Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 14
“Where am I?” Michael stammered, holding on to a support wire in his rounded prison.
“Beats me.” Frances grinned. He wasn’t going to make things easy for the human. He was Wahjee after all. The stink of fear permeated the birdcage. “What were you doing last?”
“I, I was talking to my friend, Brian, in his office. Am I dead? Was there an earthquake?” Michael looked around. “This place, it smells like my mom’s old canary cage.”
“Interesting that you’d know what a canary cage smells like.” Frances snorted “And to think that until now, I managed to go without that knowledge.”
Jennifer felt the added weight and smelled the slight smell of ozone when Michael had appeared. She knew that it wasn’t going to be something good. Cautiously she peeked under the cage cover. It was Brian’s friend that had been slung into the cage. She pulled her car over and jumped out. She didn’t need to be overheard when she called the handsome boyfriend of her son.
“Brian, it’s Jennifer Taylor.” Jennifer began. “You didn’t happen to have zapped your friend in with Frances did you?” she tried to smile, but it wasn’t showing in her voice.
“Shit, I’m sorry Jennifer, he just pissed me off and I reacted. I know better.” He paused. “How did you find out?”
“I’m taking Frances to New York, I thought you knew.”
“Shit,” he repeated. “I’ll zap him out of there. Sorry.”
“I suggest you do so quickly. He is chatting with Frances.”
“I’ll do it. And Jennifer, thanks for the warning. I don’t suppose you can keep this quiet can you. Justin will never let me forget.”
These words made Jennifer smile. Brian did care about what Justin thought. “I always found dear, that keeping secrets never works out. I’d suggest you tell him when you get a chance.”
“Point taken. Thanks.” Brian hung up, sighed and leaned back in his chair before concentrating and zapping Michael back to where he’d been sitting.
“Michael, I don’t want to hear you say shit like that again. Justin is important to me and if you want to stay my friend, you’ll remember that fact.” Brian carried on as if nothing had happened.
Michael, sprawled on the chair he’d been sitting on, looked around Brian’s office, terrified. He jumped up and turned around, his voice squealing deep inside of him like some kind of wild teakettle boiling on the stovetop.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brian asked, doing his best to look concerned. “Are you having some kind of seizure?”
“I was in a birdcage.” Michael began. “With, with that cousin of Justin’s.”
“Michael, when was this? Last night? This morning?” Brian’s voice was soothing.
“NO, NOW, I WAS IN A BIRDCAGE AND IT WAS MOVING AND JUSTIN’S COUSIN WAS THERE AND IT SMELLED LIKE MOM’S OLD CANARY CAGE.”
“Jesus, when you flip out, you don’t fool around.” Brian got up and went to his friend. “Maybe you’ve been staying up too late getting the comic book store off the ground. Do you want me to call Vic or someone to come and get you?”
Michael shut his eyes and allowed himself to be steered back to the chair he’d been in. He sat down gingerly, his ass still ached where he’d landed on the floor of the birdcage. “I was there Brian, it really happened.”
“Michael, you’ve been in my office for the last fifteen minutes ranting about my boyfriend.”
The word boyfriend was enough to distract Michael. “You don’t do boyfriends.” He began.
“Actually I apparently do.” Brian was satisfied he’d changed the subject. “Justin is my boyfriend, though I do think that since I’m long out of high school, another descriptive word could be found. Though I’m not sure I like partner; it sounds rather business like, and what I have with Justin is much more fun that business.” He grinned at his friend.
“But he’s so much younger than you are.” Michael began again, all thoughts of birdcages faded from his mind. “He’s a kid, for gawd sake.”
“He’s mine.” Brian’s words were final. He walked around his desk and sat back down. “I’d suggest you remember that Mikey.” The warning again was made very clear.
When Michael finally left, Brian sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. He never used magic for just the reason that had happened. He’d learned at a very early age that he was more powerful than most Wahjee and the forces he could summon to do his bidding were potent.
Michael headed to the diner when he left Brian’s office. He was still shaken from his daymare, as he was beginning to call what had happened to him. Torso loomed ahead so he stopped in to see Emmett. His friend was always cheerful and full of life.
“Hey Michael.” Emmett cooed as he gave him a brief kiss before hanging up something bright and purple with red streaks. “My, don’t you look a fright. Sit down and take a load off, Em is hear and willing to listen.”
