Back with a vengeance :) I'm also really glad people seemed to like the first chapter, it gives me an incentive to write.
John didn't respond to Brian's question. Not that Brian expected him to. All the delinquent could do was stare at the ad executive. He looked different since the last time Brian had seen him. His hair had been shaved with an electric razor by the looks of it. He had a spider tattooed around his jawline. He had no piercings but a cold demeanor radiated from him.
"So, I heard you've been in and out of juvie," Brian spoke, inquiring the teenager before him. John just glared.
"I don't see how it's any of your business!" He snapped.
"Considering you're staying in my house for the week, i'd like to know what the hell you did to end up in there." He replied, irritated. John bit his lip.
"Robbery and auto theft."
Brian stared for a bit before buzzing the intercom.
"What can I do for you, Brian?" Cynthia's cheery voice piped over the speaker.
"Get a hold of Justin and send him to my office." Irritation shown in his voice. Cynthia sensed this immediately.
"I'll get right on it."
A few moments later Justin walked in the office with a bright, sunshiney smile on his face that cheered Brian up just a fit. Unfortunately, it faded when he caught sight of the guy sitting in a chair opposite Brian.
"Brian, what's going on?" He asked, suspiciously.
"Justin, I believe you know my nephew, John." Justin did a double-take.
"Wait, the nephew?" He asked in bewilderment. John turned to actually look at him and stopped.
"I know you, you're the guy who confronted me at the arcade!" He turned to Brian."You been tapping that?"
"Excuse me?" Brian and Justin's shocked response echoed through the office. John through his hands up in surrender.
"Hey hey, cool it, just a question." But, he looked over at Justin and looked him up and down in appreciation. Justin immediately turned to Brian.
"Can you I speak to you, alone?" He said tersely. Brian looked at John.
"Go outside." John stood and exited, but not before giving Justin another look over, smirking.
Justin sat in the chair John had been in and looked at Brian.
"An explanation would be nice." He seemed agitated. Brian looked at his flustered partner.
"To put it simply, Claire had to go out of state, couldn't leave the juvenile delinquent with mother dearest, so we're stuck with him for the week." He put it as simply as he could. Justin was annoyed.
"We have him, for a week?" Brian nodded his head slowly, he had a feeling that this was going to cost him tonight. Justin let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
"Brian, this is the same kid who nearly got you put in jail, and I find out he's been in jail, we can't trust him, and we especially can't trust him around our six month old daughter!" He started shaking a bit. Ever since the bashing, whenever he got too stressed, he would start shaking. Brian got up immediately, walked over to him and pulled him into his arms.
"Hey hey, easy now, easy," He kissed the top of Justin's head."I don't like it anymore than you do, but we don't have any other choice." He pulled away.
"If it's any consolation, i'll put him to work here during the day, keep him out of trouble, we won't leave him at the manor alone and especially not with Kayley alone, alright?" He asked. Justin nodded.
"Brian, this is just a question, but...was he checking me out?" He asked Brian, sort of afraid of the answer. Brian frowned.
"I think he was, which confuses me, considering he hates us fags."
"Do you think maybe he's secretly into guys?" Justin looked at Brian, even after all this time, he still expected Brian to have most of the answers, even though he knew he didn't.
"Maybe, I don't know anything about the kid." He accepted that as a good answer. Brian walked over to the intercom and buzzed Cynthia.
"Send him back in." He sighed, wondering where the good morning had gone. John walked in, eyes instantly going to Justin making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Sit." Brian ordered to him, sitting in his own chair, John did as he was told.
"Here's the deal, you work here during the day, you go home with us at night, you sleep in a guest bedroom but outside of that, we don't let you out of our sight, do I make myself clear?" Brian stared at John intently, who shrugged as if bored."You're to stay away from our daughter-"
At this, John's head shot up fast.
"You two, have a kid?" He asked, not believing the words that Brian had just said.
"Yes, what's the big deal?" Justin lashed.
"No big deal, just I don't see you two as the parental type." He scoffed. Justin rolled his eyes. John smiled."Especially not you." His eyes twinkled mischievously. Brian had enough.
