Goshdarn it’s hot! When’s the last time this yard has been mowed? Wait a minute? I’m mowing the yard? Brian Kinney does not mow. Gave that shit up years ago. I live in a loft, nothing but concrete yard for me. The only yard I mow is Justin’s tight bottom. That’s my front yard and backyard. Do the weed eating there too…all along those hard to get crevices. My yard is clean and smooth…nary a dead patch there, that’s for darn sure.
Okay, back to what’s going on. Where’s the loft? Where am I? Whose house is this? It isn’t mine, that’s for fudging sure. Look to my left…look to my right. Who the fudge are these people? Why the FUDGE am I talking like this?
He muttered ‘fuck’ and it came out ‘fudge’. Brian then went into a tirade of every four letter word he could imagine, but none came out. They were replaced with harmless words. Fuck! Shit! Hell! Damn! Cock! He figured if anyone heard him they’d just denounce him with Tourettes. All that actually came out was Fudge! Shoot! Heck! Darn and Cook!
Brian saw house upon house to his left and right and across the street, all virtually the same. All these men, mowing their lawns, at precisely the same time. Going up, turning, and coming back down. The drones pushed the mowers across the green plush of their yards, almost synchronized. Suburbia Heck.
“Hey Brian! Beautiful day isn’t it?” a man comes to Brian’s side handing him a screwdriver. The man is in chinos and a plaid button down shirt. He has on black suspenders and Dexter’s.
“Uh, yeah. Beautiful day,” Brian says. Who the fudge is this guy? He looks familiar. Oh fudge…it’s the Frenchman! What happened to his accent? How’d this fudging troll get here? I heard he got deported, poor bastard. Nice shirt dude. Nice suspenders…am I in hell?
“I say…Brian, here’s your screwdriver I borrowed last week. Lindsey is so happy that I finally got that new fangled can opener installed. If she complained one more time about the manual one, well…you know,” the man just wouldn’t shut up. “Gui this and Gui that! She is such a chatty one!”
Why is this troll talking to me and where the fudge is my kid? Where the fudge am I? “Lindsey? Where’s Mel?” Brian asks him. Is this a joke? Where’s the goshdarn camera?
“Mel? What about Melanie?” the man asks. “She and Ted are doing fine. The baby is due in a week.”
Huh? Melanie and Ted. That figures. Never been two more deserving people put together in this world. Wonder which one will end up in the looney bin first? Brian shot for Ted.
All of a sudden, Justin is at Brian’s side. Justin is wearing a pinafore and pearls. In his ears are diamond studs and he has a rock the size of Brian’s balls on his hand. Holy Shoot! I’ve gone and done it. I have to be in Heck.
Justin is shoving a glass of lemonade in Brian’s face. Lemonade? Get real. “Go fix me a real drink, and take that goop off your face Justin!” Goop? What the heck is goop?
Justin looked horrified. He looked to Brian, then to Gui and blushed. “You love lemonade Brian! What ‘real drink’ do you want? How about some iced tea? Is your colon acting up again?”
Brian grimaced. I have a colon problem? Seriously…this joke’s not funny anymore.
Emmett and Michael drive up in their woody wagon. Michael is in a dress, with a hat on. Okay, shouldn’t this be the other way around? Emmett is all trussed up in work boots with a construction hat on. Well, I guess he finally became the big beefy top he always wanted. But Michael? His hair is long and in a Chanel bun, clasped with a butterfly clip.
“I sure as fiddle sticks didn’t ask for lemonade Justin. Fix me a Beam and coke. Now,” he added, to be Brian Kinney-polite. I don’t know why I am being polite, he is standing here looking like Donna Reed, and I am getting the looks? In addition, who the Fudge says fiddle sticks?
Justin blushed again and told Brian quietly to watch his language. That earned him the eye roll of a thousands.
Emmett and Michael join the scene in the yard and start the small talk. Evidently, Michael just got back from picking Emmett up at the plant and they are on their way into their house. Next door. Great.
“Brian! We do not have any of that hard liquor in our house. Besides, you don’t drink! I think you may have heat exhaustion. Excuse us, Gui,” Justin replies looking embarrassed for both of them. He calls out to Gui as he makes his retreat, slowly, “Tell Lindsey that the blue ribbon cherry pie is cooling in the pie safe for her. We’re sure to win first prize in the County Fair tomorrow!”
“I sure will Justine!” Gui yells back in response. Justine? Oh fudge.
