Hell Week, Chapter 1 Rating: R Britin Manor-August 2014. It was a beautiful, warm summer night. The trees surrounding the terrace at Britin Manor were filled with tiny, white, Chinese paper lanterns, hung strategically throughout the many layers of leafy branches. They swayed in the gentle breeze, creating an illusion of bobbing fireflies. The tables were all decorated in the finest white linen with two foot high crystal vases as centerpieces. They were overflowing with Gerber daisies in different shades of pink, interspersed with green fronds and Baby’s Breath. There were nine tables in all, each seating ten people. The wedding party sat at the center table on a dais that was slightly raised. The other tables were on either side of it in a semi-circle around the dance floor. Molly Taylor sat at the head table, dressed in her ivory, Carolina Herrera wedding gown. It was a simple silk sheath, with spaghetti straps and a heavily embroidered over dress that flowed outward from the waist to the long train that ended about four feet behind her. Her rich, mahogany hair was pulled back by the jeweled combs that Justin had given her at the wedding rehearsal dinner, accentuating her incredibly high cheek bones, her large blue eyes and her porcelain skin, with its smattering of freckles across her nose. She was glowing this evening as she raised her glass to toast the man she had just married. Vicente Garcia, lovingly called Vince by everyone who knew him, was an engineer that she had met three summers ago while she was studying in Madrid, Spain, on an exchange program between the University of Madrid and Boston University. She had been introduced to him by her roommate Anna, and they had been inseparable ever since. Today was the culmination of many months of endless planning between Justin, Jennifer and Molly Taylor, with a lot of help from Emmett Honeycutt, Pittsburgh’s pre-eminent party planner. The Taylors wanted to make sure that this wedding would be as beautiful and perfect as Molly had always dreamt it would be. Justin sat to Molly’s left and Jennifer to Vince’s right. Beside Jennifer was Tucker, her partner and lover of many years. Despite their rather large age gap and Justin’s initial trepidations, they remained very much in love. Brian sat to Justin’s left. They both wore Armani tuxedos, Justin’s in Dove gray and Brian’s in black. Their cummerbunds and ties matched the color scheme of the evening, as per Molly’s wishes and were in deep shades of pink, as close to the color of the daisies as possible. The last four seats at their table were taken up by Vince’s parents, Miguel and Angela Garcia and his two younger brothers, Ramon and Alejandro. Justin looked around and saw many friends that the family had known for years, as well as a few of his and Brian’s business associates and clients that were close enough to be invited to join in the celebration. Lindsay and Melanie had flown in from Toronto several days ago, along with Gus and Jenny. They sat at the table with Michael and Ben, Carl and Debbie, and Ted and Blake. Cynthia, Brian’s assistant, and her current boyfriend occupied the table next to them with a few employees of Kinnetik as well as Molly’s two bridesmaids and their respective dates. Emmett flitted around from table to table making sure everything was perfect, and it was. The champagne flowed non-stop and the food was varied and plentiful. As the final toasts ended, the band started to play again and everyone watched as the bride and groom took to the dance floor. They were playing their favorite song, a Spanish ballad called Reloj, which they had heard on one of their first dates. Fortunately, the band that was hired knew the tune and could do justice to it. After a few minutes into the song, many couples took to the floor to join the bride and groom. Jennifer pulled a reluctant Justin and made him take her out for a few spins. They cut in on Molly and Vince and after a few rounds they switched partners again. Vince’s parents were having a grand old time moving around the dance floor and enjoying the evening. They had no daughters of their own and were extremely pleased by Vince’s choice. It was easy to see why their son had fallen madly in love with the beautiful American girl. She was quiet and elegant and had a wonderful way of making everyone feel at home. “It’s too bad your father couldn’t make it out here to give his daughter away,” Jennifer said. Justin looked at her, rolled his eyes and said, “Right. This is his choice mother, it always has been.” “Justin,” Jennifer said in a disapproving tone. “Don’t be flip. You know he’ll send her a very generous check.” “Mother, it’s not always about the money, you know,” Justin replied in his most prissy voice. “Even though he seems to think it is.” “I know sweetheart, he just doesn’t know any other way.” “Whatever. Anyway, I really don’t want to be talking about him right now. Doesn’t Mollusk look gorgeous tonight? I’ve never seen her so beautiful,” Justin said looking over at his sister. “I know,” Jennifer smiled wistfully. Her little girl had grown into a beautiful and interesting young woman. After the honeymoon in Puerto Vallarta, the couple would be moving back to Madrid, where they would live permanently. Jennifer wondered when they would see each other again. On the other hand, she couldn’t have wished for a kinder, more decent man than Vince and she hoped that they were going to be very happy. Both her children were in good relationships, something a mother always hopes for but doesn’t always live to see. She wondered again how it was possible that two people as ordinary as Craig and her could produce such extraordinary children. Both were talented and artistic, both successful in their chosen fields. Justin continued his meteoric climb in the art world and Molly was slowly making a name for herself in her chosen field of