A/N: This is a continuation of the story presented in "The Wedding Present," so it makes a lot more sense if you have already read that one. To briefly provide a synopsis, Justin discovers Brian was adopted as a baby and locates his biological father and maternal grandparents as his wedding gift to him. He also discovers that Brian's father, Fin O'Connor, who is an influential state senator and is set to run for governor, is also gay. This story will delve into Brian's evolving relationship with his newly-discovered family, Fin's run for governor, and Fin's relationship with his partner, Tony. I hope you enjoy it!

Late Evening after Brian and Justin's Wedding

Fin smiled as he glanced over at his partner, who was humming some inane, unidentifiable tune under his breath. He could always tell when Tony was happy, because he would hum almost subconsciously. "What is that?" he asked softly, as he turned his eyes back toward the road.

"What?" Tony asked, puzzled.

Fin huffed out a soft chuckle. "That little ditty you're humming to yourself."

"Huh?"

Fin laughed. "You weren't even aware you were doing it, were you?"

Tony looked over at him sheepishly and smiled. "I guess not. You know how I am."

Fin smiled over tenderly at the blond. "Yeah," he said softly. "I know." In the courtroom, his partner could be a virtual pit bull, tenaciously holding onto what he saw as the truth and clamping down hard on it, never letting up until he had come out victorious for his client. But in private moments like these, he could also be sentimental, emotional, and downright sappy. Having just come from his son's wedding – a grand, sweeping, elegant affair where he and Tony were able to blissfully forget about everything going on in their lives and just be themselves if only for a brief, fleeting moment – he knew this would undoubtedly rank as one of Tony's more emotionally satisfying experiences. "You had a good time tonight, didn't you?" he asked his partner quietly, already knowing the answer.

He watched as a broad smile broke out on the beautiful face. "Yeah," Tony whispered as he looked over at the brunet. "I had a real good time." The blond shook his head as if the whole event had been a dream. "We don't get to do that enough – not nearly enough."

Fin reached over to clasp his partner's hand and give it a squeeze before releasing it and placing his own hand back on the steering wheel. "No, we don't," he agreed, turning his eyes back to the moonless road; out in the country vista of the West Virginia hillside there were no streetlights to guide them and it was black as pitch, forcing Fin to keep a sharp lookout. He spoke again as he kept his eyes on the highway. "Tony, you know this is just the beginning, don't you? If you think our lack of privacy is bad now, just wait until the campaign gets into full swing. It's going to be downright brutal then." He voiced aloud the question of greatest concern to him. "Are you sure you're willing to put up with that?"

Tony glanced over at his partner and snorted softly. "Do you really think I have a choice, Fin? I thought I had already made my position clear, Senator…..I love you; I'm not going anywhere. Besides, I've fought against plenty of unreasonable, pushy assholes before; whether they're with the bar association or the press, it doesn't matter. They're all the same. All you can do is just stand your ground and keep fighting until they see reason….or until we can manage to escape either into our house or into your office chambers."

Fin had to smile at that statement, said so firmly as it it was the most uncomplicated thing in the world. "Spoken like a true bulldog attorney," Fin teased as the corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. "It's that simple, is it?" he asked, as he risked another glance at his partner.

"It is if you're standing up for what you believe in," the blond told him adamantly. "And I believe in you, Fin," Tony said softly. "And I know if you're elected governor, you will be making a big difference in the lives of a lot of people."

Fin's smile widened as he added, "And you also know that you'll be the partner then of a very influential and powerful man – not to mention the free perks that come with it."

Tony huffed softly as he folded his hands over his chest. "Perks?" he repeated in mock affront.

"Yeah….a nice, palatial gubernatorial mansion, beefy bodyguards to wipe your ass – at least figuratively speaking," the brunet hastened to add before his partner had a chance to object, "Gourmet meals….not to mention being fucked by the governor himself and inheriting the title of official consort."

Tony snorted loudly. "Official consort? Fin, you're running for governor, not for the title of sultan. I'm not your little wife and I'm nobody's consort."

