Classique Companions – 9 (1-800-838-2563 [UFU-CKME] Authors – Elsa Rose and Judy Plot Bunny – Shirley (muuuuwawh) (one of many who took this bunny “Daddy look out the window, we’re going to land right in the water.” Gus’ voice was loud in the quiet of those few moments before the plane landed. “It’s an optical illusion Gus. I guarantee we’ll be on a runway soon.” Brian hated this part of flying. Landings could be a bitch, but his son seemed to be enjoying every moment of his adventure. He’d even persuaded his mother to get him a cheap digital camera to record the adventure of a lifetime. Brian still couldn’t believe his son owned a damn digital camera. “But Daddy, I can see the water.” Gus strained to see out the window. His father and the steward had insisted that he buckle his seat belt for the landing, even though Gus couldn’t see the point. “And soon you’ll see the landing strip.” Brian wished he still had a drink. But it wouldn’t do to land in Hawaii blitzed out of his mind with his son. He thought of Justin back in Pittsburgh’s cold weather. If the asshole had answered his phone, he could be sitting in the seat beside Gus. Note to self, never fuck a blond with a hard-on smile more than once and do it in the dark so the smile doesn’t linger. “Daddy, I felt the wheels touch the ground.” Gus reached for his seat belt. “Hold on there Sonny Boy, wait until the plane stops.” Brian put his hand over Gus’. “Will we see lots of pineapples? Julian says Hawaii has pineapples and sharks.” “Interesting combination,” Brian muttered. “I’m sure we’ll see a pineapple or two, but no sharks.” “I saw a shark in the aquarium at school. It was a baby shark. I saw a great big shark on TV. It chomped a guy’s leg off.” Gus shuddered dramatically. “All the more reason not to look for sharks,” Brian laughed. “Daddy, how come you didn’t ask Justin to come with us? I bet it would be fun having him here.” “He’d just burn up in the sun.” Brian laughed wryly, imagining a lobster red blond, naked on fresh white sheets as he spread soothing cream on Justin’s body. He twisted in his seat to kill off the hard-on that instantly sprang into being. “Daddy, can we phone Justin?” “No.” “Daddy, can I send Justin my picture in Hawaii?” “Yes.” “Daddy, do they have French fries here in their diner’s?” “Yes.” “Daddy, Justin said that Oreo cookies taste the absolute best if you eat the middle first. Did you know that?” “Yes.” “I tried it, but I like the tops best.” Gus smiled remembering. “Daddy, what’s a condom? Mommy said she hoped you brought a ton of them. Momma said you always have a ton of them. Mommy said it’s ‘cause you’re a boy scout. Momma laughed.” This interchange had the two men in the seat behind Brian and Gus snickering. Brian resisted turning to glare at them. “Daddy the plane stopped, can I take my seat belt off?” “Go ahead.” Brian undid his own seat belt. He stood up and pulled down his carry on bag and the small backpack Gus had as well. “Here you go, put it on.” “Daddy, do I have to hold your hand?” Gus slipped his backpack on. “’Cause I’m six almost seven.” “I’m afraid I’ll get lost. I was hoping you’d hold my hand. It sucks when I get lost[,” Brian said as they shuffled out of the plane. He had his hand on Gus’ shoulder steering him toward the front. “Okay Daddy, you can hold onto my hand so you don’t get lost.” Gus reached back and took Brian’s hand. “Look Daddy, there’s ladies giving flower necklaces. Can I have one?” “Yes.” Gus grinned up at the young girl dressed in a grass skirt. “Do grass skirts itch?” he asked. “No, not much,” she smiled at him. “I want a pink one.” Gus pointed to the one he wanted. “Daddy can have a white one.” “That’s okay Gus; we’ll let someone else have mine.” Brian smiled at the girl. “Auntie Em would like this one.” Gus put his hands up and pirouetted in a circle in an imitation of Emmett. “See my flame burns bright.” “Uh, Gus, I’d keep that quiet for now.” Brian bit his lip trying not to smile. “Let’s get our cases and then find the rental car.” “I hope it’s a ‘vertable.” Gus smiled as he fingered his flowers. “I want a red one.” “We’ll see.” Brian shook his head. Lindsay would kill him if he returned Gus as a full-fledged fag. “Daddy how do you know what bag is ours?” Gus asked as he watched the bags drop onto the carrousel. “Because I do.” “Daddy you should get a red bag like that lady or maybe one with flowers or maybe one with