“Oh, Justine…I wanted to tell you that your recipe for the turkey meatloaf was just wonderful. Emmett couldn’t get enough of it,” Michael raved on and on.
County Fair? What county are we in exactly? ‘Straightjacket-ville’? ‘You’ve go to be kidding me-ville’?
“Brian…Brian? Are you okay? Here, drink this and come inside. The yard looks marvelous honey. It’s about time we got cleaned up for church,” Justin smiled, trying to gain control of the situation.
“Church? I am not fudging going to church Justin!” This has gone on long enough. Church? You’ve got to be shooting me. What’s next? My mother will drive up and be going with us, presumably. Yeah right.
“Brian, we go to church three times a week! You’re the choir director! You must be coming down with something!” Justin shook his head.
Like clockwork, Joanie Kinney drives up in her Cadillac Deville. She looks ever the prim and proper stone cold biddy as always.
“Brian honey, how are you?” she calls to Brian, arms loaded down with Bibles.
Well, that’s it. I am in heck. She has followed me here.
Therefore, here they were, all standing in what appeared to be Brian and Justine’s front yard. There’s Gui waving goodbye and then, Lindsey coming outside with three screaming brats following her…all triplets. They each have the dark tresses and dark eyes of their father, Gui.
There’s Emmett and Michael going back to their house and Justin is still waving that fudging lemonade glass around, talking to Brian’s mother.
“Hello Mother,” Brian says back, just for shoots and giggles.
“Why Brian, you look absolutely peaked honey. Are you coming down with something?” Joanie asks and pats Brian’s forehead, then turns to…to Justine.
“He must have heat exhaustion mother Kinney…he even asked for a glass of, god forbid…alcohol!” Justin shushed.
“Good Lord. Jesus Mary and Joseph! Alcohol is the devil’s work Brian! Call Reverand Tom, right away Justine! Maybe you should get Brian in the house right now. Give him two tablets and put him to bed,” Joanie tells Justin. Hello? I am right fudging here you morons!
Craig and Jennifer walk out of the house across the street and greet them. Craig Taylor hugs Brian in a tight embrace, whispering how glad he is that his daughter Justine married such a fine man. Jennifer is slinging a cigarette around and her hair is teased into a tight beehive.
Then, Debbie Novotny and Carl Horvath come walking up. Debbie is dressed down in dark clothing, sans wig. Her hair is pulled tightly into a bun and she is wearing glasses. No buttons…no rainbows. She is dressed in long sleeves and black lace up boots come into view with the swish of her floor length skirt. Carl is dressed in long sleeves and dark clothes as well. Then it hits Brian. They are Amish from the Dutch country.
Clowns are riding by on bicycles with midgets on the handlebars. Brian shudders at his fear of the clowns, honking those horns and their big feet flapping at the peddles. The Lollipop Guild then appears and starts singing in chorus.
Suddenly, Brian is being led away by his arms, dragged into the house. All of a sudden, the faint sound of bells coming down the street blares at them. Masses of little rug rats go spilling into the street, screaming at the top of their lungs, “ICE CREAM!”
They stop where they are, and watch the scene. An ice cream truck rolls up right at the curb in front of the house. The Kinney house? Evidently. Good Humor, hmmm?
The Good Humor man is doling out ice cream to children. “I want a Cherry Blast!” “I want a double chocolate Bomb!” “A double dip vanilla with sprinkles please!” The Good Humor man glances at Brian and winks. He suddenly breaks away from the two cackling hens gripping him and walks calmly to the truck. Brian shoves the children out of his way and bellies up to the makeshift counter.
“A Supersonic Cherry Blow…please,” he drawls. The hot ice cream man nods and then opens the truck to Brian. Climbing in, Brian hears the delightful sounds of the quaint music, then suddenly transfixed into some lame 70s porno music and the scene came to life in all RGB.
Brian gets his Supersonic Blow all right and moves out of the truck. I don’t know what all happened in that truck…but when he makes his exit, the children are crying and yelling that he defiled the Good Humor man and then Justin sees Brian in all his glory, clothes ripped apart and the swagger and faints. Joanie gestures the sign of the cross on her chest and faints as well.
Brian walks over to Justin and picks him up. His pinafore is tangled in Brian’s arms and he struggles to carry Justin into the house. He leaves Joanie lying there in the yard…someone will get her eventually. He says nothing as all the people in his yard now back away from him, gesturing the same across their chests and bow down to the grass to say prayers.
