Midnight Whispers
QAF Brian and Justin Fanfiction
Author's Chapter Notes:

This one took me a while as I wasn't really sure where I wanted to take it until this afternoon (Sunday); hopefully it turned out okay despite the lack of direction.


 

March 29 (Part One)

Justin stirred and rubbed his face into his body pillow; His brow furrowed and he tried to figure out what exactly had woken him up, but he couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. And he was much too comfortable to actually open his eyes to investigate. Rolling onto his back, he reached out and discovered the empty, but still warm place where his husband usually slept. Maybe that was what had startled him out of sleep.

Sigh, Justin rolled back over on his side and cuddled up to his body pillow once again and debated on whether or not he should get up. Blinking his eyes open, he stared at the clock and then groaned when he saw that it was only six in the morning. No way in hell was he ready to get his ass out of bed.

"Hey, kiddo," Brian said, his voice tinny and far away, as if it were coming out of a radio of some sorts; and Justin furrowed his brow as he knew there was a reason for that, but he couldn't quite place it. "What are you fussing about in here?"

A small whimper sounded in the background, and it clicked; that's right, they had Luc over last night so that Blake could get his Teddy Time in. Justin scrunched up his nose at the name, but what was he to do. So long as Blake didn't share the details of Teddy Time, he could call it whatever the fuck he wanted. Nothing against Ted; he was adorable in a bookish way; but he was also like an older brother and hearing about his sex life was just a world of ick in Justin's opinion.

He wouldn't want to hear about Molly's or Em's either.

Justin laid there and sighed, knowing that he should get up and help Brian with Luc, but he was comfortable and the bed was just so warm and inviting, that he was having trouble convincing himself to do it. And he had just about talked himself into getting up when Brian's voice sounded through the room again; only this time, Justin realized that he was hearing it through the baby monitor that Brian had left behind when he went to get Luc out of the nursery.

"Awww," Brian cooed, making Justin grin because he was just too fucking adorable sometimes; anyone whoever thought that Brian would be a bad parent were fucking out of their minds, because the man would move heaven and hell for all of their babies. "Now don't do that little man; no crying. We don't want to wake your Uncle Justin up. He had a late night last night because of you and he needs all the sleep he can get."

Justin bit his lip on a laugh; while he did appreciate the gesture, Brian should know by now that Justin couldn't sleep all that well when Brian left the bed. Plus, leaving the baby monitor behind certainly didn't help matters; even if he wasn't talking a mile a minute to Luc, Justin would have been woken up by Luc's whimpers and the shuffling around.

"Alright, let's see what we've got here," Brian said, opening and closing some doors; likely getting a changing pad out for the changing table. And then Justin did giggle a bit as he heard the diaper pull apart and Brian gagged.

"Holy sh…oot," Brian groused, quickly changing the word at the last minute. "What the hell are your parents feeding you, kiddo?"

Biting on his bottom lip, Justin's snorted and giggled, using his pillow to muffle the sound as Brian continued to make disgusted noises and Luc just cooed.

"Whatever it is," Brian huffed as he shuffled some things around. "They might want to have it checked for radioactivity. Because I have seen dirty diapers before, kiddo," Brian paused and Justin could hear the snap of a lid opening. "And let me tell you, your cousin Gus was a real stinker when he was your age; but I don't think I've ever seen one this shade before."

Justin snorted again, his shoulders shaking with mirth as he remembered the first time Brian had to deal with a blow out. It had been one of the single most amusing things he had ever seen; and he'd really wished that he'd had a camera or video recorder of some sort to document the event; because Brian's expressions were truly priceless.

"What color do you think Uncle Justin would call this?" Brian continued his one-sided conversation, Luc just squeaking or cooing every now and then. "Loathsome Lime maybe?" Brian paused and Justin could hear the lid to the trash can popping open and the quiet crinkle of something dropping into it. "No, far too much yellow here."

