In the Begining Part 19 ------------------------------------------------- "Justin, Mikey just called, he wants to tell me about you and Ethan. Stop laughing you twat, he's serious." "So have him come over and give you `the talk" "I don't want to hear it. It makes me nervous, what if he was right?" "Brian, been there done that, remember? He's not right, for heaven sake you see me damn near every minute of the day. If we aren't together you call me. Do you want us to get matching beepers?" "We do not spend that much time together, you're just being a brat. I can't help it if I'm interested in what you're doing during the day." "Brian, I go to school, I work in my studio, I eat, I piss, you know what I'm doing all the time. It doesn't change, I'm nineteen for crap sake, my life isn't that interesting at the moment." "I'm being stupid." "Yes, you are. Why don't we go to the cabin this weekend and forget all the crazy stuff that's been happening. You won't be sorry, I could use a bit of KKK, those Kinney Kisses and Kindness moments are hard to get these days." "I could use forty eight hours of my blonde haired bunny myself." "Pick me up at PIFA Friday after school, I'll bring my bag to school. We'll drive to the cabin and then have supper." "Later baby." "Later" Justin hung up the phone shaking his head, Brian had finally admitted he loved him and committed himself to Justin alone - immediately going into insecure mode. It's was driving Justin crazy. Brian just didn't do `little insecure wifey' well. Justin figured he had to bring back the big bad Brian Lion this weekend or kill him, which ever came first. He had an idea that should get the point across to Brian. He called Daphne and had her call Mouse and Emmett they had a mini conference call meeting and agreed to the plan. He could hardly wait to see Brian's face when he came to the campus to pick him up Friday after school. The phone rang again, Justin checked but it wasn't Brian. "Hey" "Justin, its Ted, look, I need a big favor for this weekend." "What now Ted, you almost got me into trouble with Brian, you know how insecure he is." "Yeah, well now he knows how the rest of us feel" "Attitude like that is going to get you absolutely nowhere my man." "Sorry, can I borrow your car Friday. I need it for the weekend, the transmission went on mine and it won't be out of the shop until late next week." "So, take the bus." "I want to take Ethan away this weekend. I found the most romantic Bed and Breakfast on the coast. Ethan will love it and I'll have him all to myself. Justin, I'm hoping to talk him into moving in with me. Do you think it's too soon?" Justin softened, he knew the value of getting away for the weekend with someone you loved. "Fine, take the car, enjoy, have fun, fuck your brains out, just have it back Monday." "Thanks, I will. And Justin I really appreciate this." "Whatever." Friday dawned Justin woke with the phone ringing. "Mornin Brian, I'm here in bed, only the cat with me, no boys hidden under the covers, just my morning woody. You should be here to help me fix it." "Justin?" "Oh hi Mrs. Kinney, what can I do for you so early in the morning?" "Is this obsession with sex normal? Or is it just you and Brian?" "Brian and I are normal. He is hot Mrs. Kinney." "I'm sure he is, he probably thinks you're `hot' too." "I sure hope so. Why are calling me?" "The Church is having family day a week from this Sunday, I want you and Brian to come. I know it's no use me calling Brian, but you seem to be able to get him to do things he wouldn't do otherwise. Bring Molly and Gus, it's more for children than the adults anyway. Claire is coming with her boys. It would be nice for the whole Kinney family to attend. It's never happened before. I thought we might start a new family tradition." "Uh, sounds like an interesting way to spend a Sunday Mrs. Kinney, a week from next Sunday you say? I'll do my best, but I won't promise anything." "Ask him after you've had a good time in bed, most men can't resist pleasing their partners once they've been satisfied." "Riiiiight, thanks for the (weird) advice Mrs. Kinney, I'll have to try it. I'll call you next week with the results." Fuck Brian wasn't going to believe this little conversation not to mention a `Family Day with the Church crowd" I'm sure Hell will freeze over first. Justin lay back in bed, nerving himself for the phone call that was coming any moment. Brian was so predictable. Justin answered on the first ring saying "Don't talk, just think, Justin loves me, Justin loves me." "What have you been up to so early in the morning?" "Nothin" "Your phone was busy when I called." "Happens sometimes." "So, who called?" "Your mother." "No way, who called?" "Your mother called, asshole." "Little testy this morning Sunshine." "You would be too