Fin licked his lips in delight and laughed, peering over wickedly at the flashing blue eyes of his partner. Tony stared back at him for a few seconds as if he were perturbed until he smirked and smiled back at him in response.

"Well, I'm glad you clarified that for me," Fin responded, grinning. His face transformed into more of a tender look as he whispered, "It was a great time, wasn't it? And I finally got to actually do a little bonding with my son and grandson." Fin shook his head; it was still hard to believe he even had a son and grandson. It felt weird in a way, but it also felt good.

Tony nodded silently, a wistful expression on his face as he thought back over the day's events. The opportunity to dance with Fin, enjoy his company, get to know Justin and Brian better, and enjoy some great food to boot – all without the intrusion of the press at their heels. Yeah, it had been a wonderful day, an incredible day; one he would remember for a long time to come. "Yeah, it was," Tony said. "I really had a good time today."

"Me, too," Fin told him, "…and I love you, too, by the way," he whispered sincerely, reaching over to squeeze the slender shoulder before he once more lightly clasped Tony's hand in his. His partner smiled back at him and curled his fingers around his hand in response as they drove on in companionable silence for several seconds. Fin glanced over eventually to notice his partner's eyes had closed and he assumed he had fallen asleep; a few moments later, though, he heard Tony say his name. "Fin?"

"Yeah?"

"I have a suggestion for your campaign. One that might help bring you and Brian even closer together."

Fin shook his head in amusement; his partner's thought wheels always seemed to be turning constantly. "What? You think I need an advertising agency to give me an image makeover, Counselor?" he teased.

Tony turned his head to thoughtfully stare at his lover. "Actually, you're not far off. I think you should consider making Brian your campaign manager."

Fin's brows shot up and his eyes widened. "Campaign manager? Brian owns an ad agency. Where did that come from?" Fin didn't know much yet about his son's business, other than Kinnetik was apparently the most prosperous advertising agency in Pittsburgh. But how did his partner jump from that knowledge to Brian running his campaign?

"Hear me out, Fin," Tony pressed. "I was talking to Justin the other day, and something he said made a light bulb go off in my head. Don't say it," he quickly chided his partner before Fin had a chance to retort with some sort of snappy comeback over his comment. He knew the man was dying to say something using the word "dim," but to his partner's credit, the brunet pursed his lips together and grinned silently back in response.

He nodded, satisfied at the other man's decision before he took a breath and plunged ahead. "Justin told me that Brian had created such an effective advertising campaign for a man running for mayor of Pittsburgh a few years ago, he almost won because of it. Thank God he didn't."

Fin frowned; sometimes his partner's legal logic made him confused as hell. "If you're suggesting Brian should help me with my campaign, why is it a good thing, then, that the man lost?" As much as he wanted to develop a closer relationship with his son, Tony's disclosure didn't seem to be a positive testimonial that his son could be an effective campaign manager for him.

Tony smiled enigmatically back at his partner before he divulged his trump card, "Because the man who lost was Jim Stockwell…and your son was the one who single-handedly brought him down." After he had spoken to Justin, he had gone back to his office and scoured the web for all the information he could find on the corrupt policeman; it had taken him considerable time to figure out just who the "Concerned Citizens for the Truth" were, but once he was able to review the legal disclosures that were filed in relation to the television advertising, eventually he was able to figure out who the sponsor was behind them. He was stunned to find out it had been Brian; from there, though, it was easy enough to speak to Justin to find out what exactly had transpired to make Brian take a 180-degree turn and change from staunch backer to fierce opponent. He watched now as his partner's face scrunched up in an attempt to figure out where he had heard that name before. It only took a few seconds until he noticed the brunet's face light up with revelation.

"Oh, my God!" the man cried out in shock as he stole another glance over at the younger man. "You mean the police chief who covered up that kid's murder for his partner?"

Tony smiled. "Give the man another vote," he quipped. "That's the guy we all love to know and hate."