rainbows, that would be better.” Gus was eyeing up the black leather bags that were accumulating on the luggage cart. Brian had put Gus’ clothing in one of his bags. Lindsay had packed for Gus in a suitcase hastily purchased at the Big Q. Brian had shuddered when he saw it, but said nothing, accepting the fact that he’d have to give up one of his bags for his son. “I like black,” Brian sighed. “Do you want to sit on top of the luggage?” “No way Jose.” Gus laughed, “That’s what babies do, I’m six almost seven.” “So you mentioned, Brian smiled at his son. Later: “This is the best car in the whole world Daddy. Can you get one like this in Pittsburgh?” Gus sat in the back seat of the convertible, his auburn hair blowing in the breeze. Luggage was piled in the front seat and beside him. Trunk room was apparently non-existent in this car. “No.” Brian was reaching the end of his patience. Gus hadn’t shut up since they’d left his house. He studied the GPS locator on the dash, the Van Delft’s place wasn’t far. “Daddy can we go swimming?” Gus asked for the tenth time. “We’re driving, it’s hard to swim in the car,” Brian answered once again and brought another giggle from his son. Brian sighed, at Gus’ age he had been placed in Debbie Novotny’s home. He had only the clothing on his back and a tarnished silver cup, with his name and birth date engraved on it. Brian Alexander Kinney – August 1, 1970. The name was one of the reasons he’d called his company Kinnetik, though he never mentioned it to his mother. She no doubt had forgotten the cup; it had been so long ago. He didn’t talk, not to his new foster mother or to Michael or to anyone. Certainly, Brian never remembered chattering so freely like his son was wanting to do. He smiled to himself. Gus’ chatter could be annoying, but there were times it was music to his ears. Brian turned the red convertible, driving between two tall iron gates that were open. This was the entrance to the Van Delft’s. He could see three houses, and knew that the one he was staying at was the largest of the three. As he approached his destination, he marvelled at how the landscape designer had managed to make the other houses disappear with well placed trees until reaching the main house, it appeared that it stood alone facing the sandy and rock filled shore. “This is a pretty house,” Gus observed. “Look at all the flowers.” He was staring at huge bushes of hibiscus that bloomed with large soft yellow flowers. “I can see the beach.” Gus was getting out of his seat belt and Brian could read the boy’s mind. “No going to the beach without me EVER,” Brian said. “Ahhh, Daddy.” “That’s the main rule or your ass is back on the plane to the Pitts.” It wasn’t an idle threat; Brian didn’t want to worry about Gus and the ocean waters. “Okay, Daddy.” Gus knew when his father meant business. Brian reached under a large flowerpot for the key that Maggie had placed there for him. He already knew the alarm code so he was able to quickly let himself and Gus into the house. “We get the two guest rooms at the back of the house on this floor Gus. Follow me and we’ll find them.” The house was warm and inviting, much like its owners. Brian knew that he and Gus would be comfortable here for the eight days he planned on staying. In no time at all Gus and Brian had unpacked. His son was chomping at the bit to get to the beach, but Brian wanted to let Molly know he’d arrived. He dialled the young woman’s number. “Hey, Brian, you made it,” she answered before he said a word. “Ahhh, caller ID,” he laughed. “Kind of, actually it rings different when I get a call from Tripp’s parents,” she laughed. “Did you find everything okay? I left you enough food for a day or so before you and Gus have to go out foraging.” “Everything’s fine Molly. Gus and I are going down to the beach to explore, did you want to meet us there?” he asked. “No, I can’t right now.” Molly grimaced. She wanted to keep Brian and Justin separated for a bit. She hadn’t told her brother that Brian was arriving and from the doom and gloom Justin was projecting, she wasn’t sure just how she was going to approach him. Something had happened or not between the two men and her brother wasn’t talking. “I’m on my way to a pedicure appointment.” “Have fun then, maybe I’ll see you later.” Brian hung up the phone and went to look for Gus. Molly quickly phoned her brother. “Hey Justy, I could use some company. Would