if you were expecting your lover to call and help you get rid of your morning woody with hot phone sex only to find your lover's mother on the other end of the phone. My dick went so soft so fast it'll probably never get hard again. I think she broke it." "What did she do, hit your dick with the phone." "Damn near." "Poor baby, I'll come over and kiss it better." "My mother's pretty progressive but I'm not sure she's ready for Brian and Justin sex two doors down. You, my Brian Lion roar far too loudly when you cum." "Not if my mouth is full of you." "Maybe it's not broken after all, it appears to be rallying." "I can see it now, peeking over the top of your shorts, it's head all shiny and pink." "Sorry, it's deep purple, I haven't cum in a long time." "We made love last night at the loft, I'm looking at the stains in the sheets right now." "That's a long time old man, I'm nineteen remember?" "Brat, wait `till tonight, I'll show you just what an old man can do to a young brat like you." "Promise." "Pinky Swear" Justin smiled as he walked into the shower; he had managed to divert Brian's attention away from his Mother. This request of hers was going to take considerable convincing on his part, nothing that could be done on the spur of the moment. He continued to smile as he thought of Brian's reaction to his surprise this afternoon at PIFA. Brian pulled the Jeep to his usual screaming halt in front of the steps to the Art Building. He caught site of Justin's blonde head, walking through the crowd of students hurrying to the Jeep. He slowly began to notice the t-shirts each student was wearing and had to bite the inside of his cheek to maintain his Kinney aloofness. Justin bopped up to the Jeep wearing a t that said "Property of Brian Kinney - no trespassing" the rest of the students swarming down the steps including Daphne and Mouse all had t's with different sayings. "Justin Taylor, private preserve BAKinney, Justin Taylor belongs to B. Kinney, don't touch. Each and every one stated in different words that Justin was his and his alone. Justin was without a doubt the biggest piece of trouble he'd ever known. Brian flung open the door, "Well, are we going or cumming, or cumming and then going or cumming and staying?" Justin climbed in doing up his seatbelt. "going and then cumming and cumming, and cumming" Brian reached over and pulled Justin in for a long kiss. "Point taken Baby." He whispered indicating with his raised eyebrows the crowd of people who began to cheer as they kissed. "Lets see if we can make to the cabin without me ravishing you on the highway." "It's ok, I like to be ravished." He smiled at Brian, "but I can wait too." "Where did you leave your car?" "It's in the parking lot by the music building, Ted's borrowing it for the weekend, he's taking Ethan to some B&B in the country but his car is being fixed." "He probably doesn't want the miles on it, he's so cheap, he'd rather rack up the miles on yours." "Probably" Justin and Brian drove along in silence for a few minutes. "You can put whatever music on you want." "I wore you down did I?" "No, I'm only being nice." "You're always nice Mr. Kinney." "That's exactly what I've been telling everyone all these years." "I was teasing" "Brat" "I think your phones ringing Brian." "Let it ring, they can leave a message." "It might be important." "Check the number then and see who it is." He pulled his cell out of his pocket and handed it to Justin. "It's your one and only bestest friend." "You're my bestest friend and I can see you and you're not calling." Justin smiled at the words and leaned over giving Brian a quick kiss. "It's Mikey" Brian pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. "Hey Mikey, what's up?" "It's Justin, do you know what he's doing?" "I think so" Brian smirked at Justin. "And you don't mind? I mean Brian, he's not supposed to be seeing that Ethan guy anymore and I personally saw him pick Ethan up and kiss him. They're driving away now." "You saw Justin kiss Ethan, right now, like this very minute, and he's driving him away?" "That's right, he had on that gray hoodie thing he always wears, he must be cold `cause he had the hood up. He went into the music building, and when he came out he was carrying a bag and Ethan was carrying his violin, they put the stuff in the back seat of Justin's car they got in and kissed and now they're driving away." "Uh, Mikey, why are you following Justin?" "I wasn't following him, I had to see Ben, and I just happened to notice Justin and Ethan. Brian, I told you not to trust that twink" Mikey whined. "Mikey, I find this very disturbing, Justin and I had a long talk the other night about trust. My feelings are hurt more than you could realize. I'm going to spend the weekend in private to try and sort out my feelings. If