Brian leaned back in his first class seat and shut his eyes. He could barely keep a straight face. The smile that lurked close to the surface kept breaking through.
He’d had twenty-four hours of blond boy. The ultimate luxury as far as Brian was concerned. He felt as if he’d indulged in a twenty-four hour hedonistic spa vacation.
Justin was his secret pleasure; one he’d never reveal to any of his friends or the family he had back in the Pitts. He didn’t dare reveal how he felt about Justin; not to anyone, not even to the blond himself; especially not to him.
The smile crept onto his face again. The kind of smile that told people things he didn’t want known. Things like how a certain blond had melted his heart and torn down any walls he had around it. How he made him laugh out loud with an abandon he’d never really had, even when he and Mikey were kids. How the touch of Justin’s hand as his fingers slipped inside his made him feel like he was seventeen again. He loved how his eyes redefined the color blue for him and how he constantly compared the shade to other things in his life.
Brian smiled when he thought of the first time they’d made love in the big bed that he even he had to admit had been overkill. How the boy’s eyelashes had felt like butterfly kisses on his skin when he’d snuggled close. He smiled as he remembered the burn his kisses had left on his skin. It was almost as if the boy had been determined to worship, memorize each inch of him, for surely no square inch had gone unkissed in those first hours they were together.
The taste of chocolate and whipped cream would forever make his cock hard when he remembered the cake they shared sometime after midnight at a specialty dessert place not far from the condo sometime after midnight. Each bite had been filled with aphrodisiac-like qualities, and they’d laughed and giggled like schoolgirls as they fed each other, neither one caring about the time of day or that they looked foolish. Justin still dressed in his graduation robe and Brian with his suit in irreparable disarray. The taxi ride to a twenty-four hour discount clothing store to find something more suitable had been filled with passionate kisses, fumbling with clothing as they succumbed to the closeness of one another yet again.
Brian still couldn’t believe that he’d shopped there with Justin, but shopped they had, both of them coming away with enough bags to fill the back of the next taxi. This time when they stumbled up to the condo, it was almost like coming home, even though the empty rooms echoed.
“Sir, is everything all right?”
Brian jumped at the sound of the flight attendant’s voice. “Yes, why?” he asked looking confused.
“I thought I heard sounds of distress,” she simpered and slid into the seat next to him and looking down at the tenting in his trousers. “I can help you with that.” It was a red-eye flight and the first class cabin held only one other person who was two rows away.
“Sorry, but the only guy that can help me with that is back home in bed,” Brian said, his voice kind and tinged with sadness.
“Oh, sorry,” she jumped up. “Why are the handsome ones always gay?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Brian asked as he straightened his pants.
“Yes, I suppose it is. Would you like a drink?”
“Double single malt if you have it,” he smiled. The burn of the scotch might take away some of his loneliness. For that’s what he felt more of the further east the plane traveled.
Back in L.A., Justin lay on the bed in his new bedroom. He hadn’t officially moved there, no one had, but he didn’t want to leave until he had to. The sheets, the room, the whole condo smelled of Brian. He wanted to absorb every molecule of the scent before it dissipated. It was stupid and he knew it, but he didn’t care. It made him feel that he was still there and not on his way back to his own life.
“You do remember you’re only eighteen and will fall in love a million times before you settle down,” LV reminded as he lay on Justin’s bed at Kelly’s. They were talking on the phone because Justin didn’t want to fall asleep and maybe miss some of the Brian smell.
“No, I’m a one man kind of guy,” Justin said. “I won’t say I won’t be in lust with others. Hell, I’m a guy and horny, but I won’t love anyone the way I do Brian.” His hand, the one that trembled when he was tired, vibrated, nails down against the Egyptian cotton pillow case where not that long ago Brian’s head had been, and he reveled in the cold cotton against his nails. The ache inside of him turned to actual pain as he thought of the man he loved leaving him in L.A. once again.
“Are you okay?” his friend asked. He could sense that Justin was in distress by the way the other boy’s breathing sounded.
“Sadly, I’ll fucking live,” Justin muttered. “Hey, don’t worry about it LV. I just miss Brian.”