you mind driving me into the city?” “I’m right in the middle of a painting.” “It’ll still be here when you get back,” she laughed. “Pleeeeeese.” “Fine, I’ll drive you.” Justin shook his head. “Be down here in five minutes.” “I’ll be right there.” Molly grinned. She hung up and dialled her favorite spa and made an appointment for her and Justin to have pedicures and manicures. That would take up at least two hours. Add dinner into that and she could keep him away until after dark and as a bonus, she may be able to tell her brother that Brian had arrived. Justin packed away his brushes. He stood for a moment staring at the painting he was working on. It was Brian standing naked on the beach under a full moon. Wishful thinking he knew, but it was a great place to imagine the tall, slim and well-muscled man. He could almost see the moonlight reflecting off of Brian’s body. Reluctantly, Justin pulled a white sheet over the canvas. Molly was right, it would keep until later, and after all, it was just a product of his imagination. His imagination had been working overtime lately, just a few minutes ago, he could have sworn Brian had been close. The same tingly feeling had come over him that he got when the man he adored was close. Maybe he needed to take a break from the never-ending painting and sketching of a certain Pittsburgh man. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Daddy, if we had binoculars could we see California?” Gus stood on a rock shading his eyes and staring our across the ocean. “No,” Brian laughed and jumped up beside him. “Sure is lots of water out there.” “Yeah, it’s kind of scary.” Gus looked down. “I like this part though.” He meant the lagoon just off to one side of where they stood. “It looks nice.” “Do you want to swim?” Brian asked jumping down and holding up his arms for Gus to fly into. “No, there’s things swimming in there.” Gus looked at the water. “I think there’s octipusses.” “No kidding.” Brian looked closely. “I don’t see anything much, maybe a couple of baby fish.” “Maybe a baby shark.” Gus was now on his knees in the sand. Water lapped around him. “Maybe a baby whale.” “Maybe a baby squid,” Gus giggled. “I saw a squid once. Mommy says they taste good.” He wrinkled his nose. “They look too ugly to taste good.” The leis Gus had been given dangled in the water. He hadn’t wanted to take it off. “Look Daddy, the baby fish are nibbling my flowers.” He jerked back. “Swimming pools are better, nothing eats you in swimming pools.” Brian laughed out loud. Gus had a point. Though the memory of Justin’s lips on his cock in the bathtub came flitting through his mind. “Did you get enough pictures for today?” Brian asked. “I know it doesn’t seem late, but we’ve got a time difference here. I think maybe we should both have a nap.” “Okay.” Gus stood up. He was tired but he hated to admit it. “Maybe tomorrow I can go into the water. I can wear shoes; water shoes.” “Bare feet work.” Brian looked at the sandy ground. “The sand is soft and nice and warm and so is the water.” “I have water shoes Daddy. Momma bought them for me.” Gus slipped his hand into Brian’s and the two of them headed up the beach and back to the house. Brian wasn’t so much tired as he was missing Justin. Somehow knowing the other man was only a few minutes away when they were at home, meant that the emotional distance between them wasn’t so great. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Justin sat in the chair next to Molly’s, his feet in the water soaking. “This was a good idea.” He looked at his sister. “Yeah, except for my frequent puking,” Molly grimaced. “Don’t ever get knocked up.” “Luckily, that’s not in the cards.” Justin looked at his sister. “Isn’t it too early for you to show so much? I mean you didn’t even look pregnant at the wedding and that wasn’t too long ago.” “Am I that big?” she looked at the gentle swelling of her belly. “Well, yeah,” Justin laughed. “It looks good on you. I think I’ll do a series of portraits. I’d like to do them nude.” “Won’t you get cold with your dick in the breeze?” Molly asked joking. “Very funny,” Justin snickered. “I was thinking of you. Maybe not quite nude, that would be kind of gross since I’m your brother not to mention gay. But maybe wearing something like your wedding dress, very simple, drapey and white, we could have it made out of something with stretch – so that as you got bigger, the dress