In the Begining Part 12 ----------------------------------------------------- "Brian, Brian, wake up beautiful." Brian slowly opened his eyes. He tried to straighten up and the realization that he had fallen asleep while holding Justin finally came to him. Looking down, the weight that had been on his chest had blonde hair. Gently, Brian took his arm from behind Justin's head. "Sorry, Baby, did I hurt you?" he was worried that he might have harmed his young lover. "You weren't sleeping long; listening to your heartbeat was the nicest thing I've heard in a long time. The nurse was here and it's time for my bath. Not to mention a toilet visit would be great. She went to get a male nurse to help me to the bathroom. It's my first official pee in a toilet." He flashed Brian a smile. "You don't even want to know about catheters - kinky even for you." The nurse came in and looked at Brian. Brian was not impressed. This guy was just too much of a stud to have him around his Justin. "Tell me what to do, I'll help him. I'm sure you can find something else to occupy your little time." "Brian, this is his job." Brian pulled himself out of bed, walked around to the other side and lowered the rails. He put his arm behind Justin to support him and helped him sit up and then swing his legs over the side of the bed. "You've been sleeping for a long time, and you'll be very weak. Let's just put you into the chair that buddy's bringing over and we'll take a trip to the john. It'll be like old times, maybe not as much fun. We'll improvise." Brian lifted Justin into the chair, being careful not to jostle the I.V. tubing. He kept his face neutral but he was appalled at how light Justin was. In no time at all he had him in the bathroom and sitting on the toilet. Brian kept up a patter of love talk and silliness while he changed Justin's hospital gown and helped him with a sponge bath from the sink. Justin hadn't realized how little strength he had or how exhausted this small adventure would make him. Brian caught him trying to keep his eyes from closing. He scooped him up and forgoing the wheelchair carried him back to his freshly made bed. "See, I knew you'd find something to do." He said to the nurse as he was making the final tucks to the bedding. Justin could barely keep his eyes open. He looked up at Brian and giggled. "I never knew I'd like the KKK." Brian's eyebrows went up as he looked at Justin enquiringly. "Kinney Kisses and Kindness" Justin's voice trailed off as he fell asleep. Brian pulled the covers up and tucked him in before he went back to the bathroom to attend to his own morning rituals. He was sitting in a chair beside Justin's bed when the smell of coffee made him turn around. The good looking nurse handed Brian a mug of freshly brewed coffee. "Thought you might need this." He reached into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. "Mr. Kinney, in case you're interested, this is my wife Sophia and our son Jon. Mr. Taylor is a patient, and even if he had big tits, he'd still be just a patient. Let me do my job." Brian had the grace to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry, its----- "Don't worry about it - if Sophia was in that bed I'd do the same thing. Tell you what, as long as you're here, anything you want to do for Mr. Taylor gives me more time to attend to other patients. I'm sure Mr. Taylor will appreciate you helping him to the bathroom more than he would me." Sitting down once again watching Justin, Brian marveled at how much this blonde young man had taken over his heart. He couldn't and almost wouldn't allow himself to truly believe that he actually could love and all that the word was supposed to mean. To believe in love you had to be willing to trust yourself to someone else. In Brian's experience trusting another person completely only allowed someone to hurt you. Justin was so damn young. Yet he loved better than Brian was able to. "You're thinking too much Brian. I do love you I've told you that. Of course I'll hurt you. You'll hurt me too. Together though we'll make it through this life. Give yourself a chance." "Thought you were sleeping Baby. Don't waste your time psychoanalyzing me. It's a full time job and not guaranteed to work." "Thinking about you is never a waste of time. I've slept enough I need to see you and feel you to make sure you're really here." Brian went over and kissed him, one hand caressing Justin's cock. "Feel that Baby, it'd better be me you're feeling" "Good morning boys." Jennifer pointedly looked out the window as she walked into the room. "Justin, you look so much better this morning. Brian, Molly says she needs to see you when you have a minute. She's with her Dad." Brian bent down and kissed Justin. "You talk nice to your Mom and I'll go see Molly and