“You guys were kind of ….” LV didn’t quite know how to put it. “Involved with each other while he was here. We didn’t get to see him for more than a few minutes, but I have to admit, the man has charisma.”
“He has more than that,” Justin giggled. “His dick isn’t bad either.”
“Waaaay too much info for me brother,” LV laughed. “The girls’ parents took us all out for dinner, even Miss Kelly. I was her date,” he snickered. “Don’t get all excited, I like your aunt, but I’m into girls a bit younger than she is.”
“What about Reggie, she’s almost as tall as you and she cleans up nice.”
“Reggie is like my sister man, that would be gross,” LV said as he made faces. “I have a new client for us, www.jerkatwork.com. It’s a gay porn site that wants to switch web designers. They need to update, seems they keep getting a young market and the young guys like to watch, but don’t like to pay for memberships, so they want to appeal to the older gentleman who is bored at work. Their words not mine. I said you’d look at it and see what you can come up with. Also, we could maybe come up with some kind of marketing campaign to reach these guys other than the usual search engines.”
“I’ll check it out. Did they set up an account for us so we can see what’s up?” Justin was interested in this one. It sounded like a big job and he needed to focus on something other than Brian.
“Yes, they’re emailing a preliminary contract to you. I checked it out and sent it on to our lawyer. I think we should ask for more money, or maybe a percentage of gross profits. It would be a good steady income; you gay guys are always horny.”
“Like you aren’t?” Justin snorted. “I could use the distraction,” he sighed. “Did any of you guys see just what Brian bought for my room? Did he even ask what I needed?”
“Sort of, I mean we saw some pictures he sent us of the furniture and stuff, we haven’t seen the room; he wouldn’t let us until you saw it. And once you saw it, the two of you barely stopped fucking long enough to eat. We were not about to check out the furniture.”
“I don’t know what to do. Brian lives to make people’s lives better. I know he doesn’t come across that way, but he loves to do things for people. Apparently, I qualified. I mean you know the cell phone thing is one, but shit you should see this room. I can’t fucking move in here, forget about trying to do any kind of art work that involves space. The bed is (a) king size and, LV, I’m not a king-sized kind of guy.”
LV snorted, “I’ll say.”
“Bitch. Anyway, this bed is the same one he has, but he has a big space and not much else in it. I now have this ultra modern desk with computer from space, three different kinds of printers, each one bigger than the last one. One actually can print out blue print size pages for fuck sake. I have a phone, a land line besides the cell, end tables, a fucking chaise that is so expensive it hurts just to look at and the biggest TV on the wall with sundry speakers, dvd players and such that hook up to my computer. He actually suggested I paint the room something soothing. I wonder what the fuck he thought I was going to do to actually get to the walls. Oh, I also have a shit load of sheets, duvets, towels and fancy skin care crap that I’ll never use. I think I can fit two pairs of jeans and a tee shirt into my closet if I fold them right.”
LV was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath. “And your problem with all of this is?” he finally was able to gasp.
“I can’t live like I’m in a fucking discount furniture store for the next four years,” Justin wailed. “I don’t even like modern furniture; I’m more a cuddly soft, sink into the feathers kind of guy.”
“So move it out, and sell it. I mean it’s not like he gave you a ring or something, it’s only furniture.” LV stared at the ceiling wondering why gay guys acted like such drama queens over the least little thing.
“I can’t,” Justin’s voice cracked with emotion. “Brian gave it to me. He thought he was doing something good, so. I can’t just trash or return it. His feelings would be hurt. He’s very sensitive you know.”
“Well I guess you’d better either expand your room to the patio, or learn to walk on furniture.”
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Brian’s thought that his trip to L.A. would go unnoticed was wrong. He’d no sooner unpacked than the buzzer to his loft rang with an insistence that grated. He tried to ignore it, but apparently whoever was there was not taking no for an answer.
“What the fuck do you want?” he barked into the intercom.
“Brian, Brian is that you?” Lindsay asked.
“Who the fuck did you think it would be?” Brian asked as he released the lock for Lindsay to come up. He thanked the powers that be that he’d never given in to her request for a key to the building and his loft.
