A/N: In my AU, it wasn't Joan who showed up at the loft in 2.09, but Jennifer. Justin "Um, do you really think this is a good idea?" Brian gives me his patented glare. Okay, so maybe I asked him about a hundred times already, but I'm truly unsure now that the time has come. I'm not a counsellor or anything like that after all. And who knows how the Mollusc will react. She ... she is a little calmer now, after the camp. But I still prefer to not hang around Mom's condo when Molly is there. However, when we told her about the Spawn, she was all too willing to help us. After all, we gave her the all-clear to be her most annoying self. And that's what Molly excels at. So after she had a go at the boys, I'm going to give them the coup de grâce. So to speak. "Justin, everything will be fine, you'll see. Besides, Claire told me that she already talked a few things through with them, so..." Yeah, great. Their Uncle Fag is no longer a monster. Wonderful! Brilliant! I think I'll be sick any moment now. "And do I have to remind you that this was your idea?" Doesn't mean that it was a good one, does it? Or need I remind him of that little Viagra episode? Also my idea, and we all know how that one turned out. Yeah, with Mom walking in on us. Gods, I don't think I've ever been that embarrassed. And Mom, she was ... downright mean. I can still hear her, "Oh Brian, you seem to have a tiny problem there. Maybe you should put some ice on it..." Bri didn't speak to me for a full day after that. That's what I'm fearing now as well. Only this time he might retreat into silence for longer than 24 hours. Cause it's his family that's involved. And he's really been making an effort, I know. Cause I've been here, seeing him through his chats with Claire. It's only a month since Mikey's birthday, but they have made such progress... Shit, I'm so very proud of him. He's learnt some very valuable lessons of late, the most important one being that he shouldn't hide away from his demons, but face them. The old Brian wouldn't have done that. Oh no. Quite the opposite. He'd have run to Babylon or the Baths to fuck his brains out. Pain management a la Kinney. Unfortunately for him, that's out of the question now. Cause we are exclusive... And even after half a year, that thought still makes me completely giddy. There hasn't been anyone else for six months – no tricks, no nothing. We actually celebrated that particular anniversary last Thursday. Even though he said it was all about the newest polls for the mayoral election. Yeah, right. Like he can fool me after more than two years. Anyway, I was getting panicky here. So it would be counterproductive to think of Thursday night. Or yesterday morning when he woke me with that sentence I've come to hate. "Rise and shine..." Oh yes, something was rising. But it wasn't my cock or anything of that sort. It was my anger. I took one of the cushions and threw it into his general direction. Unfortunately, I missed and he was smirking, cause he'd managed to wake me up. Asshole! Sometimes I'm really wondering why I love him. I must be truly mental. Maybe I should contact Kathleen about it... Now there's a thought. I'm sure Eamon would love to tease Brian about it – mercilessly. Um, I'm digressing again. Fuck. Back to panicking. I'm just working on some really gruesome things that could happen today and tomorrow, when the buzzer breaks the silence. Brian ruffles my hair – can you believe that he forbid me to get a proper haircut, claiming that he loved the way I looked – kisses me silly, and only then answers the door. It's Mom and Molly. "Brian, I haven't got all day, okay? I have to be at the other end of town in half an hour, so let us in. Now!" Mom has adapted to Brian's vocabulary and it's really scary to watch how well they get along. "And you better be decent..." Bri chuckles as he releases the front door, then he turns back and pounces on me. "Um, Bri..." His lips are all over my face, and it's hard to get any words out. "Didn't Mom say we should be..." he's cupping my hardening cock, "...oh shit! We should be decent..." His only answer is a smirk. "Brian, it's not only Mom this time... Holy fucking shit..." He's massaging me now, and I know there's no way in hell that I'm facing my mother like this. I hear the elevator stop outside, and push Bri off, running towards the bathroom. Shit, shit, shit. I'm all hard and bothered, and he's so going to pay for this. I'm quickly pulling out my dick, jerking off while I hear Brian welcome Mom and Molly as if he didn't have a care in the world. Fucker! I'm so going to make him bottom for me tonight. After all, it's been two days since I last came inside of him. That thought tips me over the edge, and I'm biting my lower lip to keep from groaning. Moments later, the bathroom door opens, and Brian sticks his head in. "Need any help while brushing your teeth, Sunshine?" He winks, and I so want to kill him. That or ravage him right here and now. He seems to be able to read my mind, cause he enters the room and embraces me. "I'll make it worth your while tonight, Taylor. I promise..." He kisses a path from my chin to my left ear, and then whispers. "I love you." Shit. That's all it takes these days. Three little words and I'm forgetting that I'm supposed to be angry with him. Because I know that it's still not too easy for him to reveal his feelings – least of all to me. Which is at once absurd and crystal clear. I'm his partner and he should trust