As Brian carries Justin in his arms, Justin is moaning…something about an exorcism and the Good Humor man. Struggling to make it up the stairs, as Justin has definitely put on weight. They pass by the pictures that line the stairs…two children. A chestnut tressed boy and a blonde girl with ringlets. They are each in their school uniforms…Catholic school. That’s just fudging great.
Brian glanced over to get a good look at them and the boy is the spitting image of him, smirk, and all. The girl, beautiful. She has the fair skin, the blue eyes, and the sweet smile of Justin. They must be their children. The smile is immediately wiped from Brian’s face and the urge to heave is upon him. Our children?!
Get to the landing and then go to the right, something tells Brian, drawn there for some reason. He walks down the dark hallway and opens the second door on their right. Inside is the most gauche thing Brian had ever seen. Twin beds. Plain bedspreads, covering the twin beds and the wallpaper…burning his eyes. Brian backs out and turns to their left, with Justin waking up in his arms. Opening the other door, Brian sees it’s the bathroom. Men’s cologne of the low rent kind and toiletries are in there, as well as women’s. Panty hose over the shower curtain rod and pink fluffy carpet on the floor and over the facilities.
Justin is squirming so Brian gently lets him down. He walks him over to the sink and wets a wash rag for Justin’s face. Brian starts to wipe the makeup off his face and lips. Justin makes a cute woman, but he isn’t a fucking woman. Not in this lifetime, Heaven or Hell. Justin is coming around now and asking Brian all sorts of questions.
“Brian how could you? You know you shouldn’t have ice cream. You’re cholesterol is so high! You could drop dead and where would I be? What would happen to Brian Jr and Deborah?”
Okay. Obviously, Justin is still in shock. Cholesterol? Brian just fudged the shit out of the Good Humor man and all Justin is worried about is Brian’s supposed high cholesterol? Brian Jr? Deborah?
“Where’s our bedroom?” Brian asks, afraid of the answer.
A blonde girl comes screaming out of a closed door and begins to berate Brian and Justin. “Mother! Where’s my cashmere sweater? I can’t fucking go to the dance tonight without it! Jacob is expecting me in that sweater! We’re going to the lake tonight afterwards and he promised to fuck me tonight!” Brian blinks and takes in her appearance. Her plaid skirt is hiked up WAY too high. She has these thigh high tights and saddle shoes on. Her white shirt is unbuttoned and a black bra is peaking through…a little too busty, maybe? Her face is covered in makeup and she has hickeys lining her neck and the exposed skin of her chest. She continues to babble on, dropping F-bombs every chance she gets much to the chagrin of her stunned, supposed parents. How come she can say it and Brian can’t, he wonders.
Then, a boy comes out of his room and starts yelling as well. His hair is greasy, his skin inundated with acne and Sputnik-esque glasses overbear his shiny face. His pants are high-water and his fingernails chewed to the quick. “Dad, I need a ride to the comic book store and then later I am going over to play D and D with the guys!” The boy is lanky and sweaty and carrying an inhaler. He has a button on his shirt that reads, “Chess…the sport of Kings”.
The flabbergasted parents are shocked into silence. Those pictures lining the stairs must have been taken long ago. The two pods that are standing in front of Brian are something out of his worst nightmare. Deborah is evidently her father’s daughter. By tell of the sexual dress and the foul mouth. Brian Jr…well, no idea where this nerd spawned from.
Brian grabs his temple and almost collapses against the sink. He is shaking his head and rifling through the medicine cabinet for some form of pain relief. He checks all his pockets looking for a bump or something. Not finding one, he then moves over to sit on the pink fluffy covered toilet.
Both the children continue to scream at him and Justin at the top of their lungs.
Brian gets up, shoves all three out of the bathroom, and slams the door. He needs some quiet. He needs to gather himself.
Then there is a banging on the door. Justin is calling him. Asking if he’s alright. Does he need a doctor? Brian then takes a few more needed deep breaths and opens the door.
The three stand there in shock looking at him.
“You,” pointing at the painted up tart, “go wash your face and take that shoot off, you hussy! You’re grounded! No fudging way are you going out dressed like that. I know how girls like you end up. Take your used up bottom to your room forever!” Then Brian points to the nerd that is his son, ripping off the button, “Go scrub your face, clean off your coke bottles and wait downstairs. You are going to football or hockey practice, right fudging now! No fudging son of mine plays Dungeons and Dragons, you nelly pathetic geek.”
