After hoisting Ted and Michael into the boat and a round of berating from Brian, the boys were again on their way. The afternoon did turn out quite nice for all of them, except for the nasty sunburn Michael incurred.
Justin and Brian were putting on moisturizer and Michael came and snatched the tube away from Justin. Michael then proceeded to lather himself with it, much to their dismay.
"Hey, use it sparingly asshole, that tube cost $60!" Brian snarled.
"$60 dollars for suntan lotion? What is wrong with Coppertone? You can't buy anything unless you know we can't afford it, huh? The stuff that those makeup counter ladies try to slather on you. That fucking perfume whatever she is...I swear she aims for my eyes every time! The Big Q sells all kinds of suntan lotion and, " Michael snarked back and was cut off.
"The Big Q doesn't sell that shit. And, I laid $9000 out for your stupid Archie comic...so shut the fuck up Jughead! You're lucky some dumb bastard bought it, or you'd be my maid, not Maria," Brian huffed.
"Michael, not that you care, since you obviously wouldn't know taste if it beat you in the head, but that isn't..." Justin chimed in.
"Save it Boy Wonder. And, it's Captain Astro, Brian...may he rest in peace. I just need a little more. Don't worry, there will be enough for you to put on that precious ass of yours to keep the sun from touching it. Brian can keep everyone away...even the sun," Michael said, rubbing the lotion on his face.
"Michael, I will ignore that, but you should know that, " Justin retorted back, but was stopped by Brian. Brian gave him a smirk and pulled him close whispering something into his ear. They both looked at each other and smiled.
"What level is this? Is it strong enough to last all day?" Michael asked, looking at the men.
"Yeah Mikey...should last you all day. The SPF says it should be pretty powerful stuff," Brian replied, tongue in cheek.
"SPF? What the fuck is that?"
'Seriously pathetic fuckhead?' Brian thought to himself. No. Yes. "Sun protection factor Michael. Jesus," Brian replied. He would much rather have gone with the first one.
Poor, poor Michael.
Michael then retrieved a towel and went to sit in one of the chaise lounges on the deck of the boat.
"Brian, he will get sun poison. You should tell him its just moisturizer," Justin whispered.
"Nope. He should have listened. Besides, it will be a lesson learned for him, not to interrupt," Brian smiled and reached into a knapsack for the real sun block. He squeezed enough out for an elephant. "Turn around," he smiled.
Taking off Justin's shirt, he rubbed the lotion into the precious skin, he used generous amounts for his precious cargo.
"Quit it Brian, this will never soak in, you put too much on. I do need a little sun; maybe put some color in me. I'm tired of being milk with hair," Justin grimaced.
"Too bad Justin. You will fucking burn. I like taking care of you, but I am not taking care of a burn victim. The only color you need is the color I put into you. Making those lips swollen and red and those cute little cheeks crimson," Brian replied and pinched Justin's cheeks..
"Can I at least get some sun on my legs?" Justin asked.
"A little, I will use it sparingly there. Stand up and turn around. Wait, come over here first," Brian said. He maneuvered Justin so that the others couldn't see him behind the deck. Brian pulled Justin's swim trunks down and massaged the lotion into Justin's ass cheeks.
"Brian, I won't get sunburned there. I have my trunks on, what are you doing?" Justin asked smiling.
"You never know about UV rays. This is too precious an area to risk Justin. I am just taking care of my backyard, so to speak," Brian smiled up and kissed the small of his back. "Turn around now."
"That is an excuse to touch my ass if I ever heard one. You don't need an excuse Brian; you know that. But, I certainly don't need sun block on my dick," Justin said, turning around and smiling down at his lover.
"Who said I was putting sun block on your dick?" Brian replied and pulled Justin's trunks down further...roughly, revealing his hard cock.
"Turn off the engine. This is a good place to stop. Maybe Ted can fish here or something," Justin smiled. Brian did as he was told and asked Emmett to set the anchor. Brian and Justin disappeared below deck...guess it was time for their regularly scheduled 'break'.
Emmett walked to the back, picked up the anchor; not noticing it wasn't tied to the boat. He threw it off, and watched as the rope sank into the water with it. "Oops." He looked around and then saw that nobody was watching and resolved to figure a way to blame Ted for this.