When the elevator arrived, he pulled open his loft door to see Lindsay and Melanie getting off the elevator. Gus was bundled up and in a stroller in front of them. “Hey Sonny Boy,” he said, his voice soft as he looked at his son. “You’re looking more and more like your old man.” He reached for Gus, quickly unstrapping him from the confines of the stroller, completely ignoring the women who stood there open-mouthed.
Following him inside the loft, Lindsay and Melanie watched him sit down on his chaise. Gus, now relieved of his heavy out door wraps, was now laying on his chest, thumb in his mouth gazing in awe at his father.
“Take your coats off and stay awhile,” Brian said, keeping his voice low so as not to startle Gus.
“Where were you for the past couple of days?” Lindsay asked as she shrugged out of her coat.
“Busy.” Brian’s large hand cupped the back of Gus’ head enjoying the fuzzy warmth. He leaned closer and kissed his forehead.
“That isn’t good enough. You were supposed to sign the papers giving Melanie custody of our son,” Lindsay declared as she stood, hands on hips in front of him.
“I must have missed the memo.” Brian drawled, “Because I sure as fuck would never have agreed to do that.”
“You asshole, you agreed to sign, before Gus was born,” Melanie glared.
“You should have gotten me then, because I’m not signing now.” Brian kissed his son again. “I will agree to joint custody. I talked to my lawyer and he says that since the two of you have a penchant for using my money every time I turn around, joint custody is the way to go. He’d also talked to Justin and LV who had convinced him that a part time dad who loved his kid was better than no dad at all. And even worse was a full time dad who could care less if his kid lived or died or else outright hated him like Justin’s did. Brian didn’t mention these facts to the glaring women who were shooting invisible daggers at him.
“Joint custody? Not a fucking chance,” Melanie hissed. “We had an agreement.”
“Show me the agreement.” Brian kept his voice calm, but his eyes were cold and Lindsay knew that soon he’d be volatile.
“It was verbal.”
“Draw up the joint custody papers, I’ll have my lawyer look at them and get back to you. I’ll even make sure that the life insurance policy you wanted, is taken out, although I will have a guardian representing myself appointed to administer the funds should the policy be enacted.”
“WHAT?” Lindsay and Melanie shouted together. “You would appoint a guardian, what the hell is wrong with us?”
“Hmmm, could be that you seem to equate my son with a checkbook. I think I’d rather go with someone who wants his best interests out of love rather than money. There’s only one person I know like that and he will be Gus’ guardian should anything happen to me. Brian was thinking of Justin, not that he’d tell the women that.
“Brian, let’s be reasonable,” Lindsay cajoled as she squatted down beside him.
“Don’t get close to that son of a bitch,” Melanie glared as she began to pace. “He’s being unreasonable. I told you he would be. He doesn’t even know what being a father is. He just jacked off into a cup.”
“From what I’ve heard, any male can father a child,” Brian began. “But only a few can actually be a father. I’m convinced that I can be. Maybe I won’t be in my son’s life every day, but I will be his father in every way that I can. If I have to fight you in court than I will, but keep in mind while I’m doing it, you two will be cut off from any money I have. I will see to it that Gus wants for nothing, but I don’t give a shit about either of you.” Brian was rubbing his son’s back while he spoke. His voice was still calm so as not to alarm his son.
“You have no idea how to be a father,” Melanie began. “Lindsay has told me about your childhood. It’s a known fact that children from abusive relationships carry that on into their adult lives, passing it down as a legacy to their own children.”
“How nice that you and Lindsay shared about my childhood.” Brian closed his eyes to both hide his pain and to control his anger. “It’s also a known fact that some people actually learn from their childhood and go out of their way to make sure that their own children have a much different one. I plan on doing that. My son will not be abused either mentally or physically, and that my dear Melanie, means you keep your Harridan’s tongue to yourself. If you want to call me down, you can do so when Gus isn’t around. Each time you do it in front of him, the words, the date and time will be recorded for my lawyer.”
Both women were speechless. Neither one had any idea that Brian had given the signing of the papers much thought at all. Now to discover that he not only planned on joint custody, but that he could end up suing for full custody if they didn’t behave.
“We have to go,” Lindsay said, reaching for Gus.
“In a minute, I want to take a picture of him.” Brian stood up, his movement so smooth that Gus barely noticed his father getting up to find a camera.