me, right? Then again, I'm his partner – the one person he lets closer than anyone else – so if I choose to hurt him... Gods, we are so screwed – and so perfect for each other. Fuck! I think he would have a heart attack or a stroke if he could hear me now. Maybe he's right and I'm really spending too much time with Mel and Linz – I'm turning into a lesbian... I turn his head so he faces me, and kiss his perfectly shaped lips. "I love you, too. Bri." I'm about to say something inanely sappy like, "Always have, always will," when my Mom saves me by calling for me. So I just sigh, and Brian shrugs, and we're with our guest, playing perfect host and hostess as my non-husband insists on calling me. The Mollusc seems to think this absolutely funny, and starts calling me Justine. Fuck her, and fuck Brian! After Mom's gone, I'm taking Molly aside, "You know that I love you, yes? Cause you're my sister. Even though you're annoying the hell out of me... But I swear, if you call me that one more time, I'm going to kill you." I add the raised eyebrow I have picked up from Bri, and it seems to works. She looks positively scared. Good! "So, if you want to get on someone's nerves, save it for Brian's nephews. Today you can have a go on John, tomorrow it'll be Peter. And you know, of all the terrible things you ever did to me," she grins at the wonderful memories, "choose the most horrifying..." Two hours later, I know she did just that. When I return from my short trip to the storage area beneath the loft, John looks like a kicked puppy, and demands I take him to his Uncle Brian. Molly grins. "Well, I don't know, John. Your mother told me that you're not very fond of your uncle, so we thought it best that you spent some time with my sister while your Mom takes your brother to the shopping centre." That part of the plan was really ingenious. Both boys will have some time alone with their mother, and they had agreed readily to that. Only when they heard that they'd be staying with their uncle... But they agreed finally. Which brings us back to the here and now. John first glares at me, and then turns to Molly. She's batting her lashes at him. "Besides, I'm surprised that you're talking to me. Since I'm also a faggot..." John shrugs, "You're not so bad." I think that has more to do with the fact that he's no longer alone with Molly than anything else. "And anyway... Mom told us that Uncle Brian isn't that bad after all. She's actually spending time with him, isn't she?" I nod. "It's just... He's so fucking rich, but he never ever gave us any presents, did he?" Well, that doesn't really surprise me. "And when Mom or Gran needed help, he was never there for them..." And there he is mistaken. Brian may have chosen to remain in the background, but he always looked after his family. "But maybe ... maybe we weren't very nice to him." He gazes pointedly at Molly, who chooses to ignore him, "Maybe, if we stopped calling him a fag all the time and stuff..." I smile. I think John is a bright little boy. Or should we say young man? He's biting his lower lip – seems to be a family trait – and continues, "Can I ask you something?" Holy fucking Christ. He's actually able to be polite. I nod, too startled to make a coherent reply. "You aren't abominations like Gran says, are you?" Jesus! If I didn't already dislike Brian's mother for all the shit she's been saying to him at the hospital... "No, John. We aren't abominations. In fact, according to your uncle there's only one abomination around here, and that's our car. He doesn't really like it, you see." John grins. "We are different, I grant you that. And there are people who think we are freaks. There was this one boy at my school who hated me for what I was – so much that he almost killed me on the night of our Prom. It was your uncle who saved me." John's eyes grow large, and I'm quickly checking on Molly because I don't want her to hear any of this. Who knows how much she understood back then. But she is sitting in front of the TV, watching some silly girlie thingy. "Uncle Brian saved you?" I can hear the awe in his voice, and I smile again. "He ... he must be really different with you. I don't think he'd save Peter or me. Or Mom or Gran." Fuck! Where the hell does he get these ideas? He sighs and casts his eyes to the floor. I think I see a lone tear rolling down his cheek, and I'm wondering if I should maybe hug him. "Well, I guess that's because he loves you, and despises us." That's it. Enough! I shake him until he looks up again. "John, that's not true! You are Brian's family! And he loves you! Why do you think did he agree to you staying here, huh?" John stares at me, obviously clueless. "He would do anything for you, your brother, your mother, and yes, your grandmother. It's just ... he doesn't like to be called on something like that. That's why he's not here right now. It's easier for him to be the asshole, and you know what? When we met, he also pushed me away – repeatedly. But I wouldn't let him. And if you want him to be a real uncle, you will have to do the same as your Mom. Don't let him shove you aside." I take a deep breath before asking the most important question yet. "You know that your Mom wants to be a real family again. Do you think you might like that as well? Even though Brian is a faggot?" --- Brian "Way to go, Sunshine!" I couldn't believe my ears when I dropped Spawn No. 1 off at Claire's and the little fucker actually said, "Goodbye, Uncle