you're my friend, you should follow Justin and Ethan and see what he's up to. Call me Monday morning about seven, I'll meet you and we'll talk." Brian hung up the phone barely able to hold in the laughter. "Brian, what the fuck was that all about?" "Seems Mikey's following you and Ethan. He's going to expose your lying ass once and for all. That'll teach you to sneak around on Brian Kinney." He fell sideways onto Justin laughing so hard tears were streaking down his face. "You jerk, Ted's going to be so pissed when he finds Mikey tailing him." "It'll give Mikey something to do this weekend, keep him off the streets, keep the boy busy and better yet keep him away from us." Brian pulled back onto the freeway continuing the trip to the cabin; Justin could only shake his head as Brian drove along a stupid grin on his face periodically breaking into giggles. The cabin had all the lights on when they arrived. Brian thought it looked like a starship against the blackness of the night shrouded forest. "I called the caretaker so everything would be ready for us when we arrived." "Brian, that's the first time you did that. I'm impressed." "Even I finally figured out that magic wasn't involved in our meals here Justin, I know my SAT's were slightly less than yours but I'm not working on idiot level." "You never did tell me about your SAT's, going to reveal them today?" Actually Brian had scored higher than Justin, but he had been embarrassed then about the score and he was still embarrassed about it. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't talk about it. He grew up in a time when being smart wasn't cool, and with everything else that happened at that time in his life, it was the easiest thing to bury. "I can't remember what I scored." "Everyone remembers their SAT scores Brian." "I remember lots of things, like how you looked the night we met. I remember the night of the Award's Banquet. I remember when you gave me half the cabin. I just don't choose to remember unnecessary stuff. Brian smiled at Justin as he got both their bags out of the back of the Jeep. "I wonder what Mikey's doing now?" he giggled. Justin never could resist it when Brian acted like a kid, the years falling away like magic, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You are such little kid Brian." He swatted him on his ass and rushed in the door of the cabin, SAT discussions forgotten. Brian smirked to himself, Justin was so easy to distract, thank goodness. Meanwhile Mikey had carefully followed Justin's car, seething inside each time Ethan would lean over and kiss Justin's cheek as they drove. He was tired and hungry and he had to pee, but they never stopped. He was hopelessly lost, they'd left the city and eventually turned onto an unpaved side road. He'd been eating their dust for more than forty miles. He looked in the rear view mirror, he looked like an owl, his face dusty and his eyes big and round. If they didn't stop soon he was going to run out of gas. At last he saw the brake lights go on and Justin's car turn into a driveway. Mikey pulled over under some trees, got out of the car and hurried to see what was happening. It was dark, Justin opened the trunk and took out two suitcases. Ethan pulled him in for a kiss and then wrapped his arm through Justin's and together they walked up to an old house and knocked on the door. The lady who answered the door seemed happy to see them and invited them in leaving Michael standing in the dark. He wanted to run up to the door and pound Justin out. How dare he do this to Brian. Brian was just starting to be civil since the Ethan thing at the Rage party. Michael hadn't seen Justin dragging Brian out, he'd only seen Ethan arrive and kiss Justin in front of everyone. Brian had disappeared and Michael hadn't been able to find him for days after that one. "You lost there young fella?" "Christ" Michael shouted, jumping three feet forward and tripping over a large rock on the side of the road. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain. Your Mother should have taught you better." The old man looked at Michael not too pleased with what he saw. "Sorry, you scared me. I, uh, I'm running low on gas, I was going to ask where the nearest town was." "Well, why didn't you say so. Waterton's just a mile or so down the road. You can get gas there, some food if you're hungry. Better hurry, though, every thing shuts down at eleven." Michael turned and gave a quick look at the house. He could see Justin and Ethan silhouetted on the blinds in an upstairs window, they appeared to be undressing each other. Well, he was hungry and needed gas, he might as well go on to the next town, it didn't look like Justin and Ethan would be leaving any time soon. "Thanks Mister, I'll go do that." He walked quickly