Daniel took the wine and tart from Brian and Justin and ushered them inside, with Ted and Emmett trailing behind them.
“Daniel, this is Ted and this is Emmett,” Justin smiled and pointed to each man.
“The lambs of slaughter, huh? Aren’t you supposed to be watching over your flock Brian?” Daniel laughed and shook each of their hands.
“My flock consists of one little lamb,” Brian smiled back and pulled Justin closer to him.
“Yeah, just call him Little Bo Peep,” Ted smiled. He received a smack upside his head.
“More like the Big Bad Wolf,” Justin snickered. As they stood there, Brian sidled up to him and growled in his ear and asked Justin if he could blow him down later.
The men just stood there, Emmett’s eyes were canvassing the room, picking out the potentials. “Shall I introduce you gentlemen around then?” Daniel asked.
“Sure,” they all said in unison.
Coming from the foyer, into the living area, they saw a few men milling around, sitting down on the couches, and talking. Eyes looked up, conversations stopped and a quiet lull came over the room.
“Hey guys, we have more guests. This is Brian, Justin, Emmett and, oh sorry, what’s your Name again?” Daniel asked Ted.
“Ted,” he replied.
“Right, I’m terribly sorry. And Ted.” Daniel then turned to the guests seated and standing and went around introducing them. “This is Trevor, Dechlen, Jon, and Adam.”
Pleasantries were exchanged and regarded. Patrick came in and joined them. They all milled around the living room for a bit, before going outside.
“Brian and Justin brought some Merlot and some dessert, isn’t that nice Patrick? Justin, do you want to come with me to put the tart up then we’ll get you something to drink?” Daniel asked, reaching out to grab Justin’s hand.
“Sure, that would be great. Do you want something to drink Brian?” Justin turned and asked his lover.
“No, I’ll wait for you outside,” and leaned in to kiss Justin’s cheek. No need to say anything more.
Smirking, Justin just shook his head and followed Daniel into the kitchen.
Turning to Emmett and Ted, Brian said, “Remember what I told you…be on your best behavior, if you have one.”
“Yes, Brian. We’ll be fine, quit worrying. We’re not exactly idiots you know,” Emmett huffed and went to sit on the couch next to Dechlen.
“Look Hansel and uh, Gretel, just be nice okay…and don’t queen out,” Brian spat.
Two other men were outside, sitting in the hot tub. The men joined Patrick out on the veranda and settled down in the chaise chairs, made available.
Raphael and Kyle were seated outside and chatting. They stood up to greet the newcomers and then sat back down. Everyone was outside except for Justin and Daniel.
“Don’t worry Brian, Daniel is probably showing Justin his Kandinsky and his Liechtenstein,” Patrick tried to reassure him.
Brian smiled and tried not to look nervous or whatever he was feeling. Great, another art lover.
Patrick spoke up, “Aren’t there five of you staying? Where’s your friend?”
Brian sighed, “He’s a little indisposed. He was badly sunburned today and thought it best to stay in.”
“Poor Michael. He looked awful. Too bad he couldn’t make it,” Emmett replied.
“We tried to warn him…but, you know Mikey, he wouldn’t listen,” Brian smiled.
As the men sat around, Brian kept looking over into the house waiting and watching for Justin. Jon had taken up camp next to Brian and was trying to make eye contact. Emmett and Dechlen were seated next to each other and Raphael got into the hot tub. Kyle was already talking to Ted.
Patrick and Justin came out and Justin immediately noticed the close proximity of Jon next to Brian. Brian stood up and watched Justin saunter over. Smiling at Jon, Justin pushed Brian back into his seat and sat upon Brian’s lap.
“Well, that settles that then,” Jon, laughed.
“What?” Emmett asked.
“You would have to know Jon to know what he’s talking about,” Dechlen smiled. “Right, Jon?”
“No harm, no foul,” Jon said and reached over to introduce himself to Justin.
“Nice to meet you, Justin Taylor,” Justin smiled and leaned back into Brian.
“Get me a beer?” Brian purred into Justin’s neck and rubbed his back.
Hopping up off of Brian’s lap, Justin walked over to the ice bin and rooted around for a Samuel Adams. Showing Brian the label, he received a nod and reached for one himself.