Brian." Justin's plan had worked! Not that there was any doubt about that, but still. Molly must have been at her worst today. And Jus obviously made some real progress with my nephew as well. I wonder what he told him. So, when I get home to the loft, I gather my partner to me, to show him how much I appreciate everything he's done so far. Peter shouldn't be too hard to crack – seeing as he's younger than John and not nearly as bratty... "So, tell me. How did you do it?" Justin grins, "Oh well, Molly forced him to play tea party, and chatted about her camp and everything. When I got back from the storage, he almost begged me to take him to you. I enquired if he was sure, you being a faggot and all of that. He really surprised me then, cause he actually asked if we were abominations, and I told him about the car and things. And then..." He falls silent then, and I can tell that there's something he doesn't want me to know. But I'm having none of that. Not anymore. Our problems only got to be as big as they were because we never talked about things. I'm cupping his cheeks and gaze into these blue eyes of his – Gods, I could lose myself in them. But not right now. I kiss the tip of his nose, and he smiles and nods. He understood me. "I told him about the Prom. About Hobbs and how he bashed my head in. And how you saved me... Bri, I think he really believes you hate him. That you hate all of them." Shit! When did things get so fucked up? Okay, I was never their biggest fan – and that's a euphemism. But I didn't hate them. Hell, I didn't hate Jack – even though I wanted to, even though he would have deserved it. "Bri? Are you okay?" Fuck! The little shit knows me too well. It's moments like this that I want to go back to my old ways. Head out to Woody's or Babylon or the Baths, get pissed and stoned, fuck my brains out. But no... I had to go and change. I had to let the little blond twink in, didn't I? Fuck it all. "Brian?" Shit, he's really worried now, his beautiful eyes clouding with concern. I have to do something – even if it kills me. "I just... I don't hate them. I can't. I mean, they are my family, aren't they?" He nods. "And somehow you can't really hate your family, can you? You still love your father, even though he acted like a fucking idiot – and played soccer with my poor ribs..." He smirks, and nods again. "I was just thinking that I ... that I didn't hate Jack, even though he would have deserved it, and more." His arms come around me, and he whispers what he thinks are calming things to me. Little fucker. I swear I'm feeling like that night at Mikey's – oh yeah, Justin's fucking allergies are also catching up with me. Fuck! "All I wanted was for them to love me, like they always pretended when someone else was around... But they didn't. Except for Claire..." Yes, I've realised as much over the past few weeks. My sister loved me, but she was too afraid of our parents to show me. "I think they were just too screwed up, and too immersed in their own problems to give you what you needed. And they made so many mistakes with you – and with Claire." He's right. Claire might have been able to evade the corporal punishment, but she still has all these issues she's fighting to overcome – even now. "And things are different now, Brian. You have a loving family – and don't give me that look." What look? 'Don't know what you're talking about, Sunshine.' He doesn't mean the raised eyebrow, does he? "I'd say it's time you moved forward, leaving your past behind. And take Claire with you." Shit, he sounds like Kathleen. And that is one scary thought. I draw back a little, and manage a smile. "What did I ever do to deserve you, huh?" He sighs, and glances at his shoes. Shit. "I can't remember being such a good person to merit someone like you..." His head comes up, and there's this full-fledged Sunshine smile on his face. Fuck! The little shit tricked me. "You little piece of... I really don't know what I should do with you!" He purses his lips, but his eyes are still twinkling. I huff. "Well, I think some sort of reward is in order since you tamed the first of the Spawn. And..." I gaze at him intently, "...you averted a major queen-out, I think." He pulls my head down and starts to devour me. I think he's been waiting for this all day – he's eager like that. Of course, something interferes – the fucking monster. At least Justin has the grace to blush. I mumble something about teenagers who will turn me into a pauper yet, drag him out of the loft and down the stairs to the jeep. We get to the diner is record time, and are just entering when Mikey and the Professor cross the street. "Hey, wanna grab a bite as well?" You really can't get anything past the fierce intellect of one Michael Novotny. "No, Mikey. We wanted to get some fucking flowers. Of course we wanted to have something to eat." I catch Justin's eye, and add, "Or rather, the monster Justin harbours in his stomach needs nutrition. And I'm afraid it'll come up and bite my head off if I don't feed it." My blond twink slaps me over the head. "Hey! Do you mind? Show some respect to your elders." Shit, I had to say that, didn't I? "Oh yes, I'm so sorry, grandpa. Won't happen again. I forgot for a second that you get extra sensitive to pain at your advanced age..." Mikey snickers, and even Ben joins in. Fuck them all. I push past Justin and flop down in an empty booth. My so-called best friend and his partner sit down opposite of me, and I'm waiting for