Brian carried the baby into his bedroom and laid him in a new designer swing that was a combination cradle, swing, and seat depending on the age of the child. It was then that both Melanie and Lindsay realized Brian had seriously considered what he wanted and he wanted to be part of Gus’ life. They watched, mesmerized, as he snapped a few photos of his son. Gus‘ eyes followed his father, tracking his every move and grinning at the man’s antics.
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“LV there’s no room for your fat ass in here, go hang out in your own room.” Justin sat at his desk working on the updates for www.jerkatwork.com, and LV was laying in the center of the big platform bed. It was really the only place he could be, as there was little free space in Justin’s already crowded room. He had been offering suggestions for the updates; suggestions Justin didn’t want or need.
“I can’t go out there, they’re everywhere.” LV pulled a pillow over his face and Justin could hear a muffled scream. “AAAARRRRRRGHHHH”
“Oh for crap sake, they’re just girls. Make them leave you alone. They don’t come in here and bug me when I’m working.”
“Gee… I wonder why?” LV looked around. There was barely a square inch of free space in Justin’s room. Even the walls were now covered with work in progress sketches and miscellaneous notes. “It looks like a fucking bomb went off here.”
“No shit. Only three and half more years and I can escape. Trust me I’m counting the seconds.” He showed LV his computer screen, at the top was a clock counting down to a picture of Justin running from his room.
“Very funny.” LV looked gloomy. “I should fill up my room with furniture I don’t need. Maybe that’ll work.”
“You could go and do some work,” Justin murmured. “Daphne has those tables for Westin’s site ready for your approval.”
“I’ll bring my laptop in here.”
“No, do it in your own room. Shit man, don’t you have homework or something?” Justin was getting exasperated, both with LV and with his hand that had taken to jumping rather than trembling.
“I did it mommy,” LV said in a childish whine. “They never put clothes on,” he groaned. “It’s all boobs and asses and flat tummy’s begging to be kissed.”
“They have clothes on,” Justin laughed.
“Barely.”
“Don’t look.” Justin turned in his chair and faced LV. “I mean they only do it to bug you. Even Ruby does it to bug you and she’s a lesbian.”
“Ruby does it ‘cause she has no idea I’m male,” LV snorted. “I’m just a faceless roommate drone who pays rent.”
“And you’re a good cook.”
“That too.” LV sat up. “Maybe I’ll go bake something. They always leave when I bake something. They’re so afraid of gaining weight they don’t want to even smell it.”
“Make brownies, the ones with marshmallows and chocolate fudge icing,” Justin suggested. “Do we have milk?”
“We have milk” LV walked across the bed, it was the only way to get to the door. “I’ll call you when they’re done. He had a purpose now for the next hour or so.
Justin sighed in relief when LV closed his door leaving him alone. The closed door didn’t help the claustrophobic sense in the room, but at least Justin had been able to leave the double French doors open to the patio.
He turned his chair so that he could look outside. There wasn’t a lot to see other than buildings and city lights, but if you looked through the haze of pollution, you could imagine that the sky was blue, the clouds were cotton and Brian was just out of sight, but coming toward him. Justin sometimes wondered if he was artistic and fanciful because that side of his brain worked better than the other. Or whether he was just plain nuts pining after a man twelve years older who treated him like a friend. A good friend, but a friend nevertheless. He hadn’t actually seen Brian since the twenty-four hours of bliss, sex and passion that they’d shared after graduation.
They talked almost daily; nothing definite, no time frame, but they did talk. He’d learned a lot about the man who was Brian Kinney. Long-distance, late night phone calls let them both talk about their thoughts and feelings. The only part Justin was having a problem with was the lie he was living. He couldn’t tell him he was no longer perfect. Brian demanded perfection in his life. Hiding his hand for a few hours was one thing, he’d never be able to do it for a lifetime.
The phone rang and Justin picked up not bothering to see who it was. “Hey, you always seem to know when I’m thinking about you.”
“It’s the Irish psychic in me,.” Brian joked. “I was wondering if you could do something for a friend of mine.”
“Sure, what?”
“Well, it seems he’s been spending a lot of time on one of your customer’s sites.”
“Really, freak,” Justin chuckled.