Craig. If you're a real good little boy, I'll take you to see your Dad this evening." Brian walked over to Jennifer and gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for sharing your son with me last night. You have no idea how much I needed it." "You both did Brian. Love is like that sometimes. Being able to touch the person you love is so important. "Miss Molly, by golly, what are you doing hiding behind that chair?" Brian had been surprised to see Molly huddled behind an easy chair tightly curled into a ball. He bent down; moving the chair then lifted her up. He looked over to the hospital bed and saw that Craig was sleeping. Brian carried Molly to the chair and sat down with her on his knee holding her tightly. She was quivering like a frightened bird. "Molly, baby, what's the matter honey. Come on sweetness, if you don't tell me how can I fix it?" "B-b-b-brian, my Daddy's broken and so's my b-b-brother. When my Barbie was broken Mommy threw her in the garbage. I still need my Daddy and Justin." Molly buried her face into Brian's shoulder and quietly sobbed. "Miss Molly, your Daddy's not broken, he's just a little bit bent. The Doctor's have lots of ways of straightening out the kinks and bends until he's good as new. I bet your Daddy will be playing Barbie's with you and having tea with your bears in the playhouse well before next summer. It'll just take a bit of time for him to get better." "Promise Brian?" "Girl Scouts honor." "Silly Brian." Molly rewarded him with a smile. "Mommy and Daddy were talking and they said Justin's drawing hand doesn't work. Justin always was drawing pictures like forever and ever. Is Justin broken or bent?" Brian hadn't yet had time to talk about Justin's condition with Jennifer and Craig or his Doctor's. He was unhappy with what Molly had to say. He couldn't leave Molly wondering so he said. "Justin was just a teeny bit broken, but you and I are going to help glue him back together. I bet when we go back home we'll have him doing some kind of art before we're even unpacked." He leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Let's leave your Daddy in peace to sleep and go see that big brother of yours." The two of the walked hand in hand down the corridor to Justin's room. They arrived in time to see the Doctor pat a stricken Justin on the shoulder and turn to leave the room. "Go away Brian, you too Molly, I'm not in the mood right now." "Tough shit Sunshine, we're in the mood for you. Surly blonde twinks have always made me hot." "Yeah Sunshine" echoed Molly "What's a twink Brian?" "Well, this one has blue eyes, blonde hair, and a terrible fashion sense, likes to stalk handsome business men, or at least one in particular and is a great big Drama Princess." "Shut up Brian." "Justin's a twink" Molly giggled. Brian lifted Molly up and put her on the end of the bed. "Miss Molly, you sit here quiet as a kitty. I'm going to sit here", he unceremoniously lifted Justin up and sat himself down in Justin's place, putting Justin between his legs his back resting against Brian's chest. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and held him tight. "Now my little Drama Princess, what's the big problem?" Silence enveloped the room. Brian leaned down and kissed the top of Justin's head quietly encouraging him to talk. "They say I probably won't draw again. It's my whole life - it's been like breathing. What the fuck's the point to anything if one moment of inattention on someone's part can destroy you." "I thought you were an artist?" "You know I WAS an artist." "What exactly is an artist Justin? Wait, I know the answer to that one. An artist is someone who can create something, who can impart a piece of their soul into one of their projects. Artists are people who can make something worth looking at out of nothing. You, Sunshine are an artist. You always have been and you always will be. Better yet, you are an artist who not only can create something, but you are able to create things with heart and soul in them. Now, you and I and Molly and maybe the odd Doctor or two will work on making that right hand work just as good as it ever did and while we all are doing that you will continue to create art if for no other reason than to make us all smile. Look Molly, Justin has two hands, he can make art, my goodness he has a mouth, and two good legs - what more can we ask eh Molly." Brian stuck his tongue out at Molly and she started to giggle. "It's not funny Brian." "No it's not Baby, but the Justin Taylor that I know and love isn't a quitter. The Justin Taylor who managed to sneak into my heart doesn't give up because someone said he can't do something. My Justin Taylor fights until he's dead - I expect to see you make your last mark on a canvas someday eighty years from now