Classique Companions – 5
(1-800-838-2563 [UFU-CKME]
Authors – Elsa Rose and Judy
Plot Bunny – Shirley (muuuuwawh)
(one of many who took this bunny)
“You know Honey, this is one of the largest affairs I’ve catered out here.” Emmett fluttered around the room, tweaking and twisting things on each of the round tables. “I mean, I’ve certainly catered and even planned larger affairs, but nothing quite this grand and not here at the country club. I always thought they did their own thing.”
“But you have a good reputation, Emmett. You do wonderful things and it looks so magical.” Joan Kinney gazed around the largest ballroom at the club that had been reserved for the Taylor – Van Delft wedding. “Thank you again for letting me do the flowers. It means a lot to me that you use my little shop as often as you do, “ she said, putting the final touches on the head table arrangement. All of her creations would be stored overnight in the walk in refrigerated cooler that the club had for just that reason.
“I think all weddings are filled with magic, don’t you?” Emmett was pleased the way this one was turning out. He’d used thousands of small, fairy lights concealed in white tulle. Joan’s floral arrangements complimented his decorations. They worked well together and it was for that reason that he used her expertise as often as he did. “I think your Hawaiian wedding leis are perfect.”
The groom whom no one had actually met was from Hawaii. Tripp Van Delft had met Molly when she went to Hawaii to escape from life. She’d stayed with a family friend for weeks and while there had met and fallen in love with Tripp.
“Why thank you, Miss Em,” Joan said, her voice filled with affection. “Anything for you, Dear.”
“You know Joanie, you’ve never said, do you have children?” Emmett asked while he fussed some more with the tulle.
“I used to,” she replied, her voice held a hint of sadness. “It was a long time ago, in another life.” She smiled up at him, tears barely contained in her eyes. “I really don’t want to talk about them if you don’t mind.”
“Honey, I don’t want you to feel bad. Of course, you don’t have to talk to me about your past. Everyone has one you know, I might be able to help.” He put his arm around her and gave her a hug.
“Nothing can help me with this. It happened at a very dark time in my life. You know there are times when you do something you think is the right thing at the time and later you discover it was probably the worst thing you could have done for yourself, yet the best thing for the other person.”
“Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.” Emmett shook his head. “I know Honey, all too well what you mean by that.” He patted her hand offering his comfort. “But whatever happened in your past, look at you now. You’re the owner of one of the nicest floral shops in Pittsburgh. You do all the best weddings. You look amazing, you have skin I’d die for.” He grinned. “What more could you want?”
My son and daughter back, Joan thought to herself. I want my son and daughter back.
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Across town Molly was breaking the news to her mother that her fiancé was going to be arriving late for the rehearsal dinner. “I’m sorry Mom, but it was the only flight he could get.”
“You know it wasn’t the only flight. There are dozens of flights from Hawaii, so don’t give me that crap.” Jennifer was pissed. Tripp’s late arrival was going to completely upset her dinner plans.
“Mom, it’s only a dinner, it’s not like he’s going to be late for the wedding.” Molly glared at her mother before turning her back to leave the room.
“Molly Taylor, don’t you dare give me that crap. It’s bad enough that this Tripp person couldn’t be bothered to come and meet us or to ask your father for your hand in marriage like any decent young man. Now you’re telling me he doesn’t have the politeness to at least arrive on time for the rehearsal. “
“Mom, he’s busy. The waves were running high. That kind of thing is important to him. He doesn’t get much of a chance to relax. His job is stressful and he needs what relaxation he can get. If I’d had my way we would have been married at a justice of the peace in Hawaii, but no Tripp insisted that we get married here. He’s just too nice for words.”
“That’s your opinion. Your father and I don’t agree.” Jennifer watched her daughter slam out of the room. Minutes later she heard Molly’s car leave the driveway. Taking a chance that Justin would answer his phone; Jennifer quickly dialed.
“Go away Mom,” Justin barked into the phone. Brian laughed softly from his place at Justin’s feet. They were lying on his sofa just enjoying being in each other’s company.
