover's scent. Pushing slowly through the ring with his thumb helping to hold him open, Justin plunged his tongue deep inside Brian. Suddenly, Brian's body leaped forward and up, grabbing the headboard.
"Ah!" Brian yelped.
Justin stopped and looked up to Brian, who was leaning his head against the wall. Watching his profile, he saw Brian's eyes closed and could tell he was breathing fast and deep.
"Don't stop...don't stop Justin," Brian barked.
Justin laughed a little and said, “Feel good?"
"You know it does! You're tongue feels so good inside me...almost as good as your cock," Brian breathed. Brian looked back over his shoulder and pleaded with Justin to continue. He obliged.
Getting Brian good and wet and bringing him very close to the edge, Justin's hard cock pulsed; ready to make love to Brian. He leaned back up and situated himself behind Brian and moved his thumb back inside his hole. He grabbed Brian by the waist and pulled him closer to his body. Even on their knees, Brian still towered over Justin.
Whispering into his ear, Justin asked Brian coyly, “Are you ready for me lover?"
Feeling Brian shudder against him, Justin smiled and waited.
"I've been ready for you," Brian replied hoarsely, licking his lips. He turned his head to give Justin access to his lips.
Justin moved closer into Brian's body and captured Brian's lips with his. Plunging his tongue deep into Brian's mouth, their tongues fought each other. Brian could taste himself on Justin's tongue and the thought of what was coming, had him moaning into Justin's mouth. They both broke for air, but their lips still remained close to each other’s. "Fuck me," Brian rasped.
Biting Brian's cheek, Justin backed his body up and then pressed Brian's forward. Brian gripped the headboard firmly and waited.
Justin positioned his cock at Brian's hole and used his other hand to spread the tight cheeks slightly apart. He gripped his cock and slowly ran it up and down the crease between the cheeks. He bit his lip as he did this, watching Brian's hole clench at the touch. Brian's whole body tensed up and his muscles bulged. From the muscles in his arms, flaring as he gripped the headboard...his back and shoulders bulged and his stomach was tight as ever.
"Don't tease me Justin. I want you inside me. Do it!" Brian cried. His cock was rubbing into the fluffy down pillows and was leaking pre-cum, waiting...waiting...waiting.
"Ah...God, Justin! Oh. My. God!" Brian cried again as Justin pushed into him.
"You're so wet...God, its so hot!" Justin cried back as he pushed deeper into Brian. He reached his left arm up and gripped Brian's shoulder. The skin was so hot. Brian turned his head into the touch and tried to crane his neck down to rub his face against Justin's hand.
"Go slower...God, you feel so good," Brian breathed.
"You're so tight. God, I had no idea it felt like this. I love you Brian...I love being inside you like this," Justin breathed back. Justin had to mentally calm down. If he thought he was quick coming at other times, this would take all those times, over the top. He had never experienced a feeling like this in his life. He knew how wonderful Brian felt inside him, thought that nothing could top that, for lack of a better word, but this was fucking unbelievable!
Brian bent his body down to push backwards into Justin's thrusts. Their bodies began to soak with sweat inside the room. The door to the deck was open and the cool breeze blew in, clattering the wooden blinds against the glass.
Justin thrust in time with Brian's backward push...they were close...but not yet. Brian raised his body up and threw himself against the headboard and his face against the wall. He reached out on either side, grasping at the posts. Guttural moans escaped his mouth as he grasped at the air, trying to stretch his arms.
"Harder! Harder!" Brian yelped, finally reaching the posts. He felt himself impaled on Justin and loved it.
"God Brian! I'm gonna come...Oh God! I can't stop it! Ahhh!" Justin thrust two more times and then his whole body convulsed around Brian's. He felt his stomach knot up and then his whole body was on fire. The hot liquid shot into Brian, sending them both shouting.
Hearing Justin, Brian breathed, "Don't stop! Come inside me...come inside me."
As Justin shot inside Brian, feeling the warm, thick liquid heating his body and mind, Brian began to come as well with his body shuddering and quaking against the wall. He shouted Justin's name as he came and then held his breath, riding it out. He thought he might suffocate as he held his breath, but he was frozen in the moment of the feeling. His body shaking against the wall, threatened to wrench the posts from the frame of the bed. The posts knocked against the wall and Brian's knuckles scraped and were battered against the sheetrock.
Justin collapsed on Brian's back. Brian slumped down the wall and reached around to hold onto Justin as he pulled them down on the bed. He maneuvered Justin in front of him and Brian held him closely, tightly to his body. Their breathing was still shaky and their bodies trembled. Both just lay in each other's arms, waiting to cool down and have their pulse rates regulated.
