A/N: I'm really amazed how many people are following my story here *grin* Though, I would love to hear from some of you as well ;) Just to know if I'm doing okay *lol* Brian Justin will be a father. Now isn't that great? Even though the poor child will have the Wicked Witch of the West for a mother. I shudder at that thought. Actually, it's better for all people involved that I'm not going to be the dad this time. Just imagine the spawn Mel and I would create. I think we could order an exorcist right about now. Truth be told, I really like Mel, but we are just too similar to not clash. And she's good for Linz, which is the most important thing. And yes, she will be a wonderful mom. But I'm never ever going to say that out loud. No way. "When and where, Mel?" Justin asks, repeating my earlier words. Fuck, I'm so proud of him. Not just because he's doing this, but in general. I once said that I want him to become the best homosexual he could possibly be. Well, he's doing a great job at that. And he even drags me along with him. Because he believes that ... well, that the fucking man of his dreams is hidden beneath all the fucking layers I put up around myself. Shit, I feel like an onion. I surely made him cry often enough. But there will be no more of that. Only tears of joy. Oh fuck! If any of my tricks could hear me right now, they'd think I lost it. When the truth is that I found myself. Finally. After years of ignoring my own needs. No, I'm not talking about anything physical here. I ignored my feelings because, fuck, Brian Kinney doesn't do emotions, right? And now that I do, and I'm happier than I've been since ... fuck, I'm happier than I've ever been before. Because of the blond twink who's sitting next to me. I think I have to go to Dr O'Reilly again, because these lesbian thoughts just can't be good for my mental health. It's highly disconcerting! Especially because I no longer shy away from them. Fuck it! I reach for Justin's hand and twine our fingers. That's also something I never did with my tricks. It's as if our fingers make fucking love for all the world to see. Shit! Mel coughs, bringing me out of my little trip into dykehood. "Well, we thought we'd go with natural conception this time..." What?! No fucking way in hell! It's enough that he fucked Daphne once. I won't let him sleep with a woman again – he might grow to like it, and that would be completely fucked! Justin stares at Mel as if she's grown another head or something. Well, she's out of her fucking mind, that's what she is. And then... "Oh, well, okay then. Just tell me when you want us to get to it." He smiles, and I'm sure he's gone mental. I turn his head so that he's forced to look at me. His smile doesn't waver, and he shrugs. "What? It's not like it would be the first time..." Which is exactly my point! "And when Mel and I are done, you can remind me why I prefer dick..." That's it! "You three must be totally insane! Justin will not, I repeat, not fuck Mel! Under no circumstances. It's either jerk off into a cup like I did, or it's not happening at all. Got it? I'm his partner, so I think I do have a say in this." Justin smirks, and that only sets me off more. "It's not going to happen, Sunshine. No way! She might infect you. And what then? Huh? You're not turning hetero on me. Not now, not ever! Have I made myself understood?!" The smirk grows, and suddenly the three of them start laughing like fucking loonies. What the fuck! "The look on your face..." Mel snickers. "I wish I had a camera at hand." She's crazy – completely and utterly crazy. I knew it all along. "You were fucking jealous! It's so sweet." I don't do sweet. And I fucking don't do jealous. Fuck! "I think Linz was right... You are really in love with Justin. I thought I'd never see the day..." Well, no shit! Weren't the contracts prove enough, even for her? Or do I need to spell it out for her? I, Brian Kinney, want to spend the rest of my fucked-up life with Justin Taylor. Well, if she's expecting me to say something like that, she's in for a long wait indeed. I just glare at them while Linz hands one of those plastic cups to Justin. "Maybe Brian can help you with that?" You bet I will. Then something registers. They already have this fucking thing, so... They must have been planning this for a while. Fucking dykes! "You know, maybe right now? In the bathroom..." Oh yes, they planned this just fine. Fuck them! "Cause we have an appointment at the clinic in about two hours..." They owe us for this big time. "And I thought you could maybe take