"Last thing, keep your eyes and hands off my partner." Brian replied nonchalantly, not revealing just how much this affected him. He was rarely jealous when it came to Justin, he didn't doubt how Justin felt, but he did feel an intense dislike when guys gave him those lusty eyes, he disliked it even more when it was coming from his own nephew.
John groaned.
"I can't even look at him? He's a walking wet dream!" He pointed out. Brian found this to be quite surprising.
"Whatever happened to the 'all fags go to hell' attitude you were so infamous for?" He sniped at the younger boy. All John could do was smile.
"Sure, girls are great, but I found out quite easily that, just like prison, a lot of butt-fucking goes on in juvie and it wasn't bad, so maybe I notice guys more now, and honestly, your 'partner' has a great ass." He smirked throughout the entire time he was talking. Justin didn't know whether to feel flattered or annoyed. Brian really wanted to kick the kid out.
Going against his better judgement, he rung Cynthia over the intercom again and asked her to give John a temporary job to do. She quickly thought of something and John was swept from the office. Justin stood there, drumming his fingers against the desk.
Brian looked at him, feeling slightly guilty for putting Justin through this, hadn't he suffered enough already? He stood once again, walking over to his lover and kissed him. He reached down and cupped him through his pants. Justin gasped and pulled away, the sunshine smile back.
"As much as i'd enjoy being fucked on your desk, Mr. Kinney, we have a deadline to meet, but I will be taking you up on your offer later." Leaning up for a light kiss, he walked out of the office. Brian smiled to himself, watching Justin walk out. John was right about one thing, Justin had a great ass.
Later on that day, around four o'clock, Brian was ready to leave. It had been a long day and he wanted it over with. The good news was he was going to see Justin, that was what he always looked forward to all day, especially when they were both busy. The bad news was, he was also going to have to put up with his nephew he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of his partner and he really detested that.
Justin came into the office, with a paint splatter across his sweater, but his grin as beautiful as always. Brian frowned.
"Working in the art department is taking a toll on your clothing, I wouldn't mind but you do have to leave the manor, so it looks like we're going to have to go shopping again." He responded after kissing him. Justin just shook his head.
"I don't need anymore clothes, I have plenty from your last shopping trip." He chuckled. Brian was not to be deterred.
"Then Kayley definitely could use some new clothes." He answered. Justin groaned in playful frustration.
"I'll never understand how a baby needs Prada and Armani outfits." He objected.
"Any child of mine is going to have the best, I tried to convince Lindsay and Melanie of that, they disagreed with it just as you did, so i'm going to spoil that little girl twice as much, just because I can." He smiled wrapping his arms around Justin's neck.
"Daddy's little girl." He joked, rubbing Brian's arms."Just wait until she's a teenager."
"Don't, all the jokes about father's, teenager daughters, and shotguns are all starting to make sense to me now." He scowled.
"Aww, don't worry, i'm sure you can handle it." He leaned in to kiss Brian when somebody cleared their throat from the door. They looked over and saw John standing there, impatiently.
"I'm hungry."
"Listen you little twat-" Justin quieted him.
"Don't worry about it, remember what I promised you later." Justin wiggled out of Brian's grasp and grabbed his art case before grabbing Brian and walking out the door.
They all crawled into the car and Justin drove to Daphne's, picking up Kayley. He secured her in her car seat and they drove off. John stared at the baby, she looked a damn lot like Justin, it surprised him, he wondered who exactly the mother was and if there was anything of her in there.
Brian and Justin were conversing up front.
"We should go out to dinner." Justin suggested."I'm not in the mood to cook." Brian shrugged.
"Alright, I told you that you didn't have to cook every night."
"I like cooking, remember?" Justin looked out at the road. Brian seemed to be thinking.
"How about swinging by the diner, i'm sure Deb wouldn't mind seeing us, or more importantly, seeing Kayley." Brian tossed out. Justin nodded fervently.
"Alright, let's go." Brian rounded a corner and headed to the diner. He was nervous about bringing the brat with him to this place again, but Justin wanted to go out so he'd do it. He hoped it wouldn't be a disaster.
Okay, that'll be it for now. Hope you like it, please review if you have the time, thank you.