High pulse rates bordering on heart attack or stroke was common between them. Good thing both were in such good shape. Long, hard workouts at the gym and in bed had seen to that.
They fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning the sun shone brightly through the blinds and the open door. Waking up, they both were still tired and worn out. They both said to each other at the same time, "I think you wore me out." Laughing, they moved to get up, wanting coffee.
"Let's shower first and I'll make breakfast for everyone," Justin said, pulling the sheet away from his body.
"Just give me a high protein shake and I am good," Brian smirked and reached to pull Justin back.
"Hands off old man. We stink. Come on," Justin pawed him away and gestured towards the shower.
Stretching and inhaling the aroma of the room, Brian smirked, "Ah, I love the smell of come in the morning."
The reference, albeit a sexual reconfiguration, to Apocalypse Now was lost on the boy. "Do you watch anything but Powerpuff Girls? God, Justin...I'll give you some culture yet," Brian said, rolling his eyes and trying to muss down his 'cowlick from hell' protruding from the whole left side of his head.
The lazily showered and shared sweet kisses in the shower. Believe it or not, neither really had the energy after that intense session. They needed food and coffee. Later of course, they would be refreshed and energized.
They bounded down the stairs and went into the kitchen, starting coffee and grabbing oranges to make fresh juice. Justin pulled out eggs and bread. Reaching into the refrigerator, he pulled out the milk.
"How's french toast, bacon and honeydew melon sound?" Justin asked Brian as he squeezed the oranges.
"Like about five pounds on my incredibly sleek body and five pounds on that ass of yours," Brian replied. He looked over to Justin who shot him an icy stare. Walking over to smooth things, he added, "Sounds great honey." Brian got a smile this time and then he turned away shaking his head, but he had to smile as well.
Brian intentionally went around slamming cabinets and banging pans together to rouse the sleeping men from their slumber. He received slaps on the ass from Justin, but it wasn't a deterrent.
Ted came into the kitchen first, obviously annoyed at being woken up by the racket. But, as Justin pushed a cup of coffee in front of him, he became most grateful. "Thank you Justin."
Emmett followed next and sauntered up to the counter next to Ted. He too, received a hot cup of coffee. Being told what was on the menu for this morning's meal, they were more than grateful at that. Each had a wine hangover, which is the worst hangover to have. Brian smoked a cigarette at the table with his coffee as Justin cooked the bacon.
Michael slowly made his way into the room and up to the counter. Brian never made eye contact with him, just continued to smoke his cigarette and drink his coffee.
All was quiet; no one really knew what to say. Was the worst of it over? Michael slipped in the chair next to Emmett and tried to look upbeat.
"Justin, I..uh," Michael stammered and then Brian raised his head slightly to hear what the man had to say.
Michael was silenced by a cup of coffee placed in front of him. He and Justin locked eyes and the slate was clean. He apologized with his eyes and Justin nodded. Michael then turned to face his best friend...still his best friend, he hoped. Brian just looked at him and nodded. The all clear was given.
Over breakfast and completely irrelevant chitchat, the men talked about the day's activities.
Justin and Brian had discussed spending at least one day with the men...what could it hurt. He had to convince Brian with promises of deep massage and tickle wrestling later.
"We were going to rent a boat later. Do you guys want to join us?" Justin asked.
It was like the room came to a halt, you could hear a pin drop. Michael, Ted and Emmett were taken completely taken aback by the invitation.
"That would be fabulous! Oh, I have just the thing to wear on deck!" Emmett started.
"Wow, I can do some deep sea fishing!" Ted exclaimed.
Michael spoke up, "Maybe I can help steer the boat or drive it maybe?"
Brian looked at his friend and smiled, "Michael...you know I'm always in the driver's seat. Besides, no one-hour tour for us. If I get shipwrecked with you goons, it'll make Lord of the Flies look like Looney Tunes."
The men laughed and helped clear the table. Since they were allowed back in the kitchen, just away from the stove, they gladly cleaned up.
Brian got ready to drive to the marina and Justin told him to take Michael with him. "He just needs some time to be with you. I'm fine. I'm not worried about Michael."
"Are you sure? I'll be back soon okay? Give me a kiss," Brian said and leaned down to kiss his blonde beauty. Their tongues leisurely swirled over and under each other and lips became swollen with lust. "You come with me," Brian whined.
"If I do, we won't rent the boat. You need to be a little deprived sometimes, or you'll never miss me," Justin winked and pulled away.
