Hell Week, Chapter 8 Rated R Justin looked up as Brian headed towards their table. He could tell that Brian was upset, he just wasn’t sure why. “Hey Mike,” Brian asked, “Do you think you could give Gus a ride home tonight?” “Sure Brian, you’re not leaving yet, are you?” “Yeah, Justin and I need to get going so if you don’t mind bringing Gus home, I’d appreciate it.” “No problem,” he said. Brian grabbed Justin by the hand and pulled him up from the chair. “Come on”. In the car, Brian lit a cigarette and drove silently. “Okay,” Justin said. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do we have to play twenty-one questions?” “Nothing happened.” “Bullshit! Come on Brian, what the fuck happened back there?” “That fucking whore of a woman trapped me in the bathroom and hit on me.” “Which woman?” Justin asked, surprised. “One of those fucking Lisa creatures.” “Huh?” “Christ, Sunshine! Don’t you pay attention to anything?” “Not to women,” Justin replied sarcastically. “Well, one of those friends of Lisa Ryan hit on me in the bathroom, you know, the usual, ‘you’re not really gay bullshit’ and she pissed me off.” “Great,” Justin said. “What exactly did you say to her, Brian?” “I told her I liked dick and she didn’t have one.” “How diplomatic of you.” “I told you this was a mistake, Justin. We should never have come here.” “Brian, I think you’re overreacting a little. So, she hit on you, so what? This happens all the time, in the straight and queer world, you know that.” “Yeah, but in our world, whatever I do or say doesn’t affect my son! In this fucking alternate universe, it does. Who knows what the fuck she’s going to tell her friends?” “Look, she’s probably just as upset as you are. She’s angry because she got drunk and did something stupid. I’m sure she won’t even remember what you told her, once she sobers up.” “I doubt it.” “That bad, huh?” ‘U’huh.” “Okay, well you’ll just have to apologize the next time you see her. Who is she anyway?” “Fuck no, I will not apologize!” “Who is she, Brian?” ‘I don’t know! Some friend of Lisa’s. Her name is Lisa too, along with everyone else’s in Rosedale. Her son is trying out for the middle linebacker spot.” “So, she’s not a coach’s wife or related to any of Gus’ friends?” “No.” “Well, that’s one good thing,” Justin said. They pulled into the garage and made their way into the house. Brian went straight to the bar in the living room, scrounging for something stronger than the ‘girlie’ drinks Mel and Lindsay liked. He spotted a bottle of Tequila Gold tucked away in the back of the supplies and grabbed it. “Sunshine, see if you can find some limes in this house and a couple of shot glasses. I need some comfort food.” Rolling his eyes, Justin went to the kitchen and found a lime and a couple of lemons in the crisper. He put the lime on the wooden block and sliced it. He threw in a lemon, in case they needed more and lined them up on a plate. Grabbing the salt shaker and the two shot glasses, he headed back out to the living room. “Brian, let’s not get all fucked up, okay? We have to be up at a decent time tomorrow.” “What for?” “We’re going to take Gus downtown, to get those jeans he was looking at in the magazine, remember? You told him he could get a new outfit for the dance Saturday.” “Oh, right. Okay, then I’ll just drink half the bottle instead of the whole thing.” Nuzzling up to him, Justin took the bottle out of Brian’s hand and put it on the coffee table. He straddled him and pushed Brian’s head back on the sofa. “You won’t need any of that,” Justin whispered in his ear. “Why not?” Brian answered, loving the feel of Justin’s face on his. “You won’t need it because what I’m going to do to you is guaranteed to provide you with all the comfort you need,” Justin said, kissing Brian’s neck, moving his lips down to his collar bone, then moving back up to his ear where he whispered, “This is an art, a legacy that has been passed down by the greatest queers in history, from the early days of the Roman Baths to the back room at Babylon. A secret known only to the best and the most desirable.” “Show me Sunshine.” Brian said with a hitch in his voice as he watched Justin slowly undo his belt buckle and slide the zipper down. “Hail Caesar,” Brian said, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful man in front of him. Justin bent down and took Brian into his mouth, alternately sucking and licking, showing off all the skills he had learned at the hand of the master; the one he was servicing right now. The end result was always the pleasure of hearing Brian’s guttural moan as he rushed into his mouth. Justin moved up to kiss him, sharing his essence with him and feeling himself coming as Brian’s tongue licked at every corner of his mouth. “You made me come all over myself,” Justin sighed, “Like a fucking