Shaking his head, Justin briefly considered reaching for his phone to record the rest of this conversation, as no one would believe him if he ever worked up the nerve to tell them; but then he remembered the motion sensor camera in the room and grinned. As far as he was aware, the live feed was still active and would record to his laptop.

"How about Putrid Pear?" Brian mused; and Justin could almost see him cocking his head thoughtfully. "I think we're getting closer; but still not quite right."

Justin slapped his hands over his mouth, his eyes tearing as he tried to contain his laughter; only Brian would come up with names like that. Pulling his hands away, Justin smirked when Luc seemed to make a noise of agreement.

"How about Noxious Chartreuse?" Brian said, and then huffed when Luc squeaked. "What, you don't like that? Everyone's a critic. Although, I do admit it wasn't my best work; I tried finding a c-word for noxious, but couldn't. Life lesson time, kiddo – always admit to your limitations. Don't try to prove yourself to someone who is not worth your time at the end of the day. The only person you need to prove anything to – is yourself. Uncle Brian had a tough time with that lesson when he was younger."

Justin smiled, his eyes tearing for an entirely different reason this time. God, that man; sometimes he just killed Justin with his words and observations. And again, he wanted kill his ice bitch of a mother. He'd add Jack to that as well, but sadly, his asshole of a father was already writhing in hell for his part in Brian's shitty childhood. And, although he really wished that he could give the asshole a licking or two, he couldn't think of a better place for the sadistic fuck. He hoped he enjoyed being Satan's bitch.

"And your parents and I are really going to have a talk about what they are feeding you," Brian huffed. "Because colors like that shouldn't exist in nature; I think it's actually trying to eat its way out of the bag," Justin laughed as Luc cooed. "Oh, that you found funny. Why doesn't that surprise me? Obviously, you're going take after your Daddy Blake. He finds the oddest things amusing as well."

Justin smiled and rested his hand on his belly; he couldn't wait until Sunbeam was born. Brian was going to be an amazing Daddy; not to say he already wasn't. He doted on both Gus and Jenny to the point you'd think that she was theirs, not Michael's. But, he also knew that Brian hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time with Gus when he was this young, and that was a damned shame.

"Plus, when he teams up with your Uncle Justin," Brian said confidentially as he snapped the wipes closed; or so Justin assumed by the snap. "They are double trouble; and they have the ability to create a level of chaos that would make even Loki envious."

Justin huffed and rolled his eyes; he and Blake weren't that bad. Sure, things had gotten dicey a couple of times, and there was that time that he, Blake and Emmett had gotten arrested and needed to be bailed out for disturbing the peace. Luckily, it had been a minor infraction, with a minor fine; but Brian never let him forget about it, calling him his little jail bird considering the time his father had him arrested for trespassing.

That asshole.

"Alright, what did your daddies pack for you to wear today?" Brian asked, continuing to chatter at Luc, who was, for the most part, being quiet. Justin rubbed his face and grinned knowing just what was in the bag and was just waiting for his husband to scream bloody murder when he saw them; which was pretty close to happening when Brian gasped in horror. "No, just no; there is no way in hell that this thing is touching your body. What the hell were your parents thinking?"

Justin snorted; there was his fashion diva. He giggled at the outraged noises coming over the baby monitor as Brian continued to dig through the bag.

"Christ there are more of these things," Brian huffed, and Justin could just imagine the disgruntled look on his face as he held up each jumper. "Only Ted would look at a plaid jumper and think it was the best thing ever. I apologize for your parents' lack of taste, kiddo. Tell you what, when you get older and begin to understand the concept of fashion, you come to me and I'll set you straight."

Justin snickered, and he could just see the shopping trip that Brian would justify in order to help his nephew out and keep him from being a laughingstock in the baby world.

"Let's see what Uncle Justin has in here," Brian continued, talking to Luc as he looked through the dresser drawers. "Because I refuse to let you wear that travesty, and with as much shit he and everyone else has bought, I doubt he'll miss anything. This will work."