Gus with you while we..." And to think that once upon a time I thought that Linz and I might end up... She'd have driven me crazy in no time at all. "You two are so screwed," I growl at them while rising from the sofa and drawing Justin with me. "Come on, Taylor. There are handjobs to give, and babies to make." He sighs, and I think he actually apologises to Mel and Linz, and how fucked is that? I'm dragging him to the bathroom and push him against the wall as soon as the door closes. "So, you're really sure you wanna do this? We are talking about a pair of crazy lesbians here..." He wraps his arms around my neck, and kisses me softly. "I'm sure. They are our friends, Bri. And even though they are scary at times, we both know that they love us – and we love them." When did I ever say that I loved them, huh? "Don't give me that look, Brian. I'm on to you, remember?" I grumble, but nod. "And the truth is – I always wanted to be a dad. But then I figured that I had to watch out for you, so..." Little fucker! He grins, but then he smiles, and I can't be mad at him anymore. "It'll be great, you'll see." He's right, of course. Gus will have a little brother or sister, and we will have another kid to dote upon. And it will drive the two girls up the walls. Now that will be fun. I take the cup from his hands and put it on the windowsill. "Yes, but before it can be great, Mel will need something from you. So why don't we get to it?" I'm not waiting for an answer, and am already undoing his pants. He's half-hard already, and when I draw out his cock, he hardens fully. "Let's see... What have we here..." I drawl, knowing full well that it goes directly to his dick. And I'm proved right when he twitches in my hand. "You have to tell me when you're about to come, okay." He nods, and I smile when his eyes are closing in bliss and his head begins to thrash. My, my, my, Mr Taylor. One might think you're enjoying this. Well, I for one do. I love it when he's like this, flushed and aroused and sexy as hell. I think it won't be hard at all to be exclusive. Cause he's all I ever wanted in a man. Fuck, must be the lesbian vibes. He's moaning now, and, shit, my cock is throbbing inside my jeans. "Brian ... close..." Yeah, me too, Sunshine. I reach for the cup again, and I only just manage to open it – not an easy task with only one hand – and then he comes. "Gods, Brian! Love you..." Shit, he really held back before. Because now the words tumble over his lips every time we're together. 'Pretty stupid of you, don't you think, Kinney? Since you held back as well.' I kiss him while he's coming down from the heights of orgasm, and then close the cup. I hold it up so he sees it as well. "Let's hope your little swimmers like Mel's egg." I shudder, "Now that is one disgusting thought. Almost made me go soft..." I arch my eyebrow, and he catches up, his hands going to my fly. He takes the cup from my hands, placing it back on the sill. Then he turns his back to me, wriggling his ass enticingly. Well, far be it from me to ignore such a blatant invitation. I grab the small tube of lube I'm always carrying around with me, and slick up my cock before sinking into him with one powerful stroke. He groans in pleasure/pain, but soon pushes back. "Prepare yourself for the ride of your life." He shivers, his right hand reaching behind him to draw me closer. Little shit! I begin to thrust in and out of his pliant ass, and the noises he makes are almost undoing me before I really started. My left hand twines with his – for leverage and, well, just because it's a part of our love-making now. Fucking lesbian vibes! My right snakes around to grab his dick, once again hard as steel. I chuckle, "Why, Mr Taylor. I never thought you were one of those randy teenagers..." His growl tells me to cut the crap and just get on with it. I do. I'm timing my thrusts with my strokes, and soon we both see stars. I bite down on his shoulder as I fill his ass with my load. And when I draw back, I whisper, "Love you, Justin." Whenever I say the words, it's like a cleansing, like my past fades more and more, and the future – our future – looks brighter and brighter. I draw back, and my softened dick slips out of him. I reach for a washcloth to clean us up, and luckily he didn't come all over the wall. Mel would have a heart attack. Now there's a thought... Justin seems to read my mind again, and just glares and shakes his head. Spoilsport! We straighten our clothes, and make our way back to the living room. "We where already wondering if we should check