In the Begining Part 4 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Did you see the look on Emmett's face when your dad said that?" "Yeah, "Emmett, it's nice to meet you. Justin tells me he and Daphne give you fashion tips. Hope you can take advantage of his artistic abilities to put together just the right look." Justin says in a deep dad voice Both of them crack up. "How about the "Brian, Justin tells us that you don't "do dates" if you need some extra cash to take the boy out, just let me know." "I thought Brian's face was a lovely shade of purple after that one" and Daphne giggled. "No, No what about the one where he puts his arm around Brian and thanks him for looking out for me on my first night down on Liberty Ave." "You're right he was more purple then" "I liked when your mom said to Brian, "Justin and Daphne are so cute together, they've slept together for years, always together those two. Of course we never worried, Justin's always batted for the other team. We so happy he's met a nice boy like you."" And then and then" Daphne had to pause to catch her breath she was laughing so hard "She pats his cheek" "Yeah and Brian says in his I'm pissed voice, "I'm 29" Daphne continues in falsetto "Your still a boy to me dear" and she pats him again. "Do you think Brian's pissed 'cause we kept laughing?" "Probably, I just couldn't stop." "Do you think he noticed Deb and Mel and Linds laughing?" "Jeez, I hope not. I don't think Brian has much of a sense of humor. Maybe I should go over there and suck up." "You mean suck him." "What ever works." "I think you're starting to really like him." "Maybe" Silence "Justin, do you love him?" Daphne asked softly. "What do I know about love, I'm just 17?" "Almost 18." "Yeah, I think I do" Justin whispered. "You gonna tell him?" "Not a chance. He wants me he'll have to work for me." "That's mean." "I know him Daphne, he only appreciates what he has to work for. If I throw myself at him he'll never appreciate me. No, if he wants me he's gotta work for me." "You going to Babylon tonight like you planned" "I think so." "Can I come?" "OK, but if I hook up with Brian you have to go. I'll let you take my car." "Kewel" "Twins, tonight?" "Sure" It hadn't taken long for word to get out on Liberty Avenue about the two young kids who were driving Brian Kinney nuts. The afternoon's performance at the Center was told and retold a thousand times. The life size painting of Brian had sold for an undisclosed five-figure amount to one of the local celebrities. He was heard to say that he'd always wanted a naked Brian Kinney in his living room and now he had him. When the Bobbsie Twins as the queers on the avenue were calling them, showed up at the doors to Babylon, the little problem of a club membership or legal age never was mentioned and they were ushered in. Tonight's outfit was conservative, considering some they had in their closets. Black kid leather pants, secured with laces up the outside of both legs, tantalizing bits of skin showing, topped with a silk crocheted black half sweater, wide neck so it fell off one shoulder. Like Daphne said "Tasteful but conservative." As an extra touch, the two of them had rubbed chocolate flavored cream all over Justin's skin in case Brian could be found and captured for the night. They took their place on one of the stairways off the dance floor. Like two baby hawks hunting. It wasn't long before Daphne spotted Brian. "There he is, he's with those two guys." And she pointed out Brian in the center of the room. "Where" "Over there" and she gave him a shove to show him. "What are you going to do? He's kind of a not good dancer." "It's not his dancing that turns me on." And he watched Brian for a few minutes. "Thank goodness" "Lets see if eight years of dance lessons were worth the money" to the strains of "Lets hear it for the Boy" Justin confidently strode into the group of dancers. Reaching the area where Brian was dancing with the two guys. Justin started dancing. His movements and eyes enticing the two of them away from Brian. When he saw Justin approach, Brian couldn't believe his eyes he was still pissed with him about his childish antics this afternoon with Daphne. " Now the little bastard has shown up at Babylon, his bratty buddy can't be far away" and looking around, sure enough Brian spots Daphne." The little fucker could dance, almost makes you want to cum just looking at him. What the fuck," his double trick for the night was moving over to surround his little boy toy. He should just let him sink or swim that would teach not to play with fire. Damn, now that he's met Craig and Jennifer, he can't let their precious boy get into trouble," at least that's what Brian was telling himself as he moved in and staked his claim. Brian with his arms on Justin's shoulders continued to dance, he leaned in and said in Justin's ear. "Why are you here brat?" "I thought I'd check out your dancing abilities before our date." "I don't do dates." "Whatever," and Justin flashed him his sunshine smile, lust in his eyes. "Damn," Brian thought, "Why did he have to smile? I can't resist the smile. I want to kill him, but he had to smile." He lifted Justin off his feet and kissed him as they continued to dance. "I won't change the radio when you take me back to the loft tonight." "I'm not taking you back to the loft." "I'll let you smoke in the Jeep, when you take me back to the loft tonight." "I'm not taking you back to the loft." Brian leaned over and started to lick Justin's neck before kissing it. "Why do I taste chocolate."