The children stare in wild-eyed shock at the man yelling to them. They huff, get a look from him, and then retreat to their rooms.
“Now, where is our bedroom Justin? I need to lie down,” Brian asks calmly.
Justin looks like Brian just dropped out of the sky. “Right there Brian!” he points to the room they just exited. Oh no…I don’t think so. This has nothing on David Lynch. What next? Are midgets to come crawling out of the ceiling or more clowns? Twin Peaks reject dream. At least that one kept Brian’s interest up.
“Brian…Brian. Wake up, wake up,” I hear someone calling me. Justin. He’s trying to wake me up. I feel his hand caress my cheek. I hear his soothing voice calling to me to wake up and out of this nightmare.
Brian shoots up out of bed and can feel the sweat pouring off his face. He is drenched in sweat and his body is wracked with the shakes. Brian looks to his left and sees that Justin is there. His blue eyes wide and a hint of fear in them, staring. He jumps up out of bed and Brian just sits there, staring at him, watching his movements as he runs into the bathroom. He comes out with a glass of water and two tablets of Advil for Brian. Looking over to the deck doors Brian saw that it was still dark out. He must have been dreaming. Thank God…just a dream.
Suddenly Brian shouts “Fuck! Shit! Damn!” and then smiles. Justin just stares blindly at him, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with his lover.
A dream. A fucking nightmare was what it was. Justin, in a pinafore and pearls. Twin beds. Mother Kinney? Mowing the yard? Clown and midgets? Two kids, God…those fucking spawns of Satan…Brian shuddered and got up to go to the bathroom.
Splashing cold water on his face, and wiping down with a towel, Brian tries to remember if he did any drugs before they went to bed. Nope. Seeing everything in black and white. Fucking hetero Leave it to Beaver bullshit, Brian shakes his head clear. Aha! We watched that stupid fucking TV Land yesterday and there was a Leave it to Beaver marathon on. The subconscious…it’s a scary fucking thing.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Justin asked.
“Just slightly. You don’t want to know,” I reply to him and close that conversation down. Too scary, to repeat it, I’ll just tell you. Too vivid in his mind right now.
Brian got up, put on his robe, and went down the hall to the kitchen. He started some coffee for them, thinking he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep and sat down. He lit a cigarette and went into deep thought. How were things going to be when they went back to Pittsburgh? Would they be different? Brian promised himself that he would be the same as he was now. Committed to Justin. Committed to their relationship. They had forged a new path for themselves. Publicly outing themselves as partners. Sharing domiciles…sharing everything. He vowed to be a good man. He knew he was capable of it. He knew that Justin would carry the relationship, for the most part. He relied on Justin’s strength. Brian had finally found the person inside of him that was quite capable of sustaining a loving and committed relationship and the person with whom to have it with. Life couldn’t be better, as long as it resembled nothing of the nightmare he just had. He shook himself again from the visions of that dream.
He heard Justin faintly calling his name. Brian stubbed out the cigarette and poured the coffee. Calling out to Justin, he carried the cups down the hall and into the room. Justin was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Looking sweetly sleepy and completely sexy. Brian handed him a cup of coffee and they sat there sipping the hot brew.
Justin was very curious as to what had upset Brian so much. “What about?” Justin replied.
“You, me, and fucking Mayberry” Brian smiled.
“Gross. Did we fuck on Barney’s desk?” Justin laughed.
“Actually, it was more like Leave it to Beaver, Justine,” Brian laughed back.
“Justine? What the hell does that mean?” Justin rolled his eyes.
“Well, you did greet me with a glass of lemonade instead of Beam. We had two kids and you fainted when I fucked the ice cream man,” Brian replied.
“You’ve got to be kidding! I don’t fucking think so. I’d rather have fucked Goober on Barney Fife’s desk, thank you very much! I see you managed to fuck a trick in your dream. Subconscious trying to tell you something?” Justin smiled.
“You’d fuck Goober? Seriously, Justin!” Brian smirked.
“No, don’t worry Brian. I wouldn’t fuck Goober. I wouldn’t even fuck Ted!” Justin laughed.
“You won’t be fucking anyone, besides me…remember? And, no. If my subconscious is trying to tell me something, it’s not that I need to fuck around,” Brian whispered.
“It was just a joke. Of course I remember, Brian. I love you…remember?” Justin whispered back and smiled.