my non-husband to join me. But instead of Justin, a cup of coffee suddenly appears in front of me. "It's as fresh as can be... Am I forgiven?" Justin's face comes into view, and the little fucker is batting his fucking lashes at me. I growl, but still take the coffee from his hands. "You're lucky that I love you, I hope you know that." He nods. "Else you'd be on the streets..." More lash-batting. "And I wouldn't even care if you hooked up with the entire London Symphonic Orchestra..." He gives me that 'Sure, whatever you say' look, and I know that I've been caught. It's really getting old. So I quickly change the topic. "You won't believe what Sunshine and his sister managed to achieve. My beloved nephew actually called me Uncle Brian today. I think Molly is scarier than even I gave her credit..." Justin is elbowing me in the side. "Taylor! I'm warning you!" He stares at me innocently. Like I'd believe that act! When we finally get back, I hardly get the door shut before he pounces. "You are so going to pay now. The way you teased me this morning... It's been on my mind all day." I give him my tongue-in-cheek-grin, and I can feel his cock harden against my thigh. "Fuck, and you're doing it again." Hey, I'm completely innocent here. Yeah, right. "I want you – want to be inside you." Well, I expected no less. "So get over to the sofa. I want you on your hands and knees, naked and ready for me when I return from a short trip to the bathroom in about five minutes." My, my, my, Sunshine. Getting forceful, are we? I've to admit that I love this side of him – he's showing it far to rarely. Though ... it goes without saying that I'd never tell him... I'm shedding my clothes, leaving a trail behind me. Before I step out of my pants, I grab the ever present tube of lube. I kneel down on the sofa and begin to prepare myself. Fuck, none of my former tricks would believe this. Brian Fucking Kinney is getting ready to take his partner's beautiful dick... For a second, I'm reminded of the zucchini man – I was so stupid. Instead of being thrilled about having Justin with me, I almost blew it up – and thanks to Mikey, Justin got so scared of losing me that he came up with those fucking rules. Well, not going to happen again. It's not like we don't have any rules in our relationship now. They are different, though, and have nothing to do with my tricking or anything like that. One of our new regulations is to talk about things. Justin doesn't even know that it exists, because he never had a problem with talking ... only when he knew that I didn't want to discuss a certain topic – like the Prom. Well, I've made an effort of changing things like that, and I have to admit that our dearest friends, the fucking O'Reillys, have helped me a great deal as far as those changes are concerned. Justin's voice breaks me out of my musings. "I wish I had a canvas here right now... You're so..." I swear, if he says "beautiful" now, I'll puke. Or maybe not. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you all night..." I have heard these words before – oh yes, cause I've said them to him that first night. "Are you ready for me?" I want to tell him that I'm always ready, but he doesn't wait for an answer, but simply thrusts into me. I gasp at the initial pain, but he strokes my hips, and I quickly relax. "Gods, Bri... You're so tight..." You don't say, Taylor. When his cock is fully embedded in my ass, he leans forward, kissing my neck and shoulders. "Love you, Bri." Ever the romantic... But I reply in kind, and what does that make me? Huh? I don't really want to know. When he still doesn't move about a minute later, I'm becoming impatient. "Didn't you say you were going to fuck me? So get on with it, Taylor. Else I might have to reconsider letting my bossy bottom on top again..." That does it, of course. He growls, and begins to ride me hard and fast. His right hand goes to my dick, and he jerks me off in time with his thrusts. Fuck, it's really not surprising that I allow him to do this so often. I think we reached a 50:50 situation by now, and I don't mind one bit. I guess I just never thought that anyone could fuck me like he does. Or – to use his words – make fucking love to me like he does. I lose my train of thought as I'm falling and drowning in ecstasy, and soon – too soon for my liking – I feel the tell-tale tightening of my balls, and I'm coming all over Justin's hand as he empties himself deep inside of me. It's sheer willpower that keeps me from dropping down on the sofa. I simply don't want to get it to the cleaners yet again. I've had enough of that two weeks ago when Gus spilled his cherry juice all over it. Admittedly, that had been my fault because I sneaked up on him. Naturally, Justin started an argument about new furniture as soon as Gus was back with the Munchers. And maybe, just maybe, he's right. And here's another maybe. Maybe now that Gus is over more often, and Claire and the Spawn might become a part of our lives, we should find a bigger home. I'm not going to sell the loft, no. But perhaps Justin could use it as a studio... I will have to think about that, and get Jen involved. She's a fucking realtor, after all. For the time being, I think a shower is in order, because we sort of reek of sex and the fucking diner. So as soon as Justin's breathing is back to normal, and he pulled out of me, I drag him to the shower where I show him that he's not the only one who can fuck his partner into oblivion.