“He’s beautiful and so young,” Trevor whispered to Raphael.
“And, seems like he’s taken too, Trevor. I wouldn’t mess with that,” Raphael smiled. “But, that, I would be all over,” he added, looking to Brian.
“Boys, boys…where’s your manners? I told you that Brian and Justin are together. Cut it out,” Daniel laughed.
Justin came back and took his place upon Brian’s lap. “Do you want a chair, sweetie?” Trevor asked and looked to the chair next to him.
“No, he’s fine,” Brian spoke up and wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Justin smiled.
“So, what do you boys do?” Kyle asked. Besides looking incredible…that is what he really wanted to add.
“I’m a student at PIFA and an artist,” Justin replied.
“Really, that’s exciting. I would love to see your work,” Trevor smiled.
“I work in fashion,” Emmett smiled.
“I can tell. Do you make your own clothes?” Dechlen asked.
“Unfortunately for us, he does,” Brian replied.
“I own my own website,” Ted replied sheepishly.
“Oh, a dot.com-er huh?” Kyle smiled.
“It’s quite a lucrative business huh, King?” Brian smiled. Evidently, Brian was on a roll.
“Brian, what do you do?” Raphael asked.
“I work in advertising,” Brian replied nonchalantly.
“He’s a partner in a huge firm in Pittsburgh, aren’t you Brian?” Justin smiled.
“Yep. I work in advertising,” Brian replied.
The other men traded their occupation information and then settled into light chatter and banter. Amid the men there seemed to be a model, a fashion designer, a PR specialist, a psychologist, pro golfer and a realtor.
Meanwhile back at the house, Michael was waking up and hungry. He walked slowly, as every step hurt, to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of Honeycomb and a glass of juice. He took the remote and flipped until he found the Cartoon Network. The house was so quiet. He missed his friends. His skin and whole body hurt. He looked over to the stairs and his curiosity got the better of him.
He walked up the stairs and when he got to the landing he looked left and then right. He knew what the kitchen looked like already, having gotten ripped a new one a few days ago in there. He turned right and went to Brian and Justin’s bedroom. Opening the door he walked in slowly. He felt like a little spy. But, he was just curious to see Brian and Justin’s things together. Them together. He walked over to the bathroom and looked in. He saw all the bottles of crap Brian had. Probably, about a month’s rent worth of that frou-frou stuff.
He walked back into the bedroom and took a seat on the bed. Their bed. The bed that Brian and Justin slept in…together. He picked up a pillow and breathed in the scent. Brian’s scent. He went over to the desk and opened a drawer. On the desk, Michael saw the framed picture of Gus, Brian and Justin sitting there and it made him smile. Pulling open the drawer, he saw an accordion file and he opened it. The deed to the house was inside. The deed to the house owned by Justin Taylor. Brian had put the house in Justin’s name, to ensure that Justin would be taken care of. Did Justin know?
This house cost a lot; Michael knew that. What else had Brian done for Justin? What else was in his name? Did they have a joint checking account? Did they have joint credit cards? Did they have a will together? Michael sat there stunned for a while. Not knowing whether to be happy for the couple or rip the papers up in defiance.
While he lay there suffering earlier, he came to the conclusion that he was jealous. Jealous of the relationship. Jealous that Brian would never be his. Jealous that he didn’t have what they had. He put the papers back inside the file and closed the drawer. He walked calmly out and back downstairs.
Back at the gathering, the men still sat outside, talking and drinking. Ted was getting cozy with Kyle and Emmett and Dechlen seemed to be hitting it off. Jon was now in the hot tub with Raphael.
Ted took that moment to choke on a piece of celery. He stood up and his faced turned red, almost blue. He was motioning to someone to help him.
“Are we playing charades?” Emmett asked, sipping his drink.
Patrick got up and grabbed Ted from behind and performed the Heimlich maneuver on him. The chewed up piece of celery landed on Brian’s shoulder.
Looking down at the celery, Brian just rolled his eyes, “Charming.” Brian would have gotten up to help Ted, but he wanted to watch the excitement for a few minutes more. He was enjoying the fact that the only way Ted had shut up was that a piece of celery had lodged in his throat.