“I just saw Brian.” Michael began. “He says Justin is his boyfriend.”
“Interesting, but old news.” Emmett picked up another shirt to hang, this one see through and bright orange.
“He doesn’t do boyfriends.” Michael grumbled.
“That’s because he never found anyone interesting enough to be his boyfriend.” Emmett grinned. “Though there were plenty in the wings waiting, moi included.” He pointed to himself. “Ah well, a gay boy can but dream.”
“I was in a birdcage.” Michael blurted out. “With Justin’s cousin.”
“Oh, really?” Emmett looked at Michael and shook his head. “Dear, you shouldn’t do drugs from someone you don’t know. You just don’t know what’s in that shit.”
“I didn’t.” Michael looked gloomy. “I was in Brian’s office and we were talking and the next thing I know I’m lying on the floor of a stinking bird cage and then I’m back in the office.”
“Sounds like some bad acid to me.” Emmett shook his head. “I heard there was some going around, but I didn’t think you actually took acid. Who knew you were so daring.” He smiled and patted Michael’s shoulder.
“It fucking happened.” Michael’s voice had taken on an air of desperation.
“Of course it did.” Emmett gave his friend a hug and rolled his eyes. “Now why don’t you go to the diner and get yourself a nice cup of tea. I’ll stop in on my break and we’ll talk.”
“Okay.” Michael stood up and headed out the door. “It did happen.” He mumbled to himself.
By the time Emmett was able to break away from Torso, Michael was in full voice at the diner. He walked in to hear. “And I was in this giant birdcage with Justin’s cousin. He was all covered in feathers. I could feel the cage swinging; it was almost like being on a ride at the carnival. And then the next thing I know I’m back in Brian’s office on the chair.” He paused for breath.
“Hi Teddy, I see Michael is telling you about his little adventure.” Emmett pushed into the booth beside his friend. “Deb.” He smiled up at the waitress who was looking at her son with concern.
“Michael honey, maybe you should take some time off.” She began. “You’ve been working too hard.” She felt his forehead.
“Boys.” Brian said as he strolled through the door. “Deb.” He kissed her cheek. “Move Mikey, I want to sit on the inside.”
“Why do you always have to sit there?” Michael whined like he always did.
“Because I’ve been sitting there for sixteen years, why change a good thing?” Brian drawled, settling himself. “The usual Deb.” He ordered.
“Brian, did you notice anything unusual when Michael was in your office?” she asked.
“Other than he had a spaz attack, no.” Brian leaned forward. “And you have to admit guys, that isn’t unusual.” He chuckled.
“This isn’t funny Brian. It really happened.” Michael looked on the verge of tears.
“Of course it did Mikey.” Brian patted his hand. “Now can we get some lunch here. I don’t have all day.”
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“So Georgie, what do you think?” Emmett asked his older boyfriend and love of his life, as they lay entwined on George’s large bed.
George was glad Emmett couldn’t see his face, he’d known immediately what had happened. Everyone was talking about Frances in the bird cage and no one quite knew what to do about it. Justin hadn’t broken any Wahjee laws, but Frances had. There was the possibility of a tribunal to settle the whole thing. “I’m sure your friend thinks he was in a birdcage Baby, but really, it isn’t all that likely.”
“I know, but to have a nervous breakdown, well to think he was in a birdcage,” Emmett didn’t know what to say.
“Strange things happen to the mind when one is under stress.” George patted Emmett’s shoulder. He thought of his own wife and smiled to himself. Some women learn their lessons and some don’t.
“Georgie, you’re so good for me.” Emmett sighed. “I can well and truly say, that the time I spend with you is the best ever.”
“I wish it would never end.” George’s voice was sad. “I’m not getting any younger, I’m afraid I won’t have much time with you.”
“Don’t talk like that.” Emmett shivered. “My old auntie always said to never look a gift horse in the mouth. And I for one, don’t plan on it. You are mine for as long as we have together. I expect it will be a lot longer than you think.”
“Baby, you are such a romantic old thing.” George smiled as he pulled Emmett closer. “I wish we’d had years and years together. I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you.”
“I’m glad you waited.” Emmett smiled. “We make a lovely couple, don’t you think?”
“Yes we do.” George couldn’t help but think how much he’d missed with the boy in his arms. “I’ll look after you even after I’m gone Baby, don’t you worry about anything.”