“Andy, Barney, or Goober?” Brian asked.
“Goober, definitely,” Justin smiled.
“Okay, what about the Beaver? Would you fuck the Beaver or Lumpy?” Brian asked.
“Lumpy, definitely,” Justin laughed.
“Twenty questions is over…I don’t think I can look at you. First, Goober and then Lumpy?” Brian smiled.
“Oh, you’re just jealous because in black and white, everyone looks better,” Justin smiled and leaned into Brian.
“ Yeah, I know. Let’s go out and do something today, okay? You want to go to lunch or something?” Brian asked.
“I kind of wanted to stay at home today, Brian. I can bake an cherry pie and I bought some vanilla ice cream. It’s really good, you know…Good Humor. I love that ice cream,” Justin smiled.
“NO! No pie. NO ice cream. Anything else but that,” Brian shouted and then caught hold of himself.
Seeing the weird look Justin threw his way, Brian smiled and tried to get a hold of the situation. He took their cups of coffee and placed them on his bedside table. He leaned down, kissed Justin’s nose, and then snuggled up to him. They fell back asleep for a couple of hours, since it was still early and dawn had not yet broken.
Justin fell into a fitful sleep. His nightmare was brought on my Brian’s. They were in Mayberry. Justin was a deputy and worked under Barney Fife. He and Goober, who was Brian in the dream, had a torrid, secret love affair. They’d meet after their weekly haircuts at Clyde’s and waxed the barber pole. Justin woke up screaming Goober’s name and a raging hard on.
Brian was shocked. It was one thing to be told that he was the town mechanic and idiot, but quite another to be saddled with the name Goober and fucking Justin in a barber shop. He was assured it was hot, but that didn’t settle him much.
They woke up fully later and got a quick shower. Brian went down to the jeep and got out Justin’s art supplies for him. The boy hadn’t really done any painting or sketching the whole week and Brian thought he might like to. Brian sat on the deck, in the hammock, watching Justin do some painting and then a charcoal of Brian himself. The portrait came out nicely and captured Brian in all his glory. It was nice and relaxing to spend time in relative quiet. They didn’t need to talk all the time and that was appreciated. Although, the quiet was broken with the occasional utterance of a harsh curse word by Brian…only because he could.
Later, they watched an old classic on AMC. Justin saw Rebel without a Cause for the first time and proclaimed it was the best movie he had ever seen.
“James Dean was so hot! And, that Plato guy…he was so adorable,” Justin whispered as he and Brian made out on the couch.
“His name was Sal Mineo. He’s dead. Was murdered. He was a queer too, can you tell?” Brian asked, watching the screen as Natalie, Jimmy, and Sal sat around.
“Was it a hate crime?” Justin asked.
“I don’t think so. He was mugged or something. He was trying to get his career going again,” Brian replied.
Too bad his life was snubbed. Such a tragedy for James Dean as well. Never got the chance to burn out, or fade away…that choice was taken from both of them. Natalie too, if you wanted to think that way. All three of the actors in the movie, gone from this world. Life is short, be sure to make the most of it while you’re here. Be happy and be, most importantly.
They sat next to each other, as they would in a dark theater, copping feels from each other. There was even popcorn and cokes for their refreshments. On a break they got up and wiped themselves clean from the remnants of butter and other dripping liquids.
It started out quite innocent. The shades pulled down, with the night outside. The room dark, with the huge TV screen illuminating the room. Brian had his arm draped over the back of the sofa with his hand resting on Justin’s shoulder and a big bowl of popcorn between them. Brian massaged Justin’s shoulder as his other hand snaked beneath the bowl and massaged Justin’s crotch. Justin leaned his head down on Brian’s shoulder and turned his face into a kiss.
“Did you ever do that? You know, make out at the movies?” Justin asked.
“No. I always went to the movies with Michael. I didn’t take some skank who wanted to get fingered in the balcony,” Brian replied, watching Sal Mineo call out to Jimmy.
“Never? You didn’t fool around with girls in high school?” Justin perked up.
“A little, but I didn’t take them to the movies. Girls did nothing for me. It’s all too wet, I guess. I wanted hot, hard cock,” Brian whispered back and fiercely grabbed onto the bulge in Justin’s pants.
Justin groaned and threw his leg over Brian’s lap and they began to kiss. The ferocious kissing, you know, when you are so turned on, the saliva is dripping out, and your tongue feels like it will explode, if it doesn’t make that connection.