jewelry design. Jennifer felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to her left and saw her other ‘son-in-law’, Brian, with his beautiful shit-eating grin asking to cut in. “Of course, sweetheart, he’s all yours,” she said looking up at Brian fondly. This beautiful man, who she had once considered the devil incarnate fourteen years ago, had turned out to be someone she had grown to love and respect. Through the years, as he and Justin struggled with their tempestuous relationship, Brian remained steadfast. She considered him much more than a partner to her son. He was her friend, her advisor and a much loved and respected part of her family. “I need to borrow Justin for a little bit Jennifer, we have some things we need to check out,” he said as he pushed Justin gently towards the entrance of the house, his right hand resting lightly on Justin’s back. “Where are we going?” Justin asked as they entered the house through the terrace doors. “I’ve got to show you something,” Brian replied. Pulling Justin by the hand, Brian lead him upstairs, to his home office, opened the door, and after they entered the room he turned and locked it. He pushed Justin up against the door and immediately put his mouth on him, tasting every corner of it, savoring the traces of champagne. After several minutes of mind blowing kisses, Justin’s body immediately reacted to Brian and he could feel his cock straining tightly against his pants as he pressed closer to him. “Jesus, Brian,” Justin moaned. “I feel like I’m in the movie, ‘The Godfather’ when Sonny Corleone fucked the bridesmaid up against their bedroom door.” “Fuck, ‘The Godfather’,” Brian groaned back. “I’ve wanted to get you in the house and do this for the last two hours. I couldn’t stand it for one more minute.” Brian sighed as he felt Justin’s erection pushing against him. “These last forty-eight hours have been hell with you and your mother queening over every detail of this wedding. Seeing you out there on the dance floor, with your fucking hair shinning in the moonlight and you ass in these unbelievably hot pants, has been making me hard all night. You’ve got to get me off before I explode,” he groaned into Justin’s ear. Smiling seductively, Justin slowly started taking his clothes off. First, he removed his coat, and then, he slowly peeled off his pants. The shirt soon followed as Brian started pulling at his own clothes, urgently and unceremoniously, leaving everything where they dropped, unmindful that they lay creased on the floor. Finally, they stood naked in front of each other, all evidence of their arousal clearly visible. Brian tried to prolong the moment by not touching Justin and just staring at him intensely. Their eyes locked in on one another as their bodies slowly moved forward, drawn together like magnets that could not break their hold. Justin gasped as Brian started kissing his neck, his fingers splayed on Justin’s chest, drawing little circles around his nipples. Justin put his hands on Brian’s ass, pulling him closer, feeling their cocks touch and caress. “Brian,” he moaned. “Let’s go slow, Sunshine. I want to savor this. God only knows when I’ll get you alone again.” “Fuck me,” Justin begged as he felt Brian’s fingers playing with his nipples. Brian’s hands changed direction and slowly moved down towards Justin’s ass, kneading and rubbing along the way. “Brian, now,” Justin begged. His cock was so hard it hurt. He pulled Brian down to the floor with him, pulling him on top, his legs rising automatically to Brian’s shoulders, displaying his perfect ass, waiting to be taken. Waiting, as Brian continued to strum and stoke him like he would an expensive guitar. Alternately gentle and then rough and then gentle again, the way Justin liked it. All the while their mouths were united, kissing, tasting, licking; drowning in each other, never getting enough. Brian grabbed the condom that he had taken out of his pocket earlier and rolled it on to himself, getting ready. Finally positioned, he sank into Justin and they both sighed. For a minute neither one moved, trying to drag this out as long as possible, knowing that the next move would quickly lead to the inevitable explosion. “Kiss me,” Brian whispered, moving his mouth towards Justin’s now very swollen lips. As Justin did so, he felt Brian start to move, slowly at first but quickening as Justin pulled himself closer and closer. “Sunshine, come quick, before I explode,” Brian asked. He felt himself losing control as Justin pulled him even closer. Brian picked up the pace, trying to find the right spot that always made Justin scream. Justin moved his head, trying to catch his breath as Brian’s mouth continued to plunder relentlessly. As the pace accelerated, Justin let out a huge groan as Brian’s cock hit that sweet spot that always made him crazy and made them come at the same time. They continued to lie on the floor, oblivious to the hard wood pressing against them. “Fuck, that was incredible,” Brian huffed, trying to catch his breath. Justin lay with his eyes closed, struggling to catch his breath as well. “Love you,” Justin whispered in his gravely, after-sex voice. “Me too, Sunshine,” Brian said, as he ran his hands through Justin’s now very wet hair. He continued to lie on Justin, too lethargic and spent to move. He looked like a big cat, draped on a sofa arm, much too content to budge. The silence in the room was broken by the shrill ringing of Brian’s private, emergency line. It was a number that was known only to immediate family. “What the fuck,” Brian said as he dragged himself up and away from Justin. Grabbing the phone, he barked, “Kinney,” into the receiver. “Brian, it’s Ron Peterson, Lindsay’s dad.” “Hey, Ron, is anything wrong?” “I’m sorry to bother you Brian but I didn’t know how else to get in touch with Lindsay. I’m at the hospital. Nancy’s had a heart attack.”