Midnight Whispers
QAF Brian and Justin Fanfiction

 

 

Brian's POV

Justin had managed once again to make me hate myself less and understand I made a mistake. I was only human and sometimes a shitty parent. Parents learned all through their life.

When we moved back inside, we found Gus at the kitchen table, staring at the phone in his hands. My phone. I knew what he was seeing—his face. I had a picture of him as my display image.

When he heard us coming in, he turned, rushing over.

If Justin wasn't squeezing my hand, I'd have probably crumbled down.

Instead of running into my arms, Gus came crashing into Justin. He hugged him tightly around the waist, eyeing me apprehensively through his lashes.

"I'm sorry I screamed at you, Sonny Boy." It was such a feeble excuse, and I hated having to say it. I shouldn't have screamed to begin with.

Gus nodded, still not letting go of Justin.

Justin gave me a reassuring smile. He'd told me it might not be easy to regain Gus's trust, but he had the perfect idea.

"Do you want ice cream, Gussy?" He stroked a hand through my son's hair, smiling down at him.

It surprised me that Gus allowed Justin to call him that ridiculous, childish nickname. He'd flat out refused to acknowledge us when we called him Gussy ever since he was six. Trust Justin to get Gus to accept that nickname even at ten years old. And the silly nickname went both ways. Only Gus was allowed to call Justin 'Jus' and survive.

I marveled at how well they got along, being bounded by fate, dare I say at the risk of sounding like a dyke.

Gus's wide eyes moved from Justin to me. "Am I allowed?"

I was about to ask what for, then I remembered the ice cream promise. "Of course."

Justin pulled Gus at arm's length. "Why don't you go upstairs with your dad and choose a movie? I'll bring the ice cream."

He pouted. "Can't we choose the movie together? Dad can bring the ice cream, right?"

I tried not to let it show how it hurt to be dismissed like that.

Justin squeezed my hand harder, as if knowing what I was feeling. Of course he knew.

"He doesn't know the special touching to make it yummy." Justin winked.

Even Gus could read through his bullshit. "Okay," he mumbled in defeat. "But don't take too long."

"Go right up, Gus. I'm right behind you," I said, as he quickly disappeared into the hallway.

"It will be okay. You'll see." Justin cupped my cheeks, smiling. "Go, choose something nice to watch, and I'll bring the ice cream. Do you want mint sprinkles on yours?"

"And chocolate syrup." I pecked his mouth, rubbing my thumb on the side of his neck. "I love you."

He gave me his sunniest smile. "I love you more." Kissing me deeply, he walked me backwards out of the kitchen. "Now go, before I decide to keep you here and have my dirty way with you." His palm landed swiftly on my ass, while he laughed.

"Silly twat." I tugged him closer, making him stumble, before I crashed my lips to his. I couldn't get enough of him, but he was right. We had Gus upstairs. It wasn't the time to get lost in each other.

Gus was in the entertainment room, but instead of looking through DVD cases, he was curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the shut TV.

I sat next to him carefully. He glanced at me, and before he moved to shift away, I proved I was quicker. I pulled him on my lap, hugging him tightly to my chest, trying to ignore the way he tensed up.

"I'm so sorry, Gus. You know I didn't mean what I said. I love you so much." I squeezed him closer.

He sighed heavily, burrowing into me, as his small frame shook with his sobs.

I rubbed his back soothingly, thinking what a shitty dad I was. I had no idea how to be mad at a child, how to explain it wasn't okay what he'd done without screaming and scaring him in the process. I didn't know how to use discipline.

"Can I stay here for a few days? Please, Dad. Don't take me back."

"Did something happen back home? Did you have a fight with your moms? Your sister?"

"No. I just missed you." He emphasized his statement with wrapping arms around my neck. "I don't see you enough. Please." He looked at me pleadingly.

"Is there another reason why you want to stay here, besides missing us?" I knew him, because he was a mini version of me.

"Well…" There we go. "You and Jus always allow me to do or say or even eat all kinds of stuff I'm not allowed home. Like, eating ice cream in winter, or going out with my jacket unzipped, or even saying 'crap' without my head being bitten off. You won't snap at me if I don't say 'please' or 'thank you'. You let me eat while watching TV…"

"Okay, I get it. We're a bad influence." I chuckled, kissing his head.