Justin huffed, and he'd get annoyed by that statement, but Brian was likely right. Between Emmett, Lucille, Yasmeen, Kiki, Debbie, his mother, Cynthia, and Brian himself, he was going to have the best dressed kid in Pittsburgh. He hadn't had to buy one thing himself because he was always getting packages in the mail from one of them.

"Okay kiddo," Brian huffed, closing drawers and setting the room to rights. "Now that you're changed, cleaned and clothed; let's go down to the kitchen get you that bottle. I'll bet you're starving and this way Uncle Justin can sleep a little longer."

Justin listened as Brian continued to babble to Luc as they headed out the door, closing it behind him. He briefly considered getting up, but looked at the clock again, and finding that only about fifteen minutes had passed, said fuck it. He closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep, knowing that Brian had this and didn't need him hovering.

… … … … …

Justin stood in the doorway to the study and smiled, watching as Brian sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, working on the computer and absently bouncing a cooing Luc. Seriously, his husband was maxing out the cute points today; not that he'd tell him that. If he even dared to breathe the word cute in reference to him, Brian was liable to show him just how not-cute he could be; which could be lots of fun if they were alone, but not until while Luc was still here.

Sighing, Justin's smile broadened when his husband looked up and smiled in greeting, waving him over to where he was sitting. Justin walked over and sat on the couch that Brian was leaning against; there was no way in hell that he'd be able to sit on the ground like that without it being an utter pain in the ass to get up. Justin wrapped his arms around Brian's neck as he tipped his head back and dropped a kiss onto his lips.

Pulling back, Justin rested his head against Brian's for a moment and then sat back on the couch and started to shuffle through the papers in his hands, knowing that Brian would eventually ask him what he was doing. Justin knew that he had to handle this next part carefully because he already knew that Brian wasn't all too happy with him for allowing this to happen in the first place. Humming to himself, he made a couple of notations on the papers, smirking internally as he watched Brian watch him from the corner of his eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time.

Tucking his pen behind his ear, Justin shuffled the papers again, fighting back a smile as Brian didn't bother to make a pretense of watching him any longer. Did he know his husband or what? Justin made a noise and then pulled his pen from behind his ear and made another notation, knowing the Brian was break down and say something; and about two minutes later, he was proven right.

"What are those?" Brian asked, nodding to the small sheaf of papers in Justin's hands; Justin hummed absently and looked up.

"What?" he asked absently, biting back a laugh as Brian nodded towards the papers again. "Oh! You remember that e-mail I sent out earlier in the month basically telling people to leave me the fuck alone about baby names?"

"You mean the one where you invited them to name our kid?" Brian scowled, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the papers like he wanted to ri them from Justin's hands. "Yes, I vividly recall that email, but I was hoping that it had been a nightmare."

"Well, guess what, honey!" Justin quipped, smirking when the scowl darkened.

"Oh God, no," Brian huffed, glaring at Justin for good measure.

"Yup," Justin nodded, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"No, Justin," Brian huffed again, groaning when Justin just arched a brow.

"These are the lists," Justin said, smiling serenely and waving them in front of Brian's face. "I thought we'd go through them today while Luc napped."

"I thought you were going to toss them out?" Brian groused, a sour expression on his face; and he was still glaring at said lists like he was hoping he could burn a hole through them with sheer will power alone.

"No," Justin drew the word out; and then he pulled the lists away and held onto them against his chest when Brian tried to snatch them from his hands. "I said we were going to mine them for any potential good names and then toss them out."

"Well, you might as well toss out Mel's right now then if Abraham and Jenny Rebecca is any indication of her naming abilities," Brian sneered, turning back to his computer; but Justin knew that he had his attention now.

"Be nice," Justin chastised gently.

"That was being nice," Brian snorted and cast an exasperated look over his shoulder. "I could have said, 'shred that list now because she can't name for shit...'"

"So," Justin drawled, tapping the papers against his lips. "What I'm actually hearing is, 'please read that one first so I can be entertained.'"

"You know, that explains so much about our first interactions," Brian rolled his eyes and snorted again. "It wasn't that we didn't communicate; it was that the words spoken were lost in translation, which is why you took, 'go the fuck away,' as 'please, stalk my ass until I give in'…ow! Violent brat."