“Yeah, you’ve got that right, but porn sites do have their purposes. It’s www.jerkatwork.com. Seems some little blond managed to fine tune it to appeal to the older fag.”
“You know that and I know that, but no one else does. If you don’t mind, keep it to yourself,” Justin said. “And anyway it was your marketing suggestions that increased the viewing audience.”
“But that was just a few words I told you. You, on the other hand, turned those words to gold.” Brian liked to tease Justin.
“All of your words are golden,” Justin giggled. “So what happened?”
“Ted was spending more time on the little numbers on the screen than on the little numbers on his spreadsheets. He’s an accountant, so they fired his ass.”
“Cool.” Justin couldn’t imagine a life as an accountant.
“I agree, but apparently Ted is having a crisis about it all. His life no longer has a purpose. He spends all day watching porn and jerking off. I think he’s lost his mind.”
“No doubt. But I don’t see how this is my problem.”
“Ted has some idea that he’d like to have his own porn site. He needs a web designer. I’m going to give him your URL to www.webguys.com . He can check you out and if he likes what he sees, and he will, he’ll contact you. I just want you to make sure he knows what he’s getting into.”
“You want me to give him a cut on the price? Because Brian, my time is money and my money is my tuition and living expenses.”
“I know. I don’t expect you to cut him a deal any more than you would anyone else.”
“Well, sometimes we take a percentage of the gross. It’s worked out darn good.”
Brian had to laugh, “Quite the entrepreneur.”
“I have a good teacher,” Justin’s voice was seductive. “I’ve learned lots of things from my teacher.”
“Oh, anything special?” Brian liked this game. He was glad he lived alone, because he sure wouldn’t admit to anyone that an eighteen-year old blond gave amazing phone sex.
“Maybe.” Justin moved to his bed, crawling up on the vast mattress from the bottom. “Hey did I mention to you that a king sized platform bed makes me feel like I’m sleeping on a football field?”
“Many times. You’ll remember why it was a good purchase when I come to visit.”
“So far, many, many days have passed; weeks and months even and no Brian,” Justin sighed with as much drama as he could put in his sigh.
“But Brian has been a busy boy. While you pine away in L.A. frolicking in the sun with all the hot beach boys.”
“Try spending my days in school doing a double major and my nights building websites and doing a homework. I’m not even sure there is sun in L.A.”
“You must have Thanksgiving off at least.” Brian was busy looking at his own calendar as he talked. “Even I have those few days off, and if I remember my school years. We had a whole week to stuff ourselves with turkey and watch football.”
“I plan on sleeping for at least two of those days,” Justin laughed. “Daphne is taking over all updates for the first two days of vacation. After that LV and I have it under control.”
“So two days eh?” Brian laughed. “Are you coming back to Pittsburgh?”
“Like my parents would ever let that happen. There’s a reason why they picked L.A.… it’s far, far away. LV is cooking for all of us. I think the girls are going somewhere with their parents, but they’re all coming for dinner on Sunday.”
“So you and LV will have a few days without naked girl flesh around.” Brian laughed. He was entertained by LV’s trials of the semi -clad females that lived with the two boys.
“Geeze I guess, I never thought about it. I don’t care if they go bare ass, but LV keeps getting boners. I actually enjoy watching LV’s boners, but that gets him pissed. It’s an interesting environment to be living in.”
“I bet,” Brian said. “I was thinking; if you don’t have anything to do for two days.”
“Sleep, you remember sleep,” Justin interrupted.
“If you don’t have anything to do for two days,” Brian continued. “I could be persuaded to spend a little time in L.A. breaking in my side of the bed.”
“Really?” Justin’s voice brightened. “Fuck, I can sleep when I’m dead. I can meet you at the airport. I’ll get the girls to lend me the limo and their driver.”
“Yes, that sounds like the hard done by schoolboy I know,” Brian laughed. “I could take a cab.” But he knew Justin would meet him in the car.
Brian hung up and sat back to contemplate what he’d just agreed to. Two days with Justin meant 4 days away because this time he wanted every one of the 48 hours Justin had free.
“Cynthia,” he spoke into the intercom.
“My, aren’t you being nice. What’s up?” she said with a smile noticing Brian didn’t have his usual bark.