up on the two of you." Justin hands Mel the cup while I just stare at them. "But we were afraid what we might find, so..." "Why Mel. I never knew that you were interested. I'm sure Justin and I could give you a show, right here." I draw him to me, and start rubbing myself against him. Three sets of eyes narrow at me, and then Justin slaps me again, pulling away from me. "You know, now that you're my husband, you're no fun anymore. Whatever happened to 'let's scare the dykes'?" He huffs, and that's the end of it. Gus is waking up about an hour later, and he's babbling excitedly when we tell him he's to come with us. The girls head to the clinic, and we go home. Three hours later – Justin and Gus sit in front of the entertainment system, watching Spongebob or something equally inane – the loft door slides open. "Everything went just fine." Why, hello to you, too, Linz. "Mel bought four different tests on our way home, so she'll be unbearable in a couple of weeks. She already started praying to the God of Chemistry." She snickers. "And to Mother Nature." Suddenly, she hugs me tightly. "I'm so happy for you, Brian. And so grateful, too. You and Justin, you simply belong together. And you will be such wonderful dads for the new baby." She sniffles, and she's lucky I don't have any Armani on right now. Justin only now realised that we have a visitor, and says, "Oh, hi Lindsay." Then he turns to Gus, "Look, mommy's here." Gus pouts – he doesn't want to leave yet cause he and "Jussie" have a jolly ole' time. And when Justin switches off the TV, he throws a temper tantrum. Linz is about to go over to him, but I stop her. Let's see how Jus handles this. He stares at my little son, and then speaks, very calmly. "Gus, stop it, okay? We can watch the rest another time. I promise that we'll have you over again before you even realise you've been gone." Then he leans down and kisses Gus' forehead, and I think my heart is going to burst because I'm so happy. Seeing them like this... Linz gasps, and then smiles. "You know, Mel has been doing some research and... There's a way that you can remain something like the baby's parents. Both of you. And the same applies to Gus, of course..." I hold my breath. "You could become their guardians, their godfathers..." Um, isn't Mel Jewish? "It would give you almost the same rights we have..." I look at my son who's walking towards us now, his tiny hand holding on to Justin's finger. I could be something like a real father. Shit... I swallow around the lump in my throat. "Are you sure? I mean, they would have to be christened, and especially Mel's child..." I'm afraid to hope, but Linz is still smiling, and so is Justin, even though his eyes are welling. "We are absolutely sure. All we need to do is find a priest who's willing to go through with this..." Oh, I think I might know just the right guy for it. Justin smirks at me, clearly thinking the same. I think it's time I paid a visit to Joanie's church again... --- Justin We've been back at work for two weeks now, and yesterday Mr Vance asked if I might want to stay as a freelancer after my internship was over. I agreed right away, of course, and when I told Brian, we had a nice little celebration on his desk. It was fucking hot as he likes to say, because even though it was Friday afternoon, there were still people around, including Cynthia. Brian seemed to think that was giving the whole thing the extra kick, and fuck, I was forced to concur with him there. He had to stay at the office afterwards, and I had to get a little something for Mel and Linz all on my own. We're finally going to have that party tomorrow – Em and Linz have outdone themselves again, I think. When he came home, he was sort of stunned, and I couldn't get a word out of him. So we just went to Babylon, and he fucked my brains out in the backroom. Of course, I returned the favour as soon as we were in our bed again. Oh yes, Mr I-don't-bottom-for-anyone seems to have taken a liking to me topping. Once in a while, like – at least once every week. I think he really enjoys letting go, though he'd never admit it, arrogant asshole that he is. He realised that he doesn't have to be in charge at all times anymore, not with me at any rate. And he trusts me, both with his body and his heart. I know how easily I could destroy him, and at times I'm fucking scared of it. Of the faith he has in me. I'm just a teenager for crying out loud. What if I fuck up again? But I won't, somehow I know that. Because he won't let me. Anyway, we're just having breakfast when