Emmett was just clueless…that’s all.
Justin got up from Brian’s lap and started to go inside, “I’ll be right back.”
Brian smiled and received a kiss and watched him go inside.
“Powder break?” Raphael asked.
Brian just glared at him and watched as Trevor stood up to go inside as well.
“Uh oh,” Emmett said.
“I’d go get your boy if I were you. He might need rescuing,” Raphael said.
“I doubt it,” Brian smirked.
Raphael got out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around himself and sat in the chair next to Brian. Evidently Jon had lost interest or was used to Raphael cutting in.
“So, Justin is your, uh…boyfriend?” Raphael asked, looking Brian up and down.
“Uh oh,” Emmett said again.
“No,” Brian replied, looking at Raphael.
Raphael took the hint and moved in closer. He reached out to stroke Brian’s strong arm that was gripping the bottle in his hands. “Well, then…” Raphael started to speak.
“He’s my partner,” Brian said firmly and stood to go inside the house.
Raphael just looked at Brian and huffed.
While exiting the bathroom, Justin bumped into Trevor. “Excuse me.”
“Pleasure’s all mine cutie,” Trevor smiled and moved his hand up to caress Justin’s cheek.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked, stepping back.
“Just trying to pinch your cherubic cheeks. So…Botticelli,” Trevor breathed.
“So…taken,” Brian said. Trevor didn’t hear Brian come in or down the hall.
“It’s okay Brian, nothing happened,” Justin said, squeezing by Trevor, who had the look of impending doom plastered across his beautiful face.
“I know, go back outside,” Brian said, smiling his cold, calculating smile.
Justin just bit his lip and walked away.
“You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours, Trevor,” Brian smirked and pressed his palm into Trevor’s chest.
“Well, what about you then?” Trevor said, closing the gap between them.
“Like what I had to tell the Fabio reject out there…I don’t fuck around…anymore,” Brian said, and lightly slapped Trevor’s cheek. “And, neither does Justin.”
“Pity,” Trevor replied.
“For some,” Brian responded and walked away.
As Brian walked back out to the living room, he saw Justin in the kitchen. He slinked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. His strong hands gripped Justin’s stomach and ran across the tight lycra. “How’s my little piggy?”
“I could’ve handled it Brian. You know, I am capable of taking care of myself,” Justin replied. He was a little miffed that Brian came to check up on him and then a little elated that Brian did, at the same time.
“I know, but I like to take care of you. I thought we talked about this. You don’t want me taking care of you? Are you going to start opening your own doors now and refusing to cook me a hot meal, when I come home from a long, hard day at the office?” Brian breathed into Justin’s ear and pushed himself into Justin.
“Just don’t expect me to do your laundry or wear pearls,” Justin replied and turned around, facing Brian. His arms went up around Brian’s neck.
“I wouldn’t let you near my Prada, but, a nice pearl choker…that can be up for discussion, right?” Brian said, leaning down to kiss Justin. Those red lips guiding him in like a beacon.
“Whatever you want Brian, just kiss me,” Justin huffed.
They stood there, almost swallowing each other in the kitchen, oblivious to the intruder coming into the perimeter.
“Excuse me, guys?” Trevor spoke.
Breaking away from each other, Brian and Justin looked annoyed. “Yes?” Brian asked.
“I just wanted to apologize. I apologize to you, Justin and to you, Brian. That was very rude and inconsiderate of me,” Trevor said.
“And?” Brian asked.
“Brian!” Justin said, and slapped Brian on the arm. “It’s okay Trevor. Thanks for the apology. No one has ever apologized, to us at least, for hitting on us,” Justin added.
“Well, I hope this doesn’t come between us. I know that you guys bought the house down the road, and well, I hope this doesn’t reflect upon Daniel and Patrick. They are really great guys. They can’t be responsible for their friends,” Trevor said, smiling and hoping that his apology was accepted. Walking away he added, “You two are beautiful together, by the way.”
“I certainly don’t want to be held accountable for my friends. But, we are beautiful, aren’t we?” Brian replied and then launched another lip assault onto Justin.
Emmett rushed in the house, soaked to the bone. Evidently he was trying to show off his limbo skills and fell into the pool. Obviously, he couldn’t go that low. Dechlen followed him to the bathroom and tried to help dry Emmett off.