Brian and Justin had some quality time for the next 2 hours. No sun inside, that was for sure, but the heat was kicking in. Fuck the $60 for the moisturizer. It was used and appreciated. The best $60 dollars Brian ever spent, he said.
Against the countertops, pans fell again and cabinets flew open. Up against the rack, on the floor, on the couch, the table...every available inch of space was used and abused. No need for wasting champagne on this, the boat was christened and christened and christened by Brian and Justin, in their own way.
Ted of course got blamed for the missing anchor. Emmett convinced him somehow that he had managed to knock it off the deck unbeknownst to him. Brian had a fit and berated Ted, as usual. He threatened to boot his ass into the water and swim back to shore.
Coming back into the marina, all the men heard was Michael complaining and whining about his sunburn, which did border on sun poison. If you're wondering, Ted didn't catch a thing. He couldn't keep the bait on his hook, thinking the fish were biting...in actuality, his line broke five times and all his bait slipped off his hook. Mikey's knot tying techniques were less than stellar. Remember, he failed that as well, in Boy Scouts. Emmett, on the other hand, got smacked for talking dirty to other seafarers on the radio and falsely calling May Day. Brian had never been more embarrassed when the Coast Guard came to the boat.
"You're gonna need a May Day when we get back to the house Emmett!" Brian warned.
"Justin tried to tell you Michael...but you wouldn't listen," Brian quipped.
"Yeah, the one time he actually shuts up. I'll remember this," Michael complained.
"Jesus Michael...you look like an Oompa Loompa," Ted laughed.
"What the hell is an Oompa Loompa?" Justin asked.
"Never seen Willy Wonka? Jesus, what is up with the youth of today?" Ted replied.
"No, he watches the Powerpuff Girls," Brian smiled and put his arm around Justin's shoulder.
"Willy Wonka? Oh yeah. I saw that on video. Molly has it. She also has The Wizard of Oz. My favorite was the Tin Man. Reminds me of Brian," Justin smiled.
"Yeah, and Ted is definitely the Cowardly Lion, huh Ted?" Brian.
"Okay, I'm definitely Glynda the Good Witch. I loved her wand!" Emmett laughed.
"So who does that make me?" Michael asked.
"Well, whose left? Oh yeah Mikey...the scarecrow. He wanted a brain," Brian laughed.
"Thanks a lot Brian," Michael replied.
"Well, its either that or one of those fucking monkeys...take your pick! Now that I think about it," Brian pondered the similarities.
"Shut up Brian," Michael winced.
"What about me then?" Justin asked.
"The Great and Powerful Oz," Brian smiled.
"But, Oz didn't exist, it was all a sham," Justin frowned.
"He existed baby...you have to believe," Brian smiled and pulled Justin close for a hug and a kiss.
"Michael honey, you do look a little better with some color," Emmett said.
"Fuck you and fuck color, I should be in the hospital right now!" Michael yelled.
"At least your skin will be smooth from all that moisturizer you wasted," Justin replied.
"Quit being so dramatic Michael. You'll live...unfortunately," Brian quipped.
They made their way back to the house and noticed a note taped to the door. It was from the two men whom Brian and Justin met on their excursion earlier in the week. They, along with their friends, were invited to join Daniel and Patrick for drinks and dinner, around 7pm. The phone number and address was included.
"Oh, a dinner party! I am so excited!" Emmett exclaimed. "Shit, what am I to wear?"
"What's the deal with these two Brian?" Ted asked.
"One's a doctor and the other is in home health care," Brian replied. "Justin, which is which, do you remember?"
"I think Patrick is the doctor and Daniel is the health care one," Justin responded. "Do you guys want to go? I think it will be fun. They seemed quite nice," he added.
"Of course we want to go, right Ted? Michael? Where's Michael?" Emmett asked, looking around.
Michael was slowly trudging up the stairs; every stair hurt him. Walking in the house, he saw all the men quickly wipe the smiles from their faces.
"I am glad to see that my pain humors you!" Michael griped.
"Oh, poor baby. Here, let me take the ice chest from you. You need to go take a nice relaxing bath and then I'll put some aloe on you," Emmett replied, trying not to laugh at the blisters forming on Michael's skin.
"No more lotion! I don't trust any of you. Thank God we are staying home tonight. Emmett, I may need you to take care of me," Michael replied meekly.