“Georgie, you know I’m not with you because of your money don’t you?” Emmett sat up slightly to look at his lover directly. “I could never do something like that.”
“I know Baby, and that’s what makes you special. You’re the one person in my life who loves me for me.” He reached out and cupped Emmett’s chin. “That’s why I want to make sure you’re looked after. I have so much money, there’s going to be one hell of a fight after I’m gone. I’ve transferred a few things into your name now, just to be on the safe side and I want to give you this.” He took a chain from around his neck that held a key.
“The key to your heart?” Emmett joked.
“The key to the real me.” George said. “I want you to have the house and its contents. This key is to the front door. The address is inscribed on the key. I’ve made all the arrangements for the place to be in your name. When I’m gone, I want this place to be the refuge for you as it was for me. No one other than you knows about this, well my lawyer, but he’s been a friend since childhood. If there are any problems, you be sure to contact him.”
“Georgie, I don’t like you talking this way.” Emmett’s eyes were filled with tears as he fingered the key.
“Just take it. The place meant everything to me and so do you. I want you to have it. If you’re not comfortable going there now, wait until I’m gone. And then when you want to feel me, you’ll be able to do so at our special place.” George smiled a lopsided smile and kissed Emmett’s tears away before placing the chain around the younger man’s neck.
“Let’s dance Georgie, I want to dance and forget all of this talk about leaving. I’ll never leave you ever.” Emmett jumped off the bed and headed for the entertainment center.
“I’ll always be with you too Baby, even if it’s from another plane.” George wrapped his arms around Emmett as they swayed to the music.
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“Brian, why did you put Michael in with Frances?” Justin asked. “Mom about had a cow.”
“He pissed me off. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Brian leaned forward, he was shaving and hated being distracted by a certain naked blond.
“Well he’s freaking all over about it.” Justin continued to dry off, making sure he was extra slow, knowing Brian was watching him through the mirror.
“Would you stop that?” Brian asked after a specially suggestive wiggle that resulted in a razor nick. He turned and glared at Justin, who went to him and hugged him tightly, his tongue licking the spot of blood. “Don’t do that, it could be dangerous.”
“You’re negative.” Justin purred. “I saw your last test results and you’ve only been doing me ever since. I’m negative because I’ve only ever done you.”
“That’s not true.” Brian began.
“Which part, me or you?” Justin asked, his hand now cupping Brian’s balls, tugging on them gently.
“Both.” Brian gasped.
“I don’t fuck around Brian.” Justin’s tongue circled Brian’s nipple, nipping at it, causing him to shiver. “I don’t want to, so I don’t. Besides why have someone less than the best when I can have the best. I do have the best.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.” Brian moaned, his head back, his cock rock hard and thrusting forward; eager to be surrounded by Justin’s hot mouth or even better, his ass.
“I know you.” Justin said as he sunk to his knees, taking Brian’s cock into his mouth at the same time.
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Ethan stood on the corner near the Liberty Avenue diner and played his violin. He didn’t need to be a busker, but it was a great way to let his musical instrument find Justin. If the blond was anywhere in the vicinity, the music would find him.
The atmosphere was especially good for sound to travel and it did with the help of the magical spell the Hobbes family had placed. Music drifted up and around, overcoming traffic and other city noises. It travelled a block, even two, until it was able to work its way into the open window of the top loft on Tremont Ave. Eventually finding Justin’s ears as he knelt on the floor, Brian’s cock in his mouth.
Brian knew immediately that something was wrong. He didn’t hear violin music. But rather, he felt an evil miasma fill the room. Justin stopped what he was doing and stood up, his eyes glassy. He could hear the siren call of the violin. “I’ve got to go.” He mumbled, turning away from Brian. “I, I need to go to the diner.”
“Justin, stop.” Brian put his hand on the blond’s shoulder. He knew Justin was under a spell, though he couldn’t figure out how in hell anything had reached him, now and in the loft. And then he noticed the open window. Leaving Justin, he ran over and slammed it shut. “Justin.” His voice soft, but strong.
“Brian?” Justin said looking confused, as he stood in the bedroom, naked, the taste of Brian’s cock in his mouth. “Why are you over there?”