Smoothing out the passion cowlicks and tucking shirts back in, they calmly went back outside to join the festivities. Justin had to calm Brian down from his meltdown. Between getting celery harked up on him and now Emmett trying to impersonate Esther Williams, he vowed never again to subject himself or another living person to his ‘so called’ friends.
Water flowed under the bridge and all the men got along for the rest of the night. No one else really hit on or flirted with either of them, outwardly. They just couldn’t help themselves. Could you?
Walking out to the Jeep, Emmett raved about getting Dechlen’s number and Ted was going on and on about Kyle. Neither got lucky; just phone numbers. Phone calls that would never be made once the cheap bastards remembered the price of long distance.
“Did you have a good time young man?” Brian asked Justin, swinging their clasped hands between them.
“Yeah, Daniel and Patrick are great. The other guys are so superficial though. They seem to have such high powered and complicated careers, but the personality of a blade of grass,” Justin replied.
“Brian, when is the next time we are coming out here, that Dechlen is to die for!” Emmett asked.
“You won’t be, not if I can help it. And guess what, I can help it,” Brian sneered.
“Their house is amazing. I really like the way they have it decorated. Daniel said his sister did it. She’s an interior decorator,” Justin said.
“Well, maybe we can call her to re-do the house then,” Brian smiled back.
“Really? I have so many ideas!” Justin beamed.
“Why did I know that?” Brian droned.
“Daniel’s Kandinsky was wonderful. I can’t wait to put up some great works of art in the house,” Justin mused.
“Starting with yours,” Brian smiled.
“Let’s take a swim when we get back, huh? What do you say?” Justin purred.
“Is water involved? You know how I feel about us and water,” Brian purred back.
Getting in the Jeep, Ted asked Brian, “Aren’t you too tired to swim Brian? I’d hate for you to drown.”
Looking at Ted in the rear view, Brian asked, “Now, why would I be tired Ted? I’m not the one as old as Father Time, am I?”
“I mean, all that interference and cock blocking you had to do tonight…you must be wiped out. It was quite a game,” Ted laughed.
Brian just shot him a ‘go to hell’ look and started the engine.
“Well, Justin was quite the little blocker for Brian as well, weren’t you honey?” Emmett piped in.
Brian just looked over at Justin. He didn’t realize that cocks directed at him were being blocked by Justin. Justin didn’t say a word, just smiled and looked straight ahead.
Brian leaned over and kissed Justin. The full on assault had begun again. “Get a room,” Ted said.
“We have a house full of rooms, asshole. Remember? You’re sleeping in one of them,” Brian shot back.
“Brian Kinney’s got his own little Boys Town,” Emmett sang.
They made the short drive back to the house in silence. Brian threatened to tie them to the bumper if they spoke another word. Just a few lights were on and all was quiet. Michael was still up watching cartoons in the living room.
Coming in the house, they were startled to see Michael up and Emmett and Ted went to talk to him and inquire of his condition. Justin told him that he brought him a plate back of food, if he was hungry. Justin was ever the little caretaker.
“Did you guys have a good time?” Michael asked.
“Oh, it was great honey. And there were some delectable dishes there. You would have had a ball,” Emmett said.
“Let’s hope he has two, unless the sunburn shriveled one up. You do still have two, right Mikey?” Brian smirked.
“Yeah, and mine aren’t in a vise named Justin, like yours,” Michael shot back.
Brian just shot a glare at Michael and then motioned for Justin to come upstairs.
Michael just always had to make a comment about Justin to Brian. He could never let it go. Brian was not whipped, just happy. Although, if Brian had to be dick-whipped by anyone, he would prefer it to be Justin.
As they undressed to go for a swim, Brian agreed with Ted. “Ted’s right you know. I did have to cock block an awful lot. Your pheromones must be wafting.”
“Come on Brian. That Raphael was all over you. I practically had to piss a circle around you!” Justin laughed. Then he did his imitation of Raphael, shaking his hair, running his fingers through his locks and up and down his belly. “Plus that Jon guy. Can I get you another beer Brian? Can I light your cigarette Brian? Can I suck your dick Brian? It was sickening!”