he comes out with the news. "Jim Stockwell showed up last week. His campaign is completely screwed, so he wanted Vanguard to take over." Fuck it, Stockwell is a fucking homophobe. If he was to become Mayor, we could all put a bullet in our heads. "And you won't guess what happened." Well, you took him on of course. Because money makes the world go round, and with Stockwell and his backers... "Vance turned him down." What? I'm sure Brian is shitting me. "It seems like Gardner's brother is a fairy as well, and his father an older version of our dearest Police Chief. So, there was no way in hell Vanguard would help Stockwell win the election. On the contrary..." Brian grins, "Vance called Deekins' team and... Let's say we will be involved in the election after all..." I can't believe it. "That's fantastic, Bri! I mean, just look at the way the police handles all the crimes against gays. I don't even want to think of what it would be like if he were to become Mayor." I give a dry laugh when I think of the sentence Hobbs got. Community service my ass! He tried to kill me. I just hope that Ethan doesn't get off so easily. That would be totally fucked. The thought of Ethan makes me reach for Brian's hand, "Promise that you won't do something so stupid again." He looks at me, clearly confused, "Never try to be the hero again, okay? I ... I don't want to lose you." My voice is breaking, and his arms come around me, and fuck, I thought this was over. His voice is soft and gentle as he whispers into my ear, "Shhh, it's okay, Sunshine. I promise. Okay? I promise." Somehow he realises that his words don't get through to me, so he walks me over to the cushions, and makes love to me. There's no other word for it. And the moment he comes deep inside of me, chanting my name over and over, I know. I know that he's still here with me, that we will be together forever. And I must never tell him that, never. Or he'll have me committed. We don't go to Woody's or Babylon that night, because, even though Ethan is still locked up... I just don't want to tempt fate, okay? Besides, it's not like we can't amuse ourselves at the loft... On Sunday we get to the Munchers around twelve – Bri had made a fuss when I woke him at 9:30, but a blowjob tended to that. And Mel was bouncing like – well – like Emmett. "First try! It worked on the first try!" She hugs and kisses me, and then she tries to do the same to Brian, but he fends her off, mumbling something about "crazy lesbians". And I'm just stunned. If everything goes well, I'll be a father in less than nine months. Holy fucking shit. What have I been thinking? And shit! I know Mel. I catch her gaze, and say in a no-nonsense way, "You will look after yourself, you hear me? Cut back on your work, and keep the stress level down to a minimum." Then I smile sweetly at her, "Or I'm going to send my darling sister after you. And she's in this nice and charming phase right now..." It's a threat if there ever was one. The Mollusc is currently driving everyone insane, including Mom. She told me recently that I was a perfect little angel compared to my dearest sister. In other words, I was a menace, but Molly is... The fucking Alien would be a better child right now... Mel and Linz, who have seen Molly in action, are staring at me, and slowly Mel begins to nod. "Just keep her away from me, okay? And from Gus. He might need therapy otherwise." I chuckle. So we have a deal. Brian just grins, and kisses my forehead. I think he's having a heyday here. Great, just great. I worry about my child – my child! – and he is amused because I made Mel speechless – for a second or two. I push him into the living room where his son is already waiting for his dada. Three hours later, the gang arrives, including Mom and Molly. Mel looks practically terrified, and flees. As soon as Brian is done chuckling – in front of everyone – he take my sister to the side, and gives her some cake and maybe a C-note on top to shut her up. The party is going great, and Brian seems to enjoy himself immensely – yeah, he smirks once in a while. Until it's time for the presents. The first is the one from Mel and Linz, and I'm surprised because it's a folder with papers – and why does that seem familiar. But then I see what kind of papers they gifted Brian – or rather us – with, and I have to wrap my arms around him. We went to Father Tom last weekend to have Gus christened – the little rascal made a big fuss about it all, but that was to be expected, right? So now we are Gus' godparents, and I'm having to fight my