Brian grabbed him by the arm and spun him back. "I miss you when you're ten feet away from me." He smiled and yelled for Michael.
"Yeah?" Michael answered, coming into the living room.
"Do you want to come with me to rent the boat?" Brian asked.
"Sure, that'd be great," Michael smiled.
The two men went outside and drove to the marina.
Michael again expressed his sincerest apologies and was amazed at how gracious Justin was to him this morning. "I would hate me, if I were him."
"Well, you're not him Michael. Okay? You don't give Justin enough credit. Justin has never done anything to hurt you. If you recall, he was the cause of us becoming friends again after the birthday debacle. He loves me and I love him. And...he's not going anywhere. He's my lover and my partner; you're my best friend. I don't ever want to have to choose between you two." Brian left the sentence hanging, leaving Michael to wonder exactly who Brian would choose. He knew there was no stretch to wonder about it. He was thankful that he was forgiven for his indiscretions and hoped to make amends completely.
Brian rented a 30-footer and checked out the boat in its slip. He called Justin on his mobile, having remembered to bring it back upstairs before they left.
Justin said that he had Emmett and Ted packing a lunch basket and ice chest. Towels, suntan lotion, radio, etc. was being packed in Ted's car. Brian gave Justin directions to the marina and the number of the slip.
About an hour later, Justin trudged up the dock towards Brian and the boat. He looked ragged. Emmett on the other hand looked quite the fashion template in his shirt and sarong. He coordinated the outfit well with his fuchsia flip-flops and beach bag. Ted was bringing up the rear in cargo shorts, deck shoes, a captain's hat and navy button down.
"Poor baby...I told you. What'd they do now?" Brian called, holding out his arms to embrace a haggard looking Justin.
"Ted hooked me with a fishing lure. Emmett clobbered me with the ice chest and a bottle of beer fell out, smashing my toe. Talk about a limp wrist!" Justin replied, warily against Brian's chest.
"Well, I told you so. Come on, let me kiss it better," Brian said and pulled Justin below deck. The quarters were cramped. Brian threw Justin up against the built in rack. He kicked the door leading to the deck closed and preceded to attack his poor, tired baby.
Brian reached down to pull the t-shirt over Justin's head and left it over his face. He gripped Justin's upraised arms and held them against the wall. Brian kicked Justin's feet apart and brought his knee up gently to Justin's groin. He moved his knee up and down, softly caressing the bulging hard on the boy had. Justin groaned and sucked in gasps of air. You could see the outline of his lips and mouth, sealing the fabric against his face.
"All better now?" Brian whispered, leaning into bite the soft, white skin of Justin's shoulder.
"Almost," Justin panted.
Wrenching the t-shirt up over the boy's head and off his arms, Brian pressed Justin quickly back against the rack. His moves were stealth with many years of practice.
"Tell me what to do to make it better Justin," Brian teased, laying a hand on the boy's chest and drawing circles around a nipple with his finger. Their eyes were locked on one another and clouded with lust. Justin's pupils were like huge saucers inside the blue. Brian's eyes were the shade of dark chocolate now.
"Fuck me," Justin whispered, through grit teeth.
He was suddenly spun around and bent over the island in the middle of the already impossibly cramped space.
Brian stepped away to latch the door and moved back in. He roughly ripped the shorts down Justin had on and admired his bare cheeks. "No underwear...such a dirty boy," Brian smiled.
"Fuck me Brian! I need to feel you inside me, right now!" Justin panted. He stretched his arms out, gripping the other side of the island and pushed back into Brian, who was naked from the waist down. Justin's supple cheeks grazed Brian's hard cock and Brian groaned, "Uh, you're going to make me come right now."
"Well, hurry up then," Justin smiled, looking over his shoulder.
"A quick hard fuck is what you're going to get. Are you ready?" Brian teased, grabbing Justin by the hips, licking his lips in anticipation of diving into the hot confines of Justin.
Brian watched Justin's head bob in acknowledgement and anticipation.
"I said, are you ready?" Brian asked again. Oh, how he loved to tease.
"I'm ready Brian! Put your cock in my ass and shut up already!" Justin replied, almost yelling.
Brian laughed and said, "That's more like it," plunging inside Justin.
It was a frantic pace for both of them. The need and urgency to be with one another. Brian needed, wanted, and craved being inside Justin. Justin felt the same way. A longing when they were not joined like this.
Brian gripped Justin's hips tighter and picked the boy up and leaned him over the island, his feet dangled. He tried to wrap his calves and feet around Brian's legs for leverage. Brian reached above him with one hand, trying to grab onto something and some pots fell down on top of them, missing both of their heads. They both laughed and this drove them on.