"Oh sorry Michael. We've been invited to drinks and dinner at Brian and Justin's neighbors down the beach. Isn't that delightful?" Emmett squealed.
"What about me?" Michael asked.
"What about you?" Brian retorted.
"You're just going to leave me here? All alone? Something might happen to me," Michael whined.
"Michael, what could happen to you? You're practically incapacitated...which I like," Brian, responded. "Too bad your mouth didn't get burned and sealed shut."
"Thanks Brian. Glad to know I can count on you," Michael replied and walked to his bedroom.
"Maybe we should stay Brian, he looks pretty bad," Justin said, looking after Michael.
"Fuck that. He's a big boy; he'll be fine. It's a sunburn, he'll heal," Brian replied gruffly and walked into the kitchen.
The invite was for 7 pm, and it was now 3:30 pm. There was discussion on what to bring and what to wear.
"I've got this fabulous linen outfit. Gray, it has bits of shimmer in it. When I sashay, I will shimmer shine! I was waiting for an opportunity to wear it. Do you think that will be okay honey?" Emmett asked Justin.
"I'm sure whatever you wear will be fine. I am just wearing shorts and a shirt, no big deal. It's Brian you have to get the once over from, not me Em," Justin smiled.
"We need to get some wine on the way Justin. Ted, where did you find the package store?" Brian asked.
"It's only a couple of miles outside of town. I think I remember where it is. You want me to go get it now?" Ted asked.
"Yes, actually I do. That would save us a lot of time," Brian replied.
"Can I go with you? I wanted to pick up some fresh fruit up to make a tart to bring for dessert," Justin added.
"Just tell me what to pick up and I will get it Justin. I'll take Emmett with me," Ted replied.
"I can't go Teddy. I have to exfoliate and give myself a manicure and pedicure. You'll have to go by yourself," Emmett replied.
"No, I can go. I will pick out the fruit myself," Justin responded.
"As much as I hate to agree, yes, Justin you better go. We all know how Ted doesn't know shit about fruits or how to pick them," Brian smiled. Proud of himself for that retort, not paying attention to the finger Ted shot him.
"Well, hurry up then and come back. I need to uh, talk to you Justin," Brian added.
"You always need to talk to me Brian," Justin smiled and winked.
"That's the key to keeping a relationship going, right Sunshine? Communication?" Brian smiled again.
"Yes Brian, if that's what you want to call it," Justin replied and went to give his lover a much needed kiss.
On the way to the store, Ted tried to engage Justin in conversation. "So, is everything all right now between you and Michael?"
"I guess. I don't feel like discussing it though. That really hurt what he did Ted," Justin replied quietly.
"Well, not that I am defending Michael Justin, but I guess it was his last ditch effort to try for Brian," Ted said.
"He dug the ditch and now he is stuck in it, looking up at us, like he always was. I don't fall for the Mayor of Simpleton ruse that Michael so infinitely spins with Brian. He may be ignorant about a lot of things, but he knows exactly what he is doing," Justin retorted.
"Are you happy with Brian, Justin? I mean you're so young. How do you know that Brian is the one?" Ted asked.
"Everyone thinks that because I am 20 that I don't know shit. Well, I know what I want. I've known since I was 17 and his name is Brian Kinney. You guys don't see what I see. He is spectacular in every sense of the word," Justin replied, smiling.
"I've heard," Ted quipped.
"I'm not talking about in bed Ted, but he is spectacular there as well. I am talking about how kind and generous he is. How loyal and courageous...he is the most gentle and fragile person I have ever met. Yeah, I am only 20, I know. But, for me that's it. It will always be Brian. He keeps me safe; he makes me feel beautiful. He makes me face life and grab onto it. He's taught me so much. Everyone thinks that Brian is so shallow, that all he is is a fuck machine. You truly have no idea who he really is...no clue. But I do and I love him for it. And, he loves me," Justin smiled.
"I can see how much he has changed since you two really got serious. He really loves you, I can tell. I never thought that possible. The beast of Pittsburgh has been tamed," Ted responded.
"Oh, he isn't tamed. He isn't domesticated. He is just in love and now I am enough for him. There is a difference Ted. I love Brian for all his faults, for all his snarkiness, for all his wounds and armor. Sure, it has been hard. Life is hard. You get out what you put in. I deserve him and he deserves me," Justin smiled.