teenager.” “I know, Sunshine, I always bring out the best in you, don’t I?” “Never fails.” “And you love me for it,” he said playfully. “God, yes,” Justin answered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They spent the better part of the next morning shopping at the Eaton Center on Yonge Street looking for a suitable outfit for Gus to wear to the dance on Saturday. “Dad, I want this jacket to go with the pants and top you picked out,” Gus said, holding up a Hugo Boss leather jacket which was a replica of the one Brian had on. “I think that’s a little too mature for you Gus, as well as being a bit too pricey.” “Please, Dad, you said I could get something nice?” “The pants and shirt are all you need. Throw in a pair of boots if you like but I think we’re going to pass on the jacket.” “’D’, don’t you think this looks nice with the pants and shirt?” Justin looked at Gus and had to acknowledge that the whole outfit was perfect the way he had it. “It’s nice, Gus, except it makes you look a lot older than fourteen.” “Well, I’ll be fifteen in a few months, so who cares?” “I do,” Brian said. “You already look older than a lot of the kids out there. Let’s not make it worse with this outfit. You’ll have all the mother’s worrying about their precious daughters if you walk in looking like that.” “Really? You think Ashley will think it’s hot?” Shit! Who’s Ashley? “Whatever Gus. You’ve got plenty of time to wear clothes like that. I just don’t think you should start on Saturday. The squeelies circle around you enough as it is, we don’t want a stampede at the party.” “Come on, Dad,” Gus said laughing. “I don’t look that good!” “You look just like me, son. Trust me; I know what I’m talking about.” Reluctantly, Gus put the jacket back on the hanger and waited for Brian to pay the bill. In the car, Brian looked at Gus in the rear view mirror. He took a deep breath and asked, “Gus, have your mothers spoken to you about sex and birth control?” Justin almost choked on the soda he had just taken a sip out of. “Jesus, Brian, do you think this is the right time or place to talk about this?” “Why not? We just had a conversation about looking hot and women being on him like bees on honey; I think this is the perfect time to talk about this.” “So, Gus, have they?” Brian asked again, without taking his eyes off Gus in the rear view mirror. In the back seat, Gus had turned beet red, an obvious sign of his discomfort. “Dad, we don’t need to talk about any of this,” he said. “Yes, we do. I want to make sure you’re safe and know what the hell you’re doing, since obviously, Mom and Mama have not bothered to talk to you about this.” “’Daddy J’, will you make him stop,” Gus said in a panic, “I really don’t want to discuss this.” Turning around in his seat, Justin reached across and put his hand on Gus’ arm. “Gus, it’s okay. We’re not interrogating you. We just want to make sure that you know how to keep yourself safe from getting any kind of sexually transmitted disease or from getting your partner pregnant. The last thing you need to worry about is that.” “Pregnant! I’m not even having sex yet,” Gus said to them, “I mean, not real sex.” “And that would mean, what exactly?” Brian asked. “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it,” Gus answered, realizing he’d already said too much. Brian rolled his eyes and said, “Okay, listen up Mr. Clinton. Oral sex does constitute real sex, whether you want to admit it or not. You can also get a sexually transmitted disease that way, if your partner happens to have a cold sore or any other nasty thing going on in her body. Just because you don’t stick your dick in anyone does not mean you are not having sex!” “Dad!” Gus exclaimed. “Brian!” Justin yelled. “Hey! Both of you calm down. I’m just telling you like it is. If this conversation is premature, I’m glad. You’re too young to be having sex anyhow. If you’ve already started, then it’s a good thing we’re having this discussion. Whatever the case is, as soon as we get home, Gus, you and I are going into the bedroom for a demonstration on the use of condoms, understand?” “Yeah, I understand,” Gus said begrudgingly. “Jesus, Brian,” Justin muttered to himself. The ringing of Brian’s phone interrupted whatever else was about to be said. “Lindsay,” Brian said, “How’s Nancy doing?” “That’s good news. So you think you’ll be back by Sunday, as planned?” “Good, no everything here is great,” he said. “They picked Gus to play quarterback, so he’s happy. Yeah, here, I’ll pass the phone to him, you can tell him yourself.” Handing Gus the phone, Brian looked over to Justin and said, they’ll be back Sunday night, which means we can leave early Monday.” “Okay,” Justin replied. “So long as we can stay for the game and the dance on Saturday,” “Oh yeah,” Brian answered, “We’ll be here for that.” TBC