“Can you book me a flight to L.A. and back for..“ and he gave her the dates and times he wanted.
“That’s Thanksgiving week. Business can wait until after. You work too hard.”
“It’s pleasure and keep it to yourself,” Brian stated much to Cynthia’s amusement as she suspected as much.
“I suppose your itinerary will be off limits to the usual gang?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Brian huffed. “Emergencies only and make sure it’s a real one; and only Gus emergency qualifies.”
“Should I give them your contact number if necessary, or would you rather I call you and you return their call.”
“Never, never, never give out my L.A. contact number under any circumstances,” Brian shuddered at the very thought of any of the gang finding out about Justin.
“No problem, Boss,” Cynthia grinned to herself. She wasn’t sure who this Justin Taylor was, but he was definitely someone Brian cared about. She kept his secret regarding the insurance coverage, fielding any staff enquiries with expertise. And she was prepared to do the same with Justin’s phone number. No one from Brian’s fucked up group of friends would ever get the number or address from her; especially not Michael Novotney.
Brian didn’t plan on telling anyone where he was going, or indeed that he was going away at all. To forestall Melanie and Lindsay’s curiosity, he called and made sure that they were going to bring Gus to Deb’s for the Thanksgiving Day dinner. It would keep them happy knowing he was going to be there to look after Gus. Already the two women had discovered the ease of visits to family and friends when the baby could be given to Brian to handle. “I just wanted to make sure,” Brian continued.
“We’ve been to Deb’s dinners every Thanksgiving for the last five years,” Melanie began, “you’ve never called before.”
“I’ve never had a son before,” Brian said reasonably. He was doing his best to be nice to the mothers of his child. His lawyer said that he should never give either of them any reason to have anything negative to say. “I thought maybe I could pick all of you up and drive you to Deb’s.”
“You don’t have a car seat,” Lindsay said.
“Yes I do. I had one installed in the Jeep two weeks ago,” Brian sighed. “Do you have any idea just how many different car seats there are? I mean I spent weeks researching until I found this one. I had it orders special and installed by the dealership. They actually weld the thing in.”
Lindsay and Melanie looked at each other. They had bought the first car seat that had been on sale and looked safe. And they certainly hadn’t had any part of it welded to anything let alone the car. “Uh, okay, pick us up about ten,” Melanie mumbled. She listened to Brian’s agreement before hanging up wondering what in hell had happened to him.
Justin, back in L.A. was a complete mess. He was thrilled that Brian was coming for a visit, but he didn’t know how to explain to his roommates that the man wanted to stay at the condo. Let alone how to survive two days of Brian in his crowded room with his three friends sharing every intimate moment. The place was soundproof to a point, but when he and Brian came together it was like some kind of tumultuous frenzy of sound. It was embarrassing and good, and nice and amazing, but never the less still embarrassing.
“No way we’re leaving.” Ruby had her foot on Justin’s knee, so he could paint her nails. She’d convinced him that it was a way of training his left hand to be as agile as the right one had been. He thought it might be working. He’d always been ambidextrous, but this required precision and both Ruby and Reggie had him changing their polish frequently. “I plan on watching you two have hot monkey sex.”
“I thought you were a lesbian. Shouldn’t you be grossed out?” Justin looked at her nails. “I can do a flower or something on the big one. He’d discovered nail art on the Internet and the girl’s toes were his practice easel.
“I am grossed out, but it’s kind of interesting. I could use it for a paper I might write for my socials class.”
“I’m not going to be part of some stupid paper,” Justin snorted.
“It isn’t stupid, and besides I don’t bitch when you use me for your art.”
“Graphics[…] I use you for graphics. You don’t even look like you when I’m finished.”
“And your point is?” Ruby demanded. “It’s not like I’m going to name names in the paper.”
“He’s a friend. He’s coming to visit. We’ll be doing sightseeing and stuff, nothing interesting.” Justin hoped she’d believe the lie about the sightseeing.
Ruby snorted, making her foot jerk. “Shit, that flower looks like a fish.”
“You shouldn’t have moved. I’ll make it into a fishy flower,” Justin giggled. “I’ll put one of the fake jewels on it.”