"You loved the fact that I was stalking your ass," Justin said, snorting when Brian rubbed the shoulder Justin had just swatted.

"Duh," Brian smirked. "Here I was, pushing thirty, and being stalked by this gorgeous, teenage, blond twink. Do you have any idea what that did for my ego?"

"Made it expand to the point that it needed its own zip code?" Justin quipped, yelping when Brian leaned over and pinched him on the ass. "Would you lay off the ass? It's sore enough already."

"Well, come on over here, Sunshine," Brian purred, his eyes running covetously over Justin's body; and Justin couldn't help but squirm. "And I'll be happy to soothe it."

"What, with your tongue?" Justin quipped, arching a brow.

"See, you do know me," Brian returned; and then arched his own brow. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining about it last night."

And he hadn't; it was hard to complain when your husband had his tongue in your ass and was slowly taking you apart until you couldn't help but come all over yourself. And then yanked you down to the foot of the bed and fucked you until you passed out. Clearing his throat, Justin flushed and turned back to his papers; but not before he caught Brian's knowing smirk. Asshole.

"As intriguing as the offer is, it still won't get you out of this," Justin said, waving the papers once again, needing to get this back on track before he said fuck it and begged Brian for a repeat of last night's adventures.

"I really don't see the point," Brian huffed dismissively. "We've heard their suggestions before, Justin; we're not going to suddenly change our minds about their naming abilities, or lack there of."

"So you don't want to hear your Sonny Boy's admissions?" Justin said, going in for the kill; there was no way that Brian would refuse to look at Gus' submissions. Or Jenny's for that matter. "Or Jenny's?"

"Well…" Brian hedged, and looked like he wanted to say no just for the principle of it; but it was a battle he quickly lost based on the glare sent Justin's way. "Damn it; you are a sneaky, little twat, playing on my weaknesses that way."

"I learned from the best," Justin preened, fluttering his lashes. Brian rolled his eyes, and turned fully around, resting his head on Justin's knee.

"So what did Gus send?" Brian asked, actually curious this time.

"You know," Justin hummed, a calculating glint in his eyes. "I think I'll save that one for last. This way I can make sure that I have your full attention for the others."

"Devious brat," Brian mock complained; and then he studied Justin shrewdly. "You do know that I can easily pin you down and take them from you?"

"I know," Justin nodded; and then smirked before Brian could feel too smug. "That's why I took the names off of the lists and coded them in a way that only makes sense to me."

"I am duly impressed by your underhandedness," Brian said with an approving smile; and then he sighed with resignation. "Fine, let's get this shit over with so I can actually get something of worth done today."

"Let's see here," Justin said, having far too much fun with this. "Why don't we start with Mel; since I know you're just looking so forward to hearing what she's suggested."

"This should be good," Brian muttered, his tone implying anything but admiration. "Well, come on Sunshine; lay it on me. Although, I can already tell from your expression that I'm going to hate this."

"Right," Justin said, desperately trying not to laugh at Mel's list. "So from Mel we have Horace, Tom, Dick, Harry, Peaches, Abner, Raine, Sunny and Mildred. We also have Noah, Adam, Eve, Judas, Ethan, Jemimah, Minerva, and Karma. And finally, she also suggested Athena, Orla, Waverly, Chastity, Destiny, Lou, Ken and Barbie."

Justin looked up and burst into helpless laughter as he noted his husband's horrified fascination as he stared at Justin in disbelief. God, but Mel had gotten him good. Brian opened and closed his mouth a few times before shrugging helplessly.

"For the first time in my life, I've got nothing," Brian admitted. "She has actually managed to stun me into speechlessness. Please, tell me this is a joke."

"Well, she did add a note on the end," Justin snickered, turning back to the email. "She says, and I quote, 'I didn't bother to put any effort into a list of names as I know that you're just going to shred the lot and burn them anyways. Consider this as payback for the Abraham crack, you assholes;' end quote."