"I don't believe it!" Fin murmured in disbelief before a thought suddenly assailed him. He recalled vividly the situation that had been publicized all over the newspapers throughout the state at the time; it had filled him with both disgust and abhorrence that a man sworn to protecting citizens and upholding the law had stooped to such abominable tactics to try and get a fellow cop off for such a heinous crime.

"Brian developed the campaign for that homophobic prick? Why in the hell would he do that?" From everything he had learned so far about his son, Brian seemed like the last person who would support a hypocrite who courted the homosexual vote from one side of his mouth while spouting anti-gay rhetoric out the other side. "I don't understand, Tony….how could he have created Stockwell's advertising campaign and then been responsible for helping him lose?"

Tony advised him, "Because he finally came to his senses and realized how dangerous the asshole would be if he actually won. That's why your son secretly launched a counter-campaign to prevent him from being elected. It was so effective that the votes within the man's own precinct were the ones that ultimately lost him the election." He was quiet for a few seconds to allow his words to sink in before he dropped the real bomb. "In fact, Brian wound up spending $100,000 of his own money to make sure the man didn't get elected."

Fin couldn't help it this time; he took his eyes off the road for several seconds as he stared over at his partner in shock. "You are shitting me," he responded.

Tony shook his head. "Nope – it's the truth; part of it I found out from doing some legal digging into the media advertising disclosures, and the rest I verified from Justin. I had to promise him I wouldn't let Brian know I found out about it, though; seems the man is as proud and stubborn as someone else I know and would resent it if his actions were discovered."

Fin's head was reeling; his son had been hired by Stockwell to do his advertising for his campaign, just like he was some commodity, and then he had turned tail and paid $100,000 to see that the man wasn't elected after all? It was hard to believe. "I don't get it," he said flatly. "Why would Brian take the job in the first place if he didn't believe in what the man stood for?"

"Spoken like a true attorney, Fin – I'm proud of you," Tony teased with a smile. "From what Justin told me, your son was merely looking at it initially as a lucrative business deal; it was only later when he understood how many freedoms he would be giving up should the man be elected that he realized he was on the wrong side of the fence and he'd better do something about it." He let out an exhale of breath through his mouth as he added, "He practically went broke doing that, Fin. Justin said he would have lost everything if some of his friends and others in the community hadn't banded together out of gratitude and reimbursed him for what he had paid out."

"Unbelievable," Fin murmured as he turned his eyes back to the road. He couldn't help the hint of pride, though, that seeped into his voice as he stated, "And now look at him just a few years later – he owns the most profitable advertising agency in Pittsburgh."

"Yes, he does," Tony replied, nodding. "I think that says a lot about him – it says he's ethical, innovative, a fighter for gay rights, and a thinker outside the box – just the type of person you need for your campaign. I mean, who could you trust more with your campaign than your own son?"

Fin pondered that possibility; he knew that his son was very successful at what he did – the fact that his business was so profitable and had become that way in such a short period of time was clear evidence of that. But his campaign manager? There was a lot more to running a campaign of this magnitude than merely having creative insight and drive.

"Wow, Tony," Fin murmured thoughtfully. "It's an incredible idea…..but I don't know. I mean, I want nothing more than to become closer to my son – God knows I've got a lot of making up to do – but making Brian my campaign manager? There's more to it than just having someone you can trust."

"I know," Tony persisted, warming up more and more to the idea. "But to be the CEO of such an influential advertising agency, he's got to have imagination, determination, and persistence to be successful. You need someone who is going to be willing to go outside his comfort zone and confront all those homophobic naysayers who will only be looking at you as a statistic or a sacrificial lamb, not as a serious candidate for governor. You are so much more than that, Fin! You're only going to get one chance at this! I'm telling you – he would be perfect! And what better opportunity to bond more closely with your son!"

Fin shook his head at his partner's enthusiasm as he looked over into the passionate, animated blue eyes. The man could always talk him into virtually anything, but he couldn't stress enough the importance of picking just the right campaign manager to lead his race for governor. Was Brian the one? Was his partner right?

