Dec 22nd 2003:
“So, it’s ready?” Justin whispered into the phone.
“Okay. Great. I should be there tomorrow around 4 or so. See you then. Oh, thanks again. Merry Christmas,” Justin smiled and clicked the phone off.
Justin turned to look back into the bedroom, seeing the mass that was sprawled out on the bed. Bed head. Slightly wheezing breath. Long, lean legs with the sheets wrapped through, under and over. Toes peeking out. Brian. Justin had to sneak away to make the call. It was his Christmas present to Brian and he’d had a hell of a time keeping it from him. Justin, himself, was very excited about it. He knew that Brian would maybe have a conniption fit at first, but would warm into it and then grow to love it. Just like himself. That made Justin smile.
Tomorrow Justin was driving down to Chesapeake to get the house ready for Christmas. Christmas break had come way too fast and with all the shopping, schoolwork and the little things, he and Brian hadn’t had too much time together. But that would change. At least for a day or so. Yes, everyone had invited themselves down to Chesapeake as soon as they heard the boys were planning another escape. Fucking pseudo-relatives. Goddamn family!
When they had returned this summer, family and friends were inundated with tales of the house. How they all had a wonderful time on the beach. What were left out were the infighting, sunburn, near lockjaw and other sordid mishaps.
Justin and Brian would have two days to themselves before Hell on Earth. Yes, you guessed it. Debbie, Vic, Lindsey, Melanie, Ted, Emmett, Michael, Jennifer and Molly. The saving grace was Gus. But nonetheless…all these people under one roof. Brian threatened to burn their house down, at first, just to spite the holiday cheer. Justin of course talked him out of it.
As Justin sat at the desk remembering the wonderful time Brian and he had had this summer, his eyes grew bluer and he found himself shaking with giddiness. No, not a lot had changed, as he’d worried it would when they returned to Pittsburgh. Minor arguments occurred, but for all intents and purposes, Brian had changed. He kept his promises to keep trying. To keep loving Justin.
Life throws you loops, but if you want it bad enough, you can just buckle yourself in and take it. You’re given the customary barf bag, to stave off the queasiness, just in case though. Life is good like that. Justin and Brian were fine. Better than fine. They were in love, acting like they were in love and being happy. Who could ask for more? Justin had become more mature as well. He grew to let the little things slide and let things work themselves out.
Back to the infamous Christmas present. Justin got the idea one day in November, seeing one out while shopping. He scoured the Internet and found what he was looking for. He’d been in constant contact with the person he needed to be. Checking up and then doing his own research, he’d finally be able to give Brian something other than one of his drawings and he was very happy. Between school and the diner, Justin had been doing commissioned works on the side. Gardner Vance was his biggest client, once he got over his initial repulsion to all things ‘queer’. He’d come by to see Brian at the loft on a day he’d been with the flu. Noticing all the artwork hanging, Gardner inquired as to who the artist was. Well, that was all it took. Now, the Vanguard Agency was commissioning pieces from Justin for their lobby, offices and conference rooms.
Justin finally got his dream. He was creating art that was being appreciated. Admired. Purchased. He’d accumulated quite a chunk of change in the last six months. After a few discussions (read arguments), Brian relented and ‘allowed’ Justin to contribute to the monthly bills. He’d also put more money away, unbeknownst to Brian, to his PIFA tab. He’d every intention of paying Brian back for his generosity and his belief. He was almost ¾ of the way paid up.
So, when told that the gift was $1400, it was okay with Justin. It was for Brian. A present for Brian could never be considered too much. Like Brian says…there’s never enough, right?
It was a gift that they could share together…for many years. Of course, the upturn was that Brian would freak out at first and wonder what the hell he’d done to deserve such a gift. You’ll understand what I’m getting at more a little later.
“Justin?” Brian called from the bedroom. He’d awakened to find the bed empty and his hands caressing the silk pillowcase of his lover, instead of his actual lover.
“I’m in here,” Justin replied and got up to pour Brian a cup of coffee.
“Well, come in here. With me. What time is it anyways?” Brian yawned and sat up.
As he poured Brian’s cup and his second, Justin ambled his way back to the bedroom. He handed Brian his coffee and then went around to his side of the bed and set the cup down on the side table. He crawled into bed and snuggled against Brian’s side.
“Where’d you go?” Brian asked as he opened his arms to accommodate the little ball of giddiness and sunshine.
“I just made coffee, that’s all,” Justin murmured. He grew sleepy again, but his mind was running ninety to nothing as he thought about what lay ahead in the next couple of days.
“Hmm. Thanks for the coffee. Give me a kiss,” Brian nudged.
“Oh, sorry. How on earth could I forget that?” Justin smiled and pushed himself up on his elbow and leaned into Brian. They shared a soft, lingering kiss.
“So, you’re going tomorrow morning right? Be sure to take the Rover to the dealer for a tune up today and all that shit that goes with it. Get the air pressure checked too. And the antifreeze. It’s as fucking cold in Maryland as it is in the Pitts,” Brian said and grazed his fingers across Justin’s back.
“I will. So, you’ll be there on Friday, right?” Justin smiled from the tickling of his skin.
“If they try to fuck you around on some piddly shit that you know for a fact it doesn’t need, call me. I’d love to rip that fucker a new asshole again. Telling you it needed a new oil cap!” Brian groaned. He’d been so pissed when he got down there. Assuming Justin was some dumb blonde, the mechanic must have heard the ching-chinging in his ear. Brian got the mechanic fired, of course. And, had a couple of his clients leave that dealership to go to a friendlier one, as well as Justin.
“Please don’t. Do you know how embarrassing that was Brian? How was I supposed to know that oil caps don’t need replacing? You scared the shit out of that guy and the manager,” Justin grimaced.
Brian chuckled as he remembered threatening the guy with the hoist to accompany an oil and lube job.
“Yes. Sometime around 6 or so. I’ll get outta there as soon as I can, okay?” Brian smiled.
“Be careful. Are you taking the BMW in to get all that checked as well?”
“Cynthia is taking it for me. Since she bitches about all the little errands she does for me, I told her to take the BMW. Of course that’s just what she wanted. Bitch. The only concession was that she take it by the dealer for me,” Brian replied.
“Well, I should be there with all the stuff around 5 or so. I have to stop at the grocery as well,” Justin smiled.
“No. Wait for me and we’ll go together. If we’re still allowed to set foot in there, after this summer. Do you know I had to apologize for the idiots and paid up the tab of all the shit they broke?” Brian laughed.
They settled into a comfortable silence, each sipping their coffee. Neither was ready to get out of bed, but Brian had to get to work. Justin had settled himself atop of Brian practically and was almost asleep, when he felt the nudge.
“Come wash my back?” Brian asked.
“Sure, I’d love to,” Justin smiled sweetly.
Brian got up and dragged Justin with into the bathroom. Opening the door, he turned on the water. They stood toe to toe, with Justin’s head on Brian’s shoulder as they waited for the water to get hot. Brian gave lazy kisses to Justin’s neck and earlobes and was getting a little turned on. Not having taken care of the morning hard on as of yet. When the steam started filling the room, Brian moved them into the shower. They both wet themselves down and stood staring at each other. Smiling, Brian grabbed the soap and handed it to Justin, backing away a step to provide ample room for the wash down.
Tongue in cheek, Justin began his ministrations. Sweeping across Brian’s strong chest with the soap in the cascading water. Brian let his hands roam Justin’s arms and waist. Dropping his hand further to soap Brian up entirely, Justin reached for his cock. With both hands, his cock was clean in no time and at full rigidity. Murmurings and whisperings of good feelings, nasty feelings and promises, more like threats, of what’s to come bounced off the tile walls in the enclosure. Justin had been backed up against the glass as Brian had moved across the shower to trap him.
“I love you Brian,” Justin whispered before Brian swooped into to capture his lips.
The kiss was soft at first with a tentative edge. Then, as Brian sought to hold onto the slippery boy, it became more urgent. As the kiss broke, they stared into each other’s eyes. Eye contact had always been very important between them. Silently and slowly, Justin turned around, facing the glass and left himself available to Brian. Brian reached down and grabbed Justin’s buttocks and kneaded them. He leaned into kiss the back of Justin’s neck and nibble his shoulder meat, leaving teeth and red marks. Love bites. Slowly Brian slipped a finger inside Justin while kneading, to stretch the boy out and provide a little pleasure. The water was providing the lube, but for extra measure, Brian grabbed a tube from the soap shelf. Squirting some on his fingers, he pushed two fingers back in. Watching Justin arch his back at the feeling, Brian leaned in and whispered encouragement. “I love you too.”