“Yeah, well Trevor was pretty hot for you. He was hot too, right? Then there was Adam. He seemed to take quite a shining to you when I went to take a piss,” Brian quizzed.
“You’re trying to get me into an argument and it won’t work. Either one of us could have had anyone there. I only want you,” Justin said and walked into the bathroom.
Following him with his eyes, Brian watched Justin go into the bathroom, away from him. If truth be told, maybe he was trying to start an argument. He was sure of his feelings about Justin, but he still harbored jealousy and hurt from when Justin left him before. It was true…they could have had anyone there. Brian literally had to threaten Trevor and remind him that Justin was with him, twice during the night. Evidently all apologies are bullshit. Brian knew that Justin was a brilliant, beautiful man and he would always be jealous of attentions directed at him.
Justin had fought the battle for three years and after all that, he still managed to come out on top. Any and everyone desired Brian. If someone had a type, no matter, Brian was everyone’s type, so that theory was lobbed out the window. The man exuded sex. His appearance, his clothes, his work…he was such a catch. Brian was not the type to be snapped up and pinned down in an album…he had to surrender himself. And he did, willingly…to Justin.
All the tragedy and pain that had befallen them, they were finally happy. They were where they belonged.
Resigned to not fight, Brian walked into the bathroom and stood behind Justin at the counter. They both looked at each other through the reflection.
“I only want you,” Brian said, nipping Justin’s ear.
“I know, just wanted to make you say it,” Justin smiled and ran out.
“You little fucker!” and Brian ran out after Justin to the deck.
They both jumped in the pool and met in the middle. Justin put his arms around Brian’s neck and treaded water with his feet. Brian pulled them to the shallow end, towards the steps. As he leaned into the step, he pulled Justin between his legs, to lie against his chest. They sat there looking up at the sky for a while, just touching and caressing each other. The water was warm and inviting. A perfect ending to a perfect night. Almost.
Looking inside, they could see the boys sitting on the couch in their pajamas and talking. Emmett had on his ‘do rag with his half shirt and Ted had on flannel.
Brian and Justin both laughed. There were so many fashion crimes being committed in the state of Maryland right now, it was unbelievable. Thank God they weren’t in Iran, the ‘clothes police’ would sentence them to death.
“Wanna fool around?” Justin smiled.
“What do you think?” Brian replied. Like Justin had to ask.
Justin turned around in Brian’s lap and they faced away from the house, so that only Brian’s back was in view. Justin carefully lifted himself up onto Brian’s crotch and waited while Brian grasped his cock and steadied himself. Justin lowered himself down and slowly started to rock back and forth. Brian’s knees were trembling from the pressure and the warm air and warm water was already causing a sweat to break out on his lip. Justin leaned in and kissed him, licking the sweat off.
“Fuck me Brian,” Justin panted.
“You get such a foul mouth when you are horny!” Brian smiled and smacked Justin on the ass.
“Can’t help it, you bring it out in me,” Justin smiled back and ground himself down.
Brian’s eyes glazed over and gripped Justin tighter to him. He laid him down, holding his head above water and pushed into him hard. “You’re such a foul mouth, dirty boy. Do you like that?”
Moaning incoherently, Justin just gave himself over. Brian kept pushing, holding Justin’s head up. Pulling Justin up out of the water, Brian moved and slammed them up against the side of the pool, reaching for Justin’s legs. He grabbed each and wrapped them around his waist. He bent himself down and pushed upward into Justin. Justin reached his arms out and grasped the side of the pool and his fingers tried to dig into the aggregate.
“Harder Brian…Fuck me harder. Oh. My. God. Yes, HARDER!” Justin yelled.
Brian reached up and put his hand over Justin’s mouth, to quiet him. His eyes went to the door as he saw Ted and Emmett come out. “Who’s out here?” Ted called. Like he was going to do something…in his flannel, with his knees shaking.
“If it sounds like wild dogs, it’s just Brian and Justin. Don’t worry,” Michael yelled from the living room.
When they got going, it was like the wild dogs of Suburbia, running wild and free. They are always apt to turn on you, in an instant.
“Get the fuck back inside. NOW!” Brian yelled.