He sighed as he curled his lips under to stare at him in amazement. "As usual, Counselor, you make a very persuasive argument."

Tony smiled. "So how persuasive was it?" The longer he thought about it, the more he became convinced that Fin had to talk Brian into doing it.

Fin raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Well, I'm warming up to it by the minute," he admitted. He sobered somewhat, though, as he added, "Regardless, I wouldn't dare bring it up to him until after he gets back from his honeymoon, though." Justin had given him both his and Brian's cell numbers should they need to contact them for anything, but unless there was some dire emergency he had no intention of interrupting their two-week vacation.

Tony found himself feeling inexplicably melancholy about the fact that his partner's son and husband were about to go on their honeymoon; for the past few hours he had done a good job of pushing that thought deep inside, but it still didn't mean he wasn't just a tad bit envious that the two men were newly married and about to embark on their trip. For just a moment, he longed for the same experience with Fin. But he quickly quashed the feeling and plastered a neutral expression on his face before he said anything else; the last thing he wanted to do was make Fin feel guilty over his honest admission earlier that he simply wasn't ready to get married.

He needed to remember, instead, how far he and Fin had come in their own relationship; after all, it hadn't been too long ago that his partner wouldn't even be seen together with him out in the open. Now, he not only had publicly acknowledged him, he had told him unhesitatingly that if he won the gubernatorial race, the two of them would be living together openly in the governor's mansion. That was a huge step for his partner; for now, then, he needed to be content and grateful for that.

Tony nodded back at him in agreement. "I agree," he said. "I wouldn't want them to be disturbed. If you do decide to ask him, and he accepts, he's going to be thrust into the spotlight right along with you."

Fin winced. "Shit, that's right," he muttered with distaste, thinking about how his own life had been disrupted lately. "I hadn't even thought about that. I'm not sure he's going to be willing to have his life plastered all over the newspaper pages and the web like mine is. His life won't be his own while he's running my campaign." As they continued to drive back toward their home in Harrisburg, Fin considered that rather unpleasant, stark fact. "I don't know if it's fair to ask that of him, Tony."

"Maybe not," the blond admitted. "But don't you think that should be up to Brian? If you decide to ask him, that is," he hastened to add as he smiled back at his lover and waggled his eyebrows hopefully. The brunet rolled his eyes in return and shook his head in defeat. Little fucker….

Fin shook his head; this man always seemed to talk him into things, whether he really wanted to do them or not. Something told him this would probably not be an exception. "Okay, Counselor," he said softly. "You've pled your case well. I'll talk to him when he gets back – but I'm not promising anything."

He was rewarded with a brief kiss on the cheek. "You won't regret it," Tony softly told him, his breath a pleasant whisper against the brunet's face.

Fin snorted. "One of these days, you won't be such a hot little blond. Then how will you win all these arguments?" he facetiously chided him. He knew, though, that Tony was so much more than just a beautiful man on the outside – a lot more…..He constantly challenged him and made him a stronger person because of it.

Tony smiled as he placed his head on Fin's shoulder. "I'll think of something," he murmured as he finally closed his eyes and nodded off to sleep, Fin's hand firmly around his shoulders as the brunet pulled him tighter against his side. I'm sure you will, my love….I'm sure you will.

Britin – Same time

Brian sat with his back against the headboard, reviewing a brochure for their honeymoon destination. He smiled as he recalled Justin's badgering earlier about where they were going. Despite some rather aggressive moves on his husband's part – after all, Justin had learned all his best fucking moves from him – he had managed to remain tight-lipped about their trip. It hadn't been easy with the man's lips and hands roaming sensually all over him – he had almost cracked earlier when Justin had begun to assault him with his arsenal of sex techniques, including a full-body massage with exotic oils, whipped cream removal by his extremely talented tongue, and a slow-motion strip tease that had him downright salivating with desire by the time he was done – but he had somehow managed to remain resolute nonetheless.