When Justin was relaxed and stretched to both of their liking, Brian withdrew his fingers and moved to position himself for entry. He moved his body downward, to be level and pushed slowly in. He brought himself to his normal height slowly and pushed all the way in. With one hand on Justin’s hip and the other on the glass above Justin’s head, Brian began a slow thrusting…rocking against him. As Justin pushed back, Brian pushed in and pulled out, finding a rhythm.
The water began to turn cold after twenty minutes or so of exquisite pleasure. The cold water was hitting Brian’s back, urging him to completion and together, they came. Lingering inside Justin, Brian told him of his wishes to have him in nothing but a red bow for Christmas, as he kissed his lover’s neck. Laughing to himself over the request Justin let Brian slide from him and moved to turn in his lover’s arms. “That could be arranged, and then some.”
“And then some? Wow…I have been a good boy this year, haven’t I?” Brian smiled.
“Yes, you have,” Justin smiled. They moved to get out of the shower and Justin handed Brian a towel and left him to get ready for work.
“Do you want a bagel for breakfast?” Justin asked over his shoulder as he pulled on some clothes.
“Yeah, that’d be good. Whole wheat,” Brian replied and applied his moisturizer.
The morning routine. When Justin had school and/or work, they showered together. This morning Justin was prodded out of bed eagerly…just because.
Moving to retrieve the coffee cups, Justin grabbed them and went into the kitchen, preparing Brian’s breakfast. He got his travel coffee cup down from the cabinet and waited to fill it.
Brian came out of the bedroom a few minutes later, fully clothed, coiffed and ready. He leaned down to kiss Justin and took the bagel from the plate and his hot coffee cup. “Have a good day. Call me later.”
“Okay, later,” Justin smiled.
As Brian left, Justin went in to the bedroom to pack up his clothes for the week. He packed up Brian as well. There was no way in hell Brian was taking five bags of clothes this time. No matter how much he bitched…and he would. Later Justin went to run errands and stopped by the diner to remind Debbie of what she promised to make and bring as her part for Christmas dinner.
Earlier this summer when the furniture they bought was delivered, Brian arranged for the excess to be taken to Deb’s. To replace her circa 1970s motif. Gone was the macramé and wicker. No more feeling like you were on the set of Archie Bunker, sitting on the hideous couch and loveseat. All leather and plush couches, accentuated with nice tables and lamps.
Deb was amazed and felt indebted. Brian just felt good to give her the stuff. She didn’t feel it was second hand. She felt as though she lived in the lap of luxury. Another one of those things that Brian did for her to let her know she was always appreciated. He’d sooner destroy it all than give it to Claire or his own mother. They’d no doubt find something wrong with it, nitpick the gesture just because. No, with Deb, it was appreciated and relished. Brian and Justin both felt good about doing it.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing the house, Sunshine. I can only imagine what it looks like. You boys make my heart swell. I can only hope Michael finds what you two finally found,” Debbie smiled and teared up. Justin gave her a big hug and was almost suffocated by her reciprocal bear of a hug.
Then he went to see Jennifer.
When Jennifer was invited, it was Brian, of all people, who made the call. Justin told him it would endear him more, if the call had come from him. Since everyone else had invited themselves, it only seemed right that Justin’s biological family be invited as well. Jennifer was hesitant at first, but Brian assured her that she and Molly would have their own room. They would drive down Christmas Eve and then stay until the 27th. Brian even offered for Jennifer to bring a friend, if she was so inclined, but reiterated his request or more like demand, of no hetero sex in the house. They could put Molly up on the sofa. She blushed and said, “Maybe next year…if I can find one good enough.” So, that was it. Jennifer and Molly were coming and Justin was very excited. He wanted his mother to see how well he and Brian were doing together. Not unlike other couples, they were just themselves. And, happy to boot.
“So, I called and I pick it up tomorrow. Brian is going to freak out,” Justin smiled as he picked at his quiche.
“Does he know yet?” Jennifer asked.
“No! He comes in Friday night and it’ll be there when he gets there. He’s going to love it, I know. He’ll be a little, er, maybe mad is a strong word…but he’ll warm up to it. I think,” Justin replied.
“Well, I think it’s adorable. Just what he needs. But Justin, I hope for your sake you aren’t in the doghouse because of it!” Jennifer laughed.
“It’ll be fine. We’ve been doing really good Mom. And, it’s not for me, it’s for Brian. But, we can share the gift. I’m looking forward to it and Brian will love it…eventually,” Justin laughed.
“Thank you again for including me Justin. You and Brian. It really means a lot to Molly and I. When I told Mother we would be spending it with you and Brian, she was so very happy. I told Craig that we would be out of town, in Maryland, so he had to come bring Molly’s present tomorrow,” Jennifer said hesitantly.
“What did he say? Was he mad?” Justin inquired.
“He didn’t say much, that I can repeat. But, who gives a shit, right?” Jennifer smiled.
“Mom, you’re spending entirely too much time with Debbie!” Justin laughed.
To placate Molly, Justin promised to take her down to the stables they had on the beach, to ride. She would be bored, to say the least, so efforts to cajole and bribe were in full force. She could only take so much of the drama and antics of everyone. She loved her new ‘family’, but preferred to hang out with Brian and Justin most of the time. She especially liked the way she worked Brian for things. He’d bitch about it later, after the fact to Justin, but deep down he enjoyed playing into Molly’s hands, and Justin knew it. What Justin didn’t like was how Brian and Molly would gang up on Justin at times…that he wasn’t too fond of. Between Molly being 13 going on 40 and Brian being 32 going on 16, it could be hell.
The boys would be coming down on Christmas Eve as well. Everyone was caravanning down. Emmett, Michael and Ted, in Ted’s car. Vic and Deb would be driving Emmett’s car. Mel, Linds and Gus and then Jennifer and Molly.
Sleeping arrangements were as follows: The boys would be sharing a room, much to their dismay, as they would find out later. Mel, Linds and Gus together, Debbie and Vic, Jennifer and Molly, and Brian and Justin. Brian was especially excited about Gus coming down. Justin had completed and suited out his room when he was there receiving the furniture they had purchased this summer, along with the decorators. Brian was looking forward to playing with Gus on the beach, even in the dead of winter. There was a box full of toys that Brian had planned on bringing down with him, to round it out. Movies were purchased as well. Exact copies of what Gus had between his mommies and his daddies and some new ones thrown in, were to be at the house for his enjoyment. Everything was taken care of.
Justin was supposed to meet Brian for dinner, before he left town. Brian called earlier to tell him the place and time…Garrett’s at 8. Garrett’s was a new seafood place around the corner from Liberty. As Justin walked in, he noticed Brian at the bar waiting for him. As was customary with their greetings, he walked up and placed a kiss to Brian’s lips. Putting his arm around Justin’s waist, Brian returned the kiss and signaled to the host to seat them.
“Sorry I’m a few minutes late. Traffic is getting bad,” Justin said over his shoulder as they were led to their table.
“It’s okay. I’ve only been here a few minutes myself. Probably had the same traffic you did, just coming from the other way,” Brian replied, smiling.
As they sat, Brian ordered a bottle of Pelegrino for them and some appetizers. No drinking when they were both taking separate vehicles. Actually, they both had become smarter and tried to lay off the booze when they were driving. A few near misses with the cops had scared them straight. Straight in the drinking and driving belief…they were quite crooked in the other way.
“So, dear. How was your day?” Brian smiled and spoke in his most butch voice.
Justin laughed and replied with a demure falsetto, “ Fine darling.”
They both laughed. So trite in reality, really. They discussed the day’s occurrences and what to expect in the coming days, again. Brian was a little remiss that he would again be inundated and inconvenienced with the interlopers that were their friends and family for their vacation. “I swear, next summer…we’re just packing up and leaving. No goodbye, no nothing.”
“I’m really looking forward to decorating and cooking. Deb and Mom have offered to help me cook. We’re going to forego the traditional Christmas fair this year…seeing as our group is anything but traditional,” Justin replied.
“I’d not have it any other way. The only tradition I want is what you and I start,” Brian smiled sipping his water.
The appetizers came and they ate lightly, not wanting to spoil for the lobster bisque and salads they’d both ordered.
“So, what I’ve planned is a buffet type spread. I think everyone will like that. Not too mention no one getting hyped up on tryptophan again. I can’t take anymore of that since Thanksgiving. I felt like I’d taken a couple of downers from all I ate,” Justin said.
“Well, if you wouldn’t gorge yourself like you did, then you’d be okay. Fuck, never in my life have I ever seen there not be Thanksgiving leftovers. You should be 200 fucking pounds by now, the way you eat,” Brian retorted.
“Would you still love me if I got fat?” Justin asked.