“We need to talk.” Brian said. He looked over at Killer, who was pacing back and forth in front of the window, unsure of how to guard his owner against the evil he could smell and taste. Ty glared from his perch high above them, on guard as always, but unable to act against an invisible foe.
Ethan growled deep in his throat when he felt the string of persuasion snap and his music reeled back toward him. He stopped playing in a cacophony of wild sound, earning him glares from nearby walkers. Not daring to linger, in case he’d been discovered seeking Justin out, Ethan quickly gathered his things and prepared to leave.
“Oh Ethan, did we miss you playing?” It was Lindsay and Melanie, pushing Gus in a stroller.
Gus glared up at the violinist. “Bad man, hurt my Jus.” He said clearly, though as usual, everyone ignored him except his Wah cat. Doug bristled, prepared to defend his young charge against this evil human. No one noticed that the stuffed toy Gus had been carrying was now alive and on guard.
“I like to practice with an audience.” Ethan said. “This works for me. I can practice and earn a couple of dollars at the same time. I never did thank you Lindsay, for coming to my recital the other day.
“We were going to come anyway, but it was Justin’s birthday, the blond we were with, do you remember him?”
“Of course. Justin attends PIFA with me. Well not really with me, since I’m a music scholar and he’s an artist.”
“You’re both artists in your own way.” Lindsay smiled.
“What a cute kid.” Ethan said, leaning forward to touch Gus.
Doug reached out, slashing the man’s hand with all of his strength, claws extended. What happened next was almost too fast for anyone who was observing.
Ethan reached out to grab Doug, his hand dripping blood, his voice filled with venom. He accidentally knocked Gus to one side, while Michael, who’d come out of the diner, began to talk to Lindsay and Melanie, distracting them from the melee. There was an audible pop and all was silent. Doug stuck her pink tongue out and licked Gus’s finger, shaking her head no. Ethan and his violin were gone. Doug went back to being a toy and Gus began to cry. He’d been bad and he knew it. His daddy was going to be angry.
“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Melanie asked, picking Gus up to comfort him. She looked around, “Ethan must have had to leave.” She said, though Lindsay wasn’t really listening; she was too busy checking Gus over.
“He’s very fast, I didn’t see him go.” Lindsay looked at Michael. “Michael, did you see Ethan leave?”
“I think Gus sent him away.” Michael looked at the child. “I bet he’s in some birdcage. It’s been happening a lot lately.”
“Very funny, Michael.” Melanie glared. “We don’t need your sarcasm.” She looked at Lindsay. “I told you he wouldn’t work.”
“Wouldn’t work for what?” Michael asked, looking from on to the other. “Hey, what’s wrong with the kid? Why’s he screaming like that?”
“He’s crying not screaming. He’s upset about something.”
“Ma would give him a smack.” Michael said. “She always did for me. Michael, if you’re going to cry you might as well have something to cry about.” He laughed.
“Reason number two why it won’t happen.” Melanie said. “Don’t you have to be somewhere Michael, hassling Brian or something?”
Putting a now hiccupping Gus back in the stroller with his stuffed cat, the two women headed for the diner, leaving Michael standing on the sidewalk beside a rather junky looking empty violin case.
Ethan slammed onto his back, doing his best to protect the violin he held now in both hands. For a moment he was dazed, then he looked around. “Where am I?” he asked.
“For fuck sake, this is getting old.” Frances muttered. “Is this the only thing you guys know how to do?”
“Where am I?” Ethan repeated. Wherever it was, it was strange. He could hear a car motor and the room felt like it was moving. It was round and there looked to be bars closely spaced around the circumference.
“Where do you think?” Frances giggled, slightly hysterical. “You’re in a fucking birdcage where all the boys who piss off Kinney and his gang go.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ethan stood up, though the floor he was on was tilted slightly. “Who are you? How did I get here? I have some pretty powerful friends. You better not be fucking with me. When my friends, the Hobbes find out I’ve been kidnapped, you all are going to be sorry.”
“Oh, you know Chris Hobbes and his father Zane?” Frances almost laughed. “It fucking figures.”
“Frances dear, if you’re trying to talk to me, I really can’t hear you over the motor. You’ll have to wait until I stop the car.” The words were loud in the small cage.
“Who is that?” Ethan whispered, looking around.
