Justin
I hung up the phone with Emmett just after five in the evening. Everything was pretty well set. I had planned a low-key dinner for Brian's birthday followed by an evening of debauchery. I reminded all: no happy birthdays, no mention of his age, no presents, cards, tokens, gag gifts or other symbolic ways of celebration. It would be just a simple dinner for the two of us followed by drinks at Woody's and the run of the mill night at Babylon with our closest friends. I was sure Brian would be in a depressed mood leading up to his birthday but he came home cheerful.
"What's all this?" Brian asked taking off his suit jacket and laying his briefcase down on the kitchen table.
"Just dinner", I reassured him, "Want a taste?" I offered him a sample off the spoon I was using to stir the cream sauce.
He grabbed my hips and kissed my forehead before tasting the sample. "Mmm, that's good. Is it a new recipe from Michael?"
"No", I replied as I continued chopping vegetables for the salad. "This one was my mom's. Fettuccine Alfredo"
"Did you have a good day?", I proceeded to ask treading carefully but with a smile that showed him I remembered his birthday but was honoring his wishes to ignore it.
"Better now", he nodded at me to acknowledge this unspoken subtext. "I met with Ted about my money today, so that always puts me in a good mood."
"Really?" Brian and I rarely spoke about money. I understood that he did well. He paid for all the household expenses and our vacations; it was rare he let me pay for much. I had considerable savings from having virtually no expenses over the last few years so I paid for my car, my art supplies, personal travel, health insurance and the occasion grocery store trip or dinner out. I had long ago repaid the money he loaned me for school.
"Yes dear", he laughed as he poured himself and me a glass of wine. "I made some decisions today" he said offering me the wine.
"Thinking of making a big purchase to mark the big day?" I cringed the second the words left my mouth, kicking myself for mentioning his birthday.
He stared at me, a half-smile escaping his lips. He took a long sip of his wine, ran his hand through his hair before loosening his tie and slipping it over his head. "What big day are you referring to?"
I paused before responding "Just the day when I agreed to marry you, again, of course."
With that he smiled, walked over to me, pulled me close to his chest so my head was resting on his shoulder and his arms were around me tight. "Now that is something I would like to celebrate", he whispered to me.
Brian
Dinner was good, very good. Justin had become a fantastic chef. We spent most of the dinner talking about his upcoming art exhibit. He had a brilliant idea for a new piece and he lit up when describing it to me. I didn't want to interrupt his attempt to avoid talking about my birthday, I was relishing it.
"Justin, I love you", I finally interjected. "Do you know how much I love you?"
I got up to clear the table, stopping to kiss the top of his head on my way to the kitchen.
He followed me into the kitchen carrying more dishes before asking "What was that for?"
"What do you mean; can't I tell you how much I love you at random spontaneous moments?" I asked pushing my lips together nervously like I always do when faced with moments of non-sexual intimacy.
"You can, and I love that you did, but it's a little out of character", he responded rubbing my back as I bent to place the dishes in the dishwasher.
"I made some decisions today. I want to talk to you about them". I answered hoping he wouldn't notice I was changing the subject.
"Can it wait?" he asked, "We need to get showered and changed to meet the guys for drinks at Woody's"
"We have plenty of time" I said while looking at my watch, "It's only eight".
"Yes, but I have plans for you before we go out". He grabbed my waist with one hand and started unbuckling my belt with the other. He led me over to the family room, pulled my pants down and knelt before me. He started running his tongue on my stomach slowly kissing along my navel working his way down. He inserted his fingers between my skin and the waistband of my underwear pulling them down over my ass and letting my hardening dick spring free. I braced myself for the warmth of his mouth but instead he finished pulling my pants off and unbuttoning my shirt until I was completely naked. He instructed me to lie down on our couch but when I started to lie on my back he corrected me.
"No, lie on your stomach", I gave him a nervous glance. I wasn't prepared to bottom tonight. "Trust me", he said kissing me deeply as he encouraged me to roll over.
I felt vulnerable, laying naked on our couch my ass in the air. I took in the sensations, the coolness of the leather against my stomach and now rock hard cock, the electricity of anticipation.