“I suppose I could say there’d be more of you to love,” Brian smiled.
Justin’s face lit up.
“But, of course…I won’t. Don’t even think about trading in that metabolism Justin,” Brian continued.
He smirked and Justin smiled. “As long as the ass gets some of the desert, that’s fine.”
“Oh, you’d still love me,” Justin said, reaching for Brian’s hand.
“We have to be the beautiful ones Justin. It’s our lot in life. It is a burden I know,” Brian laughed.
So, the talk continued through the meal and then they kissed each other goodbye as they got into their respective vehicles and drove home. Meeting at the front of the building door, Brian held the door open for Justin and swatted him in.
Now ten o’clock, they had a few preparations to finish prior to retiring to bed.
“Did you pack me up as well?” Brian asked as he shed his clothes, looking around the room for the luggage.
“Yes,” Justin smiled.
“Where are my bags?” Brian asked.
“Next to mine, over there in the corner,” Justin replied, waiting to get yelled at.
“There’s only four bags over there. Where’s your stuff?” Brian asked, checking the bags.
Sighing heavily, “Brian, I packed two bags for you. Yes two!” Justin began and repeated the number as Brian shot him a look of horror. “You only need what I packed for you. I packed the essentials, okay?”
“What about evening wear?” Brian asked.
“You don’t wear evening wear Brian!” Justin spat.
“Hmph. I still cannot believe I left my black Prada boots at the house this summer,” Brian spat back.
“I packed everything we need. Don’t worry. Yeah, and I seem to recall you lucked out having to go buy another pair just like those. So, I don’t know what you’re bitching about. Have I failed you before in packing things we need?” Justin asked timidly and sidled up to Brian.
“But, they weren’t the same color. Those were one of a kind. I never found them in that color again. Don’t let me forget them this time, okay?” Brian smiled. You’d have thought Brian lost a child when he realized he’d forgotten those boots.
Justin smiled. “Don’t worry Brian. The boots will be there. There’s no Prada boot mafia. They’re safe.”
“No, I guess not,” Brian smiled back and kissed Justin.
“Wait a second. I have something for you,” Justin laughed and tried to break away.
“Oh…I’ve got something for you too,” Brian replied and latched on tighter to Justin. He placed Justin’s hand on the hard bulge in his slacks.
“In a minute,” Justin replied.
Miffed at being turned down for sex, Brian showed his disappointment. “So, is this where the sex drops off now? As soon as domesticity rears its ugly head…no more fucking and no more sucking?”
Shaking his head and laughing, “ God Brian. Please. I just want to give you something…an early Christmas present. Don’t worry…we’re still gonna fuck, okay? That is, if you can.”
Getting thumped on his ear Justin laughed and retrieved the wrapped package from out of his dresser drawer. Jumping on the bed and laughing, he handed the package to Brian. Brian shook it and listened for ticks.
“What is it?” Brian asked, looking at the beautifully wrapped package.
“Open it and find out,” Justin whispered and winked.
“Please tell me you had this gift wrapped. If I know that you’ve wrapped this yourself, that’s it. No more Emmett. Next time he calls, I’ll have to tell him he’s a bad influence on you,” Brian smirked.
“Yeah. Have you seen the kind of wrapping Emmett does? Do you actually look at the displays in Torso Brian? No, I had it gift-wrapped. You’re safe. I’m not turning into a nelly retail queen,” Justin smiled.
“Well, I know you’re artistic…but even this is a little too gay for me,” Brian smiled and received a thump on his ear as well. They laughed and wrestled a bit.
Sitting down on the bed, Brian removed the bow and put it around Justin’s neck. He leaned in and said, “Just what I always wanted,” and pounced on Justin.
“Hey! Hey! I’m not the gift. Get off of me!” Justin laughed. They wrestled a bit more and then Brian resumed opening the package.
Inside was a pair of brand new cross trainers. Just like the ones he loathed. Despised. Hated to full hate-level 10. Just like Justin’s. Just like the ones he purchased for Justin that day. Seems those shoes had many, many legs. Brian had really never heard the end of it since the summer and thought he’d put to rest the shoes once and for all, breaking down and buying the brat a new pair for Christmas. Now, in his haste to make things right finally, it seems that he was relegated to the life of matched wardrobes of his lover. The horror. The horror.
He stared in disbelief at the shoes and then heard Justin cackle next to him.
“It’s a joke Brian!” Justin laughed deeply seeing the look of utter shock on his lover’s face.
“You little shit!” Brian then breathed.
“Jesus Brian. It was a joke. I know you hate those shoes,” Justin smiled and cradled Brian’s face with his hands.
Brian shot up off the bed and then retrieved a package from the closet and threw it on the bed.
Justin smiled with glee realizing the joke gift had turned into an early gift giving session. Ripping open the package, he smiled and laughed as he realized that there was an identical pair of cross trainers for him.
Laughing and wrestling aside, they settled down in bed together. Light touches and kisses turned passionate as Brian and Justin made love. Satiated, they lie in each other’s arms and fell asleep. A few hours later, around one o’clock or so, Justin was awakened by light kisses and the sweep of a familiar tongue down his spine. He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see his lover’s form in the moonlight, trailing kisses down his back. He felt Brian’s strong hands gripping his waist and then moving down to spread him apart.
Realizing his tactic to awaken his lover had succeeded, Brian whispered, “I need you.”
Smiling in the darkness, Justin reached his hand out, for Brian and waited as his lover took it. He felt Brian rear up and lay his tongue down his arm and kiss his wrist. Brian then began to spread Justin apart again and licked the essence of his lover. Burying his face deep inside, he moaned and pleasured his lover. Brian’s expert tongue rimmed Justin to within an inch of his life, but he’d rather go that way, if any.
When he felt Justin could handle no more, Brian stopped and then rose up on his knees. He wanted to make Justin come with him inside him, so they could come together. He reached and pulled Justin’s hips up to him and then leaned over across his back. Whispering in his lover’s ear, Brian told him, “This might be my last chance for the next week or so, to have you all to myself.”
Justin replied, “I love you Brian.”
“Me too,” Brian whispered and pushed in. As he pushed in slowly and withdrew he and Justin found a rhythm. Justin propped himself up on his elbows and knees to get into a better position for himself and his lover. Brian leaned into him and licked and bit his neck, rubbing his forehead against the back of Jusitn’s. They grasped hands and held on to each other. He moaned and uttered nonsensical musings in Justin’s ear. Expressed how tight and hot and utterly wonderful they felt together. It of course, didn’t come out that romantically. With Brian, you have to take what you can get, if you know what I mean.
Getting into the action and pleasure, Justin started a little dirty talk and Brian got into that as well. Granting his lover’s wishes as he groaned them out. Building into a faster pace, they both became pretty chatty and loud. Shouts, grunts and moans reverberated through the loft and the bed was soon torn apart and sweaty.
As Justin was nearing climax, he felt Brian’s hands on his cock and the torture of his touch. Brian urged him on and related that he would be coming shortly. As Brian reared back one last time and slammed into Justin, he felt the hot liquid shoot into his hand. They both shook and rocked into each other, to steady themselves.
Pulling apart they lay back down and Brian rolled into Justin. He laid his head on Justin’s chest and with his fingers, plied the golden strands. Looking at Justin, “You are the gift Justin. All I ever wanted.” Justin caressed Brian’s back and leaned into the touch in his hair.
The next morning, Brian and Justin were running around trying to get ready at the same time. They would leave the loft together.
“What are you doing tonight?” Justin asked, slipping on his new shoes.
“Nothing, I don’t think. Call me when you get there, okay?” Brian smiled and zipped his slacks.
“I hope the scones go over okay at the Christmas party,” Justin replied.
“They’ll be fine. I’m sure they’ll love them,” Brian replied.
“Oh, tell Cynthia Merry Christmas for me,” Justin remembered.
“I will. Please be careful Justin. Drive safely. Listen to the weather reports on the radio on the drive down. Watch for ice,” Brian replied and sat down next to Justin on the bed.
“Yes Brian. I will, Brian,” Justin smiled and nudged Brian’s shoulder.
They both stared at each other for a few seconds. Brian imagined coming home to the empty, quiet loft after work and was not looking forward to it. “I’ll miss you tonight.”
Justin leaned in and they shared a passionate kiss. “I’ll miss you too. Now, let’s go.”
They gathered their things and locked up, taking the freight elevator down. Getting into their cars, they said goodbye, “Later.”
The Vanguard Christmas cheer was in full swing. Brian dutifully brought the raspberry scones Justin made to Cynthia, to place wherever the mother lode of fat and sweets was being displayed.
“Here. Don’t say I never gave you anything,” Brian huffed.
