A Family Affair (and so much more)

I never liked kids. Not until Gus. But he's an exception. And I don't just mean that it's because he's Brian's son. I mean he's an exception because he isn't annoying, he isn't always covered in snot and drool, and he isn't bothersome. He actually has a sense of humor, which is pretty wild. In other words, Gus is a pretty cool kid. He's kind of given all kids a second chance in my eyes. Like, maybe they all aren't little irritating, life-sucking brats like Brian's nephews. Maybe one day I might even consider having a kid with Brian. Someday. Jesus Christ, I'm only 19 years old.

Holy shit, I'll be 20 soon. I'll be 20 and then Gus will be three. I've known Brian for almost three years? That's crazy. Three years. I glance over to Brian. He's sitting at the computer typing away like there's no tomorrow. He gets so intense when he's on the computer. But he's busy. He's working on his new ad agency. It's so fuckin' awesome. Brian is just fuckin' awesome. Of course now he's even busier than before. So obviously I bitch about it because it's a talent of mine that I mustn't waste, but I actually do understand. Gus is sitting on my lap, playing with his toddler "lap top." I can't believe someone actually invented a toddler lap top. That is almost scary...like they want to create pod babies or something. But Lindsay and Mel bought him one. Why in the hell did they do that? No fuckin' clue, but it's somehow managed to come along with him in his backpack. Yes, I said backpack. It's become a habit of Lindz & Mel. Once a month, on a Friday, they drop Gus off here and don't return until Sunday evening. I think they are trying to spend as much alone time (read this as "fuck" time) as possible before Mel gets pregnant. Yes, you heard me. Pregnant. Mel wants to get pregnant. So obviously she's not going to ask Brian, though I think she's being an idiot not to. I think she's actually considering Michael, which is scary as hell. No, I think it might be scarier than hell. Well, let's hope Mel's bitchiness overpowers Michael's wimpy, annoying and victimized attitude about life. If not, this kid is going to be fucked. At least Gus was spared. Back to Gus. So since this habit doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon, Brian has decided to do some remodeling. It's actually pretty cool. The apartment below us is empty, so Brian bought it. He then hired a contracter and we're going to make a circular staircase between the two floors. I'm trying to convince Brian to install an elevator too. (In time he'll see I'm right). So downstairs will be Gus' bedroom and a giant playroom. We've already ripped out the kitchen down there. It's going to be awesome. I don't think Gus will ever want to leave. I wouldn't blame him.

The door knocks and I know it's the Mommies coming to collect their little boy. Gus is used to the routine. He kisses us goodnight, Lindz and Mel thank us for watching him, and then the door closes. This is the part when we either A. Crash: exhausted and sleep for 10 hours. B. Fuck. Then crash. However Brian decides, "Let's go out." "No fuckin' way." He shrugs, turning off the computer and heading to the bedroom, "Whatever. I'm going to Babylon." "Fine. I'm staying here." He opens the closet, deciding what to wear, "Oh yeah, doing what?" "Well, if you aren't going to fuck me, then I'll have to get someone who will." I answer. Asshole. He decides on the black shirt and comments, "That somebody better be a fuckin' dildo." I smirk, "No, honey. That would be 'something.' I said someone. That means a person. A thing and a 'one' are different...did they not teach that in public school?" He smirks, taking off his shirt. "Smartass." "Very. But since you don't appreciate it anymore, I guess I'll have to find someone who will." "Shut up." Brian hated when I said shit like that. Which is why I say shit like that. "Have fun in Babylon. Don't worry about me." He turns around to find me sitting on the bed. "So who do you plan to fuck?" "Why do you care?" I ask, leaning back against the pillows. "I'd just like to know who it is I'll be killing in a few hours." I laugh, "After he fucks me? How kind of you." He crawls onto the bed and gently presses his forehead against mine, saying with such a calm tone, "Get your ass out of bed. Get dressed. And get in the fuckin' car. We are going to Babylon." "No." He smiles, "Oh, you thought that was a question. That must be the blonde in you. Get dressed, Justin. We're going to Babylon." "No," I challenge. "I'm staying right here." He breathes in sharply, and I know I'm pissing him off. "Justin." "I'm staying here." I state again, narrowing my eyes. Just try to push me, Brian. He looks at me for a few moments before staring at my mouth. I push my lip out into a beautiful pout. He loves when I pout. It drives him fuckin' wild and all he wants to do is fuck me. Immediately, Brian starts kissing my mouth. But as quickly as he starts, he pulls back, breathing heavily, "Ass in car. Babylon, now." "Fuck me, Brian." I reply, also breathless. He takes hold of my wrists, pressing them against the bed above my head, "We can fuck at Babylon." I struggle, but it's in vain. I keep my stance, "No. Here." He traces my lips with his tongue and my cock hardens. He whispers, his voice tense, "I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk..." "More reason to fuck me here." "I'm not going to fuck you here." He retorts, presses his covered cock against my thigh. "That's what you think," I reply, pushing my own cock against him before kissing his mouth. He pulls back, tightening his grip on my wrists. "Fuck you, you fuckin' tease." I laugh, "You love it." "We're going to Babylon." He states, nuzzling my neck. Shivers soar down my spine and I moan quietly. He smiles, thinking he's won, "Get dressed. We're going to Babylon." "Fuck you, Brian. I'm staying right here...with you." I answer, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stares me down, then smiles wickedly, "You don't want to stay here, Justin." I grin, "You don't scare me, Brian." He licks my earlobe, "That's because you just don't know any better," he whispers. I bite my lip, I'm so hard I might explode in my pants. Must stay strong. "You want to fuck me, Brian..." "I am going to fuck you...in the back room of Babylon." Not if I can help it. I arch my back, exposing my throat to him, which he can't ignore. He immediately starts kissing my neck, throat, collar bone...anything he can reach without letting go of my wrists. The competition has begun. Who will win? Brian's mission: Get me so hot and horny that I have no choice but to go to Babylon with him so that he can finish me off in the backroom. My mission: Get Brian so hot and horny that he won't make it past the door and have him fuck me right here in our bed. Let the games begin.