“Justin I’ve been trying to reach you for days,” Jennifer began. “You haven’t been home.”
“You better not have another key to my house, Mom,” Justin began. “Because I’m serious, I’m going to change the fucking locks.”
“Justin, that’s no way to talk to your mother. I needed to see you and you weren’t answering the phone.”
“Maybe I wasn’t answering my phone because I didn’t want to answer it.” He was regretting turning it on now, but he’d been about to call his agent. “Now that you’ve got me, what’s the crisis?”
“It’s your sister. She’s getting married tomorrow and her fiancé doesn’t have the decency to show up on time for the rehearsal.”
“Sounds like the problem is with this Tripp guy and not Molly.” Justin made a face at Brian who laughed. “What do you expect me to do about it? I’m not even part of the rehearsal dinner and thank the gods for that.” Justin laughed, Brian was massaging his feet, but tickling them was part of his massage technique.
“Justin, I don’t understand you. I hope your boyfriend is more responsible than Molly’s future husband.”
“Oh, Brian is very responsible. He’ll be on time for the wedding even if the groom isn’t.”
“I’m not talking about the wedding. Of course, he’ll be on time for that,” Jennifer sighed. “I want you to call Molly and make her understand that I need things to run smoothly. Emmett Honeycutt is the best there is and he’s catering this whole weekend. I don’t want him upset.”
“Don’t worry about it Mom, give me Emmett’s phone number, I’ll talk to him.”
“Emmett Honeycutt?” Brian asked in a whisper. “I know him.”
Justin grinned at Brian and talked to his mother for a few more minutes before hanging up. He turned his phone off and then crawled up the sofa to lie on Brian’s belly. “So you know the famous Emmett.” Justin looked into the sea green eyes that twinkled with amusement.
“I don’t know whether I’d say he was famous or not, but yes, I know him. I’ve known him for years. He has his offices and kitchens on the bottom floor of this building. “
“I knew this building was familiar, I’ve been to Emmett’s place of business.” Justin laughed, “And to think upstairs in the tower, the princess lurked.”
“Prince,” Brian corrected. “But yes, no doubt I was here. I’m here a lot, but I wouldn’t call it lurking.”
“Do you think Emmett would mind holding dinner tonight. Apparently, the groom isn’t here yet.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.” Brian thought for a moment. “Have you ever met your future brother-in-law?”
“Nope, tomorrow at the wedding will be the first.”
“Where is the rehearsal dinner being held?”
“I suppose at the country club. I’m sure my mother doesn’t even know there’re other restaurants in Pittsburgh. I mean, where else could daddy dearest play the big cheese?”
Brian laughed. “Want to go out to dinner tonight? That’s if you can get me into the club as your guest. We can sit in a corner and check out the groom, like a good brother and his boyfriend would do.”
“Boyfriend?” Justin smiled. “And to think I don’t even have to pay for you now.”
“Oh you’ll pay, Double Stuff, don’t worry,” Brian joked. “Just not with money.”
“I can’t wait.”
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Joan Kinney closed up her shop early. It wasn’t something she did very often, but after today and talking with Emmett, everything she’d worked so hard to put to the back of her mind had come crashing to the forefront.
Despite the time of day, she walked to the church where she’d once left her heart on the block that took up most of the city street. It was a beautiful church; the architecture was famous in a city that boasted so many churches that one lost count of them. But to Joan Kinney, it was something a nightmare was made from. Yet, she was drawn there time after time as she re-lived the hell that had led her to the church in the first place so many years ago.
“Ma’am, can you spare a buck?”
Joan looked at the scruffy teen who asked the question. She reached into her purse and took out what she had. “This is all I have, but you can have it.” She handed him some money.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “You need some money for the bus.”
“It’s okay, I can walk.” She smiled. “You look like you need it more than me.”
“Yeah, I’m starving,” he admitted. “It’s worse when it’s cold, but today is okay even if it is February.”
“You need a warmer jacket.” She took a long look at him. “Where is your home?”