would still cover you, yet show the development of the baby.” “How about I stand with my feet in the water of the lagoon, with the sun or moon or something behind me - “ Molly grew excited. “That would be cool. Does this mean you’re going to stay until the kid is born?” “There are planes that fly back and forth you know,” Justin laughed. I figure I’ll do one painting for each trimester and then one with you holding the baby. I’ll even make it look like you’ve regained your figure.” He ducked at her glare. “Not that you won’t have regained it... I mean.” “You could do one from the wedding pictures for the beginning trimester.” Molly was thinking out loud. “I can pose in the water, but my body should look like it did last month.” Her hand rubbed her belly, caressing the life that was growing inside. “I could,” Justin said. “But aren’t you close to the 2nd trimester now?” “Kind of,” she admitted. “Well, we’ll think about it.” Justin sighed relishing the feel of his feet being massaged. “Should I have pink or red polish put on?” “Justin don’t be an idiot,” Molly laughed. “How about clear polish?” “I was thinking pink with those little flowers on my big toe like you had.” “No” “Why not?” Justin loved teasing his sister. “I bet you ten bucks and a foot massage that you don’t have your toes painted pink with flowers,” Molly almost snickered. Brian would have three fits when he saw Justin’s feet. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep them apart for long. “You’re on,” Justin grinned at her. “Pink polish with flowers.” “What if you run into Brian or someone?” Molly laughed. “I mean it’s not impossible.” “Oh, yes it’s impossible.” But Justin started to worry; maybe Molly knew something he didn’t. “Chicken,” she taunted “I am not.” He glared preparing to be polished and flowered. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Later that evening Brian looked in on Gus. The boy had eaten his fill of grilled cheese and pineapple sandwiches pronouncing them delicious. Now he was out like a light. He had his walkie-talkie on the bed table beside him. They’d bought it earlier in the day. Gus thought it would be a good idea to be able to find his father on the large estate and once Brian had thought about it, he’d agreed. It would mean he could wander down to the beach in the moonlight and not have to worry about Gus waking up and being unable to reach him. Brian smoothed back the boy’s hair and tucked a soft quilt up around his chin. He checked to make sure his walkie-talkie was on before exiting the room, leaving the door partially open. The night was warm, the breeze fragrant with floral scents. Brian looked in the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. He was about to pour himself a glass when he thought maybe he’d take it down to the beach and sit on the big rock. The moon was full; it would give him the chance to think about where his life was going and whom he wanted it to go with. Before slipping out the patio door, Brian shrugged off his shirt, leaving on only the briefest of soft cotton shorts he’d found at a local boutique. They left nothing to the imagination, but were comfortable and who would see him in the dark on a private beach. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Justin admired his painted toes. He was lying on the sofa, the only light in guesthouse was that of a Mickey Mouse night-light he’d found that afternoon and plugged in near where he lay. He stretched out full length, and naked from the shower he had earlier. It was too hot to put on anything right now, Molly had gone to bed early, she tired out quickly but Justin had managed to get a couple of good sketches started for his pregnancy pictures. They’d be great in his next show if things worked out. It would show the critics that he could paint and sketch women as well as naked men. Justin snickered to himself as he thought about the sketches he’d done of a naked Brian. He let his mind wander as he fantasized about various other poses. Finally, restlessness overtook him and he stood up, not caring that he was still naked, and grabbing a bottle of cold beer, Justin walked out of the guesthouse toward the sand and surf. Brian took another drink from the almost empty bottle of wine. The black rock he was sitting on was still warm from the sun, and despite its hardness it was rather comfortable. His thoughts brought him to the decision that he