back to his car hoping the old guy would disappear. Michael tried Brian's cell before he drove off, but Brian wasn't answering. Michael felt bad for his friend imagining him sitting alone somewhere drinking, his feelings hurt. At the cabin Brian and Justin were cleaning up after a terrific supper. The fireplace was lit and candles were glowing all over the room. Brian went over and put on a new CD of romantic oldies. Justin finished wiping the counter smiling to himself at Brian's choice of music. Brian Lion was defiantly tamed. He was looking forward to making him roar and roar and roar over the next few hours. "Hey, Baby, wanna dance?" Brian had come up behind him and put his arms around his lover pulling him tightly into his body. Justin wiggled his bum into Brian's crotch "Let me finish cleaning up Brian." "Can't wait Sonny Boy, I need you now." Brian started singing with the CD pulling Justin around until he had him face to face. Justin laughing, looking up into Brian's eyes. "I love you Brian Kinney." "More than a Teddy Bear?" "More than a two Teddies" "You're my Teddy Bear." He rubbed Justin's bottom "You even have the same shape as a Teddy Bear. I can hold you and snuggle you all night long" Justin started blowing out the candles as they moved around the room. "Let's see what my brown haired boy can do with his Teddy." He pulled Brian toward the flokati rug in front of the fireplace. Letting the glow from the fire wash over his body as he began to remove his clothes. "You are a kinky little blonde brat. I have principals, I don't fuck bears." "You're not bad with chocolate bunnies." Justin sank to his knees on the rug tugging at Brian's zipper. "Now, I promised myself I'd make you roar tonight, roar and roar and roar." He released Brian's hard on from his tight blue jeans, the stringy precum beading already from the open slit. Justin ran his tongue over the glistening head rewarded by the deep gasp from Brian. He looked up his eyes smiling when they met Brian's - heavy lidded with lust. He knew Brian loved to watch him suck his cock. They had the whole weekend to themselves. This first blow job was going to rock for Brian. Justin, kept his eyes focused on Brian's as he slowly let the full length of hard muscle disappear down his throat, Brian's head fell back, mouth open at the sensation of both seeing and feeling Justin deep throat him. His cock quivered as Justin moved his lips up the length flicking the end with his tongue then blowing softly over the sensitive tip. He slapped Brian's hands away as Brian reached to assist in the release he craved. "No hands, not mine, not yours, just watch my mouth worship your cock, let my lips do the magic tonight." Brian watched his blonde lover once again take his cock deep into his throat, he stood in front of the firelight, eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing again and again, coming out only to be licked and kissed, tasted and blown on. He could feel the urge to cum building in his balls until with a roar torn from his throat they exploded sending a deep surge of cum up his shaft and down Justin's throat. Justin sucked Brian's cock until the last drop. Smiling to himself as the first roar from his Brian Lion was still ringing in his ears. Brian's knees began to shake, he sank to the rug in front of Justin pulling him close for a kiss, he loved to taste himself on Justin's lips, the smell and taste causing his cock to begin its return to power. This was going to be a long night. Michael also was thinking that this was going to be a long night. He managed to fill his gas tank, relieve his bladder and stock up on junk food returning to the house in less than hour. He found a secluded spot down the road where he could pull up and watch the house. He was following Justin back to Pittsburgh even if it took all night for the little asshole to finish up in there. Brian was going to finally get rid this spoiled little rich kid and they could get back to their life before Justin came along. He sat back, his eyes glued to the window over the porch hoping for a glimpse of the two sneaky snakes. The next thing Michael knew it was morning, he'd fallen asleep with his window open, his head hanging partially out of the car. He slowly opened his eyes only to have a giant slimy thing wipe itself up from his chin to his forehead. "Fuck" he jumped up hitting his head on the roof of the car spilling a cold cup of coffee over his crotch. He'd fallen asleep with the coffee between his legs. He looked tentatively out the window into the large brown eyes and big pink nose of a cow. "MOOOOOOO' the cow mooed into the car letting partially chewed grass fall on Michael's jacket. "Shoo cow, get away, shoo, shoo." Michael ineffectively flapped his hands in the direction of the cow. It leaned