as I look down on you and then your sunshine smile will bring you to me. We'll be together for eternity." "Jeez, I must have died, Brian Kinney waxing sentimental - the sun's still shining and the sky hasn't fallen." "Now that's the brat I love. I knew he was in there somewhere." Brian kissed him again. "What do you think Molly, will we keep him - should we take him home with us next week?" "I'd rather have a kitty Brian." Molly smiled and winked at Brian making the two men crack up. A generous donation to the hospital allowed Brian to spend his nights on the other bed in Justin's room. He'd tried to go to a hotel after the first night but couldn't quite make his body go out the front door of the hospital. The thought of leaving his lover all alone and helpless while he slept was too much for him to bear. Justin was improving slowly; he could walk short distances unaided, though he tired quickly. He had started therapy to first strengthen the muscles in his wrist and hand. Brian had purchased pencils and a sketch book and they lay unused on the cabinet beside the bed. "Baby, I have to go back to the States in a couple of days. Molly has school and I have work unfortunately." "I'm going too." "Can't, not yet." "Why not, I'd be OK home during the day. I'd stay quiet and do my exercises. Daphne could take me to therapy." "That's not the point. I won't take you home with Molly and me because you won't try and sketch. You haven't even picked up the pencil." "Brian, that's just mean, you know damn well I can't even hold a god damn ball in my hand yet let alone a pencil." "Language Justin, Molly is still impressionable. I wasn't aware that your left hand was useless. Seems to me some blonde twink told me the first night he met me that he was ambidextrous. Maybe that was some other twink, noooooo, I've really only had one stalker twink. It must have been you. So pick up the damn pencil in your left hand and draw something." "Brian, it's not that easy" Brian went over to the sketch book and picked it up. He put it down on the bed table opened it to the first page, reached over and pick up a pencil in his left hand and drew a stick cat with a big smile holding a flower. "Hey Molly, see what I drew. You try." Molly crawled up the bed from where she had been sitting and picked up the pencil in her left hand and drew a stick man standing beside another stick man, they were holding hands. "I drew Brian and Justin" "How about that Sunshine, not an artistic bone in our body and look what we did. The proportions are right, the subject matter questionable, but definitely worthy of consideration." "Point taken Brian. I've never trained using my left hand. I won't be as good." "I wouldn't be surprised that if I looked at stuff you drew with your right hand when you were younger, that it wouldn't have the same grace that your present stuff does. But what I would see, whether I looked at your preschool fridge art or the sketches you left in my loft would be the talent. Talent always tells, you can't hide it and you can't kill it. So of course you won't be as good with your left, but you have to create. It's part of Justin Taylor, just like breathing. While you heal, you can still create using your left hand. Who really knows what might develop. You might find that the right side of your brain that governs your left hand is far more talented. But you'll never know unless you try." "Brian, how come when you look at Justin, you have kissey eyes?" Both men looked at Molly; they had temporarily forgotten she was there. "Kissey eyes?" "Yeah, like this." Molly did her best to imitate Brian looking at Justin. The two of the burst out laughing. Justin reached over and picked up a pencil, slowly opening the book to a new page. He felt awkward with a pencil in his left hand and hated that he had an audience watching his every move. He looked at Molly and then at Brian and sighed. But holding a pencil, even in his left hand was somehow comforting. He hesitantly began to sketch. Brian had to remind himself to breath. He felt every painful movement Justin made. The light lines on the paper gradually began to increase in depth, and surety. Justin's head was bent in concentration, his tongue poking between his lips slightly. In no time at all a very recognizable Siamese cat appeared on the paper. "Here Molly, now you have your kitty." Justin was smiling as he handed over the picture to Molly. Justin may have been smiling, but Brian was absolutely grinning. Brian climbed into the bed beside Justin, pulling him into his favorite bed sitting position with Justin between his legs his back against his chest. "Well Sonny Boy, pack your bags we are going home." Justin turned his head and looked at Brian, his blue eyes excited. Brian leaned in for a passionate kiss. "Oh