"Touchdown!" gus screamed, jumping up off of the couch, his knees bumping the table and sending drinks and popcorn flying. Lightly arms flew up in the air, fingertips pointing to the ceiling. "Aww, Dad, did you see that!"
It was the Super Bowl, and Gus couldn't have been happier. The Buffalo Wings were already consumed, a half a box of beer gone, and it wasn't even the Second Quarter yet.
Said brian didn't even look up from his book, "Yes, it was cool." His voice was dull at this point.
Gus didn't notice, though, and began to eat spilled popcorn as he sat back down. He groaned when commercials started. "Damn commercials! Why is there so damn many!"
"So the house-wives have something to do," Justin said, his voice holding just a tinge of ice as he walked into the room, plucked Brian's book out of his hands, threw it across the room and sat comfortably his lap.
"I was reading that, brain said dryly, but nevertheless his arms slunk around Justin's waist and pulled the smaller towards him. justin kissed his forehead playfully before turning to the gus.
"Gus, I really don't understand football you know. And you don't even support-" Justin started, his eyes patient, but gus flapped a hand at him rather impatiently and the blonde fell silent, his arms crossed across his toned chest.
"Sunshine, its no use," brian said, tracing patterns lazily on Justin's back, "The son of rage is hypnotized. Football does that to people."
"Hmm," Justin said in a mock-thoughtful voice, then slid off of brian's lap and shimmied over to his other boyfriend. Two slender fingers traveled up gus's arm in a dance, while the other slid up his shirt.
"Justin, stop."
The blond pouted, surprised at gus's words, but of course didn't stop. Once hand slinked up gus's shirt and started to toy with his nipple, while the other began to toy with his ear, "Gus "
"Justin, not now." gus wouldn't even look at him, and justin got annoyed now. How could this stupid, sport even began to attract Gus's attention?
The blond huffed slightly, then climbed into the gus's lap and kissed his nose before pouting again when gus watched the game from over his shoulder, his neck craned, his mouth slightly open. justin moved slyly down to gus's lower lip and began to suck on it softly, but gus made no noise or move to urge justin further. He bit down a little and squeezed gus's sides still nothing.
"Justin!" Was his only reply, and it wasn't a happy one, either.
Brian meanwhile, was starting to look uncomfortable on the couch, and he moved his toes and feet erratically, "Justin, he's not paying attention. Just give up and " He faded off, still squirming a little in his seat.
Justin looked over at brian, then separated himself from gus quickly. A smile toyed at his lips, "Oh " He said playfully, "And why would I want to stop?" Those slender fingers began to play with his blond bangs slowly.
Brian's eyes narrowed and his literally got up, walked over to Justin, and threw him over his shoulder. Justin chuckled as brian began to walk rather quickly to a random bedroom, unbuckling his belt as he went, while gus just sat there, eating popcorn and drinking as men in padded tights ran around an arena.