Justin straddled me, running his hands firmly on my neck and shoulders. He took a bottle of what I thought might be lube but turned out to be scented oil and started working it into my back and neck muscles. The scent was lavender; it was surprisingly relaxing and erotic, his massage felt wonderful. I moaned as Justin's strong artist hands worked his way to my lower back. He continued in this fashion for close to a half hour, massaging my scalp, neck, back and arms, pausing to lean over and place soft kisses along the way. He stopped and repositioned himself lower on my upper thighs and started working the massage down to my buttocks. He leaned over pulling apart my cheeks and running his tongue along the path to my hole. He started applying more pressure as he darted his tongue in my opening. My ass opened to him. The sensation drove me crazy. Justin rarely gave me a rim job and I was overwhelmed by the pleasure. My cock was pressing into the sofa and I badly wanted to turn around and fuck his brains out.
"Do you like that baby?" he asked reaching up to pull my hair back as he continued diving his tongue into my hole.
"God yes" I moaned, "It feels so good". You need to stop soon or I'm going to cum all over this couch.
With my warning he eased up and stood up, allowing me to sit up.
He stood in front of me smiling mischievously. He picked up the remote to turn on some music and slowly began removing his clothes. He sensually unbuttoned his shirt while moving his hips to the music. I reached down to stroke my own cock while I watched him. He turned around letting me see his ass as he pulled his pants to just above his crotch. He faced me again as I reached out to grab him, he slapped my hands away.
"Not yet", he teased, "let me do this".
I sighed, grasping my cock and taking in his strip tease.
He reached up and grabbed his own bulge, revealing the outline of his erection. He pulled his pants down and removed them and his underwear. He straddled me on the couch, positioning his tight pink hole above my aching hard on. He lowered himself slowly onto me. Holding my legs down discouraging me from trusting up into him; I leaned back and let him set the pace. He started riding me slowly, letting my cock fill him and rising up so that I almost slipped out before slamming back down onto me and rising back up again slowly. The intensity was mind-blowing. I watched his face as he continued to fuck me so slowly with his eyes closed. His expression as he moved so sexy that of wanting and pleasure. He no longer looked like a boy; his face had evolved into to a manly appearance even though he retained his beautiful twink body. His barely noticeable blond stubble of his five o'clock shadow rubbed my face as he leaned over kissing me passionately and biting my neck and earlobe. I grabbed him close, speeding up the cadence of his movements and encouraging him by shifting my hips upward to meet his thrust down on to me, the movement driving my cock as deeply as possible up him. I felt the twitching of my rising orgasm almost simultaneous with the wet sticky fluid of his cum covering my stomach and chest. I gasped and screamed out as I began erupting a hot flow of my cum into him.
Justin
Brian's face was priceless as he stood up to kiss me. "Well that was fucking unbelievably hot", he said as he reached down picking up our clothes.
"You're not so bad yourself", I spanked his bare ass hard leaving a red mark briefly on his perfect backside.
"Ouch", he called out standing up abruptly. "Spanking is my job Sunshine"
We headed to our bedroom to clean up and shower; he playfully smacked my bare ass as we ascended the stairs to our room. "Knock it off", I said while laughing trying to block my ass with my clothes.
"I'm not kidding Justin, that was a-maz-ing!", Brian turned on the shower feeling the water to adjust the temperature. He grabbed his electric razor and started shaving his stubble. "That was just want I wanted for my birthday"
"You're welcome", I smiled at his acknowledging his birthday for the first time. "I do have a few small gifts for you since this is a special day."
"No gift, the rim job was more than enough", he insisted while pushing me gently into the shower, kissing me.
"Well then it's not for your birthday", I teased, "consider it a gift to mark the tenth anniversary of the day you saved my life".
With the mention of my bashing, Brian recoiled. We rarely acknowledged his birthday also marked this important event in our relationship and in my life. I had grown to feel more and more comfortable about talking about the bashing. Drawing it for Rage had been therapeutic and confronting Chris Hobbs that night has really given me closure but Brian still looked like he had been punched in the face when I brought it up.
"Sunshine", he said, "I don't want to talk about it". He changed the subject by kissing me and turning me around to soap my crack.
"Alright", I relented, "but you're still going to open your gifts when we're done and then we can go back to pretending it's not happening."
After the shower, I shaved and dressed with Brian. I left the bedroom while he tried on his twenty-first black shirt, turning to check himself out in the mirror after each one. I grabbed the gifts I had hidden in my studio and returned setting the smaller package on the bed and leaning the other package against the wall.
"Open this first", I said while picking up the small package.
Brian took it reluctantly and removed the wrapping paper revealing the Armani box. He lit up like the label queen he still was and opened the box, removing the tissue paper and holding up the shirt I purchased him. He held it up and smiled.
