As Xena continues her assimiliation into the Taylor-Kinney household, Justin is forced to admit that she won't be the ONLY possible troublemaker at Britin during the wedding. What will Brian's reaction be? A little bit of angst in this chapter, along with a little smut.;)
Brian winced as the sound of whimpering could be heard overhead, accented with an occasional yip of displeasure. "Justin, it's bad enough having to hear you and your girlfriend over there 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over what must be 10,000 calories and unfathomable carbs. But can't you do something about your Amazon Queen upstairs?" He picked up the china mug lying on the kitchen counter and took a big swallow, wondering if he should supplant his drink with a little Beam for fortitude. Not for the first time, he considered his sanity in agreeing to add to their household in the first place.
Justin snorted. "MY queen," he muttered under his breath. He temporarily ignored Brian's grouchiness as he picked up his fork and stabbed a large bite from the next sample of cake. He couldn't help the appreciative moan that escaped his lips a few seconds later as he let the silkiness of the raspberry-chocolate cheesecake slide over his tongue, making certain parts of Brian's anatomy take notice; to him, it sounded much too much like another sort of sound Justin made in bed, and apparently his cock didn't know the difference. "Oh, my God, Em!" Justin raved. "It's got to be this one!" He took another bite, licking his lips to make sure he collected every luscious bit. "Mmm...I love it!"
Emmett nodded with a knowing grin. "Excellent choice, my good sir," he declared in his best, imitation English accent. "It's one of our most requested choices. And I think the Lord of the Manor over there agrees, too," he added with a smirk as he heard a grunt coming from the big, bad wolf sitting at the kitchen counter, observing him adjusting his pants as he sat on one of the stools. Realizing he was being observed, Brian affixed his best death-ray glare on his friend as Justin peered over at him with a smug smile on his face, knowing precisely what was going on and enjoying every second of it.
"She's always been your dog, and always will be," Brian responded. "You do remember our agreement, correct?" he reminded his fiancé.
"Yes, Mr. Kinney," was the saucy reply as Emmett clamped a hand over his mouth to hide his amusement. "I will continue to personally take care of the eating, sleeping, and pooping machine, as you call her. She is getting better with doing her business outside," he reported, proud of his protégé. He avoided telling Brian that he had had to scoop up a couple of dried turds that he had found in a corner of Xena's room yesterday, however. At least she hadn't pissed on the hardwood this time. Of course, that might be due to the newspapers he had spread all over the floor earlier. For a moment, he almost laughed out loud as he compared the dried-up, shriveled and urine-laced newspaper to a certain stunt that his jealous partner had pulled back in his Rage days. At least Xena's aim was more accurate. Something told him that Brian would not be amused by the comparison he was silently making,however, so he held his tongue.
"Fabulous," Brian deadpanned. "But just remember, Dog Whisperer, our bedroom is off limits, now and forever, to anything that wears fur...unless it's for lining handcuffs. AND our wedding, too." Justin blushed, recalling a scene last week in their bedroom which had included exactly that as Brian peered back at Emmett. "I guess that excludes you, too, then, Emmy Lou." He tsked-tsked. "And what a shame it is. I was going to ask to borrow your skunk fur-lined vest for the wedding."
"Right." Emmett rolled his eyes. He had no intention of missing what he considered to be the grandest gay wedding of the year. It might not wind up being the biggest, but it WOULD be spectacular. As the event planner - and as the grooms's friend - there was no way he was going to miss THIS.
Brian sighed in exasperation as the previous whimpering he had heard before became full-fledged yelping now. "Fuck!" he muttered, quickly losing patience. "Justin, go up and do something about your dog!"
"My dog," his fiancé muttered under his breath. What? Was he going to have to keep her on his side of the house now, too?
"She IS your dog," Brian retorted, his ears picking up on what Justin had said. "I never asked for that...that...furry ball of blubber!" He covered his ears as Xena left forth with yet another symphony of whimpers and yelps.
Justin appeared insulted on his...uh, their dog's behalf. "She's not blubbery," he told him stiffly. "She's just...big-boned." Xena seemed to be growing by the hour, he had to silently concede. But what did Brian expect? Apparently she took after her father in the growth department, instead of her more petite, escape-artist mother.
He glared at Brian as he let forth with a robust guffaw. "Big boned? Justin, that's like saying Debbie is a little loud." He sighed. "Just do something, before I wind up with a splitting headache, okay?" Justin noticed that he had that same, 'And Lights Out at Eleven ' pained look that he recalled Brian displaying so many years ago after he had been kicked out of his own house, and his mom had brought his clothes to Brian's office - that barely contained look of irritation and disbelief that he was yet again going along with one of his decisions. You so love me, Kinney, he couldn't help thinking, forcing himself not to smile.
"She doesn't like being left alone," he explained aloud. "She's used to hanging out with me when I'm working in the studio, and can keep her company. She's still just a baby, Brian," he reminded him.
"A baby elephant with a California king-sized dog bed that she is quickly outgrowing," he retorted. "Did you see our credit card bill yesterday? I saw the grocery receipt, Justin. It was 20% higher than the last time you went to the store. How much puppy chow is that hound eating? Maybe it'd be cheaper to go to the feed store, and buy some cow chow instead."