"Well, it's nice to know that she isn't still bitter all these years later," Brian snorted; and then he visibly shuddered. "It's safe to say that this list will definitely be thrown into the kindling box without further thought."

"Well, think of it this way," Justin nodded, tossing the email to the side. "It can only get better from here." Or, at least he hoped.

"You are such an optimist, Sunshine," Brian said, shaking his head. "An admirable quality to be sure; but, me? I'm a realist and have known most of these people a lot longer than you have. Trust me on this; we're only scratching the surface of the bad."

Justin sighed because he knew that his husband was right; but he really did want to go through these lists for the potential rare gem that might be in them. The problem was how to get Brian invested in it as well; he could already see his husband already losing interest with the lists and he'd rather not feel like he was pulling teeth to keep Brian's attention. Pressing the papers to his lips, he studied his husband for a minute, trying to figure out a way to engage his interest and then smirked when he hit on it.

"Actually, let's make a game of this," Justin announced, his smirk broadening when Brian instantly perked up. "Give me a number from one to nine, as Jenny and Gus will be last and there are nine lists besides theirs. I'll read off the names, and you have to guess who made the list. Based on the number of right answers, you'll win a prize."

Brian cocked his head thoughtfully. "Do I get to choose the prizes?"

"Sure," Justin agreed with a little shrug. "But, you have to decide on them and hand them into me now so that there is no going back and changing your mind later."

"Fine," Brian nodded, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen from his open briefcase. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun Sunshine; give me five minutes."

Justin nodded his agreement and then grabbed his own pen and began numbering the pages one through nine, and then flipped them upside down and put them to the side. He watched as Brian chuckled and wrote his list, scratching things out and rearranging things until he was satisfied with the list. And then he copied it onto a clean sheet of paper before handing it over to Justin.

He looked over and smirked; Brian was just so predictable sometimes:

A full-body massage to be given at the winner's choice.

A blow job at the winner's request, privacy permitting.

"No Clothing Allowed at Home" for the day.

Toy or fetish clothing shopping with the appropriate breaking in.

Strip tease and a lap dance wearing a favorite or chosen outfit.

Must wear the remote-controlled sex toy of choice for three hours.

Kink night – winner's choice of kink for the night.

Slave for a day.

A marathon fuck weekend no holds barred.

"Well, you're not asking for much," Justin said dryly, but he agreed to the terms and signed the paper and then handed it back to Brian. "So how did you see this working?"

"For every one that I get right," Brian said with a sly grin. "I get a reward, starting from the bottom of the list, number one – the full-body massage – and going up to number nine – the sex marathon weekend."

"Greedy," Justin chastised. "But doable; although, you do realize that some of these things are going to have to wait until after Sunbeam is born. Because, as much as I'd love to, a lap dance just isn't happening any time soon."

"Not to worry, Sunshine," Brian purred, a lascivious smile on his face. "You can write me an IOU and I'll cash it in at the appropriate time."

"Fine," Justin huffed, rolling his eyes at his husband's antics. "First number?"

"Nine," Brian said, waggling his eyebrows. "It's the best number, Sunshine."

"You would choose the longest one first," Justin snorted. "No pun intended. Here we go: Aidan, which means little fire; Brendan, which means prince; Enda, which means free as a bird; Jamie, a derivative of James; Liam, a derivative of William," Justin paused when Brian snorted, but continued as he waved him on. "Ronan, which means little seal; Tiernan which means little lord; Aine, which means radiance and joy; Brigid, which means powerful or high one; Ciara, which means dark; Deirdre, which means fearsome one; Erin, which means Ireland; Rian/Rianne, two different spellings, masculine and feminine on that, and it means little king; and Saoirse, which means freedom. They also included phonetic spellings of the names. Who is it?"

"That's easy, Sunshine," Brian said, casting a dubious look Justin's way. "Between the fact that they are all Irish names, and anal retentive attention to detail, there is no way in hell that is anyone but Daphne and Liam. I thought these would be difficult."

