The weeks that followed John’s disappearance and subsequent return by his father were somewhat hectic. At first, the police didn’t want to believe the story Brian told them about Burke, Sr. simply forgetting to contact Brian when he decided to take John for the day, but Brian’s insistence and John’s confirmation of the story kept Burke out of jail. In turn, Burke made good on his promise to be more involved in John’s life. Friday had become father/son day for John and his father and in turn became a much appreciated ‘date night’ for Brian and Justin. So, this Friday found the couple on the dance floor at Babylon. They were all but oblivious to the stares of the people around them as they gyrated together. Michael, Ben, Ted and Emmett stood near the stairs shaking their heads in disbelief. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” Emmett asked to know one in particular. “The most historic reunification since Germany.” Ben offered. “What happened to the fiddler?” Emmett asked pursing his lips. “He fell off the roof.” Michael quipped making Emmett laugh. Brian didn’t see the exchange between his friends. He was much more interested in the young man in front of him. Justin was grinding himself against Brian their lips in constant contact. Since, John had come to live with him, Brian had to be satisfied with quickies in the shower before work or ultra-silent fucks after John had gone to sleep. He longed to hear Justin cry out as he drove the younger man into the mattress. It was his plan to do just that once he got Justin home. He had come to look forward to Friday’s and silently thanked God for his time off. “I’m going to fuck you.” Brian whispered against Justin’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you all night long.” He then took Justin’s ear lobe into his teeth gently biting down. Justin shivered against him. “You ready?” “Fuck yeah!” Justin moaned. Brian smiled and half dragged half carried Justin to the door. They were in the car and half way home in seconds. Brian parked and both men jumped out of the car running for the door. They ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Brian had the door unlocked, opened and the two of them inside in record time. He shut the heavy metal door and locked it setting the alarm quickly as he watched Justin undressing on his way toward the bedroom a path of clothes in his wake. Brian followed quickly already hard as a rock after watching the other man’s show. With a feral growl, Brian tackled the blond to the bed lips pressed together in a feverish kiss. Brian wasn’t sure how he got out of his clothes, but he reveled in the feel of Justin skin against his own. He ground their erections together making Justin groan. Brian decided he liked the sound and did it again. “Oh, God, Brian.” Justin managed. “Fuck me.” Brian loved the huskiness in Justin voice knowing he’d done that to the younger man. He nipped Justin’s neck where it met the teen’s shoulder. Justin gasped grabbing the back of Brian’s head holding him in place. “Please.” Justin begged. “Brian, please.” Brian also loved it when Justin begged. “Please what, Sunshine?” Brian teased his tongue tracing Justin’s lips ever so lightly. “You. In. Me. Now.” Justin ground out. Brian smirked. He loved reducing the teen to monosyllables. He reached to the bedside table retrieving a condom and lube. Justin ripped them from his hands and quickly slid the condom onto Brian’s erection. He then opened the lube putting a generous amount on Brian’s cock before sliding his hand down to prepare himself. Brian smirked again. He lifted Justin legs to his shoulders and with one hard thrust buried himself deep inside the body writhing below him. “Ahhhhhhh!” Justin gasped lifting himself up to meet Brian’s thrust. “Yesssss!” He hissed pulling Brian’s lips to his own. Brian moved slowly at first hitting Justin’s prostate with every single thrust causing the boy to grunt his approval his lips never separating from Brian’s. Brian moved with long deliberate strokes wanting to draw this out as long as he possibly could. He wanted to feast on the body below him and revel in the sounds he made. He was so close to the edge that every nerve ending was on fire. He knew the other man was the same. Not wanting to come too quickly, Brian slowed down his pace much to Justin’s chagrin. “Patience, Sonny-boy.” Brian said. “We have all night.” Justin growled and tried to thrust up toward Brian but the older man placed his hands on Justin’s hips holding him down. With the slower pace, Brian was able to control things much better. He would bring himself and Justin to the very brink then slow down once again. A very vocal Justin shouted for him not to stop then shouted out in frustration when Brian would once again slow down. “Fuck!” Justin shouted. “Brian!” “Yes, Sunshine.” Brian said in a strained voice as he continued his slow