Hi. This is my first FanFic that i have the balls to publish and share it with the rest of the WWW.
So, please have patience with me. I am sorry if there is any grammar, or spelling error.
I have written 9 chapters of this story and i plan to upload all of them as time goes by.

Have a nice reading and enjoy the ride...

*fixed the errors.

Gus woke up, cleaned up, he put on his old pair of blue jeans and went downstairs, to have breakfast

"Well... sleepy beauty, you woke up" Said the 46yr old Brian Kinney aka Dad, in a pair of dark slacks and a black v neck t-shirt. "Shouldn't you be at school?" He sipped his coffee leaning to the counter kitchen, watching every moment that his son did.

"I start tomorrow, remember?" Gus said opening the fridge for some milk. "Shouldn't you be at work?", the kid sat at the kitchen bar and placed on the table the cereal, milk and bowl.

"CEO, calls the shots"

"Hum." Was all what Gus said. He was trying to make the perfect cereal/milk % in his favorite blue Captain America bowl.

"Good" Brian smirked at his sonnyboy. When did the kid grow up so fast?… Brian left his coffee cup in the sink.
"Gotta go" he went toward Gus kissed his head and left the house from the kitchen entrance.

A month after he moved to live with his father, they moved to this house.
According to his dad's husband, Brian bought a huge house for them, but then they sold it and decided to move to this 3 story house. The house was in the upscale Pittsburgh neighborhood and if Gus didn't know any better, that was why his father bought it.

The house was modern, with big windows and an open floor. The kitchen was equipped with the best appliances, the dining room area had a glass table with white leather chairs, and a huge painting that his Papa did. The living room area was furnished by his Dad's favorite Italian sofas and ottomans, a big ass TV and a kick ass sound surround system.
Second floor was were his room, his Dad's office and his Papa's studio were. And the third floor was his Dads room.

Gus finished his breakfast, placed his bowl and his Dad's cup in the dishwasher, took his Kindle with him and crushed on the italian couch enjoying his last day of freedom.

The tall blonde man took his suitcase and his duffel bag out of the trunk, and payed the taxi driver. "Keep the change".
He stepped back of the car, and with that the driver took off.

The young man turned and faced the house with the white porch, dark door, and took a big breath.
Nothing had change.

Ok it wasn't that long since his last visit, but still, this time he was going to stay. He wasn't going back to LA. He wasn't going to wake up by a phone call, drop everything catch a plane toward who knows where and risk his life.
No… now he was here.
At his old home town, with his family.

No life risking missions.

No killing innocent lives.

One last look down both sides the street and he went up the stairs. As soon as he was going to knock the door, this one opened.
A man that he knew very well with short, dark hair with a little of grey in his temple, looked at him and in a second the tall youngster got wrapped in a bear hug.
"I missed you son. I am glad you are here… to stay"
"Me too dad, me too…"