The popcorn bowl tumped over and fell into their laps and on the floor. Brian pulled Justin up in his lap and they faced each other. “Better get the Dust Buster,” Brian smiled.
“Fuck it, we’ll get it later. But, I’m thinking we need the Hoover,” Justin smiled and snaked his tongue across Brian’s jaw line.
Moaning at the feeling, Brian reached down to grab Justin by his hips and thrust him forward. His ass and cock, underneath the rough jeans, scraping Brian’s growing hard on.
“Did you ever do this with Lindsey, like in college?” Justin asked, between kisses.
Brian stopped and just looked up at Justin. He had never discussed any of what had happened with Lindsey to anyone. Never denied they fooled around, but certainly never told anyone exactly what happened.
“Once or twice…but, we never fucked. We brought each other off a couple of times. I went down on her once. Gross,” Brian shuddered.
“Did she ever blow you?” Justin asked, running his hands up and down Brian’s arms, urging him to keep his body thrusting.
“Yeah…she loved cock, but I hated pussy. Quite all right by me, you know. At that time, a hot mouth was just a hot mouth. A cum receptacle, you know?” Brian replied, snaked one hand up under Justin’s t-shirt, and pulled at his nipple ring, eliciting a groan and a smile.
“Really? A cum receptacle, huh? Was she any good?” Justin smiled and threw his head back as Brian continued to twist the nipple ring around in his fingers and his other hand dug into Justin’s hip.
“Not really. She used her teeth too much. It got to be a bother trying to tell her how to suck cock,” Brian smiled and pulled Justin to him tightly. He smiled and bit the boy’s shoulder, leaving a red mark amidst the teeth indentations.
Justin groaned again and his eyes began to cloud over. He stuck his thumb in Brian’s mouth, “Show me how you suck cock Brian.”
Brian’s eyes clouded over as well and he slowly let his tongue run over the digit in his mouth. He pursed his lips with suction and closed his eyes. Justin moved his thumb in and out of Brian’s mouth, watching his lips as they shimmered and formed the shape of an ‘O’.
“Do you like the way I suck cock Brian? Do you need to give me lessons? How about it?” Justin rasped and he licked his lips.
“You know I do. You mouth was made for sucking cock. And, your ass was made to be fucked by me,” Brian replied, muffled as Justin’s thumb still invaded his mouth.
“Let’s play. Like, the first time. Remember, you told me what you wanted. You told me how it felt and what you liked,” Justin smiled.
“And you caught on in no time. I was sure you’d done it before,” Brian tried to respond but was cut off by Justin’s tongue entering his mouth.
“Nope…virgin mouth and virgin ass. All yours for the taking,” Justin replied.
“I took it all right. It was all mine. It’s still all mine. It will always be mine…right?” Brian demanded.
“All yours Brian,” Justin moaned and then pushed himself to his knees between Brian’s legs. He reached up to unbutton Brian’s jeans and pulled them down slowly.
Brian just looked down and watched as Justin stared back at him. Brian pulled off his shirt and then reached down to pull off Justin’s as well, wanting to feel skin on skin.
Justin then reached in and unleashed Brian’s cock from his pants and watched how the red bulging head dripped slightly with the essence of Brian. He then began to stroke the hard cock in his hands and watched as Brian’s eyes closed. “Look at me…watch me. I want you to watch me Brian,” Justin whispered.
Brian opened his eyes, reached down to grab his dick, steadying it and with the other hand, he pulled Justin up and cradled his head.
Slow, languid licks. Teeth bared and grazed Brian. Sharp, deep emissions of breath and incoherent blurbs passed through the darkness of the make believe movie house. As Justin’s mouth descended and ascended upon Brian’s cock, Brian’s hand moved in motion with those lips and tongue. This went on for a while as Justin expertly blew Brian. No need to give instructions, Justin knew exactly what Brian wanted. He gave him the satisfaction, the ecstasy that he enjoyed and needed and had come to very much appreciate…whenever he wanted. Whenever Justin wanted.
As the screams came alive on the screen, so did the moans in the room. The anti-climatic scenes timed perfectly. Then all was quiet except for some background music and heavy breathing.
Justin reared up and brought Brian’s mouth to his. He kissed his lover, his partner, and they lay against each other. The credits rolled on the screen and Brian reached over and grabbed the remote. He clicked the TV off and pulled himself and Justin up from the couch. They both got redressed and then went around to turn off the lights in the house before retreating to their bedroom.