? "I'll tell you when were driving to the loft." "Come on," Brian looped his finger in Justin's waistband and started to lead him off the dance floor. "Where are we going?" "To the loft." They stopped long enough to collect Daphne so they could escort her to Justin's car. Justin managed to blow a kiss to the scowling Mikey as they swept past on their way out the door. Brian catching him this time said. "Being a brat in not very becoming." "But it's fun." Replied Justin with a smile. Justin was trying to behave on the drive to the loft. "How come you drive a Jeep?" "I like it." "Yeah, but it's soooooo a queer guys type of ride." "I'm queer and what do mean it's a queer quys type of ride?" "You know, look at all the Jeep owners - I bet 75% of them are queer." Brian was starting to get pissed again. "What am I supposed to drive, I don't have a daddy to buy me that little gold plated thing you drive." "Hey, I bought that with my own money. My dad thinks you should work for things that you want. He hasn't given me an allowance or bought me anything much since I was about 10." "Sure Sonny Boy" Brian was skeptical. "No, really, when I was 10 I had a paper route until I made enough money to pay for the market research of a computer graphics program I designed. With the money from the sale of the program, Daphne and I started a web site to market the clothes we design. We wear most of the clothes, it's good advertising. We don't get too involved with the manufacture of the clothing; we actually sold the rights to another company. We just like designing and wearing the stuff and besides we don't need the money. Daphne pretty much keeps the web site operating now that my paintings sell as well as they do." "Are you serious?" "Well, we are still in school, you do know that St. James Academy has extremely high academic standards. We have to study to maintain our grade point average. Daphne beat me by one point last semester, but that was the first time in years that she did. I was kind of having an off week on exam week 'cause the school nurse had gave my Tylenol when I had a headache and I ended up in the hospital." "Hospital?" "I told you I was allergic to Tylenol. It was my own fault, I should have double-checked the pill, but I didn't and the next thing I know, bang I'm waking up in the hospital, anaphylactic shock." "So, Boy Wonder, just how smart are you and Daphne?" "Just average I'd say." "Really, where do the two of you stand in relation to the rest of your class year." "Somewhere near the top I guess." "Well," "I guess, if we don't do anything too stupid, we'll probably be at the top. It'll be sad though, Daphne's going to Harvard, she'll be studying law. It'll be the first time we've been away from each other since we were two." "And you, where are you going?" Brian didn't like the idea of Justin leaving for four years. "I've applied to PIFA, but I had to promise my Grandpa Taylor I'd minor in Business Economics." Brian sent a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that be. Sonny Boy was staying around for a while. This time when Justin hit the alarm code, Brian barely registered the fact. He was too interested in watching the way the soft kid leather molded itself around Justin's ass. He hadn't fully appreciated the effect of Justin's clothes at Babylon; it'd been too crowded. He watched as Justin went over to the stereo and put on a CD he'd taken from the ever-present backpack. "Is it Ok?" Justin asked indicating the CD "I'm not in the Jeep, but you're such a control freak I figured I better ask." "I'm not a control freak and yes you can put it on, but if I don't like it off it goes." "Control freak, didn't I tell you? It's a Rod Stewart CD I found today." Justin walked over to Brian and put his arms around him as the first track of the CD started to play. He pulled Brian's head down, his lips gently touching Brian's until the hunger for him couldn't be held back any longer. Brian felt he was drowning in Justin's kisses and the words to the song washed over them. "Darlin' if, if we fall in love tonight you're gonna be alright your heart is in good hands Darlin, if, if we fall in love again On me you can depend, if you could take a chance Open your heart and let love, love again" Justin, holding Brian's hand, blue eyes staring into hazel, once again led Brian to the bed in the loft. Brian just stood there passively as the undressing ritual and the folding of the clothes took place. He had never realized how powerful it could be to have someone slowly strip his clothes off. This time when the clothes were dealt with Brian took the lead and lifting Justin in his arms, lay him down on the bed. Justin whispered "this is your treat for being such a good boy at the Center today, shut your eyes and eat