“Cool,” Ruby replied as she continued to watch him work. “Don’t worry Justy, we won’t actually watch or anything. I mean you’re entitled to a sex life even if it is every three or four months.”
“Arrrrghhh, don’t remind me how long it’s been. I think I’ve forgotten how to fuck.”
“Now that I didn’t need to know. I don’t see why you just don’t do it with one of your never ending supply of groupies. It’s not like they aren’t all panting to get into your pants.”
“Such a way with words,” Justin said as he began to put away the polishes he’d been using. “I’m horny, but not desperate. I like to think sex should mean something other than getting your rocks off. With Brian it means something.”
“Yeah, to you, but I bet Brian Kinney is tricking every chance he gets. After all, look how old he is. He doesn’t have much time left before he turns into a dirty old man.”
“Fuck Ruby, don’t say that out loud, he might hear you,” Justin said, looking around.
“He’s thousands of miles away, and he isn’t coming here for days,” she laughed. “You are sooooo whipped.”
Justin flushed under Ruby’s stare. His stomach had been filled with butterflies ever since Brian had told him he was going to visit. His right hand had been worse than ever. Justin knew it was stress and nerves that made it that way, but the knowledge didn’t help and it trembled with a life of it’s own. “How am I going to hide this?” he asked holding his hand up. They both watched it jump and shake.
“Tell him the truth, Justy,” Ruby said grabbing the offending hand. It was like this because of her and her sister and they hated how it was affecting their friend. “The truth is always the best.”
“I can’t tell him. He likes perfection. His whole life is perfection. He always told me that presentation is everything.” Taking his hand out of hers he waved it in the air. “I can’t present him with the perfect boyfriend like this.”
“Is that why you don’t trick?” she asked. “You’re trying to be the perfect boyfriend?”
“I’ll never be perfect R-1.” He stood up. “I’m going to go sulk.”
“Okay,” she grinned. When he said that it meant that he wouldn’t mind her and Reggie joining him in his room on the big bed with a tub of ice cream. “Where’s LV?”
“On my bed again. Why didn’t he just get a king sized bed, why does he always have to use mine?” Justin grumbled as he headed toward his room.
“Cause he didn’t want his room to be as crowded as yours,” she giggled. “Besides, you like us visiting you in your den.”
“Do not,” Justin grumbled good naturedly, but his smile told her otherwise.
The night finally came when Brian’s plane was to arrive. Justin and his friends had worked on a way for him to keep his right hand in his pocket most of the time. For days they’d worked on having him develop a pose that when he walked he could hook his thumb in his waistband, keeping his hand flat against his hip. It hid the tremors rather well and made him look like he had a sexy attitude.
He rode in the front seat with the driver on the way to the airport. He’d become friends with all of the security the girls’ parents had provided, and they chatted about the different websites he and LV had as clients. Charlie, the driver was one of Justin’s part time web updaters. The long drive to the airport passed quickly. He barely had time to think about Brian, he’d been so busy talking. “Can you kind of hover or something until I find Brian,” Justin said as he got out of the limo at the arrival section.
“Sure Jus, no problem,” Charlie grinned. “Go get that lucky S.O.B. of a boyfriend of yours.” Charlie had hoped that he and Justin would be able to get together even if it was only as a casual booty call, but Justin had made it clear that wasn’t going to happen. They had remained friends despite the attraction they both had to each other.
Justin grinned and ran inside slowing down only when he saw Brian walking through the gate. He quickly slipped his thumb in the waistband of his white linen trousers. He knew the fine material would show off all of his assets to perfection, especially with the walk he’d perfected. His tight, white silk tee against sun kissed skin didn’t hurt either.
Brian was looking in the other direction, but turned when he sensed Justin approaching. “Hey Stud,” Justin purred rising on his toes to kiss the side of Brian’s mouth. “How was your flight?”
“Flight?” Brian asked, almost dazed at the sight of this California vision standing before him. “Fuck Justin.”
“Not here, but if you hurry, we can maybe do it in the limo,” Justin grinned as he grabbed Brian’s overnight bag with his right hand. It was a good way of keeping the damn hand calm.
“Stop right now,” Brian ordered as he took Justin by the shoulders. “Kiss me properly, brat,” he said as his lips descended claiming Justin’s for his own.