“Well, you didn’t. Justin made these,” Cynthia remarked.
“As much as I loathe it, one of the benefits to be reaped at will is that once you become partners, you become one entity. I’m calling it in this time. So, consider this from me. Consider it from Justin. Us,” Brian spat and rolled his eyes. He moved along to his office and started to tackle the last minute things before the holiday.
Noticing the funk that her lovely boss was in, Cynthia strolled into his office.
“So, Justin’s gone, eh?”
Looking up and granting her an impervious smirk Brian rolled his eyes.
Taking that as a yes, Cynthia continued. “So, do you think he’ll like what you got him?”
“I ‘got’ him a house and a Land Rover. He has that, and he has me. He doesn’t need anything else,” Brian replied.
“Uh, some would disagree,” Cynthia smiled. Noticing the frown on Brian’s face, she added, “Not me of course. Only someone stupid.”
Being placated for the moment, Brian continued to look through his date book. “I hope he’ll like what I got for him.”
“I’m sure he’ll love it Brian. That studio space is great. That’s a great concept you know. I’d never heard of it before. Just rooms as studios for artists?” Cynthia pushed her luck and sat on the edge of Brian’s desk.
“Yeah, Gardner’s acquaintance told me about them. You go and buy it outright. You can lease the space if you want, but I decided it’s a good investment. I almost couldn’t get one they were selling out so quickly. Anyways, it’ll be nice not to have that stuff cluttering up the loft anymore,” Brian smiled.
“Oh, you love it when he’s cluttering the loft. You’ll probably miss him when he’s not there,” Cynthia smiled.
“Probably. Definitely. Anyways, it’s for him. He needs his own space. Plus, he’s been really busy with all the work he’s being commissioned to do,” Brian replied. “Now, get the fuck out of here. I’ve got work. Oh, and make sure they don’t spray some spare flowery shit in the Beemer. New car smell…or musk. Better yet, if they have ‘Just Been Fucked’, even better. Go with that,” Brian laughed.
Cynthia just rolled her eyes and got shoved off the desk. She laughed at her boss as she shut the door. In love. Ah. Do I hear the clip clopping of four sets of hooves approaching?
Justin pulled into the long driveway in Maryland. Getting out he looked at the house and smiled. It was beautiful. His house was better of course. Couldn’t compare. Plus, his house had Brian. But, he was looking forward to the new addition to their households.
Ringing the doorbell, he was greeted by a woman about Jennifer’s age. Identities exchanged, he was ushered in and out through the back door. They walked to the runs and Justin saw what he came for. She was adorable. Dogue de Bordeaux is the official title. French Mastiff. As in, bull mastiff. A beautifully, strong and loyal dog. This was Brian’s Christmas present.
He was briefed again on what to expect. The crate for the dog was placed in the back of the Rover and a list was given on food, shots, etc. The drive was only 45 mins more to the house, so the pup should be okay. Exchanging the money, the woman told Justin to call if he had questions and not to hesitate should anything go wrong. She was aware that this was a present for someone and they had agreed before hand, if something should happen, she would take the dog back. Half of the money would be returned only. The breeder had to recoup some costs.
Thanking the woman, the pup was leashed up and put into the crate and they drove off. Yes, the dog was going to be impossibly big. Yes, the dog would take more than just getting used to. Yes, the dog would definitely freak Brian out. But, Justin had tested the waters and broached the subject to Brian before. He’d gathered that a dog was better than asking for children.
When discussing breeds, Brian admitted he’d favored the larger dogs. More powerful. The real alpha males and females. No little rat dogs. No yipping at your heels. A real butch dog. So, Justin had researched Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Newfoundlands, Boxers, Irish Wolfhounds and the Mastiff. He came across some material on the mastiffs and was then intrigued with the Dogue de Bordeaux. That the dog was a French breed was not lost on Justin. Since Brian so loved everything French. He liked the moisturizers, food, whatnot…just not the people. So, a dog should be okay, right?
Meanwhile, back at Vanguard, everyone was milling around the food troughs. Gardner had some new clients he brought in for the day, to meet up with Brian on a new prospective.
As Brian excused himself and went to the lavatory, he noticed how one of the clients had followed closely behind him.
Doing his thing at the urinal, he felt the hot stare of the man beside him. “Too bad there’s no mistletoe in here,” the man smirked.
“Yeah. I’m allergic,” Brian replied, rolling his eyes.
“Really? Not what I heard. How about it, Mr. Kinney? Why don’t you spread some holiday cheer in me?” The man rasped and moved into Brian’s space.
“I said, I’m allergic. As in, I break out in hives and projectile vomit. It’s not a pretty sight. I’d back away if I were you,” Brian repeated.
The man, of course was undaunted.
Brian was totally dumbfounded. He’d not been cruised in a men’s room in quite a while. He’d given up tricking this summer and Justin and he’d been monogamous ever since. Planned to stay that way too. Anonymous sex had its perks, but when you could come home to a gorgeous blonde and experience what said gorgeous blonde had to offer, on top of love…the point was mute.
“Excuse me, but would you mind getting the fuck out of my space. You weren’t invited in,” Brian replied, pushing the man backwards.
“Tsk, tsk. Bad choice for you Brian,” the man drawled and smiled. He moved back into Brian’s space and grabbed Brian by the tie.
Brian reached and grabbed the man’s hand and pushed him back again. “I said, not interested. “
“What, so the rumors are true? The bitch has been domesticated? Surely you can’t think that you’re little nymph will hold true. Oh, the sure thing? Never follows through my friend. Never,” the man replied and walked out. He threw over his shoulder as he walked through the door, “What a waste.”
Brian stared at himself in the mirror and then ran cold water to pat his flushed face. He’d turned down dick left and right since he and Justin became official. Never once had he felt bad. He felt good, knowing that he’d kept his promises and that he wanted to be with just Justin. Shaking his head he reminded himself of Justin and what they had. It was a good trade off. He felt good and couldn’t think of not having the relationship in his life. He surely didn’t fuck around with he and Justin foregoing condoms. Too much at risk and the thought of having to go back sheathed just didn’t strike him as something fun. Once you get a taste of the real thing…you can never go back. He’d never endanger himself or Justin either. Justin put his full trust in Brian and Brian trusted Justin implicitly. There was much to be said in feeling safe and secure and in love. Smiling, Brian pulled out his phone.
“Hello?” Justin answered.
Oh shit. The dog had been howling nonstop since he drove away. Now, he’d only hoped she’d be quiet as he took this call.
“Hey,” Brian smiled.
“Hey you, what are you doing? How did my scones go over?” Justin smiled.
“That’s all you think about isn’t it? Food. How about, ‘how are you my darling, incredibly sexy, no one can fuck me better lover’?” Brian replied.
“That too! How are you?” Justin smiled.
The dog picked that second to howl at the top of it young lungs.
“Good. What the fuck was that?” Brian asked.
“What?” Justin stammered. The dog howled again.
“That. Jesus. What the fuck is that Justin?” Brian asked again. He’d heard the most God awful howling.
“Oh, that. It’s just a cd I’m playing. Some chick is wailing in the background. I borrowed it from you. I’m getting cultured in the way of the 80’s punk and new wave just like a good little boy,” Justin said and pushed play. He’d hoped that techno music could drown out the pups howling. He also rolled down every window in the Rover to add to the distraction.
“Whatever. Listen. I think that I’m coming in tonight. I’m gonna tell Gardner I’m leaving in an hour or so,” Brian replied, walking out of the lavatory and down to his office. He signaled Cynthia to follow him.
“Tonight? You’re coming tonight?” Justin squeaked.
“Yes tonight. Is there a problem?” Brian inquired.
“No. No problem. I’m glad. I would’ve missed you anyways. So, you’ll be here around ten or so, right?” Justin smiled. The pup still continued to howl. As Justin pulled up into the driveway he put the vehicle in park and let the music play.
“Yeah, I guess so. I’ll call you from the car. Do you miss me?” Brian asked.
“Of course I miss you. I missed you when I left this morning,” Justin smiled.
“What is my real Christmas present?” Brian asked out of the blue.
“Well. You’ll love it. It's gonna have a big red bow around it. It’ll give sweet kisses and nibbles and it’s got a face you only you could love,” Justin replied. He was working this for all its worth. “Oh, and its very loyal and obedient as well.”
“So, I get Justin-lite for Christmas? Good, that was the only thing on my list,” Brian laughed.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Justin laughed hesitantly.
“Good. I’ll see you tonight,” Brian smiled and ended the call.