would face his demons head-on and he’d face them with Justin... that’s if Justin would have him. The decision made, Brian stood up and decided that he was just drunk enough to brave the creatures of the lagoon and have a swim in the warm water, if for no other reason than to say he had done it. After all, how could he convince Gus to swim there if his own father wouldn’t do it. Lowering himself into the warmth, Brian thought it was like a bath of salt water. He knew there had to be fish and gawd knows what under the dark liquid but he couldn’t see anything and as long as they didn’t bite him, he’d be okay. He lay on his back, floating and staring at the moon. He should have brought another bottle of wine he thought to himself as he floated. Something white moving slowly along the beach caught Brian’s peripheral vision. He let his body sink below the water so only his head showed. The white spectre gained substance as it approached the shore near where he was submerged. It was Justin and he was naked and slightly drunk if Brian could tell anything by the blond’s walk. He watched him put his toes in the water and wondered why or how Justin had appeared in Hawaii, but it was an interesting development to say the least. Or maybe it was the wine. Justin considered swimming. He wasn’t the best swimmer in the world but the day had been warm and so was the night and then there was the flicker of silver paint on his toes that outlined the flowers. As an artist, he appreciated the look and he wondered what they would look like when he floated. He could float. Justin giggled, the sound travelled to Brian and he smiled. Definitely, drunk the man thought. He watched the blond wade in up to his knees and he noticed that Justin’s cock was tumescent. He licked his lips wondering what it would taste like with salt water on it. Now, as he watched, Justin was up to his thighs and his cocked bobbed on top and then as he began to swim it disappeared. Brian grinned and submerged. He’d been on the swim team in high school, and was like a fish in water. Eyes open, he swam in Justin’s direction, using the reflection of the moon on Justin’s white skin to guide him. He contemplated taking the bobbing cock in his mouth and then thought Justin could have a heart attack or something, so instead he stood up right in front of the other man. Justin blinked and then blinked again. Brian stood in front of him, naked and wet. He was in Hawaii, naked, wet, and delicious. He was hallucinating. It was the only answer. “Double Stuff, you look good enough to eat,” Brian breathed before letting his mouth descend on Justin’s and he tasted salt water and beer and that taste that was uniquely the man he loved. “I missed you. I was an asshole for not admitting it sooner. I … I love you.” “Clio, is that really you?” Justin cocked his head to one side, closing his eye as if trying to focus. “Unfortunately, my body doesn’t come equipped with condoms and lube or you’d find out,” Brian joked. “Shit,” Justin said before grabbing Brian’s head in both hands and wrapping his legs around the other man’s waist and grinding his ass into Brian’s cock just for fun. “Damn, I love water for fucking in.” “Oh, done it a lot have you?” Brian laughed. “Cause you aren’t doing it now.” “No, but I could really, really get to like it,” Justin said with a wiggle. He began to kiss Brian’s lips, his ear, his neck and anything he could reach without letting go with his legs. “You’re being a bad boy.” Brian laughed as he returned the kisses and tried to control the hardness of his cock that ached to be buried inside of Justin’s warm hole. “No, I’m being a smart boy, I think I saw a shark and you’re the one standing in the water.” He threw his head back and laughed when Brian dumped him in the water with a squeak. “Hey, that’s not romantic,” Justin spluttered as he ran slowly through the water in the direction Brian was travelling. “He could eat me.” “You wish, Cookie Boy,” Brian snickered and turned back diving for Justin and taking him down in the shallow water. “I think I’m sitting on a crab,” Justin laughed. “No you aren’t that’s my hand.” Brian pinched him and Justin yelped. The collapsed in the shallows giggling like two schoolboys. “Hey Daddy, did you know that you and Justin waked me up? You should turn your walkie-talkie off when you fool around.” Gus words came from the rock Brian had been sitting on earlier. “What