Ted and Emmett were spooked at the growl and hurried back inside.
“You know what they say about wild dogs?” Michael asked.
“They run in a pack? They are scavengers?” Ted quipped.
“No. You should shoot them to put them out of your misery,” Michael said and went to his bedroom.
Ted and Emmett just looked at Michael as he walked away. They couldn’t figure out what the hell was the matter with him. Emmett reached for the remote and flipped around until finding something decent, besides Johnny Quest. “God, Johnny Quest. He is hot! Oh, The Banana Splits are coming on!”
Ted, shot Emmett a look and grabbed the remote from him.
“Oh, leave it there, it’s Silkwood. I love Cher. You know, I heard that, “ Emmett spoke but was cut off by Ted.
“She did not get her pussy tightened. That is such bullshit!” Ted piped up.
“Are you sure? I think I read that somewhere,” Emmett responded.
“Emmett, Cosmopolitan doesn’t count,” Ted replied.
“That Kurt Russell…hmmmm. Delicious,” Emmett said, tightening his ‘do rag.
When the men went back inside, Brian moved his hand from Justin’s mouth. “See what you did megaphone? Are you gonna be quiet?”
Laughing Justin just replied coyly, “Would you rather I just say nothing and act like a dead fuck?”
Pushing into Justin hard, Brian smiled and said, “I couldn’t silence you if I tried. Believe me, I have tried.”
“God, you are always so tight. I love being inside you!” Brian panted. His hands gripped Justin’s waist, pushing him up and down on his cock as he pushed himself deeper into Justin.
“Brian…Brian…Oh God. Yeah, right there, go faster,” Justin rasped.
“I love fucking you Justin. I want to come inside you. God…it feels so good. You feel so good,” Brian couldn’t stop.
They continued their groove and of course it felt like they were frolicking in the waves. Water lapped all around them and then all of a sudden something wrapped around Brian’s legs. “What the fuck?”
Brian jumped back and dropped Justin into the water. The pool sweeper’s tentacle had wrapped around Brian’s leg and scared the shit out of him. Realizing he’d dropped Justin, he reached down and pulled him up.
“Trying to drown me now?” Justin spat out water and coughed.
“I’m sorry, that motherfucker tried to kill me!” Brian snapped and held Justin up on his knee, with the buoyancy of the water aiding.
“I see that you wouldn’t give me the door, huh? Right Rose?” Justin smirked.
“Huh? What the fuck are you talking about. Did I hurt you; turn around. Let me see your back,” Brian said and turned Justin around, noticing the scratch marks on Justin’s back. He slid down the wall of the pool, hitting the aggregate as he was dropped. “Sorry, baby.”
“Well, I know you like marking me, but this is ridiculous,” Justin smiled. “It doesn’t hurt, yet. You just better make it up to me. Now, where were we?”
Brian pushed he and Justin back to the steps and lay Justin against them. Brian moved in between Justin’s legs and pulled them around his waist. Justin gripped onto the sides of the pool again and Brian plunged into him. The pace was a little frantic as they were on edge to complete what they had started. They locked lips and rocked into each other and whispered each other’s name.
The moans were getting louder, the dogs were howling. Brian was pushing furiously, wanting them to get to that place. He grabbed Justin’s face and kissed him harder, his hand held the angelic face and he stared into the icy blue. Their breaths were short and ragged. Justin kept telling Brian how good he felt and begging to be filled up. The cement was scratching Brian’s legs as he thrust harder and harder. That would probably hurt tomorrow, but not now. Brian was moaning Justin’s name, swearing and feeling the tension rising. Coming together, they shuddered into each other. Out of breath, out of energy, but completely in bliss, they lay in each other’s arms. When they finished, Justin sat up and drew Brian into him. They sat there, letting the water cool them off. Justin went inside after a few minutes and got them each a towel. Brian had gone over to the hammock and lay down. Justin came over, with his towel around his waist and bent down on his knees beside Brian. He moved the cloth over Brian’s sleek body and gently dried his lover.
Brian pulled him up and laid the towel down next to him and brought Justin into the hammock with him. They swayed gently in the midnight air with the cool breeze washing over them. It was a warm night and the stars were out, blazing the sky.