“That would be Justin’s mother.” Frances snickered. “My auntie Jen. She’s taking me back to New York. Hey, can you play that thing?” he pointed to the violin. “Play me a tune. It’s fucking boring in this cage.”
“I’m not some freak who plays on demand for just anyone.” Ethan glared, his bravado in full force. “I don’t believe you that we’re in a bird cage. For one thing I’m five foot ten, I wouldn’t fit.”
“Five foot ten, in your dreams banjo boy. Five seven maybe, in heels.” Frances snorted. “So ever seen New York?”
“Of course I have.”
“But have you ever seen New York from a bird cage?” he snickered. “The facilities are meagre I have to admit. And other than swinging on that swing up there, there isn’t much to do unless you can talk someone into loading movies into the Ipod. I’ve seen the one in there at least a dozen times. I don’t recommend it.”
“There’s no bathroom.” Ethan looked around. “There has to be a bathroom, every apartment has one.”
“What part of bird cage didn’t you understand?”
“I refuse to fall in with your delusions.” Ethan turned up his nose and stood, looking away from his fellow captive.
Jennifer, suspecting something, pulled over at the next rest stop. She was almost afraid to look. This undertaking wasn’t supposed to be fun. But she shouldn’t have to be faced with humans being popped in and out of the damn birdcage. When she got back, Justin and Brian were going to feel the wrath of her tongue. She didn’t want to look under the cover so instead she listened. Sure enough, there was definitely someone in there with Frances.
Her lips set firmly closed in displeasure. She once again got out of the car and called Brian. “Brian Kinney, why is there someone else in the damn birdcage with Frances. This is not funny.”
“Jen, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Brian still had his hands full with a confused Justin. He’d been trying to explain to the blond that someone was still out to get him.”
“Then I need to find Justin. Obviously he wasn’t satisfied with just making his cousin’s life miserable.”
“Jen, he’s right here with me. Neither one of us has gone anywhere. Even Ty and Killer are here watching us as usual.”
“I don’t understand Brian. There truly is another person in with Frances. I don’t know what to do. I think he’s human too. I get no feeling of Wahjee from him.”
“What does he look like?” Brian asked, his curiosity aroused. He hoped Michael hadn’t somehow managed to get popped back with some kind of weird human ricochet effect he didn’t know about.
“I’m afraid to look.” Jennifer admitted. “This is becoming too much for me. Perhaps I should just bring them back and let the two of you deal with what ever or who ever is under the cage cover.”
“Jennifer, please look, but be careful. It could be a trap that Frances has somehow set.”
Jennifer sighed heavily to show her displeasure. Brian grinned to himself. No doubt Justin had received his drama queen tendencies from his mother. “Hold on, I’ll look.”
It wasn’t going to be easy, so Jennifer thought to herself fuck it and ripped off the cover, to find herself looking down at a screaming hysterical young man with a violin, lying on his back and an amused nephew.
“Good one auntie Jen.” Frances giggled. “Now I’m stuck with an even more annoying asshole than before. You might want to mention to Justin that he’s going to get into trouble if he keeps doing this.”
“Bite me Frances.” She said, covering up the cage again.
“Brian, there’s a scruffy looking young man inside with some kind of fuzz on his chin. He’s holding a violin and he’s not taking it well that he’s in the birdcage. I did mention he was human, didn’t I?”
“Fuck that’s Ethan Gold, he goes to PIFA with Justin.” Brian looked down at Justin who was wrapped around him listening to the phone conversation. “Did you put him in the cage?”
“When would I have done that and better yet, why would I?” Justin was confused.
“Jen, we’ll have to get back to you on this. I hope your nephew’s wife doesn’t mind two birds. At least this one can make some kind of music.” He snickered. “If you don’t mind cat squalls.”
After he hung up., Brian said to Justin. “As much as I’d like to fuck you, I think we’d better go find out why the fiddler is in with Frances. It doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“I know it doesn’t, but let’s face it Brian. If we spend half an hour fucking, what difference will it make to Ethan and we’ll both be in a better frame of mind to be detectives.” Justin looked at him and batted his eyelashes while wiggling suggestively against Brian’s towel wrapped body.
“Good point witch boy.” Brian swept him up in his arms to Justin’s delight and carried him to the bed where he dropped him.
“Hey, you could break me dropping me like that.” Justin protested.
“I never break my toys.” Brian’s grin was mischievous. He pounced on Justin like he was Ty.