Justin hurried himself inside, taking the pup out of the crate and leashing her. The dog wanted to sniff around and relieve itself. The breeder assured Justin that the pup was house trained, but you know, accidents always happen whether it’s a pup or adult dog. Giving the dog time to sniff around, Justin watched her frolic in the grass and attack some overgrown weeds. It was cold outside and she seemed frisky. Pulling the crate out of the Rover, Justin walked up the stairs of the house, with the pup following him, taking the steps two at a time. She was huge for her age.
He brought them inside and unleashed her. He put the crate in the corner and opened the door. The pup sniffed around a bit and then walked over to her crate and lay down. She watched her new master flit around the house taking care of things. Justin then went over to the crate and latched the door. He walked back outside to gather his belongings from the Rover and brought them back up. They’d stopped at Pet Smart and got the dog a body pillow, some toys and other incidentals. He bought a spiked leather collar for her neck as well. Turning on the stereo and starting a fire, Justin opened the crate and lay down on the floor. The pup tentatively came out and started roughhousing with her new play toy. He nipped at Justin’s fingers and barked. She’s quite a little spitfire. Justin imagined taking her for walks with Brian in the park or down around town. He thought of how fun it would be to see her waiting for them when they returned. What a good guard dog she would be. He thought of names too. But, of course, that was entirely up to Brian. She was Brian’s.
After a few minutes, Justin fell asleep with the pup next to him. He awoke an hour or so later and noticed she wasn’t in her space against him. Alarmed, he stood up and started calling, “Puppy! Where are you girl?” Not seeing her in any of the downstairs bedrooms or rooms, he ascended the stairs and much to his horror he saw the door to their bedroom open and heard the growling and shaking of a collar. Tentatively he snuck in and almost fainted at the sight. There she was, on the floor…tubes of moisturizer burst with the crèam all over her face. A pair of what used to be Prada boots chewed up next to her. A couple of towels lay next to her, ripped in half. The pup looked up at Justin, cocked her head and then looked over at the remains of a left Prada boot and took it in her mouth and tried to attack it.
Justin felt sick. God. Not how he’d planned this to go. He pried the boot from the pup’s mouth and smacked her on the nose. He then went into the bathroom and wet a washrag to clean the crèam off her face. That dog…she’d be the death of Justin.
They went back downstairs and the pup was punished and sent to her crate. Justin noticed the time and saw that it was around 6. Brian would be there in a couple of hours, at the latest ten. He’d have to be prepared to put on full seduction mode. Justin planned on seducing Brian anyways into submission and getting him to play with the dog, to warm up to it. But, if what she did to the boots were any indication, Justin would be indebted to Brian for a long, long time.
He planned on what to make for dinner and then watched some TV. Brian called from the road as he said he would. Justin took the dog out a couple of times and then he played with her some more. She was really sweet. She just had to learn what not to touch. Like a child really. They’d Gus-proofed the loft. Now, they’d dog-proof it as well. Gus would just love this dog. Justin got some antlers at Pet Smart to put on her for pictures with Gus.
He started cooking dinner and before he knew it, it was nine o’clock. He’d heard the back door open and Brian calling him. All of a sudden the pup that lay at Justin’s feet in the kitchen went scurrying out to see who the intruder was. Barking and yapping she stood in the middle of the living room in a stand off with Brian, her front haunches down and her butt sticking in the air. The baby teeth that she had, albeit big and sharp, were bared at Brian. The big red bow around her neck was dragging the floor and her pointy tail wagged as he looked up at the tall, lean intruder.
Justin scampered into the living room and watched as Brian and the little spitfire had the showdown.
“Merry Christmas Brian,” Justin said quickly and walked over to kiss his lover.
Brian was shocked. He pushed Justin back and glared at him first, before allowing the kiss. “Is this another fucking joke?”
“No, no joke. Isn’t she cute? Look how protective she is. Go on, pet her,” Justin smiled and bent down to rub her ears. She leaned into the touch of her blonde haired master.
Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head, “She? She’s as big as a fucking horse Justin! What the fuck kind of dog is she?”
“Dogue de Bordeaux,” Justin smiled.
“French. French pussy. Well, what have I done to deserve this? I thought you loved me!” Brian yelled.
“God Brian. Quit it! You’re scaring her. I do love you. I thought you’d like her. Come here. Come here Brian,” Justin admonished and motioned for Brian to sit on the floor with them.
The dog growled and scooted backwards as Brian got down on the floor. He stuck his hand out for her to smell. She nibbled his finger and then ambled onto his lap. She leaned up and licked his face. Brian smiled and she barked. They played on the floor with her for a little while, Brian relaxing with her. She grabbed a hold of his hair a couple of times and received a swat on the behind. She had to learn of course…don’t touch the hair. When Brian leaned over to kiss Justin and tell him that he was okay with it, the pup barked and growled.
“What’s her name?” Brian asked and scratched behind her ear. She loved it.
“She’s not been named yet. She’s yours, so its your decision,” Justin replied and lay down propping himself up on his elbows. The pup got up and started crawling all over Justin, nipping at him.
“Well, what do you think? You’re good with names…like Gus,” Brian asked and thought of appropriate names.
“Well, I like Salinger…Sally for short,” Justin smiled.
“Salinger. As in JD or that fucking family on Lifetime? I swear to God Justin, we’re not naming my dog after some crush you have on some poor drama-ridden teen angst. That family is as fucked up as the Kinneys,” Brian spat and rolled his eyes.
“You mean Bailey…and it’s Party of Five, which is a good show. Thank God it went into syndication,” Justin added. Seeing the look of displeasure at his drifting from the subject, or actually anger, in Brian’s case, on his face, he quickly added in, “After JD…I know he’s one of your favorite authors.”
“Good save, because I wouldn’t have a dog named Bailey. So, Salinger huh?” The pup cocked her head and then ran to Brian and nipped at his trouser cuffs.
“Okay, it’s a good butch name,” Brian smiled. They both called out, “Salinger” and watched the dog turn and look at them. It wasn’t really a good butch name, but oh well.
“I’m so glad you like her Brian!” Justin was relieved that Brian was okay with the dog. He didn’t have to work as hard as he thought. He remembered Brian telling him before that he’d bring stray dogs home and Jack would beat the shit out of him for it. Offering the dogs Brian’s dinner, so the boy would go hungry. Then, out of nowhere, the dogs would disappear. He shuddered to think what happened to them. He just hoped that they were dropped off somewhere instead of the alternative.
“The boys will love this. You giving me a dog for Christmas. Further accentuating their point that I’m wrapped around your little fingers. They’ll love it,” Brian said and got up. “What’s for dinner?”
Justin wrapped his arms around Brian and they held close for a few minutes, greeting each other. They were both really glad Brian decided to come tonight instead of tomorrow.
“What about training her? Obedience School? We’ll have to make time for it, you know? We have to do it together,” Brian said and watched the dog follow him around.
“How hard could it be, training her? I trained you didn’t I? Of course, we’ll make time, just like we always do,” Justin smiled and then yelled “Ow!” at the swat to his ass.
They went into the kitchen and Justin began to finish up what he’d cooked. Rigatoni and salad. He asked Brian to take Salinger out to pee. He dutifully leashed her up and took her outside. Smoking in the cold as he waited and prodded the pup to go. He’d then realized who owned whom. Brian had to smile thinking about the chance Justin took in getting her for Brian. He also knew that she wasn’t cheap. These dogs weren’t like every day dogs. You had to go to a specialty breeder. He realized how large she would get and what a slobber machine she’d be. He grimaced at the thought of all the wet slobber she’d produce. Just like Gus. Brian shivered remembering how much of a slobber bobber Gus had been. Wet kisses, floaters in your drink after Gus manhandled it. The amount of messes and childproofing that he entailed. Another fucking baby. After Salinger did her thing, she came to sit dutifully at Brian’s feet. He talked sweetly to her and gave her some pats to her head in gratitude for relieving herself. They went up the stairs and back in the house.
After dinner, Brian and Justin lazily lay on the couch talking and playing with Salinger, for a few hours. They took turns taking her out after she’d had her dinner. They brought the crate up into the bedroom and began to get ready for bed. They shared a shower and fooled around. Getting into bed, they locked Salinger in her crate and continued fooling around. At the pivotal moment of climax for them, Salinger shook the room with her howls. She was howling in tune with the grunts and moans coming from the bed. Brian and Justin cracked up and laughed themselves asleep.
Getting up a couple of times during the night to her whining, they took turns taking her out as well. At around 9, Brian was awakened by slobbery kisses to his face and hair. She’d licked a cowlick straight up and it seemed like Brian had an antenna sticking out of his head. He opened his eyes and saw the hazel eyes of his newfound responsibility and jumped a foot off the bed when she barked in his face. “Salinger!” He heard Justin laughing from the bathroom.