"No! You're the best, Dad!" He hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek soundly. "I love you. And I'm sorry for scaring all of you."

"Just promise it won't happen again. You don't want to give your old man a heart attack, do you?"

"I promise." He beamed, keeping his arms around my neck.

"Good. I'll call Linz later and let her know you're staying until the weekend. Consider yourself kidnapped for five whole days." I planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

Justin appeared in the doorway with a tray and three bowls of ice cream on it. "Who's ready for dessert?"

Gus smirked, before returning my kiss on my right temple. I couldn't be happier knowing we were all right. I'd been scared out of my mind thinking I lost him.

"We're ready!" he declared loudly.

Justin sat next to me, handing out our bowls. Our fingers brushed when I took my bowl, and I couldn't help but match his silly smile. Trust Justin to bring these lesbianic feelings out of me.

"Yum!" Gus dived into his ice cream without much stalling, moaning like he was eating gourmet.

I pinched his side. "How do you say?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Dad."

Justin eyed us curiously, his lips tugged up in a smile. "Aren't we watching anything?"

"I haven't decided yet," Gus explained, between spoonfuls of ice cream.

"Easy there. If we send you back with a sore throat, your moms will have my balls. Or ball," I added under my breath.

Justin threw me a scandalized look, knocking his knee into mine. "We have the new Transformers movie. You want to watch that?"

"Haven't seen the first one, either." Gus shrugged, more concentrated on polishing his bowl. "I'm not into robots."

I couldn't help but snort out. "That's good to know, son. You can narrow it to girls or boys."

Justin bumped into my knee again. "They're not robots. Don't you like cars? It has cars, really smart cars." He was still trying to sell the movie to Gus.

"Talking cars? A car named Bumblebee? Seriously, Jus. I'm ten, not three!"

My husband looked seriously gutted, and I couldn't even feel sorry for him. He hadn't found anyone in our group of friends to share his love for that stupid movie. Not even Michael, which meant the movie was truly stupid. I watched it once, because Justin dragged me to the theatre when it first came out. Of course, we spent most of the time making out, even though his eyes kept going to the screen, only to close when I slid my hand inside his pants.

"What about the movie Cars? You know, the animated one."

Gus sighed dramatically. "Disney movies are overrated." He put his now empty ice cream bowl aside, focusing on Justin. "There's this cool new actor – Jason Statham. He has awesome movies. Have you seen Transporter? And there's this new one, Crank! But moms won't let me watch these. Too much violence, they said."

I smiled widely, meeting Justin's eyes above Gus's head. "Yup, he's my son," I mouthed.

Justin sighed in defeat. "Action movies are to the right." He pointed to our DVDs.

"Seriously? We can watch movies with violence? Awesome!" Gus rushed over to select a movie.

"But it will be our secret, Sonny Boy," I said loudly. The munchers were likely to kill both Justin and me if they caught wind of this.

oOo

Gus's impromptu visit didn't change our Thanksgiving plans. We still went to Debbie's for dinner, where she went into full grandma mode. We didn't even know we had a kid that evening, all thanks to Debbie and her coddling.

He accompanied us to what could be Daphne's last ultrasound before she gave birth. The traitor even proclaimed he liked the name Alannah for a girl, and he stuck with Trevor for a boy. I sincerely hoped we were having a girl.

On his last day in Pittsburgh, Gus managed to convince me to play tennis.

The house had a tennis court only because it had been part of Justin's dream home. It wasn't my favorite sport, but I couldn't say no to him.

Every time I indulged Justin, I knew we ended up naked on the court within the first set. This time it was impossible to do so.

Running after that small green ball all over the court made me lose anything I might have put on at Debbie's dinner. Surprisingly, Justin preferred to stay on the side and draw than join us.

By dinner time, I was beat, but so was Gus. I was looking forward to him sleeping soundly. I knew he'd be gone tomorrow and I'd miss him terribly, but I also missed falling asleep naked with Justin.

When we were done eating, I sent Gus to his room, promising I'd be right there to kiss him good night.

Being right there had to wait. I made the mistake to offer washing the dishes. Instead of helping me, Justin kept brushing against my ass like he was in heat.