even thrusts. “Please!” Justin said the need in his voice unmistakable. “You want to come, Sonny Boy?” Brian asked huskily. “Yes!” Justin shouted. “You want to come now, Sonny Boy?” “God, yes!” Justin shouted hoarsely. Brian moved down to Justin’s ear his lips brushing against the shell. “Are you sure?” Justin could only nod as he bit his bottom lip. “Okay, then, come for me, Baby.” Brian breathed. “Come with me, Baby.” Brian finally sped up the pace and all was lost. Justin cried out Brian’s name as he came coating Brian’s stomach and chest with white pearly ropes. His muscles clamped down on Brian’s cock to the point of being almost painful forcing the older man over the edge as well. He pounded into Justin’s tightness as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He then collapsed onto Justin’s chest trying not to crush the smaller man as he did. They lay there breathing hard their hearts jack hammering in their chests. It was several moments before Brian had the clear state of mind to roll off of Justin and dispose of the used condom. When he rolled onto his back, Justin immediately rolled close to Brian’s side laying his head on the brunet’s chest. “Holy fuck.” Brian said and he tied a knot in the end of the condom and dropped over the side of the bed. “That was fucking amazing.” Justin, still breathing fast, smiled and threw a tired arm over Brian’s body. Brian kissed the top of the blond’s head putting his arms around the teen. Justin licked Brian’s chest up to his neck before reaching the older man’s lips. “Oh, yeah.” Justin managed when their lips parted. “I love father/son Fridays.” Brian stated emphatically. “Yes.” Justin said nodding. “Good idea. Very, very good idea.” -- A pounding on the loft door awoke the men early next morning. Brian managed to get up and pull on his jeans before heading in the direction of the offending noise. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Brian called. “I’m coming.” He looked at the clock on the microwave and saw that while it may have seemed early, it was in fact nearly eleven o’clock. He ran a hand through his hair and yawned as he opened the metal door. John bounded in dropping his backpack on the floor by the door. “Hey, Uncle Bri.” John said cheerfully. “Did we wake you? Where’s Justin?” “Hey, squirt.” Brian said receiving a glare from the boy. “Pick that up.” He pointed toward the backpack. “You left your dirty clothes in it for almost a week last time.” “Okay, okay.” John said picking up the backpack and dumping its contents onto the floor. He pulled out the dirty clothes and got up to take them toward the bathroom. “Knock first.” Brian said. “Justin might be in there.” John nodded then continued. “Have a good time?” He turned back to Burke, sr. “Yeah, it was great.” Burke said. “He’s a great kid.” Brian nodded. “You want some coffee?” Brian asked jerking his thumb toward the kitchen. “Actually, I have to get home.” Burke said. “I have to be at work tonight at 6.” “Same time next week, right?” Brian asked trying not to seem anxious. “You bet.” Brian closed the door then headed into the kitchen to set up the coffee maker. He heard John talking with Justin as they came out of the bedroom. “Oh,” John said, “I almost forgot.” John produced a slip of paper from the side of his backpack. “You have a meeting with the principal on Tuesday morning.” “Why?” Brian asked. “What’d you do?” “Nothing.” John said laughing. “He said that he wanted to see you about the work I need to catch up on.” “I thought you were pretty much caught up.” Brian asked frowning. John shrugged. -- Brian hated going to see the principal. Any principal. It was like being back in school himself. Visits to the principal always led to getting knocked around at home. Brian shook his head to clear it. “Mr. Kinney.” The principal greeted Brian warmly. “I’m Principal Lockhart. Come on in to my office.” Brian followed the man into his office where a gray haired woman with a pinched face sat waiting. Brian had no idea who the woman was. He was pretty sure she wasn’t one of John’s teachers. “Mr. Kinney this is Mrs. Norris our school counselor.” Brian nodded and shook the woman’s offered hand. “John told me you wanted to discuss the work he still needs to catch up on.” Brian began. “I was under the impression that he was only short 2 or 3 assignments. And, he’s working on those along with his other class work and homework. My partner and I help a little, but if there is any question as to who does the work -.” “John had been discussing certain things in school that we would like to ask you about.” Mrs. Norris said. “What kind of things?” Brian knitted his brow. “You said something about your partner.” Mrs. Norris asked. “Yes, my partner, Justin Taylor.” “You live together?” “Most of the time.” Brian said. “Meaning?” “I’m sure you have a point, and I’d like you to get to it.” Brian said