"I did notice a theme there," Justin smirked, jotting down a slash in the right column.

"Well, that's to be expected since Liam was born in Ireland," Brian shrugged. "Plus, no one other than Daphne would be that anal about their list; except for maybe you. The both of you are little over achievers."

"Well, that's one right," Justin said, setting the paper aside. "Eight more to go. Next number please; one through eight this time since you eliminated nine."

"Wait, let me write down these names," Brian said, jotting the names onto another piece of paper. "Brendan, Jamie, Ronan, Aine, and Rian/Rianne. Any others?"

"Noted," Justin nodded, liking the choices as well; he picked up the list and studied it. "Add Ciara as well; next number?"

"Five," Brian said, as he wrote the name down.

"Okay, "Justin said, pulling out the appropriate list. "The names listed on number five are: Madison, McKenzie, Jayden, Ava, Susan, Francis, Ashton, Bailey, Lane, Ellis, Leslie and Ellery."

He looked up after reading the list to find Brian staring at the ceiling, his brow pinched.

"Um," Brian hummed, shrugged and made a guess. "Mother Taylor?"

"Nope," Justin said, popping the P on the end. "That list was from Lucille and Leo; although, I could see my mother suggesting some of those names." Justin added a slash into the wrong column. "So, you're one for one right now."

"Fine," Brian huffed. "I'm adding the names McKenzie, Ashton and Ellis. Any others?"

"Ashton?" Justin asked, casting a doubtful look at his husband.

"Ash would be a cool nickname," Brian simply said, and then reiterated. "Any others? And the next number I choose is three.

"You're a freak; an no others for me," Justin huffed, shaking his head. "Okay, you said three?" Brian nodded. "List number three is Emma, Jackson, Lucas, Avery, Kai, Blair, Olivia, Isabella, Parker, Evan, Jordan and Payton."

"That has to be Mother Taylor," Brian said with barely a thought. "Don't even tell me it isn't. That just sounds do like her."

"Yup," Justin said, noting the right answer in the appropriate column. "Well, it's an email from Mom, Tucker and Molly; but same difference."

"More like just Mom," Brian snorted.

"Well, yes," Justin laughed; he couldn't see Molly or Tucker caring one way or the other what they named Sunbeam. "Any of those you want to keep?"

"Avery and Evan," Brian said, noting them on his paper. "They both sound nice and gender neutral. You?"

"I kind of like Kai," Justin hummed; and if he remembered correctly, it was listed as unisex in the baby name book. "And maybe Jordan."

"The next number is one," Brian said as he wrote Justin's choices down.

"List number one has Jason, Elliot, Audrey, Grace, Jean, James, Michael, Matilda, Daniel, Matthew, Benjamin, Elizabeth, Hannah and Sarah," Justin said and then smirked at Brian's disgusted moue when he looked up. "Based on your expression, I'm going to say that would be a big fat no for all of them."

"Yes, a big fat no is a definite," Brian grimaced, scrubbing his hand over his face. "Fucking Deb; she's always trying to push that name onto people."

"Correct," Justin nodded, adding a slash to the correct column since the list was indeed from Deb and Carl; but they both know that it was only Deb behind that one based on the names. "And you have three correct so far; next number?"

"Seven," Brian said, looking down at his sheet of paper.

"List seven is one of the shorter ones," Justin said, shuffling the papers until he found it. "It has Shelby, Shane or Shanna, Finley and…London?"

Brian snorted, and the outright laughed as he shook his head. "That bitch – Cynthia. That is so Cynthia."

"Right again," Justin nodded, adding another slash to the growing number of slashes in the correct column. "How did you…?"

"Know?" Brian asked with a smirk; he held up a hand and ticked the reasons off on it. "One, she's always said that she liked the name Shelby for a boy or a girl. And two, I told her one day that we thought you got pregnant on out trip to…"

"London," Justin said with dawning comprehension; he scrunched his nose and shook his head. "Evil. Any you want to keep?"