The grunts, the kicking of legs, the shaking of the cabin, they both came at the same time. Both of them screaming some gut wrenching variation of the other's name. Brian collapsed on top of Justin and they both wanted nothing more than to stay this way and nap.
"Michael, watch out with that thing!" Emmett yelled. He was ducking from the fishing rod Michael was play casting on the deck.
"I know what I'm doing Emmett!" Michael yelled back. He really didn't know what he was doing, but he could act like it.
"Do you think we need to go supervise them?" Justin panted, under Brian's weight.
"Fuck 'em," Brian panted in response.
"Sonofabitch! Emmett...help me! Get this thing out of my ear!" Michael yelled. He'd fucked around and hooked himself in the ear.
"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark honey," Emmett winced.
"Hurry! Get some monkey blood out of the first aid kit. God, my ear is falling off!" Michael screamed.
Justin and Brian heard the ruckus and stayed put. Neither one of them deemed the situation life threatening. They laughed though...pretty hard.
"I'm getting it, settle down. Michael, don't pull on it. Your ears are already too long for your face," Emmett tried to calm Michael.
"God, it hurts! Jesus, get it on my ear, will ya? Not all over my face Emmett," Michael complained as Emmett poured the iodine over Michael's ear and pulled the hook out.
Emmett patted the wound with gauze and put a way too big band aid on Michael's ear, watching the blood continue to flow. "There...good as new. Uh, don't touch it honey...let it heal," Emmett said and quickly moved away.
"I got squid and catfish livers for bait! I am going to catch me a big one today!" Ted said, climbing aboard the boat.
"I hope he catches ebola. How much you want to bet, all he catches is a hook in the eye? Michael's done it, now Ted will surely do it," Brian commented to Justin snarkily as he pulled his mass off his lover. He reached down to pull his shorts back on and leaned over the sink. He got a paper towel and ran some cool water on it. Brian bent down to wipe Justin down and then handed it to him. Justin proceeded to wipe his cock and then island in front of him.
Justin mumbled that he hoped Michael catches a nasty case of lockjaw. He hoped the hook was good and rusty.
"Hmm?" Brian asked.
"Oh nothing," Justin replied sweetly.
"This is going to be a great day, I can tell," Justin smiled and stood up on his toes to give Brian a kiss on the nose. Justin then reached down to put his shorts on as well.
They replaced the pots and pans that fell down and tried to make themselves presentable. Like the men didn't know what they were doing. The term 'fuck break' was coined by Ted long ago pertaining to Brian and Justin...and they felt it necessary to break for these 'fuck breaks' as much as possible.
Brian and Justin were coming back on deck as a huge fishing hook snagged on Brian's shirt.
Michael, obviously not learning the error of his ways, was again playing with the fishing pole.
"Jesus Michael!" Brian reached and unhooked the hook and tugged the fishing line harshly, bringing Michael stumbling to him.
"Did you boys bring your helmets? I guess I need one too," Brian spat as he went around to untie the boat from the dock.
Ted was busy looking through his tackle box by the back of the boat. Emmett was transferring the ice chest, bag of towels and necessities to the cabin. "Michael, can you get picnic basket?" Emmett called out to Michael.
"Sure Emmett," Michael replied, stepping off the boat.
Justin joined Brian at the driver's seat and sat down next to him. He reached over and grabbed onto Brian’s crotch and leaned into his shoulder.
"Do you have a license for this thing?" Justin asked.
"My dick or the boat?"
"The boat Brian," Justin laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Yes...I have a license for both actually," Brian smiled.
"You need a Heavy Equipment license for your dick," Justin said, squeezing Brian's dick through his shorts.
"You need one too," Brian replied, leaning over to kiss Justin.
Brian then proceeded to familiarize himself with the dashboard and controls.
Justin smiled and told the man, "This is going to be a great day! The sun is shining; it's not too hot. We're together...what could go wrong?" They shared an intimate kiss and smiled. Brian turned the engine on and started to pull away from the dock.
The engine revved and it took off with a jolt. At that moment, Michael was trying to step back onto the boat with one leg on the deck, one leg in mid stride. He didn't notice the boat coming away from the dock and he and the picnic basket fell helplessly into the water. At the same time, on the back of the boat, Ted wasn't prepared for the jolt and was flung backwards into the water.
Emmett looked from one side of the boat to the other, then to Brian and Justin, who didn't see a thing. "Oh my...uh, Brian."