in further and licked Michael's hand. "Eeehuuuuu" Michael wiped his hand on his wet pant leg. "Don't mind Bessy, young fella, she's just like a big cat, curious as all get out." Michael turned in his seat his back to the cow now looking out the passenger window where the old man from last night was leaning in, elbows on the ledge contemplating Michael. "Uh, sorry, I got gas last night and managed to get lost in the dark, thought I'd sleep in the car until daylight." "Now fella, you might think you can fool some old country man, who's just minding his own business until some damn fool city boy wanders by. I'll tell you it might have worked, but I just plain don't like the look of you boy, you got shifty little eyes and a mouth full of lies just like my old daddy used to. You just get your sneaky little ass outta that car and come along with me and Bessy, you got an appointment with the Sheriff." With those words spoken the old man opened the car door and indicated with a very big shotgun that Michael get out of the car. Michael slid across the front seat, keeping his eyes nervously on the shotgun. "Look Mister, I can explain every thing" he whined. "Stop whining, shut your hole and start walking boy." Michael started toward the town when he felt the stock of the shotgun nudge his back. "Not that way you damn fool, the other way." "But the town's this way" "What did I say about whining?" Michael began to walk down the road the cow walking beside him. He was surprised at the size of the damn thing, he could barely see over it. He never noticed Ted and Ethan sitting on the porch drinking a morning coffee watching the charming country scene of an old man and his cow out for a walk. Being from the city they thought this was something all old men did out in the country. Sort of like taking your dog for a walk only with a cow. Neither of them noticed the extra pair of legs walking on the other side of the cow. It wasn't that Michael was shorter than the cow, but the cow, being larger than the average dog liked to walk on the edge of the road, hating to move over for traffic forcing Michael to walk one leg lower than the other partially in the weed strewn ditch. While Michael was walking to his early morning meeting with the local Sheriff, Brian and Justin were still asleep. The two of them wrapped in each other's arms, legs tangled in the sheets the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air of the bedroom. The brightness of the sun as it made it's way past the trees allowing its reflection to bounce off the lake into the lover's bedroom brought the two of them to consciousness. "Someday I'm going to wire this place with recording devices, I'd like a whole CD of the sounds you make when we make love." Justin smiled up into Brian's eyes, more than half serious about the idea. "Pretty boring CD Baby." "I love the sounds you make, the growls deep in your throat, the panting breath, the moans of pleasure and that special roar when you cum. I'd be able to close my eyes and see you with every sound you make. It would almost be like having you with me on those cold winter nights when I'm all alone in my sad little bed in my parents house." "I'd like to record you. You know we could record our lovemaking and sell the audio tapes on the internet. Probably get some big bucks." "Twat, trust you to make money off of us." "I was teasing, you look so cute indignant. I wouldn't share one peep of our lovemaking with anyone. I'm yours and you're mine, together, forever, remember?" Brian placed his ring beside Justin's admiring the two together as the sun glinted off the metal. "Brian, tell me again why we have to wait until I'm twenty five before we can live together." "You know why, you're memory isn't that bad." "Could we make it twenty two?" "No" "Twenty three?" "No" "Twenty four?" "We'll see." Justin lay back, satisfied for now that he'd won another concession from his Brian Lion. "The studio is finished. I could use a model." "Don't you have enough pictures of me naked?" "I'll never have enough naked Brian Kinney pictures." "I'd want to be paid for my time." "Oh I'll pay you" "Promise?" Justin jumped out of bed pulling a reluctant Brian behind him. "Lets have a long bath together and discuss the terms of this agreement." Brian allowed himself to be pulled towards the big tub, rubbing one hand over his ass. "I may not be able to sit down long enough for the drive back to the Pitts, maybe a soaking bath is what I need." "You tops are pretty whiney when us bottoms turn the tables." "I'll show you whiney" He scooped Justin up in his arms carrying him down the stairs. It was only when Brian had carried him out the door toward the lake did Justin realize what Brian had in mind. "Brian, don't you dare throw me in that lake. I'll freeze my