your chocolate bunny. No calories, no fat grams, just chocolate love." Brian, shut his eyes and began to lick and taste and nibble on Justin, giving in to the sensual delight that this unique young man had provided for him. Rod Stewart's lyrics providing the perfect background to his and Justin's unconscious groans and sighs. Brian, knew just how his tongue was affecting Justin, he could hear Justin's breath catching, and soon the he could hear him start his mantra of Please, please, now, now............"Sorry chocolate bunny, but this little boy wants to eat every bite" and Brian turned him over and began at his neck working his way down to those luscious ass cheeks, Brian was becoming overloaded with the taste of chocolate, but he'd never admit that to Justin. His cock and Justin's was telling him that the end was near. He reached for a condom and lube but first ran his tongue down Justin's crack, spreading the cheeks he began to tongue Justin's hole. "Jeez, Justin, you put chocolate stuff here too" he gasped and he continued to fuck Justin's hole with his tongue. He could hear Justin whisper," Boy Scout's remember?" He moved up and put on the condom and applied lube liberally, Justin adjusted his body to make it easier for Brian and it wasn't long before the sounds the two men were making drowned out Rod Stewart. Afterward, they lay together on the bed, sheets tangled around their bodies, Justin his arm around Brian, cradled his head on his chest. Brian couldn't remember a time when he had allowed someone to hold him this way, but somehow it just seemed natural. Justin lowered his head and kissed Brian softly on his forehead. "You know," he said softly, "for an old guy, you aren't half bad. If you're real nice and give me candy I'll let you play with me again some day." "For a chocolate bunny, who's been nibbled at for the past hour, you're pretty mouthy." Justin smiled and gave Brian another soft kiss. "I know, that's why you love me." "I love chocolate bunnies." Justin smiled again and kissed him. Holding Brian close, he drifted off to sleep. Brian, felt Justin relax into sleep and rather than move. He took the opportunity to enjoy being held by this wonderful young man who had captured his heart. Morning came too soon. There was only time for some quick loving in the shower. Brian dropped Justin off at school. Daphne was waiting by Justin's car with his uniform. She blew Brian a kiss and wrapped her arms around Justin's waist the two of them went into the school. Brian, dressed in his power Armani, strode into the board room for the presentation to the Taylor Insurance people. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Craig Taylor standing there talking to Marty Ryder. The pieces began to fall into place Justin Taylor, was one of the Taylor Insurance Taylor's. Marty Ryder turned as Brian walked in. "Craig, I'd like you to meet Brian Kinney, we put our top man on this for you. Brian this is Craig Taylor." Craig reached out and shook Brian's hand "Marty, Brian and I already know each other, he's dating my son." "I don't do dates." "Right, I remember, Justin told me. Did you get the little brat to school on time this morning? I know he isn't easy to handle first thing in the morning." Brian actually, blushed, as he stammered. "He was on time." Marty just stood there in shock at the interaction between the two men. The meeting continued and an agreement was reached. As they were leaving the boardroom Craig Taylor reached into his briefcase and pulled out a gold wrapped parcel. "Brian, Daphne wanted you to have this, she knew I was seeing you this morning. I don't know why that girl would want to give you a chocolate rabbit. It's not even Easter." "Just an inside joke, Mr. Taylor." Craig Taylor, walking down the hall with Brian. "I don't envy you Brian, taking on both Justin and Daphne, those two have been up to no good from the time they were three. Justin's quite taken with you and I'm afraid Daphne's part of the package." They walked into the main reception area and were greeted by a six foot potted ficus tree it's branches hanging with hundreds of foil wrapped mini chocolate rabbits a bow tied around the trunk. "Brian, you had a delivery while you were in your meeting." Cynthia was trying not to smile. Brian looked at Craig Taylor and then at the tree. "Point taken" he said grimly to Craig. Sitting at his desk, later in the day, Brian had calmed down and could now see the humor in Daphne's antics. He was baffled at how one minute Justin could be his equal intellectually and emotionally, and the next minute a six year old. How did Justin feel about him? For that matter, why should he care? He had to admit Justin had a part of his heart, but so would a good dog or a cat. Well, maybe not quite the same way. He'd known Mikey for sixteen years, yet the love he felt for Mikey, didn't come close to the feelings he was having for this kid he barely knew. Marty Ryder knocked and then walked into Brian's office. "I just about to leave for the weekend, my wife and I are going to the cottage and I remembered this." And he dropped an engraved invitation down on the desk. "I need you to attend