To say Justin was shocked to see his father would be an understatement. More like horrified. His azure eyes stayed fixed on his father as Molly grabbed his arm, ready to hold him back if she had to, “You’re not welcome here dad…” she hissed, venom dripping off her words as Justin’s fists clenched. The older man sneered, “I was passing and saw you, come Molly, I’m taking you home”. Justin bristled. “She is home you homophobic prick!” he snapped, stepping forward, only to be tugged back by the littlest Taylor. Brian watched the scene unfolding in front of him, an eyebrow raised but ready to intervene if necessary. Craig was livid, “Justin, her home is with me. I don’t want you interfering with her life. It makes me sick to think she has gay friends….” Well that was Debbie’s cue. “You son of a bitch!” She’d puffed herself up like a blowfish as she glared at the older man, her face almost as red as her hair as she rested one of her hands on her hip, the other clutched a rolling pin, “I don’t know what you hope to achieve by BURSTING into my diner and causing a ruckus. Sunshine and Molly are their own people and no old, fag hating shit is EVER going to change that. I think your son is so fucking brave to be out at his age!” Justin felt oddly proud he was being stuck up for by this overzealous woman. He crossed his arms and sneered at his father, “You are a sad strange little man, you have my pity…” The words were no sooner out his mouth, than Craig’s fist was connecting with his face. Justin POV My head snaps to the side slightly as I gingerly touch my now reddened cheek. Molly gasped when it happened and dragged me to sit down. I glance up only to see Brian on his feet, Michael holding one arm and Ted holding the other, trying his hardest to attack Craig. I’ve never seen Brian so angry in all my life, then again, my dad’s never hit me either. I’m so glad I have such wonderful friends. Craig finally leaves (well he’s hauled out by two bears) and my head hit’s the table, my face hurt so fucking much I had tears in my eyes. Emmett’s hand was on my back, rubbing soothing circles on it as he whispered to me of how proud he was of me for sticking up to him. There was a loud thump which signalled Brian being forced back into his seat, muttering all the weird and wonderful ways he wanted to torture my dad. Funny how that made me happy. ************* Finally the victim and the annoyed Brian were calm and Justin decided that yes, it was time to get Molly home. Slipping out the booth, Justin got to his feet and held his hand out for Molly to take before Brian got up, “I’ll drive you”, he stated rather than asked. Normally the blonde would have argued but all he wanted to do was go home, curl up in his bed and cry. Justin had to admit, Brian had a really, really nice jeep. They’d only just hit the road when Molly fell asleep. Then Justin knew he’d be carrying his sister to bed, she slept like the dead. The blonde watched the buildings pass out the window, his hands clasped on his lap as he sighed. Out the corner of his eye, he could see movement but paid no attention to it until he felt Brian take his hand and squeeze it, “You did good Jus, sticking up against your dad today…” he praised with a small half smile. Returning it the blonde boy shrugged, “I don’t have a dad…” was all he managed to reply, his eyes meeting the other boys. He was glad the light had just turned red because he was lost in those eyes and it scared him. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he noticed Brian leaning towards him before nervously leaning to meet him, pressing his lips against Brian’s gently. What started off as a gentle, innocent kiss eventually deepened til it was a fight for dominance. Brian’s fingers tangled themselves in Justin’s hair as his other brushed against the younger boys crotch teasingly. Justin’s hand rested on the back of the brunette’s neck, fingers playing with the hairs there as his tongue gently massaged Brian’s. “Ewwwww please!” Both boys leapt back to their own sides of the car as if they’d been burnt at the sound of Molly’s amused voice. A soft blush crept across Justin’s cheeks as he looked down sheepishly, Brian put the jeep into gear and drove as Molly laughed in the backseat, “Well Jester, least you know now Brian is actually gay”, she said, snickering as Justin looked at her in horror, “MOLLUSK!” he shrieked, going an even deeper shade of red, thankful they’d pulled up outside his house as he muttered his goodbyes before grabbing a still laughing Molly and yanking her into the house. Brian POV He didn’t know I was gay? Christ! Maybe I’ve been hanging about Hobbs too much that I’m starting to act like a breeder. I shuffle my way into the house silently, rubbing my temples as I wander up to my bedroom and flop onto my bed, still dressed. Ever since meeting Craig Taylor, I’ve wanted to hit something. And Justin’s fucking hot when he’s angry which explains the hard on. Groaning I finally strip to my boxers before slipping under the covers, burying myself into a corner as a yawn passes my lips. The lips which had been kissing Justin Taylor barely ten minutes before. I’d kissed so many boys before, fucked so many. Yet why did I refuse to use and abuse Justin? What made him so different? While I thought about a certain blonde, my hand slowly manoeuvred its way down my chest to my erection, fingers slipping round it gently as I slowly started to pump it, biting my lip to stop from moaning. My back arched as I sped up my fist, eyes closing as I neared my release. Warmth covered my hands as I moaned out the name of the one boy who was on my mind. Groaning I rolled onto my front, closing my eyes before falling into a restless sleep of blonde boys and bubble butts.