balls off." "You bottoms are pretty whiney when us tops turn the tables." "What does throwing me in the lake have to do with you topping me?" "You'll see" Brian had reached the half way point of the wharf. With a wild battle cry and Justin squealing Brian ran down the rest of the wharf and launched himself and Justin into the lake. Justin came up sputtering, the lake was cool but not as bad as he thought it would be. He looked over at Brian who was grinning and treading water a few feet away. "You squeal like a girl." In answer Justin dove under the water swimming over to Brian and tugging on his clenched balls, gently, but tugging never the less - rewarded by Brian's squeal. "You squeal like a girl" Justin smirked. The sun was hot, the water cool, the lake deserted except for the two of them. They spent the day naked, in and out of the water, in and out of the hammock, making love and playing the outside world forgotten. Later that night after a cold supper and a warm shower the two of them lay in bed exhausted, Justin cradled in Brian's strong arms watching the stars in the clear sky outside the window wall in the bedroom. "Justin, I never thought I could be this happy. I know I've said it before, but each time we come here together it's a little bit better. How do you do it Baby?" "That's easy Brian Lion, I love you, that's the magic I use. Works great." Justin snuggled in a little closer, his eyes drifted shut as he relaxed into sleep. Brian was almost asleep himself. He held Justin in his arms while he looked out at the sky, a universe full of twinkling lights. He did something he would never admit to anyone, especially Justin. He prayed, thanking the God of his childhood for sending Justin to him. He fell asleep with this prayer on his lips. Michael on the other hand was completely miserable, he'd had to walk to the old man's farm and seemed like it had been fifty miles down the road. He'd had to walk uncomfortably in a ditch, the damn cow nudging him back every time he tried to get back on the road. He got locked in an old outhouse and even though the old guy assured him it hadn't been used in years, it stunk like a son of a bitch in the summer heat. He'd pounded on the door for hours demanding to be let out and when the door finally opened he fell out and under the cow who promptly peed on him. The old guy wouldn't let him take his clothes off but hosed him down with the coldest water he'd ever felt all the while bitching about what a clumsy ass he was. How was he to know the farmer would open the door just as he leaned on it. The guy finally gives him something to eat and it turns out it was some kind of road kill, of course he fills him in on this after he eats. The old guy never shut up the whole time he was eating bitching about his table manners. What did he know, no one else had ever complained except that damn twink. When he was sure he couldn't be more miserable the old guy decided he had to do some work to earn his food. He led him to a foul smelling shed full of squawking chickens, handed him a bucket and told him to gather up the eggs. Michael stood in the center of the small building, in the heat and the stench barely able to see in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. He couldn't see any eggs just more chickens then he ever wanted to see all sitting on shelves looking at him with their beady eyes and discussing him with each other. He knew they were talking about him, it made him nervous, he kept remembering Hitchcock's movie The Birds, but he wasn't sure if there had been any crazed chickens in it. The old man came back in half an hour unlocked the door to let Michael out, when he found out there were no eggs he hit Michael upside his head and called him a stupid damn city boy. It was then Michael discovered he had to actually put his hand under the chickens ass and steal their eggs. The next hour was spent in misery, every time he would reach under a chicken the chicken would start to swear at him, flapping her wings and pecking his arm while he stole the eggs. Michael didn't know who to feel sorry for; himself for being slowly pecked to death by thirty chickens or the chickens who were having their eggs stolen by him. Michael was thoroughly miserable by the time the old man led him back to the porch. He walked slowly across the yard keeping his distance from the cow who he was sure was laughing at him when he stepped in something, slipped his legs going out from under him. He landed hard on his ass in something soft and disgusting. It was fucking cow shit. "You are one sorry ass city boy. Don't you know enough to watch where you walk?" "Your stupid cow shouldn't shit in the yard." "This is Bessy's home, you watch your mouth. She's just doing what comes natural to her, she is a cow you know. Now