“Look Lady, I don’t know why I’m standing here talking to you, but you look nice. Hey you are nice.” He smiled suddenly shy though he was trying to be tough. He fingered the money in his pocket. “I live behind that building over there.” He pointed. “It’s not much, sort of a big box, but it’s right over a heat vent and it’s okay for now. In the warmer weather, I’ll do better.” He ducked his head in embarrassment. “I can swim in the river and I won’t smell as bad. Maybe I can even get a job washing dishes or something. There’s lots of places that’ll hire me if I’m not so ripe.” He turned. “Thanks Lady.”
“Don’t run away. “ Joan wondered if finding this boy was a sign from God. Maybe she could help him in someway. “What’s your name?”
“What’s yours?” he answered turning back.
“Joan.” She smiled at him until he answered.
“Hunter, they call me Hunter. See you around Lady.” He turned and ran down the street.
“Hunter.” Joan’s voice was soft. Maybe she could do something for him, though she didn’t know what. Her step was lighter as she walked toward her apartment. Maybe there was some hope for her soul yet.
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“My, my don’t you clean up nicely.” Justin stood back and stared at Brian.
“You’re not half bad yourself.” Brian laughed as he stepped past Justin, taking time to brush his lips over the blond’s. “But you don’t have your shoes on.”
“I hate wearing shoes in the house. I like to feel the ground under my feet.” Justin padded toward his bedroom. “Want to see my etchings?” he laughed and wiggled his ass suggestively.
“Give you ten inches and you take a mile,” Brian quipped.
“Nine,” Justin answered back and started to run with Brian fast behind him; both of them laughing.
“We don’t have much time, our reservations are for eight,” Brian said but continued the chase.
“I’m a member, they aren’t going to say no.” Justin’s pants were now on the floor in a move that also had him flat on his back on a bed.
“Double Stuff, you drive me crazy,” Brian whispered as he slowly began to remove his own clothing. “I can’t believe I’m having sex as much as my brother does.”
“But much, much more satisfying than a blow job in the back room of Babylon I hope.” Justin laughed up at him.
“Much, much more satisfying. Mind blowing even.”
“Toe curling?”
“At the very least.” Brian began to kneel on the bed, covering Justin’s body with his. Justin reached up and began to touch him in a spot he knew would drive the other man wild.
Brian’s kiss encompassed him and the kisses almost took Justin to the point of orgasm, they were so intense. He felt Justin quiver and Brian stopped to let the other man take a labored breath all the while keeping his face close to read the signs of expression and no doubt of pleasures as yet unabashed.
Justin pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
Brian gathered him closely and kissed his mouth, tongue, neck, nipples; tracing pools of heat down to Justin’s belly button.
“Ohhhhhh,” Justin cooed as Brian’s lips forced the sound from his mouth. His breath pulled in sharply and teeth nipped at the soft spot just inside the blond’s thighs; both men were in ecstasy. Justin’s body shook in uncontrollable rushes as Brian manipulated his cock and balls with his teeth and tongue.
Inhibitions evaporated and sheer pleasure consumed them. They both rocked their hips as Brian continued to minister to Justin’s cock, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, round and round. Justin knew he couldn’t take it much longer and sighed in relief as Brian moved up his body to once again capture his lips, this time letting Justin taste himself. The enticement of the taste made the blond’s body demand that Brian enter him. Instead, the other man grinned and toyed with him, instinctively prolonging the pleasure.
Justin thrust a condom at Brian in a wordless plea. He noticed that the man’s cock did look like the ten inches the he bragged about and the blond wondered if he could accommodate the thrusting organ. Justin didn’t hesitate and he thrust upward impaling himself fully on Brian’s cock. He needed him; he needed to feel him inside; Now. Pleasure mixed with pain made Justin oblivious to the force that he’d used to grind up at him.
“Deeper, you want it deeper.” Brian’s voice was harsh.
“YES!” Justin screamed in a bliss filled moment.
“Cum... cum now,” his voice now a whisper. “Cum with me now,” Justin demanded again.