shortly. “John has been talking openly about the ‘relationship’ you have with Mr. Taylor.” Mrs. Norris explained. “I’ve had to field calls from some of the other children’s parents about John’s stories of you kissing your partner in front of him, hugging one another, things like that. One such parent even observed you and Mr. Taylor kissing in front of the school.” Brian pressed his lips together as he listened. “I’m sure you can understand their concerns about such things.” “Yeah, I mean, it’s disturbing to see two people who love one another actually kissing and hugging.” Brian said sarcastically. “Mr. Kinney.” Mrs. Norris was not amused. “There is no need for sarcasm.” “I think there is.” Brian countered. “See, I love Justin and he loves me and we see no reason why we should hide that from John. And, John doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.” “We’re just concerned about the environment that John is being exposed to?” Mrs. Norris said. “You mean one in which two people who love him also love one another enough to show each other affection in front of him?” Brian’s voice began to rise. “My mother and father were tyrants. They never showed affection for one another or for my sister and me. My sister was so obnoxious she ran her husband off and most of the people around her couldn’t stand her, me included. Now, if that is the type of ‘environment’ you want me to expose John to, then you are totally fucked.” Mrs. Norris visibly flinched at Brian’s last word. “I may be a fag, but I love my partner and I love my nephew. But, if you think he is somehow being abused, or corrupted, call the cops. I’ll then get a lawyer and I will own you, this school, and the whole damned school district.” Brian stalked out of the office leaving Mr. Lockhart and Mrs. Norris speechless. -- Brian was still fuming when he entered the loft 30 minutes later. He didn’t even notice the greetings he received from both John and Justin. Justin frowned and looked down at John. John just shrugged and went back to typing his latest homework assignment onto the computer. Justin made sure that John had it well in hand before heading to the bedroom to see what was wrong with Brian. Brian was lying on the bed when Justin got there. He was fully dressed except for his suit coat. Justin approached his lover slowly and carefully. Justin knew that something was wrong, but getting Brian to open up was difficult most of the time and when he was in a mood like the one he was in now, all bets were off as to how he would respond. Justin carefully lay down on the bed next to Brian and waited. Brian turned toward him and into a hug. Justin was surprised at first, but when Brian laid his head on Justin chest, Justin began to trace slow circles on Brian back. After several minutes, Brian had visibly calmed, but Justin waited patiently for the man to talk. “Why are people such assholes?” Brian asked suddenly. What people?” Justin asked. “All people.” Brian said. But, before Justin could answer, Brian continued. “That meeting with John’s principal was about John telling his classmates about how we, that is you and I, hug and kiss and show affection for one another in front of him and how the parents of the other students have ‘concerns’ about it.” “You’re kidding?” Justin said. “I wish I was.” Brian said. “Can you believe that shit?” Justin shook his head. “John is my nephew and I love him. You’re my partner and I love you. What the fuck could be wrong with that?” Brian shut his eyes and let out an exasperated breath. “No one ever says a goddamned thing about straight couple who hug and kiss and God knows what else in front of their children, but let a fag do it and they’re all over him. Christ!” “What did you tell them?” “I told them that if they suspected abuse to call a cop and after they find none, I’d sue them.” Brian explained. “Then I walked out of there.” “They’re just stupid, Uncle Bri.” John said causing Brian and Justin to look toward the door where he stood. “They don’t know anything. I think it’s cool that you two act like, you know, real people. It’s helped me with everything that has happened and all. Helps me feel normal, you know.” He sat down on the end of the bed and stared at his hands. “I think so.” Brian said as he and Justin sat up. “And, you’ve helped me a lot, too, you know?” “Really?” John asked surprised. “Yeah.” Brian said ruffling the boy’s hair. “You lost your mom and I lost mine, so we have to, you know, stick together. Help each other out.” “Just like a family?” “Yeah, just like family.” Brian said. “Now, come on. Let’s go find some dinner, I’m starving.” Justin smiled at his lover and John as they walked toward the kitchen. They were slugging each other in the arm now and Brian dragged John into a headlock. John yelped for Justin to help him and, shaking his head and smiling wider, Justin headed out to referee. The End.