Now as Justin lay sleeping beside him, his head resting on the brunet's stomach, Brian smiled tenderly and reached down to softly stroke the blond mop of hair. God, he didn't know how it was possible, but he fell deeper and deeper in love with Justin by the day. The man's ability to constantly keep him on his toes was a constant delight to him. And what he had done for their wedding – discovering and tracking down his true father and grandparents so he could hopefully develop a meaningful relationship with them – just blew him away. He had been so happy to meet Sean and Kathy – they were such loving, special people. And as much as he grudgingly hated to admit it, even his father was beginning to grow on him. He wasn't quite the asshole that he had initially thought he was; the man actually had courage to stand up for his beliefs, even amidst confrontation and bigots that spouted such misinformed epithets. He and Fin were just starting to get to know each other, but for a change he found himself actually looking forward to learning more about him. He didn't quite trust him yet, but his feelings for the man were slowly changing.

"Brian?"

He was startled out of his reverie as he removed his hand that had been fondling Justin's head and peered down into the drowsy eyes peering up at him. "I thought you were asleep, Mr. Taylor," he gently scolded him, as he surreptitiously took the brochure he still held in his hand and quietly reached over to open the nearby drawer and place it inside so a certain someone didn't see it.

"I was, but I'm too wired to stay sleep," Justin told him sleepily. "And that's Mr. Taylor-Kinney to you, by the way."

Brian grinned as he curled his lips under in amusement. "Pardon my mistake….Mr. Taylor-Kinney. Mmmm…now I wonder what we could do to get you to go back to sleep?" He seemed to ponder that for a moment as he reached down to cup Justin's cheek gently and stroke it. "I know I'm getting on in years, but I seem to recall what you normally prefer instead of a sleeping pill. Now just where did I stick it?" he asked, biting his lip in apparent concentration. He finally smiled as he reached down with his free hand to cup Justin's ass and rub it lightly. "Oh, yeah…..it goes in here."

Justin snorted. "How original," he intoned drolly. His hand lightly caressed Brian's bare chest as he rolled his eyes at the joke. "I already had that 'sleeping pill' three times already," he reminded the other man. "And I still woke up." He gazed up into the amused, hazel eyes as he innocently said, "I do know something that might help put me back to sleep, though."

Brian's brows shot up in interested curiosity. "A nice, hot shower fuck?"

Justin smacked him lightly on the chest. "Not quite." He looked up at Brian hopefully as he slyly murmured, "You could tell me where we're going tomorrow."

Brian smirked. "We're going somewhere? I thought we were sticking around to entertain the Munchkins and Gus. It would be rude to leave our guests here alone."

"Bri-an," Justin pleaded. "You're killing me here! Can't you at least give me a hint? Come on!"

Brian smiled, wickedly delighted to be putting his new husband through such torment. "Well…okay – just a little hint."

Justin's eyes lit up excitedly as he raised himself higher up in the bed to sit next to Brian against the headboard. Finally, he was getting somewhere. He took Brian's hand and squeezed it tightly in anticipation – a little too tightly.

"Ow!" Brian groused as he tried to maneuver his fingers apart. "Not so tight, Sunshine!" he chided.

"That never bothered you before," Justin reminded him playfully. "You like tight."

Brian couldn't help huffing out a small chuckle as the bright blue eyes twinkled back at him mischievously. God, he loved this man so…..

"Okay, I'll give you two hints, actually," the brunet said as Justin's face lit up in barely-controlled eagerness to finally learn something, anything, about exactly where they were going for their honeymoon. It had initially perturbed him that even after all these years and his own personal success professionally, Brian still felt a need to be in charge of things like this, but his husband had been insistent that he wanted to make all the arrangements as a surprise to him. Justin had to admit – he had found it endearing in a caveman sort of way.

"Well?" he asked anxiously as he relished in the warmth of Brian's hand clasping his lightly.

Brian smiled. "Okay…here goes. Well, it's warm where we going…..and there's lots of sheep there."