“You so fucking owe me Justin. I can’t even begin to tally up the favors right now!” Brian huffed and got up.
The rest of the day was spent lounging around, decorating the house and cleaning up the rooms. The furniture that had been delivered this summer looked great in the house. The bedrooms all had queen size beds except for the master, which held a king size. The boys’ room had two queen-size beds in there, so someone would be doubling up. They took a break and walked Salinger on the beach. It was cold and the water was freezing. They were bundled up though. Walking down the beach, they saw Trevor and Daniel and stopped to chat for a bit. They invited them over for dinner that night and told them of their plans for the week. They were invited over Christmas Eve, if they so desired, to meet the rest of the clan. The others would be there tomorrow, so Justin and Brian had one more day of solitude and sanity.
A minor tiff had occurred and some yelling might have happened when Brian inquired to the whereabouts of his boots. Almost crying, he went downstairs and outside on the deck to have a toke. He had to calm himself down. It wasn’t really Justin’s fault. It wasn’t really Salinger’s fault. But someone was going to reap it. So, Justin got the cold shoulder for a better part of the evening. The pleasantries were plastered on for their guests. During the nighttime though Brian relented and they made love. All was forgiven.
But Brian did try to bait the pup with Justin’s new tennis shoes. He had no problem taking them out of the closet and placing them at her feet. She sniffed at them and then looked up at her master.
“You don’t like them either huh? Figures. Next time, please eat something that costs at least $1000 less.”
The next day, Christmas Eve, the men finished up the last minute preparations. Hanging stockings and decorating the tree. Justin had made Brian a quiche for them to snack on. Artichoke, his favorite. Salinger watched as her masters flitted about. She took a liking to the tall one. His hair tasted good and he slipped her treats. She followed him around like she was his shadow. “She adores you Brian. I knew it. You two make a good team,” Justin laughed. He earned himself a kiss and a pinch. As that turned into something a little more sordid on the couch, Salinger jumped in and tried to paw them apart. She growled at Justin when he kissed her master. It was cute.
Sitting around waiting for the inevitable, they both shuddered when they heard the caravan of horns announcing Hell on earth revisited. Deb blew in and threw herself down on the couch. Bitching about the drive and how cold it was. Vic came in and calmly plopped down beside her. Next were the boys. The road trip was hard on them the first time and they were looking forward to being more than two feet away from each other. Mel, Linds and Gus came in and Brian immediately took Gus from them. Smiling and saying hello, he took Gus upstairs to his room to show it off. The boy squealed with glee at the big boy bed and the toys. Then Brian took him into their bedroom to see the new puppy. Shutting the door, he let Gus and Salinger make friends.
Downstairs everyone was shown to their rooms and Jennifer and Molly came in. Everyone commented on the house and the boys also, about the new furniture and the decorations. Justin served some crud detate and then beverages. Wine and spirits were flowing. Brian and Gus came back down with the dog. She showed her displeasure for Michael and Ted, of course. Bit Michael on his bad ear. Serves him right.
The gang settled in and talked about the year and all that had happened. Jennifer and Molly seemed comfortable enough. Molly and Gus played with Salinger, leashing her up and taking her outside. With warnings to both of them to stay off the beach and around the house, the agreed and went to play.
Molly was happy that she was being entrusted with Gus’s well being and knew that that was indeed a sign that she was growing up and completely accepted into the fold.
Jennifer helped Justin in the kitchen as he prepared some light fare for dinner. Debbie came in and offered help. The women then decided to go to the grocery store to get what they needed. A lot of dry goods were purchased beforehand and brought down, just in case.
Informed of the menu for the following day, Ted asked why they were not having the traditional fare of turkey and ham. Brian told him that a suck pig on a spit could be arranged in no uncertain terms. Ted then quickly changed his tune and welcomed the buffet.
As the ladies got ready to leave, the boys all asked to go to the store with them. Brian advised them at their own peril and embarrassment. Told that they shouldn’t be surprised if there were flyers with their pictures on it barring admittance.
They didn’t listen and Jennifer was surely embarrassed by their antics. Vic decided to stay home with Brian and Justin and they enjoyed the relative peace. Mel and Linds went to join Molly, Gus and Salinger outside.
Dinner was good. Everyone pretty much had a good buzz going.
The next morning started out simple enough with all the folks nursing hangovers around the kitchen. Justin had started some chestnuts in the oven and then went upstairs to shower with Brian. The night before had been much the same. They wouldn’t let a little acoustics from Salinger waylay them in bed. They did receive some ominous looks when they came down this morning though. Brian smirked it off. Justin of course, was quite embarrassed as usual.
While the boys were upstairs showering, the others looked at the decorations really for the first time. They noticed the stockings for everyone hanging. They’d each brought down their Christmas gifts for everyone and then began bringing them out and laying them around the tree. The stockings were already half full with gifts from Brian and Justin. The boys each went to get their gifts and dropped a tube of lube in Brian’s stocking. All in all, he and Justin should be good for the better part of six months.
Emmett went in to the kitchen to start some eggs and turned the oven dial over to 450. As he waited for the burner to warm up, he realized his mistake and then turned the burner on. As he cracked eggs, he slopped the yolk everywhere and created a mess. Frying the eggs to high he tried to turn them down, but with all the butter he put into the pan, the flame roared. Burnt egg and butter sizzled and then smoke began to filter in the kitchen. Sensing impending doom, Salinger started barking. The kitchen was filling with smoke again and then Michael came into the kitchen yelling that he knew what to do this time. “This time?” Debbie shrieked. Grabbing the a glass of water, Michael threw the water on the flames, and then jumped back as the flame shot out from under the pan. The fire alarm went off and scared the bejesus out of Brian and Justin upstairs. The acrid smell of something burning and a popping sound inside the oven alluded to more danger. The girls took Gus outside on the deck, grabbing his coat. Brian and Justin rushed downstairs.
Flying into the kitchen in wet robes, Brian and Justin assessed the danger once again. Reaching for the flour, Brian doused the flames. Justin opened the oven and was shocked to see the chestnuts popping out in every direction. Bursting and shooting out, aimed to kill. He was beaned by one in the forehead and Brian was pelted by one in the arm. The inside of the oven and the cabinets inside the kitchen were littered with burning and bursting chestnuts. The day had hardly begun. The boys were sent to their room and told not to show their face until much later.
Jennifer and Debbie had picked this moment to come home from their brisk morning walk on the beach.
Brian and Justin then went back upstairs and Debbie and Jennifer took it upon themselves to clean up the mess. Jennifer started another batch of chestnuts for Justin, knowing he loved them. “I really can’t believe that Brian bought this house.”
“It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it? Michael told me how nice it was. And, for Justin. Can you believe that? And they gave me all the furniture that they didn’t want and replaced,” Debbie replied.
“Its wonderful here. I’ve really come to love Brian. I know that it’s been a long time and so much has happened. But, he takes good care of Justin and treats him well. That’s all I can ask,” Jennifer smiled.
“Family is important to Brian. No matter what he says. It’s important he fit in as well. He loves that boy and Justin loves him. It’s been hard on them, but they seem to have got the hang of it,” Debbie smiled.
Vic added, “I’ve never seen Brian so calm. All those years, he seemed ready to just burst. Like he couldn’t get on with it quick enough. Then one day, he met this little blonde dreamboat and then it’s like he down shifted.”
“Well, Justin isn’t an easy one to handle. I should know. They do have their spats. I can believe that Justin gives just as good as he gets. I know he does,” Jennifer smiled.
“They’re fine Jen. They’re making it. All you can ask, right?” Debbie replied.
“I was looking forward to this getaway with Molly. With all of you. I was shocked when it was Brian who called and invited us,” Jennifer said.
Laughing, Debbie replied, “Just when you think its safe, he goes and does something totally off the wall, that Brian. He likes you Jennifer. You love your son and want what’s best for him. Brian is what’s best for him. So does he. It’s important to him that you know how he feels.”
Brian walked down and smirked. Taking in the scene, “My ears are burning. What are you ladies talking about now?”
“How on God’s earth did Justin get you to agree to a dog, Brian?” Vic asked.
“Yeah, I was afraid for him and his life,” Jennifer laughed and sipped her coffee.
“You knew? Jesus. She’s okay. In fact, she’s kind of sweet. She’s loyal too. I’m trying to teach her to bite Ted and Michael though…so watch out. Plus, she’s a total slobber machine,” Brian smiled and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Justin came down looking flushed. As usual, the morning fuck in the shower took place. Consistency is a rare virtue in these times you know. Salinger came and laid herself at Brian’s feet and barked. “See, she knows when you’re talking about her. Were your ears burning girl?” Brian singsonged in a cute little voice.