"This is the one I wanted from the Spring collection", he placed the shirt down and gave me a kiss to thank me.
"Now this one", I said gesturing to the package against the wall.
Brian
I looked at Justin's face while I removed the outer packaging to expose the back of a framed painting. I turned the painting around to reveal the canvas. "It's stunning", I remarked.
I examined it noticing Justin's signature in the corner and taking in the scene. It was the profile of an old man looking into a mirror but the reflection was of me, many years younger, lying on our bed in the old loft. I was carving an apple with a knife staring off looking deep in thought.
"When did you paint this?" I asked him. "It's not your usual style."
"I've been working on this for about a month" he answered going on to explain how he had the image of me saved from his computer. He had sketched it the night he started drawing again after giving it up following the bashing.
"You, you inspired me, that night, to draw again. You keep on inspiring me. I was speechless so he continued. "The old man is me", he explained. "No matter how old we get, I want you to know this is how I see you. Still young, still beautiful, still my inspiration."
"I have told you before I wouldn't be an artist if it wasn't for you" he continued looking deeply into my eyes, "It's not just because you paid for my school and supported me financially, or helped me through every dark moment in my life, or helped me be the best homosexual I could be, or encouraged me to follow my dreams but because every painting, sketch and doodle I have created since I was eighteen years old has been in some way inspired by you. I am alive because of you, I have this wonderful life because of you and I can't wait to call you my husband"
I couldn't think of any words to say what I was feeling so I cupped his face with my hands and placed my forehead to his. I matched his breathing and held there for a minute feeling his pulse beat in the same time as mine. I pulled back searching his face for the right words to express what his painting means to me, what he means to me and finding no words I pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. I pulled away to whisper into his ear, "I love you Sunshine". I retracted to see his face. I said it again more clearly, "I love you. Thank you. I love you."
After several minutes of intimate kissing we were reminded of the time when Molly returned home. The car door slammed in the driveway prompting Justin to check his watch. "Oh my God, we are so late to meet the guys." Justin said, "Finish getting ready, we have to hurry".
In the car on the way to the bar, I put my hand on Justin's thigh and he reached down taking my hand in his. We didn't hold hands very often but the emotional connection was so strong I needed a physical one to contain myself. He smiled at me showing appreciation for the gesture. We drove in silence for a while on the way back into Pittsburg. After a while, I broke the silence.
"I never finished telling you about the decisions I made", I said matter of fact.
"Oh yeah, what's going on" he asked.
"Well first, I saw my lawyer today", I continued to explain, "I changed my will so that if I die you will inherit everything, minus of course, what will go into a trust for Gus".
He looked at me blankly. I continued, "I also am giving you ownership in my businesses". You'll have a share of Kinnetic and be part owner of Babylon.
"Brian, I don't care about your money. You know that." he protested.
"I know but if we married legally, you would be entitled to what I have, should something happen." I said as insistently as possible trying to get him to accept my offer.
"Brian, I have saved a bit of money over the years, I can take care of myself." He protested again.
I continued to explain, "I also had the lawyer draw up medical power of attorney, I'm putting your name on the deed to Britin and there's other paperwork to add you to my financial accounts. We will have to go through and sign most of it together." Despite his continued protest, I was adamant that Justin have all the rights and powers that any legally married person would have for a spouse.
We pulled into the parking spot about a block from Woody's. I turned off the car and looked over. He did not look convinced. "Justin", I said, "Listen to me, it's important to me. If we were legally married, you would have this. I am wealthy; my net worth is over five million now. If I die, I need to make sure that the two most important people in my life, you and Gus, are protected. I don't want my hard-earned money going to the government or worse my degenerate sister or mother and I don't want the fact that we're queer to cause any problems for you. If I could buy a life insurance policy and leave you the beneficiary I would but because I've had cancer, I don't qualify so I am setting things up now. I should have done it a long time ago"
Justin nodded slowly, "OK, if it's important to you and you're sure. I will sign the papers." he looked down still uncomfortable with the idea. "Five million, huh?" He laughed as he said it clearly taken aback by the amount.
"And some change", I laughed and kissed him.
"Wait, you started this by saying "Well first…" was there more?", he glanced up at me.
"Actually yes, secondly, I scheduled an appointment with my doctor today", I continued, "I thought I would get a check-up. I think before we ask your sister if I can knock her up, we should make sure my swimmers were up to the job."