“They’re doing it again.” Killer said to Ty, looking up for the cat who seemed to haunt the rafters. “Hey where are you?”
“Right here.” Ty jumped down from the back of the sofa. “For a dog, you aren’t very observant.” He looked toward the bedroom that was filled with deep moans and heavy breathing. “Want to have some fun?” he asked Killer.
“Okay.” Killer was always ready for something to break the boredom of living in the loft.
“Gus is coming to visit.”
“Oh I like Gus, we play horsie.” Killer’s ears perked up and he ran to the loft door and back again.
“Calm down, you stupid dog. He’s not here yet. Doug says he was the one who put the bad guy in with Frances.”
“You talked to Doug, where is he?” Killer began to search, nose to the ground. Ty rolled his eyes before finding a patch of sunlight to lay down in.
Killer,finally convinced there wasn’t another cat in the loft, lay down beside the now stretched out cat. “If you’re done making an idiot of yourself, I’ll continue what I was saying.” Ty said with a sigh, his eyes closed, he loved the warmth the sun brought in.
“Gus and his mothers are on their way. They’ll be here any minute. I thought we should unlock the door and let them watch those two.” He moved his head toward the bedroom. “It should be fun.”
“I can’t unlock the door.” Killer said, his black fur absorbed the heat quickly, he spread himself as long as he could on his belly, rear feet behind him, front ones extended. In his favorite frog pose. “I don’t know how.“ He sighed. “I don’t think it’s fun watching them breed. They do it all wrong most of the time and the little one never gets to be the top dog.
Ty climbed on top of the now hot dog fur and stretched full length on him. He was useful as a heat source and Ty rather enjoyed it when Killer cooperated as a mattress.
“I can unlock the door. Shut up and watch and listen. And don’t move. It’s only Gus and his mommies coming through the door. Top dog” he muttered under his breath. “Dumb dog is more like it.”
“Why aren’t they answering?” Melanie asked. “I can hear them in there.”
“Maybe they’re busy.” Lindsay leaned over and tried the door. “Oh, the door’s unlocked, we might as well go in.”
Gus put his hands over his eyes. Didn’t they know his daddy was having private time with his Jus.
He was wheeled over the threshold and he looked up for the familiar birdcage to see if both his little men would be there, fingers spread but still over his eyes, but the cage was gone. Eyes wide, he knew he was in big trouble, worse than before.
Lindsay, being especially dense about the noises coming from the bedroom, walked up the stairs. “OH MY GAWD” she squealed, running back down, but when she did, she turned toward the window, stepped on Killer’s tail and fell against the large cat covered dog.
Melanie stood there stunned as she watched Brian and Justin, both naked, sweaty and panting, run down to see why Killer was ki yiking, Lindsay was screaming, and Gus was bawling.
Brian removed all of Ty’s claws from Lindsay, patted Killer on the head, patted Lindsay on the shoulder and walked back to the bedroom to find some pants.
Justin picked up Gus, realized he was naked, thrust Gus at Melanie and bolted for the bedroom to find pants. Both Brian and Justin stared at one another as Brian fumbled to remove a filled condom from his now half mast cock. They stared back at Gus who was crying loudly and pointing to the empty hook that had held the birdcage and Frances. He used to like to play with his little man toy.
“GUS.” They shouted as the realization hit that it was Gus who had somehow managed to put Ethan in with Frances.
Dressed, they strolled down to the still crying Gus and slightly hysterical Lindsay, Ty and Killer who stood glaring at each other. Melanie had an open beer in her hand, already half gone.
Brian picked up his Wah cat. Justin picked up Gus.
“So Ladies, what’s new?” Brian drawled as he placed Ty up on top of the bookcase.
Gus leaned into Justin’s neck. “Bad man hurt my Jus, me put him in bad man cage.” He whispered. “Me sorry.”
“That’s okay little guy.” Justin smiled, pleased with the strength of force Gus had and his instinctive good. Rather than make Ethan a grease spot on the pavement, his little Wahjee had chosen to do something less harmful. Justin kissed Gus’ forehead. “Justin and Daddy will fix things.”
“We want Justin’s sperm.” Melanie managed to say between swallows.
“Oh.” Brian looked at Justin who looked back at Brian. “Oh.” Both were speechless.
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