“What’s with the little voice?” Justin laughed and moved to kiss his lover’s shoulder. Salinger barked at him and nipped his bare toes. “Hey!”
Brian leashed up the dog and took her outside. Melanie and Lindsey went outside with Gus to talk to Brian.
As Brian went outside, Deb walked over to the tree and decided it needed more lights. She took the box of lights that was left and began stringing more until you could barely see any of the tree left. It just glowed like Chernobyl. When she reached to plug the final strand into the surge protector, she got a shock and then all the power in the house blew out.
“Brian, thank you so much for inviting us,” Melanie said.
“Yes, Brian. The house is wonderful,” Lindsey added.
“Well, Justin did it all. The decorations and shit,” Brian replied.
“We’re really happy for you and Justin, Brian. I can’t believe all this sometimes,” Lindsey added.
“He makes me happy Lindsey. I just want to return the favor to him, you know?” Brian smiled and lit a cigarette.
“And now, your own little addition to the union,” Melanie said, pointing to Salinger.
“Yeah, its not a kid, but she might as well be,” Brian smiled. Salinger finished and came to sit at Brian’s feet.
“Do you think that you and Justin may, uh…you know?” Lindsey inquired.
“I don’t think so. It’s not what he and I want. We leave that up to you women, you know?” Brian replied.
“Well, we were just curious you know. The house, the dog…what next?” Melanie asked.
“Life is next. We don’t want kids. I’m happy having Gus with you guys, but for Justin and me, it’s not in our future. We’re going to be together and do it the way we want,” Brian replied. He didn’t mean to hurt feelings, if he did. He and Justin weren’t interested in having children together. They were happy the way they were. Just the two of them. They could love Gus and spend time with him, and felt the parental bonds with him, but that was enough.
“Has it been hard on you not to fool around Brian?” Lindsey asked.
“No. And, I haven’t, if that’s what you’re getting at. I don’t fuck around anymore. There’s too much at stake,” Brian retorted.
“Yeah, AIDS…HIV,” Melanie replied.
“That and losing what I have with Justin,” Brian said and stubbed out his cigarette. He smiled curtly and walked back up the stairs.
“I can’t believe it. Who the hell is he and what has he done with Brian Kinney?” Melanie shook her head.
“I think it’s wonderful Mel. He’s grown up and become what he was meant to be. Happy and loved,” Lindsey smiled and hugged her wife. She picked Gus up and went back in the house. Melanie stood there and looked out on the dunes at the roaring ocean, feeling the cold air whipping her face.
As they all came back in to a completely dark house, Brian was summoned to the circuit breaker to pop the circuit back on and restore power. Seemingly drained of power, Justin was given a quick blowjob for his patience downstairs by Brian.
Lunch was served and everyone sat around talking and drinking again. Trevor and Daniel came by as promised and Michael was able to meet them finally. Emmett was told that he had been asked after from his hot little hook up that summer. That put him in a great mood. At midday, everyone milled around and Brian and Justin went upstairs to take a nap.
Climbing in bed they held each other. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know that right?” Brian stared into Justin’s eyes.
“I know Brian, me too. Things seem to be going really good for us. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m very happy and in love with you. I’ve loved you forever it seems,” Justin smiled and kissed Brian.
Brian turned in this lover’s arms and grabbed his hand. They were chest to back. Justin reached down and unzipped Brian’s jeans and snuck his hand inside. Rooting around he found what he was looking for and began to stroke him. Brian relaxed into the touch and pushed back against Justin. Justin scooted closer, grinding his crotch into Brian’s ass. As he brought Brian to full erectness, Justin continued stroking. Brian moved to lie on his back and then began to remove his shirt as his lover stroked.
Justin stopped as Brian sat up and removed the shirt and his jeans. He then propped himself up against the pillows in a sitting position and motioned for Justin to come between his legs. Justin moved and then began to shed his clothes. Fully naked, the both of them, Justin crouched between Brian’s legs and then took him in his mouth. Brian leaned his head back against the wall and exhaled deeply. His hands reached to caress Justin’s hair and his mouth hang slack.
The hot mouth surrounding him and the velvet sweep of his lover’s tongue up, down, around his cock was very relaxing and pleasing. It was fucking fantastic if you want to know the truth. Creating suction, Justin began a more urgent job and bobbed his head quicker. Brian was getting close and Justin urged him on. As he felt the tingling in his feet, his toes curled and the shot of electricity rose up through his body, hitting his spine and he came with a shudder. His breathing was labored and his eyes fluttered open and shut. A haze blanketing him.
When he finally stopped shaking, Brian opened his eyes to see his lover staring at him. Justin had lay his head on Brian’s thigh and watched. The both smiled. Brian pulled Justin up and kissed him, tasting himself in his lover’s mouth. “I want you inside me.”
Breaking the kiss, Justin moved back between Brian’s legs and then lay down. He watched Brian move down the bed, so that he was supine. Justin reached up and propped Brian’s legs up at the knees. He moved his hand in and then his face. He began to wet Brian with his tongue. Getting him ready and stretched, he moved back and brought Brian’s legs on his shoulders, gripping his calves. Brian stared at him from below and whispered, “Go on…do it.”
Pushing in slowly, as Brian was tight, Justin relished the feel of his lover. They were versatile with each other, although Justin preferred Brian to top him. Never tiring of the opportunity to be inside Brian, Justin loved it. Brian loved to feel his lover take him and make him feel exquisite in his ministrations. Justin was good…a born top. But he was also a born bottom. If Brian had to pick which role he liked better with Justin, it was a hard toss up. The feeling inside Justin was pure heaven, but when Justin moved inside him, he’d feel like it was the most incredible sensation on earth. To come with Justin inside him, threw Brian over the edge, literally.
Justin began to push in and out, quickening the pace and reached down to stroke Brian in time with his thrusts. He hovered above him and felt Brian’s hands reach around his waist and Brian pushed himself upwards to meet him.
“You feel so good,” Justin breathed.
A moan was received in response and Justin was urged to move faster, harder. Brian’s legs flexed over Justin’s shoulders and Justin fought to hang on as they became slippery with sweat. Brian began to breathe heavily and brought Justin down to his lips. They kissed ferociously. Biting and nipping and trying to hang on and consume each other.
“Come on my stomach, okay?” Brian breathed and moved his hands to grip Justin’s buttocks. He kneaded them in his hands and spread his cheeks apart. He brought one hand up to his mouth and slipped two fingers in, wetting them. Releasing them he moved the hand back to Justin’s rear and shoved the fingers in. Justin arched his back and began pumping harder inside Brian. Justin roughly jerked on Brian’s cock and watched as little drops of pre cum bubbled over the head.
As Brian worked his fingers in and out of Justin, they both knew that they were close. Right before Justin was coming, he pulled out and then directed his come to shoot all over Brian’s chest and stomach. Brian moved to finish himself off while his lover hovered over him. They both watched as the mixing come fell on Brian. “God, its so good. You’re so good,” Brian rasped.
Justin had to hold onto Brian’s shoulder as he teetered over him, releasing his last bit. Brian pulled Justin down on top of him and they lay like that, all wet and sticky for a better part of thirty minutes. Not ready to get up and get back down there, they decided to shower again instead of a hasty clean up. Washing each other’s bodies in the shower their talk was pleasantly quiet.
One of the great things about them is that they really didn’t have to talk all the time. At first, Justin couldn’t get enough conversation and communication from Brian. But that was because he didn’t understand what it was Brian was actually saying to him or the fact that Brian talked nonstop. Once the hurdle of learning Brian-speak was conquered, Justin relaxed a bit. Brian did love the fact that Justin was so communicative, but it could become cumbersome at times.
So, after the trials and tribulations, both were content in knowing what the other was saying, not saying or trying to say at all times. Another one of those couple things, once you become so close, it may seem at times that you’re of one mind.
Brian had learned long ago to consider Justin’s opinion before making decisions and plans for the two of them. It was only considerate and also a way of letting Justin know he was valued and mattered. Justin also became aware of his actions and what the consequences or reactions could be due to his hasty and rash decisions he’d made in the past. You can’t make a decision overnight on something that affects two people. This has to be discussed, examined and planned out.
Besides, there was enough conversation going on downstairs for all of them. They could effectually be silent the rest of the day and holiday, listening only to those around them. Brian did ask Justin to make sure that the house was stocked with extra strength Tylenol and a couple of joints for Brian’s sake although. You know, when things really got tough.
The Novotny clan and others celebrated with gift giving on Christmas Eve and the Taylors celebrated on Christmas Day. Justin was looking forward to changing things up a bit and was fine at Brian’s suggestion that they exchange tonight instead of tomorrow morning. That way, the food that was cooked and the guests could lounge around, instead of being in a hurry to get everything taken care of.