"I'm keeping Shelby, just to piss her off," Brian snorted, adding the name to their list. "And Finley isn't bad either. You?" Justin shook his head in negation. "Two."

"I'm surprised that you're able to keep track of the numbers," Justin commented absently, shuffling the papers again.

"Easy," Brian said with a shrug. "I did all the odd numbers first; that leaves only the even numbers."

"Sneaky," Justin said, and then snorted at the list, just knowing Brian was going to hate it. "So, list two has Boyd, Cedar, Basil, Sedona, Jude, Emily, Chad, Peregrine, Clark, Juniper, Forest, Winter, Reese, Sage and Rowan.

'What the actual fuck?" Brian asked, shooting dubious look Justin's way; yup, he knew Brian would hat it. "Are we naming a child or planting a garden? Fucking Emmett."

"Yeah that was an easy guess," Justin said, shaking his head; he added a slash and then set the list aside. "So, no one the names I'm guessing?"

"Well," Brian hedged, grimacing as he admitted. "Rowan and Jude aren't too horrible; I guess. I'll just throw them on for now. And let's just go down the line now – four."

And that sounded fair to Justin; he reorganized the papers and then read four out loud. "List four is Belinda, Sasha, Sophia, Susan, Jacob, Jayson, Joshua, Blake, Spencer, Alexis, Chloe and Andrew."

"Ted," Brian said without hesitation; and Justin smirked. "I can't believe they just recycled their name list and added Blake to it. And if it wasn't obvious, nothing from that list; well, maybe Sasha and Alexis. I'll put those down for maybe."

"Correct," Justin said putting the list aside; there was nothing he wanted to add to the list. "List six is also a short one – Jenna, Regina, Dahlia, Reuben and Dorian."

"Um…" Brian hummed, wracking his brain for an answer but shrugged when nothing came to mind. "I actually have no idea."

"That's Yasmeen," Justin said, smirking because he knew for a fact that Yasmeen had a cousin named Jenna, and he'd mentioned liking the name. "I kind of like Jenna."

"Dorian is good too," Brian said, writing both names down.

"And the final list," Justin said, setting the other list aside. "Well, other than Gus and Jenny that is; the final list is Darcy, Hunter, Adrian or Adrianna, Micah, Jesse, Skyler or Skylar, Hayley, Robin, Moriah, Haiden, Kiley, Jules and Wren."

"That's so Hunter," Brian snorted. "Honestly, what is with people trying to name our kid after themselves, their kid or their spouse? As if I would ever do that."

"Seriously," Justin agreed setting the list aside as he marked another slash on the paper. " Add Darcy and Skyler/Skylar to the list, please." Brian rolled his eyes, but wrote them down. "Okay, so you got seven out of nine; not too bad."

"Yes!" Brian quipped, thrusting a fist into the air. "I'm so going to enjoy this."

"Perv," Justin teased, tossing the lists into the recycle basket.

"And?" Brian asked, arching a brow. "Please, Sunshine, you like me this way."

"Well, since it usually benefits me as well," Justin quipped, smirking when Brian shot him a heated look. "I can't complain. Shall we get to the kids?"

"Absolutely," Brian agreed, his eyes still traveling slowly over Justin's body, making him squirm. "What does Miss Jenny have to say?"

"Jenny suggested Erin or Aaron – the masculine and feminine versions listed – Mia, Devan or Devon – different spellings – Ashley, Rory, Lyric, Bellamy, Tasha, Natasha, Natalie and Alana," Justin said as he handed the paper off to Brian.

"Lyric and Bellamy?" Brian asked, casting a skeptical look at the paper; and Justin couldn't help but laugh at his pained expression.

"I don't know about Lyric," Justin said, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "But I'm pretty sure that Bellamy is a character on a show that she watches; which means it is automatically cut from the list."

"Ah, but Sunshine," Brian teased, dodging when Justin threw his pen at him. "You wouldn't do that to the poor kid, would you?"