get over here, you need to be hosed down again." Once again Michael was subjected to a cold water shower in the middle of the farm yard. The farmer led Michael to the porch. "You can stay out here, ya stink to much to let in the house. I'm going to bed - morning comes mighty early in these parts. The swing is comfortable enough to sleep on." He indicated a swing at the far end of the long porch. Michael thought, finally, he'd be able to get away from this guy. Hopefully he'd find his car in the dark. He'd drive to the next town and get someone in authority to bust this asshole's ass. He started to put one foot on the top step when the largest, meanest, dog, with the longest teeth and the yellowest eyes leapt out from under the steps, it's hackles up, lips back, making that "I'm going to rip your throat out growl", it's eyes fixed on Michael's every move. The farmer stuck his head back out the door. "Oh, I see you met Bob, he thinks he's a gator, only comes out from under the porch after dark, sits under there soaking up the heat during the day, like a big ol' gater, but once the sun goes down, he's mighty mean. I'd just sit back on the swing and relax, we'll find the Sheriff in the morning. You can tell him your sad little story then. Michael was forced to sit on the porch swing, not happy with the results of his sleuthing adventure. Sure that Justin and Ethan were plotting more despicable things to hurt Brian. He fell asleep wishing for a shower and something more to eat determined to have the old guy locked up as soon as he could talk to the Sheriff. Brian and Justin both slept in on Sunday. They woke up and made love then spent a leisurely Sunday, Justin painting Brian and Brian lounging in a chaise reading, sneaking peeks at Justin, loving the attention that was being focused on him but never admitting it to his lover. Frequent breaks were necessary during the long day for more intimate pursuits. It was only when they were in bed that night, discussing the day and what the next week would bring did either of them remember Michael. "I wonder when Mikey discovered he was following Ted?" Brian asked as he pulled Justin closer, liking the feel of his body pressing against him. "I don't even want to think about that idiot." "Be nice." "This weekend was great Brian, I feel completely rested and ready for anything." "It has been fun, look at us lying in bed, fresh from our bath, warm and cozy and all we're doing is cuddling --- not that I cuddle - but you know - Anyway no sex just you and I together, talking." "Like an old married couple." "Had to say it didn't you?" "Yep - I tried not to but couldn't resist." "Do you think it's possible Justin, for a couple of queers one with the odd bit of insecurity lurking, to actually have a monogamous relationship?" "Anything's possible Brian, you know, I'm well aware of the difference between tricking and loving someone." "I know Baby, but I also know that you really hate the tricking" "I hate the tricking for me Brian, it's not something I want to do, we've talked about it. What you do is for you to decide, don't ever to try to change the way you are if its for me. You're the one that's important, and how you feel is just as important me as it is to you. It's all about free will Baby, we all have it. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, I'll always love you. That's a given." Justin sat up and straddled Brian's lap, he took his head in his hands and looked deep into Brian's eyes. "You and I are meant to be together, as friends always, as lovers and partner maybe. Don't think about it, don't analyze it, just let your heart take you where it leads, we'll work it out one way or another Brian Lion, one way or another." Justin kissed him softly. Brian knew he was right, with a sigh, he pulled Justin in for another kiss, this one with more passion. "To hell with sleep, we can sleep tomorrow night" he whispered. The two of them spent the next few hours making love varied and often until sleep overtook the two of them. Michael now, he had an interesting day, it didn't go quite like he thought it would have. He woke up at dawn with Bob the dog's face inches from his, foul breath curling his hair it was so bad. Things went downhill from there. The old farmer led him through a day of chore after chore, the highlight of which was weeding an enormous garden. The threat of Bob the dog, and the large shotgun kept Michael busy, hardly giving him time to whine. If he didn't smell before, he sure did by Sunday night where he spent another miserable night trying to sleep on the porch swing listening to Bob pacing the yard and the farmer snore. No matter how often he asked and then demanded to see the Sheriff, the old man just ignored him telling him he'd take him there later. Michael was