After retreating upstairs, Brian disrobed Justin and laid him on the bed. He moved on top and covered the boy’s body with his own. Brian lay on top of him for a few minutes, just feeling the heat emanating from under him. He wanted to feel the heat envelope him as well. Moving up and off of Justin, he sat on his haunches and spread Justin apart. Brian reached for a pillow and placed it gently under Justin’s hips, positioning him. He needed to taste Justin. He needed to inhale the scent that was as good as oxygen.
Brian leaned down and pushed his face into the crevice before him. Breathing in deeply, he smelled the scent of his lover mixed with lotion. The powdery smell of baby powder that soaked into the supple cheeks. His tongue found the hole and pushed in. Licking tenderly and expertly, he laved the hole with his saliva and nipped at it. Justin bucked under his mouth and began to moan. Brian smiled as he dove again and moved his thumb in position. He slowly pushed into the tight ring and held it open. His tongue pressed forward and seeped inside. Tasting the musky, sweet elixir was intoxicating. Brian reached down and started to stroke himself with his other hand. He timed his strokes with his tongue pressing inward. Justin squirmed under him and his back splashed with color.
Justin raised himself on all fours and then pushed backward into Brian’s face to his tongue. Justin then grabbed his dripping cock and began to stroke as well.
Through his licks, Brian rasped out to Justin to bring himself to climax. It came out a tad bit filthier than that, but you can imagine, I am sure. Brian rose up slightly from his crouched position to get a better hold with his mouth and his hand, bringing himself…closer. Closer to fine. Closer to good. Closer to greatness.
Justin’s body started shaking and Brian’s hand sliding up and down his cock was gripping tighter, while Justin’s hold on his own cock was getting tighter as well. When they were both almost there, Brian reared back and flipped Justin over on his back and Brian rose to his knees. He yelled for Justin to continue jerking himself off as he continued as well. He asked Justin if he was ready and received a faint cry of yes and then Brian’s head lolled back and he grunted. Justin’s eyes rolled into his head and he ground out a grunt as well. Brian began spurting onto Justin’s chest and Justin shot his load too.
The pool of hot cum on his stomach burned and Justin ran his fingers through it. His breathing was calming and Brian brought his head back down and tried to open his eyes and focus on the sight before him. Justin was blushed and flushed. His taut stomach was covered in creamy spools and it glistened in the moonlight.
Brian moved his body back down and lay atop Justin. His chest slid down Justin’s torso, mixing the liquid together. The sweaty bodies lay there, in a heap, exhausted for the moment. Some time passed and Brian rose off the bed and went to retrieve a wet washcloth for them. He wiped himself and Justin clean and then lay back down. They talked for a little while…about what just happened and how good it felt. They were wired now…tired before, but wide awake. Therefore, they decided to watch some more TV.
Justin reached over and turned the TV on…Spartacus. Justin became enchanted with the Roman times and garb. The Roman God-slave boy scenario was enacted later that night, as it was a favorite, in the dark recesses of their bedroom, to both of their delights. Brian was washed down completely in the tub as Justin waited on him hand and foot. He gave a deep tissue massage to his master and after the boy was broken from bondage, he was given the same. The breaking of bondage was an added bonus, though…if you know what I mean. No nightmares tonight. After the role play and another shower, which was much needed, they bedded down for the night.
Tomorrow was their last day. One full day of relaxation and then back to the grind of everyday normalcy. Or what passed for normalcy for Brian and Justin. So far, they’d had a great time. Much more fun when the boys left, of course. They did just about the same thing they did when they were in the loft, although this time around…it was not hurried. Not sensing the unknown or fearing it. How would things be from now on? How could they cope with what life threw at them? Together. That’s how they’d cope.
Brian had thought about why he’d had the nightmare, the only conclusion he could muster was that he was nervous about beginning their lives. They had weathered a lot and were still together. That means something. He and Justin both knew that times would be hard and times would be good. But, they were together for the long haul. Justin was Brian’s life, as was Gus. Brian in turn, was rightfully Justin’s life.
Brian looked over to Justin and saw that he had fallen asleep. Brian smiled and kissed him on the forehead before whispering goodnight. Clicking off the TV, he made a mental note to never watch TV Land prior to going to bed. But, nothing wrong with a little AMC movie here and there, right? Let life begin.