the fuck?” Justin looked around for Gus. Brian lifted Justin up and carried him to the sand. He scooped up the walkie-talkie and said into it, “Go back to sleep Gus, Justin was being a brat, he says he’s sorry he woke you up.” “Daddy, you woke me up, you were tickling Justin, I could tell,” Gus laughed. “Night Daddy, night Justin.” They could hear him snuggling into the pillows. Justin looked at Brian and shook his head. “You left him alone?” “He’s not alone; he has a way of finding me,” Brian laughed. “I’m staying at the main house.” “I’m staying in the guest house.” “And I’m trying to sleep in my house. Don’t you two idiots know that sound carries at night with the water?” Molly stood on the grass with her hands on her hips glaring at them. “Put some clothes on before something bites you.” “Molly is a bit bitchy these days,” Justin commented. “I think it’s hormones.” “Hey Molly,” Brian waved his fingers. “We’re just on our way to bed. See you in the morning.” “Keep your window closed when you fuck, I don’t need the aggravation,” Molly said before turning and stomping away. “You can put me down you know,” Justin said, though he rather liked being in Brian’s arms. “My place is closer.” “But my place has Gus, and we could sleep in tomorrow.” “Sleep, we’re supposed to sleep?” Justin laughed. “Your place it is.” “We need to have a long talk,” Brian managed before setting Justin on the grass. “Too many cookies, Cookie Boy.” He bent down and kissed Justin tenderly. “You’re heavy.” “Ha,” Justin laughed. “You should work out more.” He slapped Brian on the ass and ran as the other man chased him to the main house. They tried to keep their voices low, but the slamming of Molly’s window told them they hadn’t been successful. Justin and Brian crept hand in hand through the dark house. Their destination was the shower where they slowly and sensually washed each other under warm water, still not turning on any lights. After all, it was all about touch as far as either of them was concerned. A quick stop to look in on Gus and turn off his walkie-talkie since the boy was now only a shout away. Brian and Justin looked at each other and smiled before heading to the room that was to be Brian’s for a few days. Inside the room they turned and faced each other. Towels that were wrapped around waists fell to the floor as they came together in the dark shadows of the night. Soft skin, smelling of soap, still warm from the shower, smooth to the touch, as fingers roamed tracing every inch exploring, memorizing. Blue eyes locked with green, mouths slightly open, both men felt like they were in a time bubble. Neither one wanted to let go long enough to move to the bed. Finally, they slowly began to move, Brian moving forward, Justin moving backward until Justin’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he let himself fall backwards on the soft mattress. He missed the duvets of the cold north-eastern states but silken paper-thin quilts had their good points he thought as he slid further onto the bed, with Brian looming over him. As the two men lay on the bed, Justin with his left leg bent at the knee, Brian slowly traced the firmness of the blond’s calf reaching the arch of the foot and with his thumb rubbed small circles near his big toe. Brian heard Justin’s breath catch and he looked up at the blond who smiled back sheepishly at him and the older man followed his line of sight. With a twinkle in his eyes, Brian choked back the laughter that was about to bubble to the surface and with a straight a face as he could possible manage said, “I think maybe red might go much better with your skin tone but the flower design looks great on you. I’m sure it will go with any outfit you choose to wear.” “Well I’m glad you like it. I think the color I chose is cool. You should see it in the moonlight,” Justin replied with an equally straight face but he blushed furiously at being caught taking Molly up on her dare. He should have listened to his inner voice but he couldn’t let his sister win. “Come on, Clio, are you going to admire my pedicure job or fuck me,” Justin said, as lust once again took over. “I’m going to fuck you all night long Cookie Boy,” Brian whispered. They were both doing their best to remain quiet. Gus wasn’t far away and he already knew more than he should about his father’s love life. “I think this is where you surrender yourself to me.” Justin smiled up