this function in my place to represent the firm. It's Saturday night and formal. You do have a tux don't you?" "Yes I have a tux, what's this all about? It's kind of short notice." "I don't know, some kind of dinner thing. We need to be represented there. The Mayor will be attending and God knows who else." Brian's phone rang as he answered it Marty Ryder left his office with a wave. "Hey, Brian, I can't go to Babylon with you and the guys Saturday night, David and I have to go to some dinner. He says it's important that we go together." "That's OK Mikey, something's come up anyway." Saturday night, Brian was late getting ready, nothing was working out right, he almost missed getting his tux out of the dry cleaners, who would have thought they'd close early on a Saturday. His hair was in worse shape than usual and nothing seemed to be helping get that under control. Going to some damn company dinner was not the way had planned to spend Saturday night. He'd been hoping to find Justin and go with him and the gang to Babylon let them get to know him, maybe Mikey wouldn't be so negative about him. He went down to the Jeep was about to get in and noticed he had two flat tires. "How the fuck to you get two flat tires at the same time?" Shit, he needed to get to the dinner fast, dinner was one thing you couldn't be late for and not get noticed. He called Mikey and David. No answer, right, they were out. He tried Mel and Linds but a babysitter answered and said they were out. Shit. He couldn't believe he was doing this but he called Justin. "Hey, Justin, I need a ride somewhere. What are doing?" "Just because my car's yellow doesn't mean it's a taxi Brian." "Look, are you busy or not? I'm going to be late for a work thing." "I was just on my way to meet Mom and Dad, but I guess I could come and get you. I'll be there in 5 minutes, I'm not to far away." Justin, who was parked two blocks over, waited for a few minutes and then drove to Brian's. He got out and looked at Brian's tires. "Sucks to be you." He stated matter of factly. Brian stared at Justin, who was dressed in a silk blue/gray tux, formal shirt a lighter shade than the suit, the bow tie the only whimsy, was made from some kind of gauzy material with silver sparkles. Watching him standing there staring at the Jeep's tires, so comfortable with himself and how he was dressed you think he was wearing old jeans, Brian felt his heart skip a beat. He gave his head a shake "Hurry up Brat, I'm going to be late" "OK, Hey, you look hot tonight." Justin reached into the back of the car and pulled out a white baby rose and tucked in Brian's lapel. "This will make you look even hotter". He stood on tiptoes and gave Brian a quick kiss. "Get in, you're in a hurry." Justin reached down and opened Brian's door. Justin walking to the driver's door had to marvel at how clueless Brian was. "OK, where are we going?" Brian handed Justin the invitation, "I don't know, the address is on this." Justin glanced at the invitation. "I know where that is." "You can listen to whatever you want Brian." Justin indicated the radio. "Clueless" he thought. "Nice car." "I like it." "No ashtray" "No smoking" "So, why are you all dressed up tonight?" "My folks are have dinner with some friends." "Taking a date?" "Yep" "Not very talkative tonight" "Can't talk, you look so hot, I'd have to pull over and fuck you." "Not going to happen little boy." "Stranger things have happened" "Where's your little twin?" "Waiting for me." "Does she have a date." "Yep" "Is he hot?" "She thinks so" "This isn't a date Justin" "Never said it was" "How did you manage this?" "Don't know what you mean." Maybe not so clueless after all thought Justin. "This isn't a date Justin" "It is an amazing coincidence" "This isn't a date Justin" "Relax, Brian, we're here now, lets see that cute Brian Kinney smile." Justin flashed his trademark sunshine smile. He jumped out of the car and ran over and opened Brian's door. Grabbing Brian's hand, Justin started to walk him to the entrance of the country club. "Not the Kinney smirk, Brian, the smile." Justin whispered. The two of them walked in the doors, "Mr. Taylor, Mr. Kinney, your family and friends are in the main dinning room tonight" Oscar the maitre de greeted them with a slight bow. Justin, holding Brian's hand tightly, so he couldn't escape, led him into the main dining room. Seated were all his friends, Deb and Vic, Michael and David, Emmett and Ted, Lindsey and Mel and Jennifer and Craig Taylor and Daphne and some cute boy. There were two empty seats beside Daphne. Justin led Brian to the empty seats and held his chair for him. "This is not a date Justin." He could hear Brian mutter. The band started playing and people around them were getting up to dance. Jennifer walked over to Brian and said "I understand this is our dance Brian." She held out her hand. Brian, with a sigh, gave in to the inevitable and led Jennifer out to the dance floor. Craig held out his hand to Justin for a high five and then led Justin to the dance floor to the astonishment of the rest of the patrons. As they danced past Brian and Jennifer, Brian mouthed to Justin, "I saw that, Brat."