"Well, I am happy for you Justin. And, I am happy for Brian. You ground him. You do make him happy; I know that. The amount of insults directed at me have drastically dropped in the last six months and I have you to thank for that," Ted laughed.
"Brian does like you Ted and he likes Emmett. He does love Michael. See, that is one of the many, many reasons I love him," Justin replied.
"How did you do it Justin? I mean, how could you wait all this time for him? I would have been gone a long time ago," Ted said, seriously.
"No you wouldn't Ted. You're just like me. You see the good and the bad. You wait it out. I knew he loved me even when things were so low I couldn't even see up. I let him figure it out. I fucked up; I know that. But, he took me back. He loved me enough to forgive me. And, he realized how much I'd forgiven him for. It all balances out, you know?" Justin said as they pulled into the package store.
"I hope that someday I can find the kind of happiness you seem to have with Brian," Ted lamented.
"You will Ted...you will," Justin smiled and patted him on the back.
The wine and fruit gathered and they made their way back to the house. Brian was out on the deck trying to get some of the sun he missed from being inside the cabin of the boat the whole day. It was a good trade off though.
Dropping their bags on the counter, Justin went in to check on Michael. Although Michael had infuriated Justin today, he thought no one should have to suffer alone. He knocked lightly and waited.
"Come in," Michael replied weakly.
"How are you doing?" Justin asked.
"I'm fine. I don't need anything," Michael huffed.
"Did you take a bath? Did you put aloe on?" Justin ignored the response.
"No and no," Michael replied. His body was swollen and red as all get out.
"You really should take a bath Michael. Do you need some ibuprofen? It will make the swelling go down," Justin smiled.
"Why are you so nice to me Justin? I mean, how do you keep the act up all the time?" Michael spat.
"Michael, sorry to disappoint you. It's not an act. I am actually a very nice person; you should know that by now. Look, sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to check on you and see how you were feeling. I'll go now," Justin replied and turned to walk out the door.
"Justin, wait...I'm sorry. I know that you're sincere and it bugs the hell out of me. I know that you are really a sweet person. I guess I am projecting or something. Can you start the bath for me?" Michael smiled.
"Sure Michael. It's forgotten, as always. Be sure that you get Emmett or Ted to cover you in aloe and don't sleep in any clothes; it will rub more blisters on your skin. You need to take some Advil and drink lots of water. You will feel better in the morning," Justin smiled.
"Do you always take care of people like this? I must be the most horrible patient you've ever had," Michael smiled.
"Yes, it's my nature...caretaker role. But, Michael...you forget who I live with. You know how incorrigible Brian is. He is the worst patient. I sometimes want to kill him to put myself out of misery!" Justin laughed. He then went into the bathroom and started the water.
"Justin?" Brian yelled, looking for his better half. He'd spent the last five minutes listening to Ted talk about all the kinds of wines at the package store. The bonding he was being subjected to made him physically ill. Brian wondered what the fuck he had done to deserve this. He needed stimulating, titillating conversation...a little communication, so to speak, from Justin.
"Well, the bath is running now Michael. Let me know if you need anything before we go, okay?"
"I'm in here Brian," Justin yelled out to Brian.
"Hey, I wondered where you were. Ted is boring me to death in there...for some reason he is trying to talk to me and I don't like it. Oh, hey Mikey. Feeling any better?" Brian smiled.
"Yeah, a little. Justin was just giving me tips about what to do," Michael replied.
"About what? I thought that book I bought you explained it all in detail. I got one with pictures so you could understand," Brian asked, laughing. He grabbed Justin by the waist and leaned into him, resting his chin on Justin's shoulder. "He's Nurse Ratchet you know. But, he looks really hot in the skirt and hat, not to mention the shoes!" Brian laughed.
"Brian! I do not! No, Michael...don't even think it. Don't listen to him, he's just being silly," Justin smiled and slapped Brian gently on the cheek.
"You should see him when he wants to take my temperature! His doctor bag is full of all kinds of goodies," Brian laughed, nipping Justin's ear.
"You're the one with the goodie bag...and I take your temperature orally...you insist on that," Justin laughed as well.
Remembering the scene, Brian grew hard. "Let's go, we only have a couple of hours left and you need to make your tart and I think I am running a fever," Brian whispered.