at Brian and he deftly flipped him over. Now it was it was the younger man who rose on his arms above the burnet. “After all, I’ve been yours since the first day we met.” “I’ve always been yours,” Brian confessed. He’d never been topped, ever. He’d never even considered it for a moment as he’d always needed to be the one in control. Suddenly, he realized that in surrendering to Justin, meant being in control. It was also his way of making a statement, an unspoken one, but one that they both would understand. As Justin remained poised over the long, lean body of the man below he realized what it meant for Brian to let him take control and it filled his heart with love at what he had been freely given. Looking deeply into dark pools of green Justin saw the love and trust the other man was giving him. With the back of his hand the blond softly stroked angular planes of the man’s cheek, reveling in the feel of the soft stubble and reassuring him at the same time that he was loved. He gently lowered himself onto Brian letting his lips tenderly caress his. Brian’s lips parted in invitation, tongues mingled and tasted and teased making both men breathless. A soft moan escaped from deep within Brian as he felt Justin’s warm lips travel down his neck as Justin nibbled and sucked. It was amazing how the blond made him feel. It surprised him at how easily he could surrender to this man and to lose one’s self in the sensations he was drawing from his body. Brian knew at that moment he had made the right decision. It was a decision filled with no regrets other than he wished he’d made it sooner. Justin had reached the man’s pubes and inhaled the heady, musky scent that was uniquely Brian despite the scent of soap. Taking his erection he licked the pulsing vein on the underside eliciting a groan. He smiled to himself as he noticed Brian arch his hips slightly wanting Justin to do more. In due time the blond thought to himself. He wanted to make sure he showed Brian what this meant to him and he wanted to take his time. Next he moved to his balls and gently lapped at them as Brian breathing grew shallow, more ragged. “Oh God, Justin…I need to feel you inside me.” Words whispered in desperate need, so foreign to the man, yet so right. “In time, Clio; all in good time,” Justin’s reply barely a whisper yet Brian felt them with a hot rush to his groin. In one fell swoop he engulfed Brian’s swollen cock making the man nearly arch off the bed with a loud groan pulled from the depths of his chest and almost dumping Justin on the floor but he hung on and greedily sucked bringing Brian to the edge before he released him blowing warm air on Brian’s hot swollen glans. Justin laughed out loud as he watched three bubbles of precum, bending over and licking them up before they could drip. “Justin, pleeeeese,” Brian begged, his breathing even more ragged. The need for quiet almost completely forgotten in his urgency for satisfaction. “Are you enjoying this, Clio? I want you to always remember your first time that we make love. The other times were fun, but tonight, I’m taking you into my heart forever and returning mine to you.” “Yessss, I want you to make love to me, to fuck me now,” Brian cried out. It was sheer torture for him and he never wanted to feel someone inside him so badly as he did this bewitching blond. Justin reached for the condom and lube and prepared himself and Brian. Wrapping Brian’s long legs around his waist, Justin eased in one lubed finger and noticed how tight he was. It was obvious the man didn’t do this very often if at all. Brian winced as he felt the pinch and burn as Justin inserted one finger, then another but the pain turned to pleasure and he relaxed and he bucked his hips indicating he was ready for more. As Justin read Brian’s signals he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance and eased inside the tight hole. He heard Brian gasp and grab the sheets, and he gave pause to let him adjust to the intrusion. “Are you all right, Clio?” Justin asked. He was concerned because he knew how difficult it was for Brian to give himself over to him. “Yes, I’m fine. Just go slow. I don’t often do this,” he said as he let out a shuddering breath. Actually, it was his first time, but why he’d waited, Brian would never know, unless it was for this. As Brian visibly relaxed Justin slowly pushed his way in filling the man up. Justin set a slow rhythmic