tears. Shit. Ted and Emmett have combined forces, and I can hardly believe what they are giving Brian. Or should I say us yet again? "Since your trip was cancelled, we thought you might want to try out Vermont again. It's also nice in summer, or so I've heard." Emmett babbles, but I can see that Bri is really moved. They even remembered my allergies, so the hotel is on a lake, which should keep the pollen at bay. Brian is just starting on the next parcel, when Ben draws me away. "I thought you might like this..." He hands me the photo he took of Brian, Gus and myself right after we returned from Paris. "I saw the painting you made of Brian, so I thought that you might want to..." I nod. It's so thoughtful of him. Then I gaze at the photo, and I have to draw a deep breath to keep from crying. Gus has his arms around his father's neck, his little head lying against Bri's shoulder. I'm burying my face into Gus' brunet hair, my right hand on the small boy's back while my left arm is wrapped around Brian. And Bri ... he hugs his son close, but he isn't looking at him. His eyes are on me, and shit, his expression is so open I can hardly believe he allowed for this to happen in front of our family. "He really loves you, you know?" I nod weakly. "I've seen that look on his face before. It was always there when he gazed at you. I guess you just didn't..." I bite my lower lip. "I guess I couldn't. I was so sure that he didn't want me, could never love me." I smile at him, "Surprisingly, Mikey set me straight." Ben nods. "He ... he is a good man, even though it took me a while to realise it. And he really loves you, you know? I guess we both should make sure to hold on to them, shouldn't we?" He smiles, and hugs me. "Okay! That's it! First Emmett, then Mikey, and now the professor? Sunshine, do I have to remind you that you are my partner? And that we're supposed to be exclusive?" Heads are turning, mouths are hanging open. I guess that wasn't an announcement anyone had expected, safe for Mikey, who already knew. Brian stares them all down, "What? You didn't think that I'd be tricking forever, did you? Anyway, with this little twat on my hands," he hooks his arm around my neck in that possessive gesture of his, "when would I be able to do tricks, huh?" He kisses me, and then adds, "So for your information Emmett, Mikey, professor... Justin's mine, so keep your hands off him!" I snicker, and murmur – loud enough for everyone to hear, "Ever the romantic." He glares. He's fucking jealous and that is so cute. And I remember the first time he rescued me from Emmett. It had been a few weeks after we met, and shit, why didn't I see it before? I could have teased him with it ever since then. Of course, now that I know how it sets him off... I wink at Em, and he winks back. Oh yes, we'll have loads of fun at Brian's expense. Brian huffs, obviously aware of the ammunition he just handed me on a silver platter. So I whisper, "You know that I still love you, don't you?" He huffs again, and grins, tongue in cheek. The rest of the day passes relatively uneventful. Linz goes over some of her plans for the show with me, and asks me to come to the gallery so she can really get started. She's been working there for a week now, and Gus seems to be enjoying his time at day care. Of course, she still misses him, having been with him 24/7 ever since he's been born. But she's surviving. And Sidney is heaving work on her, and she's loving it. So, truth be told, she really is okay. We also talk about my internship, and then the great job Vanguard does with Deekins' campaign. I think Stockwell can get a coffin for himself, cause there's no chance in hell that he's going to win. Of course, the election is still months away, but I don't think anything is going to change there. When we're back in the Sharan – or the abomination as Brian likes to call our car – I can only smile. Life is really good. Mel is pregnant, and that will cause some trouble, I'm sure of it. Brian and I are enjoying our non-marriage, and things have never been better between us. Well, no surprise there. And even our friends and family seem to be having a great time right now. Emmett's little matchmaking plan seems to be going just fine, Deb and the Detective are still acting like lovebirds, and even Vic has found someone new. I smile, and Brian arches a brow at me. I just shake my head, but tell him that since he behaved himself, he will get a special treat when we're back at the loft. He smirks, and leans back in his seat. "Well, then drive faster, Sunshine."