Justin shuddered and they left the room. Michael smiled after them. Once again, Justin humbled him and Brian pointed out his place. He laughed to himself remembering how tough Brian was when sick. Poor Justin.
Justin and Brian went into the kitchen and Brian sat around copping a feel every chance he got, while Justin made the tart. Finishing, they went upstairs to nap or whatever for an hour or so.
Lying on the bed, Brian asked Justin what he and Michael talked about.
"I was just telling him to take a bath and take some Advil for the swelling. He does look bad Brian," Justin replied.
"You always know how to take care of someone, don't you?" Brian asked, kissing the top of Justin's head, breathing in the scent of his hair.
"Well, after taking care of you for so long, I have picked up a few tricks of the trade," Justin smiled.
"No more tricks for you young man. I have you all to myself," Brian replied wistfully.
"Yes, you do. And no more for you either old man," Justin replied laughing.
"Cut out the age cracks. I can still fuck you into the mattress you know," Brian replied, smacking Justin's ass.
"Yes Brian...I know. You're so wonderful...you're so powerful...you're so…" Justin droned and was silenced by being pinned to the bed.
Hovering over him, Brian leaned down and licked Justin's lips. "I am wonderful," he bit and sucked on the red lips. "I am powerful," he ground his crotch into Justin's. "I am horny," he bit Justin's nipple.
"Fuck me," Justin breathed.
"You seem a little hot yourself there...do you need me to take your temperature? You do look hot with that stethoscope I got you. I hate going to the doctor, but your house calls seem to cure all my ills," Brian whispered and teased Justin.
"You're so pathetic when you're sick. Whining and moaning. Won't let me have any peace," Justin smiled up at his lover.
"Well, you don't seem to mind supplying me with fluids to get my electrolytes up...do you? Gatorade will do the trick just the same. But Gatorade doesn't have the healing powers your cock in my mouth does. Huh?" Brian continued to whisper. He was toying with Justin now.
"You're the one that insists on drinking me Brian. I got you everything...the medicine cabinet is full of remedies...you just like taking me for coughs and colds. I am happy to oblige," Justin replied, giving Brian full reign to his swan like neck. Brian leaned in and bit the flesh, sucking it and marked him. Marked him for tonight and always.
"No...I want some of that tart now," Brian smiled. He pulled off Justin and moved to take his shorts off. Getting off the bed, he pushed them down and removed his shirt. He stroked himself, watching Justin watch him. As he grew harder in his hands, he moved in to undress Justin. Pulling off his t-shirt, Brian ran circles over the smooth white skin and licked his lips in anticipation. Getting on his knees, leaning against the bed, he moved his hand down to remove Justin's shorts, to have him naked as well. Justin was now licking his lips and grabbed Brian's hand. Justin brought Brian's fingers up to his mouth and began sucking on them, one by one. Brian's hard cock became impossibly harder. As he watched his fingers, one, two, then three, disappear into Justin's mouth, he could only moan and bite his lip.
"Roll over Justin...now," Brian rasped.
Justin was taking too long for Brian and Brian stood up and pushed Justin over to lie on his stomach. He roughly spread Justin's legs and got on the bed. Justin looked over his shoulder at Brian and smiled. Brian reached out to run his hands down Justin's strong legs, watching the goose bumps form from the tickling sensation. Justin was hard as well and he started to move on the bed, grinding his cock into the comforter.
Brian watched as Justin's body rocked back and forth and he swayed trying to get the right friction going in his ministrations. He head was reared back and his eyes were closed, his mouth open and tongue sticking out. Brian sat in awe, he was so turned on watching Justin try to pleasure himself...lost in the moment. He moved over and sat on Justin's legs and reaching out to grip Justin's calves. Justin arched his back and grunted. Brian talked in a soothing lustful whisper to his lover.
"Your body is so beautiful. God, you are going to make me come so hard just looking at you. I want to eat you up, fuck your tight ass, make love to you, and come inside you. Do you want me Justin? Do you want me inside you?"
"Yes Brian...always. I need you...need your tongue. Need your hands...need your lips, need your love. Talk to me...it's so fucking hot in here," Justin panted.
Slightly laughing, it was not hot in the room, Brian smiled. They both liked it 'meat hanging' cold. Brian moved to hover over Justin. His long body dwarfing the little nymph under him, writhing on the bed.