“Show me the Big Dipper,” Justin said, turning to Brian.
“What am I Copernicus?” Brian said, rolling his eyes.
“Just show me. You know you want to,” Justin said, pinching Brian’s arm.
“Ow. Okay, it’s over there. See it?” Brian pointed.
“Can I tell you something? Promise you won’t laugh though?” Justin asked, a little embarrassed.
“Have I ever laughed at you?” Brian asked, and then rolled his eyes at the look Justin gave him. “Okay, but, you had NO business letting Emmett dress you that night!”
Justin laughed and nodded his head. “This is so cornball, but…I’ve always fantasized about looking up at the stars with you. I mean, you pointing and showing me the constellations. Showing me how they go on and on forever. Retarded or what?”
Brian just sat silent. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He had no smart retort or quick comeback. He had actually thought about that before. He and Justin, just looking up and forward. A time not very long ago, when things were bad between them, he just wanted to be in a happy place with Justin. He just wanted solitude with Justin. He wanted to give Justin the earth, the moon and the stars.
“Brian? Are you laughing?” Justin asked, waiting to be cut to the quick.
“No, Sunshine. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. Wanting me to show them infinity. I love you,” Brian said, breathily.
“Oh, I love you too, Brian. I always will. I feel like I always have,” Justin smiled and snuggled closer to Brian.
They fell into a comfortable silence and swayed back and forth into sleep.
Drops of rain pitter patted on the deck and on the sleeping men. Brian and Justin were tangled in each other’s arms and moved to get out of bed. Problem is, they weren’t in bed. Moving to get up, Brian jumped out and the hammock swung, with Justin tumbling out onto the deck.
“Jesus Brian!” Justin yelled.
Shaking his head, Brian moved down to pick Justin up. “Did you hurt your ass?” Brian smirked.
“No, the ass is fine. Just my pride,” Justin laughed at the situation.
“As long as your ass is okay, fuck pride. I have,” Brian replied.
“Along with all of Pittsburgh, now you have to take on the Deadly Sins?” Justin smirked. He received a hard slap on that ass of his. “Hey, what about saving the ass?”
“I’ll save it again and again and again. Leave it to me to be your salvation,” Brian said and they walked inside the living room.
Ted and Emmett were sprawled out on the couch, tangled in each other. It was a horrifying sight to Brian and Justin.
Brian went in to start the coffee maker and asked Justin if he wanted breakfast.
“You mean do I want to cook breakfast?” Justin said, sarcastically.
“That’s part of the deal, remember?” Brian smiled sweetly, fluttering the eyelashes, for effect.
“You’re lucky I am hungry,” Justin replied, batting Brian away from him.
“You’re always hungry,” Brian replied.
Walking over to the couch, Brian had a pot and a wooden spoon. He began to beat on the pot, simulating reveille, or his version of ‘Wake The Fuck Up!’
Emmett and Ted jumped nearly three feet off the couch and glared at Brian.
“Did I wake you?” Brian smiled.
Michael came out of the bedroom and walked over to the counter.
“Well, if it isn’t little Mikey. How you feeling today, Mikey?” Brian asked and squeezed Michael tightly.
“Ow! Asshole!” Michael yelled.
“Still sore? Sorry about that,” Brian smiled.
“You missed it last night Michael, when you went to bed, Silkwood came on,” Emmett said.
“I wish someone would do me a favor and Silkwood all of your asses,” Brian chirped.
Justin was busy slicing up fruit in the kitchen and noticing the dark sky.
“Oh, it looks like rain today. I guess we can’t play outside,” Ted laughed.
“Great, if I have to be cooped up here with you idiots, I will go crazy,” Brian spat.
“Why don’t you just go to your room and fuck, that’s all you ever do anyways,” Michael replied, snarkily.
“That’s rich coming from someone who wouldn’t know what a dick looked like, if it shoved itself up your ass!” Brian shot back.
“Brian?” Justin asked from the kitchen.
“What’s up?” Brian turned and started walking towards Justin in the kitchen. He came behind Justin and hugged him sweetly, kissing his neck.
“Why the fuck, are my tennis shoes on that sand dune?” Justin asked, pissed off, looking out the window.
Brian just froze.