They dressed and went downstairs. Justin brought himself and Brian slacks and sweaters to wear for the gathering and pictures. It seemed that everyone had dressed themselves up a bit downstairs too. Salinger was given a Christmas sweater and the antlers were placed on her head, much to her dislike. Seems she liked to be naked as much as her masters. Gus, poor thing, was manhandled for pictures with everyone in every setting. By the time they were finished, he seemed ready for a nap. Lindsey sat down with him and he ate some of the food that had been laid out.
The food trough at Vanguard had nothing on the spread here in the house. Deb, in all her wonderous glory, liked to fatten everyone up. Her marinara was the best and she had pans of rigatoni, eggplant parm and ravioli laid out. Jennifer made some pot stickers and quiche. The girls had made some sausage rolls and mixed drinks. Emmett had run to the store to get some eggnog last minute and was mixing a huge pitcher of it in the kitchen amidst the women. Emmett decided to use the mixer to mix up the egg nog and liquor, because stupid is as stupid does. Brian came into the kitchen to get a beer at that moment and was standing next to Emmett making small talk. The mixer was turned on high and eggnog and liquor shot all over the kitchen and over Brian. His new sweater. Cashmere. Not a good time let me tell you.
It seemed that every minute, some one was cleaning up a mess the boys made and it infuriated Justin and Brian.
Vic had baked some tarts and pies for the gathering as well, wanting to do his part. Of course, Ted brought wine and Michael, being Michael just brought himself. I guess he’d never learn. So, as everyone milled around and sampled the fare, the stereo was turned on and Christmas songs filtered through the house.
A favorite of Justin’s, O Come, All Ye Faithful, was given a dirty re-versioning by Brian and the boys. It was supposed to be “…O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant…O come, ye, O come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold him, born the king of angels. O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.”
But with the fifth grade antics and stupid lyrics being placed, the carol was most befouled at Brian Kinney’s benefit. Figures, huh? I’ll let you imagine at your will. Enough said
Michael offered to take Salinger out to pee and asked Brian to accompany him. It was a tactic for catching up, so to speak. He and Brian hadn’t spent that much time together the last few months. Michael was busy with the comic book venture, as it had become quite successful. He and Justin worked on it, when Justin had time, which was less and less. But, they’d laid the anger to rest. Salinger didn’t really like being leashed up by this other man and showed her distaste by biting him on his hand. At Brian’s admonishment, she lightened up. The stood outside as she frolicked and sniffed. They made small talk and then Salinger wound herself in around Michael’s legs trapping him by the leash. She then tried to run off, tripping him. “That’s my girl!” Brian laughed.
As Michael untangled himself from the leash he gave his full attention to Brian. “Why in the hell did he get you a dog? You hate dogs Brian!”
“No, I don’t Michael. You hate dogs. I never hated dogs. She’s perfect…my own little bitch. Now, everyone can stop calling you that! You should be happy,” Brian laughed. Of course, Michael was not amused.
“She’s huge and she’s gonna shit everywhere and piss everywhere. Once your loft is demolished, you come back and I’ll tell you I told you so,” Michael spat.
Salinger took this moment to raise her leg and relieve herself on Michael. Brian just laughed and then bent down to pat her head. “Good girl!”
Michael huffed and threw the leash at Brian and ran upstairs to change. Laughing, Brian followed him up with the pup.
Stockings were exchanged first. Everyone got little things they needed and probably would never need. What is the deal with the ever-present supply of emery boards and Chap Stick? The pack of Bic pens? Does anyone use those anymore? The packs of gum and Tic Tacs. Some people did need those, we’ll concede. Decks of cards? Can you imagine the boys sitting around playing poker? No, and neither can they. Even if they were porno cards, that’s beside the point.
Then a break to eat and drink. Sing some more Christmas carols and do a little karaoke. In Michael and Ted’s haste to dance around making complete asses out of themselves, the bumped into the tree, sending it toppling to the floor. The top of the tree went straight through the fire screen and caught on fire. The angel that Gus had made at school burnt to a crisp in the melee. As the Christmas tree continued to smolder and spark, everyone ran around in complete chaos as Brian and Justin sat together stewing. Why does everyone feel the need to burn this house down? Alright, Brian wanted to, to spite the others, but this is becoming a regular occurrence.
“Remind me to call the insurance company when we get back, to double our fire clause. Justin just nodded his head.
After the fire was put out, the tree was stood back up. It had been an eight footer, but was now just under six feet. The smell of melted tinsel and the burst glass balls littered the house.
Gift certificates for dinner and spas from Justin and Brian were well received, about the only thing mind you. All in all, it was a crapshoot.
Now on to what’s really important. The gifts. Debbie got all her boys safe sex manuals and a basket of sex toys and lube. How nice. Linds and Mel were given potholders from Emmett. Ted gave magazine subscriptions to everyone. Vic gave each of them a favorite LP. The girls gave everyone thought full knick-knacks…crap to the boys. Michael gave Brian and Justin renewed memberships to Babylon for the year. Ironic really, seeing as they don’t go out that much anymore. Maybe once a week at most. I guess this was a way for Michael, in only his way, to let them know that they were missed. He could have done something totally untoward, as he was apt to do, when feeling left out, so Brian and Justin did breathe a sigh of relief and the membership cards.
Gus was given toys from everyone. That kid. The golden child. His room was one big Jinga at home, so Lindsey had asked everyone to get him clothes. Does anyone listen anymore?
Molly and Jennifer gave gift certificates from Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn, being forewarned by Justin. These gifts were very well received.
Of course, Brian and Justin listened so the boy was outfitted in the best wear for his private school. Justin had to talk Brian out of mini- Prada boots and D&G. Gus is a growing boy, so it’d be all for naught. And, to have to donate the clothes to the Goodwill, didn’t seem apropos as they wouldn’t be appreciated. So, he got the mother lode in pants, slacks, shirts and sweaters. All gussied up for his Daddies. Brian was so proud to be able to give what he could and do what he did for Gus. Justin did a lot too, helping out and also loved spending time with his two men. The downside of that, Gus had the temperament of his father and the smirk. The eyes and the smile, well that was well received. Plus, the fine art of ‘working it’ by Kinney was down pat.
Brian gave Justin the papers to the studio upstairs after the evening and Justin couldn’t be happier. He mistook the gesture at first, thinking Brian didn’t want him working at home or cluttering up the loft. But, Brian explained and let him know that Justin should have his own space to work. They were both very happy. Brian did want another picture, a hand made masterpiece from Justin, but the dog was becoming a great gift. Salinger was so cute and protective. She’d stopped growling at Justin when he approached her master. That was non-negotiable, so she acquiesced and thought better to just accept it. The rest of the clan was treated to her high-pitched barks and snaps. She was fitting in with her moods and the high and mighty way she carried herself.
After everyone went to bed, Brian and Justin sat around the fire and laughed. They cleaned up the wrapping paper and bows and put the food away. Everyone had tied one on again and the boys told them to go to bed. The next morning would start early with more food being prepared. Taking Salinger outside one last time before bed, they watched her play. It had gotten colder this evening and there was another freeze warning. The weather report warned of an ice storm approaching. The boys practically prayed that they wouldn’t be stranded longer than the originally planned holiday with the folks inside. As they stood and waited on the pup, they noticed someone around the front of the house and another person. It was Molly and she’d evidently met up with a neighbor boy earlier and was getting her first kiss.
Justin was shocked and all Brian could do was laugh. Being chastised and told to get inside and go to bed, does nothing for a thirteen year old girl’s self esteem or embarrassment meter. Brian walked over to the boy who looked up to the towering menace. While Justin rudely admonished the young boy, Brian stood by and smirked. As Justin took Salinger back inside, Brian patted the boy on the shoulders and told him not to worry. “Come by tomorrow…in the daylight.” The boy cowered off.
Of course, the ice storm hit full force in Chesapeake. Stranding the clan until the New Year. Not the way they planned to spend it. Brian and Justin wanted everyone gone by the 27th and planned to spend the time alone. Life doesn’t always work out the way you planned, does it?
Michael, Emmett and Ted were spared their life by the good graces of one blonde kindhearted soul.
Threats were made to not see anyone until next Christmas. A good time was had, in all actuality. But Brian wouldn’t admit to it. He was where he wanted to be. With Justin. They’d made the call long ago and couldn’t see it any other way.
During the time they spent together, all of them, Salinger was taught a few tricks. She did learn to attack Ted on command or her own whim. She was really was her Master’s dog. And every bit of clothing was doused in the slobber, with the consistency of slime, from a very excited puppy.
Merry Christmas All and Happy New Year!