"Your ass is so beautiful. Do you want my tongue in you? Can I taste you? You taste so sweet; it's so good. Lick you up and down, suck you...spread your cheeks and take what's mine, huh? Is that what you want Justin?" Brian whispered, leaning down and licking Justin's ear. His cock was streaking precum all over Justin's skin as Brian pressed into him.
"Yes Brian...take me. Take what is yours...it's all yours," Justin panted. He was so hard right now; he ground himself into the cool comforter, waiting for Brian to take him. He felt his head jerked back, his hair being pulled, not too tightly, but with enough force to excite him. He heard Brian whisper harshly to him, commanding him, "Get on your hands and knees right now...I am taking what's mine!"
Justin got up on all fours and leaned his head into the mass of pillows, preparing to cushion his head. Brian sat behind him watching Justin splayed out for him, he ass staring back at him. The round globes of Justin's cheeks willing, begging him to enter. He positioned himself and reached up to spread Justin's cheeks and taste the sweet deliciousness of his lover.
Breathing in the scent, Brian closed his eyes in ecstasy. His sense of smell, his taste buds in sensory overload. Opening his mouth to lay his tongue at Justin's hole, he lightly licked and listened for the expected response. He heard Justin moan and beg for more. He teased Justin by slowly licking up and down and around, always swirling his tongue, never entering. He wanted to savior the moment, make Justin beg and plead for his attention. Brian loved to make Justin beg...it was all fair play, as he has done his fair amount of begging as well. While he nipped and licked, his mind ran through thousands of scenarios that Justin and he have partaken in. Justin really did have an outfit, complete with bag...but it was for a doctor...not a nurse. Justin had insisted that he would not wear tights...not even for Brian. Brian had given in and purchased it all. Let's not get into the Roman Bath scenario right now...We'll just say that Caligula and Spartacus are favorites of theirs. At least once a month, a blonde boy is sold into the bondage of a beautiful and powerful Roman Emperor.
For all the sucking, fucking, licking, sweating, eating, whispering, grunting, shouting, coming and loving...it has all been worth it. No regrets, no apologies...no turning back.
Brian then went to work, pleasuring Justin to within an inch of his life. After that, Justin received the most powerful and satisfying blowjob of his 20 years. Each better than the last with Brian, but this one was top shelf! Brian did not allow Justin to return the favors or treatment, he was rewarded himself by satisfying Justin...and what a satisfying reward it was. Brian couldn't remember coming harder, except for the first time he and Justin went raw. He was amazed at how hard he had come, just by making Justin come. When it was all over, they both lay in a heap on the bed. Brian had seemingly gone crazy in his machinations and Justin was worn out.
Looking at his watch, Justin noted that they had 45 mins to get showered and dressed for dinner.
"Did you call them Brian and let them know we were coming?" Justin asked, rolling against his lover's back.
"I called when you and whatever the fuck went to get the wine," Brian replied, sleepily.
"Don't fall asleep, we have to get up and shower," Justin smiled, pushing back against Brian.
"Don't start something you can't finish boy," Brian snarled.
"I couldn't if I tried. You literally wore my ass out, seriously. Come on, let's get up," Justin said, moving out of Brian's arms.
"Five more minutes...come back here Justin," Brian beckoned.
"Five more minutes and then we have to get up. You are the one who needs an hour to get ready, not me Tammy," Justin smiled, crawling back into bed. He straddled Brian this time.
Looking down at Brian's face, which had the look of utter satisfaction...his lips swollen and red, his chest still stained crimson and his eyes were half closed, long lashes fluttered up at him.
"What?" Brian asked, running his hand along Justin's chest.
"Nothing, I just like to look at you that's all. Can't I look at you?" Justin smiled and leaned down, capturing Brian's lips in his.
"What do you see when you look at me?" Brian asked, through kisses.
"I see the most beautiful, loving asshole that ever lived," Justin smiled and laughed.
"Uh, that is what I was looking at 10 minutes ago...try again," Brian replied.
"I see you Brian. I see my future, my past, my in between. My love. That is what I see. I see tragedy, I see pain, I see happiness, I see fulfillment, and I see good times, bad times...I see us together. I see love," Justin smiled, tearing up a little at his own admission.
Brian pulled Justin down on top of him and rubbed his back. Justin's head was nestled in the crook of Brian's neck and he felt the boy's tears burn his chest.