happy when Monday morning not only brought more sunshine, but the absence of Bob and the arrival of the Sheriff. "Morning" "Sheriff, you've got to save me." Michael started to whine. "Pete, I see you did it again." The Sheriff was addressing the old man who had come out onto the porch. "But Sheriff, this young fella was up to no good. I caught him hanging around Katie's place lookin' in the windows. It's just not right lookin' in windows like that." "Sorry, son, but Pete here means no harm, he needs help is all around the farm, his son moved to the city last year and he can't do it all himself." "He kidnapped me." Michael was indignant. "He just was finding you a place for the weekend to stay out in this fine country air. I'm sure Katies' place was full up. It's become popular this season with the gay boys. They like the romance of old fashioned rooms, cats on the bed and damn big bathtubs." The Sheriff held open the rear door of the squad car. "You get on in here, I'll take you to your car. You just write this up to experience and I'll forget the peeping tom thing that you had goin' there." Michael knew when he was beat. He resignedly climbed into the back of the car. The Sheriff took some time giving Pete a talking too about his method of obtaining farm labor and then drove Michael back to his car. He got in the car and was about to drive off, when he noticed Justin's car pulling out of the driveway up ahead. He couldn't believe his luck, when he got closer to Pittsburgh he planned on calling Brian and having them both confront Justin at Ethan's apartment. The lying little twink couldn't lie is way out of this one. He had a witness that he'd spent the whole weekend with Ethan. Brian and Justin were entering the city limits, enjoying the peace of early morning driving. Justin was satisfied with the few concessions he had from Brian over the weekend about their relationship and Brian was satisfied that he hadn't made any concessions over the weekend about their relationship. In other words it was business as usual. Justin was trying not to beam his happiness, it only made Brian nervous and Brian, who had his hand on Justin's knee during the drive was trying to control the urge to pull over and ravish Justin one last time before they had to get to work and school when Brian's cell phone rang. "Check that would you Baby, it's probably Mikey giving me shit because he followed Ted." Justin pulled the phone out of Brian's pocket and checked, sure enough it was Michael. He nodded to Brian who pulled over to take the call, figuring he might as well get it over with. "Hey Mikey" "Brian, he's still with him, he took him to some place in the country and they fucked their brains out all weekend. I'm following them now, I think they're heading back to Ethan's dump. Meet me there, this time Justin won't be able to lie his way out of this one." "That Justin, he fucked all weekend did he?" He looked at Justin and smirked, Justin shook his head at Brian, Brian was such a big kid sometime. "OK then, this is it, I'm having it out with him one last time. I'll meet you there." Brian disconnected giggling. "I am so going to have your ass over this one Baby, imagine fucking all weekend. Oh, yeah, I was there. Can I have your ass anyway?" "Twat" Justin slapped him upside the head. Brian continued to giggle all the way to Ethan's apartment. He pulled his Jeep up behind Michael's car. Justin and Brian could see Ted and Ethan in a passionate embrace in the front seat of Justin's car, and admittedly the tinted windows did make it hard to actually identify who was kissing. Michael threw open his door, furious, he'd arrived just before Brian and Justin, all he'd registered was the Jeep pulling up behind him, he didn't notice Justin in the passenger side. Leaving his door open he stormed over to Justin's car and ripped open the driver's side reaching in and pulling out Ted, his strength increased in his righteous fury. "What the fuck are you doing Micheal" Ted sputtered "You not only look like shit, you smell like it." Michael was staring in astonishment at Ted who had been joined by Ethan. The two of them standing there arm in arm. "Yeah Mikey, you do have a burr under your ass this morning." Brian drawled. "Michael, I have to say your personal hygiene needs some improvement." Justin smiled unable to resist a dig. Brian wrapped his arm around Justin, "Now Mikey, you were saying something earlier about my boyfriend fucking all weekend. Now just how did you know that." He turned to Justin "Did you tell Mikey what we were doing this weekend." "It's a mystery Brian how your little buddy knew what we were doing." Justin couldn't hold back his trademark smile all he could think of was "Brian said BOYFRIEND, BOYFRIEND, BOYFRIEND. This was sooooo the best weekend ever.