“Now, you want me to cum now?” Brian chanted back with every thrust.
Justin screams filled the room, “YES, YES, YES!”
Brian increased his tempo and with a deep thrust, a tight clutch, and a breathy I love you, their bodies explode and for that one moment, they’re lost in one lover’s bliss.
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Justin snickered.
Brian looked over at him. “You look like the cat that swallowed the canary.” He gave Justin a lopsided smile as they followed the maitré ‘d to their table.
“I think he knows,” Justin giggled.
“We showered, how is he going to know?” Brian laughed his voice low. “Butch up there, Double Stuff.”
“You butch up, Clio,” Justin giggled again. He sobered up when Brian, not caring who was looking held his chair for him when they reached the table.
“If you keep calling me Clio, it’s a bit tough to look butch,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear before kissing it and taking his place.
“I think two tables over the old guy and his wife just had a cat fit,” Justin giggled. “You do know we are in a rather conservative country club.”
“You do know that I don’t give a shit,” Brian said conversationally. “I’m not hiding who I am for any bunch of tight assed WASPS.”
“I thought you liked a certain tight ass WASP.”
“I do,” Brian sighed. “You’re incorrigible.” He picked up his menu. “Can you see the happy wedding party?”
“They’re over by the patio doors.” Justin nodded. “They didn’t notice us coming in.”
“How do you know?” Brian asked, “Everyone else did.”
“Because my mother would be over here bugging the shit out of me.” Justin smiled. “I can recommend the lobster bisque to start.”
“I was thinking of six ounces of JB,” Brian smirked.
“The lobster bisque it is.” Justin signaled the waiter and gave their order. “Behave yourself.”
“You’re hot when you’re bossy.”
“Geeze, will you stop that or we’ll have to retire to the men’s room.”
“What, you didn’t get enough?”
“Never... I’ll never have enough of you.” Justin laughed softly. “I’m glad I met you, you make me laugh.”
“I was hoping I made you horny.” Brian sighed, “I guess I hoped for too much.”
“You do make me horny,” Justin assured the other man. “Shit, I think that’s Tripp.” He pointed to the tanned, bleached blond man who was walking toward the men’s room dressed in a Hawaiian shirt with a orange hibiscus on it, white pants and flip flops despite the fact it was February.
“Tripp,” Brian snorted. “I’d suggest you go in there a do some getting to know the brother-in- law to be,” Brian drawled. “He looks like a trip.”
“Fuck. You come with me.” Justin looked around as if seeking help.
“Don’t you think that’s a little suspect? We’re queer, not a couple of girls. We pee one at a time.”
“I’m not going to pee with that guy.” Justin looked horrified. “Where the fuck did Molly find him? Mom and dad are probably having strokes right now.”
“Maybe they can get a discount when they go to the hospital, two strokes for the price of one.”
“You aren’t helping.” Justin pushed back his chair and stood up. “If I’m not out in five minutes, come and rescue me.”
“Yes, Dear.”
Justin walked into the men’s room. The guy he figured was Molly’s fiancé was washing his hands. He saw Justin look at his clothing and laughed. “Hey Dude, the waves here in Pittsburgh are kind of low.” He grinned and made the classic two-fingered surfing signal with the wave of his hand.
“Uh, it’s February,” Justin managed to get out.
“No,shit,” the guy laughed. “It’s fucking freezing.”
“Apparently, you didn’t study geography when you were in school. This is Pittsburgh, February is always fucking freezing.” Justin turned to wash his hands not sure what else to do.
“I’m Tripp Van Delft,” the guy said. “I’m marrying your sister.”
“How do you know who I am?” Justin asked turning back to look carefully at Tripp.
“Molly told me. I’ve seen your picture; in fact I own three of your paintings. And no Molly didn’t swipe them; I actually bought them from a gallery,” he laughed. “I think I’m freaking your parents out.”
“No, shit,” Justin laughed. “I hope you brought something warmer to wear?”
“No I didn’t, I only had time to grab a cab and get on the plane. I knew if I missed one more flight Molly would kill me.” He shrugged. “I was operating late, it couldn’t be helped.”