"Yes, I would," Justin huffed. "I made it very clear that I didn't want pop culture names listed; and Jenny knows it. I'm sure she figured that I wouldn't recognize it; and I likely wouldn't have if she hadn't been gushing about the character to a friend last week. I do like Ashley though, for a male or a female; and Alana is pretty."

Brian nodded, adding the names to their list; and then he tapped his pen against his lips and added two more. "I'm adding Erin/Aaron and Devan/Devon as well. I like those names and again, they are gender neutral. What about Sonny Boy?"

"Gus suggested the names Reagan, Logan, Riley, Morgan, Avery, Ceegan, Davan or Davon – which are yet more versions of the names that Jenny suggested – and Elian," Justin said, once again handing the list off to Brian.

"Not bad, Sonny Boy," Brian hummed, looking over the list of names with a small smile. "At least he didn't suggest any names like Winter or Cedar or Oregano or Marigold or Tulip or whatever the fuck Emmett listed."

"Brian," Justin huffed and rolled his eyes, wincing as his back twinged; he leaned back into the couch and massaged the pain away. "Emmett wasn't that bad."

"Close enough," Brian muttered, but he had a worried frown on his face as he stared at Justin; but Justin just waved him off. This was just a normal end of the day ache. Brian huffed, but turned back to the list in his hand. "I like Reagan and Morgan, and I think Avery was already on our list."

"It is," Justin nodded, shoving a pillow behind his back and sighing as it eased the pressure. "I also like Riley and Elian."

"So, are we done?" Brian asked as he jotted the last two names down; he looked it over and then laid it in his briefcase so it wouldn't get lost.

"Yes, your Surliness," Justin snickered. "Those were the only ones I had for you."

"Nothing from Mikey then?" Brian asked carefully; Justin frowned, not knowing how to answer this question. Brian didn't seem to care about it one way or the other, but he had always been adept at hiding his feeling. Chewing on his lower lip, which just made Brian arch a brow and prod again. "Justin?"

"There was, but I didn't even bother printing it out," Justin reluctantly admitted; he carefully studied his nails in an effort to avoid Brian's searching gaze. And then he huffed because he knew that Brian wouldn't let it go until he told him. "It was full of comic book hero names and no Brian; just no."

Brian just snickered and looked relieved; and then Justin felt bad for holding back, because Brian had obviously been worried that Michael had said something harsh to him rather than Justin deleting the list because there was no way in hell he was going to name their child after a Marvel or DC Comics character.

"Don't blame you," Brian said, still sniggering. "I was just curious as I know he would usually jump on something like this; I'm guessing you got rid of Lindsay's as well?"

"I didn't even open it," Justin admitted with a shrug. "Just hit delete and blocked her."

"Yeah," Brian said, a dark shadow flitting across his face. "I had to do that too for my work address; I saved all the emails in case we need them, but otherwise, she is blocked from using that address. I'm leaving my personal one open to gather additional stuff on her, as this can be seen as harassment. I forward everything to Thomas; he's logging it all for when we sue to end her rights."

"Makes sense," Justin said, rolling his lips under. He really didn't know what to say that would help his husband in this matter. It was still a sore topic despite the fact that they had pretty much worked things out. And it would likely remain a sore topic for months, if not years to come because this had forever changed his friend in his eyes.

"So, Sunshine," Brian purred, obviously ready to shelve the topic; he turned around and slid between Justin's parted thighs, leaning in until their mouths were mere inches apart. "That means you owe me one through seven on that list."

"So, it seems," Justin smirked; he dropped his gaze to his husband's mouth for a moment, groaning when Brian licked his lips slowly. And then he flicked them back up and met smoky hazel. "What of it?"

"What time are Blake and Ted picking up Luc?" Brian asked, a sly smile sliding over his lips; Justin sighed and then squirmed as Brian slid his hands up over his thighs.

"They'll be here around seven," Justin said a touch breathlessly; he licked his suddenly parched lips and groaned as fingers ghosted across his cock. "Why do you ask?"

"Good," Brian said, pulling back as quickly as he had come; fucking tease. "Because once Luc is gone, I definitely plan to cash in on number two."

 

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