Justin's hope for a revealing clue as to their honeymoon locale faded into disappointment as he groused, "It's warm everywhere, Brian – it's summer. And sheep? Every fucking country has sheep! What kind of clue is that?"

Brian grinned over at his irritated husband, enjoying himself immensely. "Now that's not true, Justin – it's winter in Australia and New Zealand, for instance," he pointed out reasonably. "And I can't be responsible for the large sheep population in the world."

Justin pursed his lips tightly together and frowned, still aggravated that Brian's rather enigmatic information was all he was apparently going to get for now. He scrunched up his face thoughtfully, though, as he ventured facetiously, "Are you taking me on an eco-tour of sheep herding?"

Brian rolled his eyes as he continued to hold the blond's hand while his other hand was wrapped firmly around Justin's back. "Not quite," he groused. "The only exposure I want with sheep is when I buy my next cashmere sweater."

"Brian," Justin huffed impatiently…He wracked his brain frantically for the answer…..Knowing Brian, it had to be somewhere incredible, but he couldn't figure it out. "Come on – what type of clues are those? I need something more specific to go on."

Brian curled his lips, thoroughly enjoying Justin's frustration. "Mmmm….okay, maybe one more clue. There's a lot of booze there."

The blond shook his head in disgust. "Wow – such specific clues to decipher." He decided to try a new tactic that normally got him what he wanted. "Brian….if I give you the blow job of the century, will you please tell me where the fuck we're going?" he pleaded. For emphasis, he reached down with his free hand to grasp Brian's quickly-hardening cock and began to stroke it deftly as a demonstration, provoking a soft groan of appreciation from the other man. "Please?" Justin repeated even more softly, staring at Brian intently as he practically fucked him with his eyes.

Brian's body began to tingle at the dual onslaught; he never could win against this man. "No fair," he breathed out raggedly as Justin smiled back innocently in return; he closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt his body beginning to climb toward the familiar feeling of bliss that only Justin could give him.

Justin continued to skillfully pump his warm, soft hand up and down Brian's shaft for several seconds as only he could do; Brian could feel his cock quickly heading for release as he felt his body stiffening in response; suddenly, however, the hand was gone and a gaping emptiness was all that remained. Brian's brows narrowed in consternation. "Why'd you stop?" he huffed out as he stared into Justin's eyes; somehow, the blond's face had crept closer to him as his gaze lowered to study the full lips just begging to be kissed. He leaned in to do just that, but Justin quickly placed his hand on his mouth and pushed him away slightly.

He could feel Justin's breath gently washing over his face as his husband answered, "I'm waiting for you to live up to our bargain first, Mr. Kinney," he reminded him, his eyes twinkling in amusement as he whispered in his ear. "One mind-altering blowjob in exchange for our honeymoon destination."

Brian harrumphed. "You think pretty highly of your talents, don't you…Mr. Taylor-Kinney," he murmured breathlessly as Justin began to sprinkle butterfly kisses all over Brian's neck, face, shoulders, and chest as he waited for his answer. Brian knew he couldn't hold out much longer…...just a few more seconds of torture was about all he could take….and when the answer finally did come from his lips, it was said so softly that it was barely audible.

"What?" Justin asked, trying to make sure he had heard what he thought he had heard.

Brian cleared his throat as Justin pulled back to gaze into his eyes. A little more loudly now, he repeated what he had just said. "I said….saints and begorra, laddie…..we're off to Ireland," he repeated with a distinct Irish brogue as he curled his lips under in that little boy look that always made Justin's heart melt.

Justin squealed as his entire face lit up in excitement. "Really?" he said animatedly. "Ireland? Home of your ancestors?"

Brian smiled. "Well, I figure if my father is named Fintan O'Connor, the least I can do is find out what sort of stock he's from. Somewhere back in the family tree there's got to be a line of men with big dicks."

Justin laughed. "Indubitably," he agreed. "Speaking of which…..let me help with one in particular."

"I thought you'd never ask," Brian murmured, as he reached around Justin's neck to pull him into a deep kiss.