Justin felt his knees give way; Brian’s kisses always affected him that way. He knew that his strong arms would keep him from falling and only the gasps of onlookers made them break apart. “The car is waiting,” Justin managed to say. Arm in arm they left the airport.
Two blow jobs later, the car parked in front of Justin’s condo. Charlie hadn’t been able to see or hear anything, so effective was the privacy window, but his intercom worked in the other direction and Justin and Brian heard. “Okay men, we’re here. Clothes on. You don’t want to frighten the little children or sundry old ladies and their dogs.”
Justin giggled and released the privacy button. “Fuck you, Charlie.” He looked down with dismay at his rumpled linen trousers. “They seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Oh they were a good idea,” Brian agreed as he helped Justin out of the car. “I feel like a teenager,” he whispered to Justin in the elevator on the way to the condo. They’d been kissing like high school steadies.
Inside the condo, everything was quiet. Brian looked around at the now furnished great room. “Not bad,” he said, even though it was a little too soft, comfy, leather furniture, puffy pillows and weird lamps for his taste.
“I did it,” Justin said. “No one could make any decisions and it was driving us all crazy sitting on the hard floor. I mean the patio furniture was easy. And we spent a lot of time out there. But trust me California isn’t all sunshine. It does rain. We needed furniture inside. So one day I ordered all of this. It’s Art Deco, but more comfortable than the old stuff. I like the clean lines, but I also like the fluidity of the designs. They make you want to touch the chairs and the chaise is awesome.”
“Art Deco eh?” Brian could appreciate that the furniture was obviously good quality, maybe even designer, but it wasn’t the hard spare lines of the stuff he liked.
“Art Deco,” Justin grinned. “I know you hate it. It isn’t like your loft, but damn this stuff is comfortable and your sofa, well Brian a board is just as comfy.”
“You need to mature to appreciate fine furniture,” Brian said with a grin.
“Oh puuulllleeeeze, I’m a Country Club boy. I was raised in furniture galleries. Do you have any idea just how often my mother and her friends redecorated?” Justin handed Brian his overnight case, hooked his thumb in his waistband and headed for the kitchen. “Want a drink, water, juice, or a beer, ‘cause I am soooo having my way with you in about two minutes.”
“Make that a beer,” Brian grinned. “I need to take a shower.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Justin. “Come and conserve water with me.”
“Always the environmentalist, ” Justin grinned as he grabbed two bottles of cold beer from the fridge and ran after Brian.
“They’re here,” LV said to R-1 and R-2 as Justin liked to refer to the girls.
“Keep your voice down. We promised Justin at least two hours of peace and quiet,” LV whispered. He wiggled around on Reggie’s bed finally pulling a high-heeled sandal out of the duvet under him. “Shit R-2 you sleep with your shoes on?”
“Hey, if you paid seven hundred dollars for your shoes, you’d sleep with them too,” Ruby laughed at her sister’s indignant look.
“I wasn’t sleeping with them. I lost that one when I was cleaning my room. How was I supposed to know all you guys would hide here?” She flipped off the barely there tee she was wearing on her way to the shower.
LV groaned and turned over to hide his immediate reaction to her rather full perky breasts that appeared to salute him on their way past. “Make her stop, make her stop,” he moaned into the pillow.
“Oh for fuck sake, they’re only tits,” R-1 sneered. “My sister‘s tits are hardly anything to get excited about.”
“Maybe for you, because they are your sisters, but damn girl, if some other chick was flashing her tits around, you’d change your tune.”
“I doubt it. I have my emotions under control. Unlike men, women can do that.” She turned to her laptop that she had propped on her knee. “You know Justy’s friend Daphne is kind of hot in a little teeny bopper kind of way.”
“She’s straight, believe me I know, so get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Maybe she just thinks she’s straight,” Ruby teased. It was a familiar argument and one she used often just to bug LV.
Reggie was in the shower enjoying the feel of the warm water on her skin, when she realized that Brian and Justin must be fucking in the shower on the other side of the wall. The plumbing system was acting like some kind of broadcast system. She might as well have been in the other shower with them. It was making her horny and driving her wild. Maybe staying in the condo for Brian’s visit wasn’t going to be such a good idea after all.