“Oh, operating?” Justin was puzzled.
“Yeah, didn’t Molly mention I’m a pediatrician?”
“No, actually she didn’t. As far as mom and dad know you’re someone she picked up on the beach,” Justin laughed. “I think it’s kind of cool, I don’t blame Molly for keeping your profession quiet.”
“Well, the way you and your dinner partner are all over each other, your mom and dad are not going to know which way is up,.” Tripp laughed. “Hey Guy, I’m not putting the moves on Justin.” He was looking at the door where Brian glowered.
“Justin?” Brian asked walking in looking larger than life and twice as intimidating.
“Hey Clio, it’s okay. I was just getting to know Tripp. Tripp this is my very good friend, Brian Novotny.”
“Yeah, Molly said your mom was going to have you and your boyfriend check me out.” He grinned at the two of them. “She wanted me to check out the boyfriend. You know I don’t know why all you people just don’t get together and check each other out.”
“Tripp are you okay?” Molly spoke from outside the door. All three men turned as she made her way in and joined them in the men’s room. “Hey, you’re damn good looking.” She beamed at Brian. “Not bad, Justy.”
“Justy?” Brian laughed.
“It’s better than Double Stuff,” Justin replied.
“Double Stuff?” Molly asked.
“It’s a long story.” Justin took Brian by the arm. “Our dinner is getting cold.” He tried to lead him out.
“We didn’t order yet.” Brian smirked. “Hi, you must be Molly.” He held out his hand to Justin’s sister
“Yes, that’s me the good looking one in the family.” Her grin was identical to the one sported by the man he was beginning to love.
“And modest too.” Brian held out his hand. “I’m Brian.”
“I was hoping you were.” She laughed at the look on her brother’s face.
“What in hell is going on in here?” everyone turned to look at the red-faced man in the doorway. The men’s room was becoming crowded.
With a cheerful voice, Molly said, “Hi Dad.” She reached up and kissed Brian’s cheek. “See you tomorrow, Hot Stuff,” she winked, before pulling Tripp by the hand and pushing past her father leaving him with Brian and Justin.
“Hi Dad.” Justin took Brian’s hand with every intention of doing the same as his sister.
“Hold on there, Boy,” Craig began. He didn’t notice Brian bristle. Craig grabbed Justin’s arm. “Don’t you know better than to hang around the men’s room here at the country club?”
“Gee Dad, and here I thought I’d blow Brian, you know give Molly a lesson on how to please her man. It’s the brotherly thing to do. Now you went and spoiled it. “ Justin glared at his father.
“JUSTIN!” his father shouted as his hand rose to slap him.
Brian caught Craig’s hand and twisted it until the older man fell to his knees. “Nice to meet you Mr. Taylor. Justin, if you don’t mind, I think we should leave. I mean, if this place is too hoity toity to allow a simple blow job between two gay friends in the men’s room, well it’s no place for us.” Taking Justin’s hand, Brian walked out the door, but not before calling out to Craig. “I’ll have the waiter add our tab if there is any to your bill. See you tomorrow at the wedding.”
Justin was turning purple trying to keep his laughter inside. “I can’t believe you said that to my father,” he finally gasped.
“He has a funny way of showing his fatherly affections,” Brian muttered as he helped Justin on with his overcoat.
“Yeah, well he always did have a problem with me being gay. He only swallowed his bitterness about it when I married Nick and that’s only because of his dad’s law firm being one of the prominent ones. Since then he’s been keeping an eye on me just for occasions such as this when I might snap and start having rampant sex in the men’s room of the country club or his offices or maybe on the court house lawn for all I know.”
“Wonderful father your dad. Makes me happy I don’t have one.”
“You must have had one once.” Justin smiled. “Look at you, you’re wonderful, he couldn’t have been that bad.”
“I’m a classic case of nurture not nature,” Brian’s voice was soft. “With Mom and Uncle Vic as examples, how could I be any less? My birth father is non-existent as far as I’m concerned. He was only a sperm donor, like I am for Gus.”