pace until he felt a mounting sensation starting with his balls and spreading upward. At Brian’s urging Justin’s thrusts became faster and he reached for Brian’s cock pumping it in time with his movements. As his orgasm built his calves clamped tighter around the smaller man’s waist nearly causing him to stop breathing. The guttural groans from both men were the undoing in bringing on their orgasms as each of them released all their love for one another. Justin collapsed onto Brian both spent from the intense orgasm that flowed through each of their bodies, their breathing ragged as they tried to regain their equilibrium. “Are you okay, Clio?” Justin questioned. “Never better, Double Stuff,” Brian replied as a smile played on his lips. “In fact, I feel wonderful.” He felt Justin’s soften erection slide from inside him and he felt a great emptiness he never realized he was missing. Justin slid off Brian’s body, removing the condom and immediately he was enfolded in the strong arms of his lover and he felt Brian spoon behind him. As the lover’s laid sated in each other arms, moonlight streamed in through the open window casting an ethereal glow over two entwined bodies and gentle trade winds cooled sweat soaked skin, heavy eyelids closed and dreamless sleep over took them. Molly smiled to herself as the moaning and groaning finally subsided and sleep finally overtook the lovers. Even with her windows closed she could still hear the sounds of lovemaking but this time she didn’t mind the noise. Gus was just happy he could remove the pillow he was using to cover his head as all the ruckus started up in the room next to his. It was getting hot under the pillow. He wanted to go peak again and see what game his dad and Justin was playing that caused so much noise and how come they didn’t include him. Then he thought he just stay put, maybe for once Justin will put a special smile on his daddy’s face, he liked when Justin made him smile. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Gus where’s your dad?” Molly stood at the door. She’d been surprised when Gus had answered it. “He’s sleepin’.” Gus replied as he pulled open the door to allow her in. “He was up late last night wrestling with Justin. Justin won, he had dad pinned.” Gus headed to the television in the family room. “Molly, how do you find cartoons on this TV?” Molly made a mental note to tell her brother and his boyfriend to lock the bedroom door the next time they wrestled. “Cartoons are on this channel,” she explained as she showed him. “Did you have breakfast?” “I had Cheerio’s.” Gus pointed to his empty bowl. “With pineapple and marshmallows.” “Sounds good.” Molly opened the fridge. “Do you want a glass of juice?” “Not right now thanks.” Gus looked up at her. “Do you think Justin is my daddy’s boyfriend?” “I don’t know. Do you want him to be your daddy’s boyfriend?” Molly took her glass of orange juice and sat on the floor beside Gus. “Sure, he’s really nice and he shows me stuff about making pictures. I want to be an artist when I grow up. Momma says it’s an unrealistic goal.” He shrugged. “I don’t care, that’s what I’m going to be.” “Good for you.” She gave him a quick hug. “Daddy and Justin went swimming with no clothes on.” He smiled up at her. “I looked out my window when they came home. Justin shines in the dark ‘cause he’s so white.” “I’ll have to remember that,” Molly grinned back at him. “Daddy said you’re going to have a baby. I think it would be cool if you could have a whole bunch all at once, like Tommy Snell’s cat. She had six kittens.” “Yeah that would be tons of fun.” Molly rubbed her belly. “NOT” Gus giggled. “I want to have a baby, but Mommy said no way and Momma just made a funny sound like this,” Gus snorted. “You can borrow mine when it pops out,” Molly offered. “That would be cool. I could be his brother.” “You’d actually be his uncle if your daddy and Justin are boyfriend’s. Or is that cousin?” she laughed. “I don’t know.” “I could ask my daddy.” “You do that.” Molly sat back and watched the television with Gus. “Molly, how come your tummy is getting bigger?” Molly had on a tank top and a pair of shorts, it was apparent that she was pregnant. “That’s the baby growing.” She rested her hand on her belly. “Weird.” Gus went back to the television. Molly smiled and shook her head. She’d give Justin ten more minutes and wrestling or not his ass was getting out of bed.