"Either bend over the table so I can fuck you, or cut it out! You're driving me crazy."

"It's been three days," he whined, pushing his boner against my ass.

"We have a kid under our roof," I reminded him, trying to show some self-control.

"And we will have one permanently soon enough. Is our sex life going to disappear? Poof?"

I burst out laughing. "Poof?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing at him.

"Poof," he repeated seriously. His hands undid my string, pushing my shorts down my legs with an appreciative moan, before taking two handfuls of my ass.

I expected him to kneel and suck me off, but the little shit had other ideas.

"What are you doing?" I didn't sound as stern as I wished. My breath hitched when Justin pressed one saliva coated finger into my hole.

"Don't mind me. You finish washing the dishes."

"Justin, we talked about this." I nearly dropped the glass when his nail grazed my prostate.

"Relax. I'm not going to fuck you." He slid to the floor, spreading my cheeks and blowing warm air over my hole. "I'm only going to drive you crazy."

My hands started shaking, and when I felt his tongue at my entrance I knew washing the dishes had to wait if we still wanted everything unbroken.

Fuck. Damn his talented tongue.

Shutting off the water, I rested my elbows on the edge of the sink, pushing my ass closer to his mouth, succumbing to the amazing feeling. Between his fingers and tongue, I was on the edge sooner than I expected.

That was when Justin turned me around, engulfing my dick in his mouth.

"Shit. Oh, fuck!" I fisted my hands in his hair as he bobbed his head, swallowing around me.

I let my head fall back, letting the tingling sensation spread over my body as he brought me closer and closer to what seemed to be an overwhelming orgasm. I lost control of the filter brain-mouth, saying all kinds of dirty things I knew affected him as much as me.

Since my blood was down to my cock, it took me a few moments to hear Gus saying something about being thirsty.

"FUCK."

He was in the doorway, staring at us in confusion.

I wasn't sure how Justin managed to pull my pants up without me flashing my own son a piece of my steel hard dick; which was now screaming at me for being parted from Justin's throat. I wanted to cry. I'd been so close…yet so far.

I couldn't take my eyes off Gus, knowing he'd probably seen too much. But for my life, I couldn't talk. The head on my shoulder wasn't functioning properly at the moment.

Justin looked like he wanted to magically disappear. His whole face was red, redder than I'd ever seen it.

"What's going on?" Gus asked suspiciously, his eyes moving from mine to Justin's as if searching the correct answer. I hoped he never found it.

Justin laughed nervously, high and breathy, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your dad dropped his pants. Loose string. I was helping him pull them up."

At least, his brain was working well enough to come up with a feeble excuse.

"Oh, really? I thought I heard Dad moaning. Then I saw…" He frowned, glancing to my groin.

"You didn't see anything!" I turned to the fridge, opening the door. Thank fuck for the cool air. I snatched a bottle of water, then closed it. "Here. Your water."

He took the bottle, still watching us suspiciously. When he was back in the doorway, and I was sure it was over, he turned around, eyes wide.

Now what?

"Was that an intimate moment I shouldn't have seen? Mom told me to knock before going in their room. Remember, the incident I told you about? But this is the kitchen… I didn't knock."

Why is he trying to find logic in this fucked-up situation? "It's all right, Sonny Boy. Not all…intimate moments happen in the bedroom. Well, not around here. I can't speak for your moms."

"Brian!" Justin hissed, watching me with huge, blue eyes. "We're really sorry you had to see that. Don't mention it to anyone, especially your moms."

"Sure. Really, I'm sorry," Gus mumbled.

"I'll be with you in a sec, to tuck you in," I promised as he disappeared up the stairs.

Justin fell in the first available chair. "Kill me now."

"Now, Sunshine. I'm sure it happens to every parent to be caught by their children doing the nasty."

"Yeah, don't remind me about that."

"That sounds like a nice bedtime story. Let me say goodnight to Gus." I kissed his head. "I'll come to bed soon."

Justin sighed. "Do keep your smartass remarks to yourself."

"I'll do my best."

Chapter End Notes:

So everything is okay between Brian and Gus. I couldn't let them escape the embarrassment of being caught. Not only Mel and Linz had to experience that. =)

PS: I quite like Alannah for a girl. There are a few great singers named like that.

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