“You’re more than that for Gus and you know it. You’ve told me that you take him as often as you’re allowed. You love him and care for him.
“But I only can see him when his mothers say I can and Justin, believe me it isn’t often that I’m allowed the privilege of seeing my own son.”
Justin leaned into the man wiggling under one arm so that Brian had his arm around Justin’s shoulder and the blond’s arm was around Brian’s waist as they walked to the Jeep. “We’ll have to see what we can do to make Gus more of a part of our lives.”
“You really mean that don’t you?” Brian said. He stopped walking to envelope Justin in his embrace. Slowly, softly he traced the blond’s lips with a finger before bending to touch them tenderly with his own lips until the force of their inner feelings took over and they were lost in the kiss. Both of them oblivious to the stares of the other members of the country club who were coming and going from the parking lot to the clubhouse.
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Molly snuggled closer to her fiancé as they sat in the back of the taxi. She was supposed to be at home where she would be safe from the surfer dude’s clutches, while Tripp went back to the hotel alone. Instead, they both had other ideas.
Molly still hadn’t told her parents Tripp was a pediatrician. While she was no longer going through a rebellious Goth period, she still liked to tweak her parents’ minds. It amused her considerably and Tripp thought it was fun as well. He thought Jennifer and Craig were more than a tad pompous.
“So what did you think of my brother?” she asked him.
“He’s hot.” Tripp wiggled his eyebrows making Molly giggle.
“What about his boyfriend?”
“Even hotter,” he laughed. “Too bad you’re more my type. Those two would be interesting in bed.”
“Ewwww, I so don’t want to think of my brother like that with you.”
“Well you asked.” He kissed the top of her head. “Damn Molly, it’s fucking freezing here in your little town.”
“I told you it would be.” She laughed. “But I know a way to warm you up.”
“You’d better or I’ll be so frozen tomorrow that I won’t be able to say the magic words I do.”
“You’ll say it or I’ll stomp on your surfboard.” She giggled when he pretended horror. “The hotel called, your luggage finally arrived. Thank goodness your friends were able to catch the next plane with your suitcases.”
“Well, I’m dressed for a Hawaiian wedding.” He laughed and shivered at the same time. “Maybe you could call your brother and see if he has an extra coat he could lend me. This is going to be one hell of a cold and long weekend.”
“Well at least we’ll be on our way to Hawaii on Monday. You can warm up then.”
She snuggled closer, wrapping her faux fur coat around him. The taxi was almost at the hotel where Tripp was booked for the weekend. He’d captured Molly and whisked her away from her parent’s home not long before.
Molly pulled out her phone and quickly dialed. “Hey, Justy,” she said when her brother answered.
“Molly, go away.” Justin had been enjoying his dinner off of Brian’s chest. They were lying on a thick rug in front of the fireplace at his house.
“Tripp is cold, he needs to borrow something warm like a coat. And he could use something for Sunday too. We leave for Hawaii on Monday.” Molly got right to the point.
“Why didn’t he bring something?” Justin asked through a piece of strawberry that Brian had placed in his mouth, having taken a bite first.
“He came right from surgery, Justin, and he didn’t realize that it was quite this cold here. You aren’t going to make him buy a damn winter coat that he’ll never use. He has student loans to pay off.”
“He can borrow whatever he wants.”
“Cool, we’re on our way to the hotel, but I’ll have the taxi take us to your place. You are at home aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m at home, but I’m kind of busy.” Justin giggled when Brian tweaked his nipple.
“Too bad, tell Brian to put his pants back on, we’ll be there in ten minutes.” Molly quickly disconnected before her brother could say anything.
Justin turned to Brian, “How much could you hear?”
“All of it.” Brian smiled. “Molly shouts.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s hard on my ears when she talks on a cell phone. She doesn’t do it on a land line.”
“If we hurry, we can finish dinner with a high protein dessert before they get here,” Brian suggested.