Baby those lips of yours can't be resisted." He whispered. The next couple of days went by in a flash. Justin's doctors and his parents had to be convinced that he would be able to continue his recovery at home. Brian assured them that he would see that Justin had the best of care. Molly even got into the act telling them how much she would look after her big brother. Unfortunately, it all almost came to a halt, when it came time for Justin to get into the taxi that was taking them to the airport. A panic attack at the thought of driving in a vehicle hit as he was wheeled into the lobby. Brian squatted down beside Justin, "Baby, hey, I know what's wrong, it'll be alright." He reached into his pocket and pulled out Justin's promise ring. "You don't have your promise protection on." He took Justin's hand and slipped the ring back on his finger. "There, feel better, with this ring, I promise to keep you safe, even in taxis." Brian leaned in kissing Justin gently. "KKK, thanks Brian." Justin smiled "love Kinney Kisses and Kindness." Justin squared his shoulders held his head up and allowed Brian to take him to the waiting taxi. Only the paleness of his face gave Brian any indication of how he felt. The trip home was certainly better than the last time Brian had flown back. He had his lover sitting beside him. Brian just had to touch his arm, his hand, the back of his neck as often as he could. He needed the tactile reassurance that Justin was actually there beside him. Molly, in the seat in front of them was up and down a hundred times, peering over the back of the seat at her two favorite men. She kept up her never ending questions until Brian could cheerfully have throttled her. Justin was fully aware of how Brian felt. He had to quietly admire Brian's new found self control. No matter how many questions Molly asked Brian never lost patience. He carefully answered each and every one of them. He did ask Justin if ten was too young to smoke a relaxing joint or take valium. Justin assumed the questions were rhetorical and only smiled. Brian insisted Justin use a wheelchair at the airport. It was a long way to the car park area and he knew that while Justin might feel strong he actually wasn't. By the time the three of them and their luggage arrived at the long term parking area and Brian's Jeep. Justin was glad that Brian had insisted on the chair. He could feel his strength evaporating. "Brian, how come I have ride in the back seat? Justin always gets to have the front seat. It's no fair." "That's right Miss Molly, it's not fair. Time to learn now, life sucks sometime." "Brian" Justin smiled "Be nice" Brian grinned and kissed Justin on his nose. He could hardly wait to get the two young people home. He almost turned around when he rounded the corner to Justin's house and found the driveway filled with cars. All their family of friends appeared to be at the house. The driveway soon was full of people all talking at once, all wanting to hug Justin. "That's enough" shouted Brian. "Thanks for coming but go home. Justin needs to rest and so do I." The ensuing silence was deafening. Debbie looked at the long faces of their friends and then at Justin. Justin was pale gray. He needed his rest badly. "Ok people, why don't we leave now and come back in a couple of days. Sunshine needs to rest. Molly, Vic and I would love to have you spend the night we'll rent some movies and you can tell us all about your adventures of the last week. Brian can look after Justin by himself for a couple of days." "Can you Brian?" Molly asked "I'll just tie him to the bed. He won't be any trouble at all Miss Molly. You can ask Deb to show you how to make her famous lasagna and you can show her how to make KD." Brian swept Justin up in his arms and carried him into the house and up the stairs to his old room. "We have to share Baby, OK?" "I'll try to put up with you. But you do snore and I need my beauty sleep." "Brat, I don't snore, but you're right you do need your beauty sleep." "I could use a nap now, if I had a brown haired boy to cuddle." "You don't look much like a chocolate bunny, right now, but I could use a cuddle myself." Brian helped Justin off with his clothes and pulled the covers up. He had his own clothes off in a flash and crawled in beside Justin. He pulled his blonde lover into his arms and reveled in the feel of having him naked beside him. Justin had been about to ask for a pain pill for his head but the warmth of Brian's body and the steady beat of his heart melted the pain away. Both their cocks stirred always receptive to even the suggestion of sex but the past week and the traveling won. Both their eyes shut as they relaxed in sleep. Justin safe in his lover's arms and Brian contented with having his lover wrapped in his arms.