"Don't ever let me make you cry Justin. I am not worth it," Brian breathed heavily.
"I'm not sad...I just love you so much it hurts," Justin replied.
"Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?" Brian asked.
Leaning up, wiping his tears, Justin looked at Brian. "Yes, tell me what you see."
"I see hope. I see the most beautiful creature that ever lived. I feel my heart for the first time. I see my redemption," Brian whispered.
A long sensuous kiss and 10 minutes later, they were up. Brian admitted his love for Justin again and again. He asked for forgiveness for all the pain he has caused Justin and for a bank account of second chances he would undoubtedly need in the future. He asked for unconditional love and promised to always love Justin know matter what happened, what was said and not said...what was done and not done. He asked Justin to be his forever. Justin asked for the same things in return...he would settle for nothing less.
Brian of course needed every single minute of getting ready, the label and preening queen that he was. Justin was showered, shaved and dressed in 15 minutes, looking beautiful as ever. He opted for shorts and a shirt as usual; reaching for his tennis shoes, he couldn't find them. "Brian...where are my tennis shoes?"
"How the fuck should I know? You're not wearing those fucking shoes anyways. How many times do I have to tell you?" Brian asked from the bathroom.
"What did you do with them Brian?" Justin huffed and searched the room for them. He found them in the bottom of the laundry hamper in the bathroom.
Holding them up to the mirror for Brian to see that Justin found his hiding place, Brian grimaced and swore. "You can't possibly think you are wearing those tonight. They don't go with what you're wearing. They don't go with anything for that matter!"
"Fine...but don't fucking try to hide them again. I'll just wear the camel slides, how's that?" Justin replied sarcastically.
"Well, change your clothes then. Put on the cream lycra t-shirt and black pants. Will you go get me a drink?" Brian smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, hang on a second. What do you want? Jim Beam?" Justin asked, zipping up his pants and sliding his shoes on.
"Yes dear. Thank you," Brian smiled. He then went back into the bathroom to put the finishing touches on his hair. A run through and the 'just done fucking’ 'do was done. Hearing Justin leave the room he went out and picked up the tennis shoes. He walked over and opened the doors to the deck, walking out; he hurled them off into parts unknown. "Try finding them this time."
Brian picked out his clothes, choosing something that would compliment Justin's ensemble, he settled on black as usual. Looking fabulous and sex personified, he met Justin at the door with his drink and a kiss. "Thanks sexy," and mussed up Justin's hair.
Coming downstairs they saw Ted and Emmett waiting patiently in the living room and were immediately bombarded with questions.
"Do I look okay?” "Will there be any single guys there?” "Are Daniel and Patrick life partners?” "What's for dinner?” "Do I look okay?" (Again)
"My towels read BK...Not Yahweh. How the fuck are we supposed to know all that?" Brian said, shaking his head.
"Let me get the wine and the tart. I should go check on Michael first," Justin replied.
"He's fine Justin. Let's go," Brian huffed.
Justin ignored him and knocked lightly on Michael's door. Hearing no reply, he opened the door a crack and peeked in. He saw Michael sleeping with some comic books on his chest. A glass of water and an Advil bottle and aloe next to his bed. Justin smiled; still feeling sorry for the discomfort the man was experiencing.
"Justin! Let's fucking go!" Brian yelled from the living room.
Getting in the Jeep they made their way down the road, turning into the bungalow type cottage. It seemed small, but looks were deceiving. Upon being invited in, they noticed the house was huge. It was modeled after the 1940s cottages in Los Angeles with the porch wrapping around and hard woods. Old fashioned fixtures and art deco themed the house. The backyard had tiki torches and lanterns lit up and guests were gathered around the pool. The four men rounded the guest list and its occupants to 12. All the guests were men.
Getting out of the Jeep, Brian gave Ted and Emmett the once over. "Do not embarrass me or Justin tonight. We own property and will be vacationing here. Don't touch anything, don't say anything...Emmett. And, remember...just be someone else," Brian tutored his pupils. Justin just shook his head and laughed.
Justin and Brian walked hand in hand to the door with Ted and Emmett following. Grabbing a quick kiss and copping a feel, Brian rang the doorbell.
Greeted at the door by Daniel, Brian smiled and said, "We brought wine to drink, a tart for dessert, and two lambs for slaughter."