“Yum.” Justin’s voice was muffled, he had already sought the dessert and had his mouth filled with warm sweet cock.
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“MOLLY, MOLLY!” Craig yelled up the stairs for his daughter.
“She isn’t here,” Jennifer said as she came down the stairs. “I suppose she’s seeing her fiancé.”
“She said she was coming home.” Craig reached for the bottle of whiskey on the bar set up in the living room, “she lied.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake Craig, she’s twenty-years old, and getting married tomorrow, she’s not a little child.”
“She’s marrying a worthless piece of shit.” He stormed around the room. “No wonder she kept him hidden until now.” He swallowed most of his drink. “Well, I’m not giving them one damn cent. She can damn well get a job; he’s never going to amount to anything. She’ll be sorry she never finished college now.”
“Craig you drove our son away emotionally, do you want to do the same to our daughter as well?”
“That little faggot isn’t my son. As far as I’m concerned he’s on his own. You should have seen him hanging onto that man in the men’s room. I don’t know what they were up to, but I’m damned if he’s going to be doing perverted shit in the club where I’ve been a member for 25 years.”
“You didn’t have that attitude when he was married to Nick,” Jennifer began. “In fact, you were very supportive.”
“I know what side my bread is buttered on. It was because of his father-in- law, though how you could call him that, I don’t know. Besides, their marriage certainly isn’t legal in the US. Anyway, Preston Kramer is an influential man. It was in my best interest to be supportive, that didn’t mean I had to like it or approve.”
“You’re quite the hypocrite aren’t you?” she sneered. “When you found out Justin has more money than you do, that must have busted your ass,” she laughed.
“Don’t be vulgar,” he snorted and poured himself another drink. “He’s a homosexual; it’s only a matter of time before he’s dead one way or another. Then the money will be mine.”
Jennifer looked at her husband long and hard. It was then that she made up her mind. Saturday would be the wedding; Sunday the opening of the gifts and Monday she was finding herself a good lawyer, a new home, and a moving company.
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The doorbell rang twice and then the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock jogged Brian and Justin back to reality from the love haze they were in. “Fuck, where did that bitch get a key?” Justin mumbled as he fumbled for his clothes. Brian placed a pillow over his groin and continued to bask in the glow of a warm fire and hot sex.
“Justin, put your damn clothes on,” Molly demanded. “Hey Brian, you’re looking good.”
“Hey Molly, Tripp,” Brian drawled. “I guess you don’t like Pittsburgh’s February,” he said to Tripp.
“I probably wouldn’t mind if we had a fireplace like this one.” Tripp took a seat on the sofa, sprawling as if he’d always been part of the family. The heat could be felt from where he was sitting and Tripp was luxuriating in it. “Sorry to bother you Justin, Brian, but you know Molly, once she has an idea in her head.” He chuckled, his eyes shutting. The warmth of the room, combined with the many hours he’d been awake due to the time difference, was putting Tripp to sleep.
“Molly go look for something for Tripp.” Justin had wrapped himself in a chenille throw from the sofa. “Brian and I need to get dressed.”
“The two of you need to shower, it reeks in here.” She laughed. “But you’re looking a lot better than you have been Justin, so I guess a little smell is worth it.”
Justin flushed. He was about to say something when Molly turned and left the room. “Fuck Brian, it’s damn near midnight.” Justin stood up. He was going to put on his other clothes and then changed his mind. “I have a couple of robes upstairs if you want to borrow one. I can start a bath for us. Did I mention the bathtub is built for two?”
Brian stood up. He didn’t bother with either the pillow or the throw. He bent over and picked up their clothes giving Justin a great view. He saw the lust in the younger man’s eyes and laughed out loud before strutting toward the wide staircase that would lead to the master suite. “Molly, you better cover your eyes, I’m coming through,” Brian called out. “I don’t want to make you feel bad for Tripp’s inadequacies.”
“Fuck you Brian, Tripp is all man, and I do mean ALL.” She laughed and pretended to cover her eyes with her hand, but threw him a towel. “Put this on, I don’t want you catching cold.”