"Maybe it would," Justin answered, a little miffed on her behalf. "She's still growing, and it's not good for puppies to eat adult dog food. I can't help it if she's a robust eater."
"She's a bottomless eating machine, all right...just like someone else I know. Remind me again why I agreed to this?"
Justin shrugged as if he were clueless while Emmett watched the back-and-forth bantering with rapt attention. "Because you love me desperately, and can't bear the thought of being without me? Because you can't stand to see me unhappy? That the sex with me is the most mind-blowing thing you've ever experienced, and you knew if you said no I would never have sex with you again?"
Brian snorted. "Wrong, Blond Boy! Try again." Brian couldn't help snickering when Justin promptly responded by maturely sticking his tongue out at him. "Now, now, Sunshine," he clucked at him. "We have a guest," he admonished him, evoking a rolling of the eyes from Emmett. "But keep thinking about it, and maybe it will come back to you." He grinned as he slid off his counter stool and walked over to give his husband-to-be a kiss on the cheek. "I'll let you girls get back to your cake tasting in the meantime. I'm going into work for a while...early." He began to walk away, only to have Justin's next question stop him momentarily.
"Brian! What if I need your input on the wedding?"
Brian turned around to wrap his arms around his husband from behind, nuzzling his neck. "You know I don't care about that shit. You and Emmy Lou handle it." He let go of Justin, scooping up his car keys from the counter. "As long as you don't decorate the backyard in fuchsia and velvet, you know I'm fine with whatever you do."
"Anything?"
Brian sighed. "There you go again," he responded in gentle warning. "Remember what I said, Justin."
Justin harrumphed. "Just don't plan on finding a way to worm your way out of it," he told him as Brian held two fingers up in a 'Scout's Honor' gesture and grinned. "Go," he was told, finally being rewarded with a half-smile. With a smirk and a glance over at Emmett, Brian turned around and headed out the door leading into the garage, leaving the two friends alone.
"Aargh! That man is so exasperating! If I didn't know better, I'd say he was trying to find a way to get out of our wedding yet."
"Now, Baby, you know he's not going to back out now," Emmett reassured him quietly. He knew how much Brian loved him; and despite his earlier denial, he would do anything to make Justin happy...except perhaps marrying him strictly to serve that purpose. That, in and of itself, told Emmett all he needed to know.
Justin nodded. "I know. But I also know he's not too happy about Xena being underfoot. I'm trying to work with her in between the trainer's lessons, but she's definitely got a lot of Tricky in her. She's very...stubborn." He smiled as he paused. "But she's also a lot of fun, and is very lovable...if you can overlook some of her 'imperfections.' Hopefully she'll grow on Brian. After all, Tricky's allowed in the house now without any limitations. We just have to lock up anything that's breakable before he gets here, and overlook the drool he scatters throughout the house."
Emmett chuckled. "I happen to like drool...in the right situation," he told Justin with a wink. Justin laughed. "So is he going to be allowed here during the wedding? That should be an indication of how much Brian is willing to do for you."
"Well, it would be more for Gus's sake than mine," Justin corrected him. He grimaced. "Actually, he thinks Tricky is staying back home with some of Mel and Lindsay's friends. What he doesn't know yet is that Gus had such a fit about leaving him at home that the girls relented and asked me if they could bring him...and I said yes."
Emmett chuckled as his eyes grew wide. "Oh, you'd better not keep THAT a secret! I can just imagine the big, bad wolf's reaction when he learns his biggest fan is coming to the wedding! I mean, I know how much he loves his son, but even the Father of the Year would be hard pressed to agree to that! I've seen that dog in action!"
Justin nodded back at him. "I know...I was kind of hoping to get Xena broken in a little more before I sprung that on him. But I'm running out of time, so I'll have to tell him soon."
Emmett grinned. "Uh...Baby, I hate to tell you this, but soon is now. Your wedding is in a few days."
Justin sighed. "I know. I'm just not sure what the best way is to tell him. It was hard enough persuading him to let Xena come live with us."
"I'm sure it was very hard," Emmett replied with a wink, making Justin blush. He knew Brian well enough to figure out how he and Justin normally resolved things: in a horizontal position. "Well, as your friend and your wedding planner, I suggest just pitching it out there while you're in the throes of some hot, passionate sex right before he comes. Then he'll be too focused on what you're doing to think about what you're saying."
Justin blushed even more as he told his friend, "I'll think about that." His eyes sparkled at the array in front of him. "But now...I'd like to focus on these goodies. I want to try every one of them!"
"I thought you had already made up your mind?"
Justin grinned. "I have - it's that one," he told Em, pointing over at the one he had been raving about moments earlier. "But no point in letting all this good cake go to waste."
Emmett nodded solemnly. "I couldn't agree more! So...where did we leave off? Oh, yeah! Try this marbled one; you're gonna love it!"
Three Days before the Wedding...Morning - Britin
Justin smiled at the sensation of a warm tongue laving one of his bare nipples as he lay in his and Brian's luxurious bed. The tongue was just rough enough to make each lick a symphony of pleasurable sensations as his entire body began to slowly wake up and come alive. He sighed in contentment, feeling the plushness of the memory foam bed underneath his body, and the softness of the down pillow cradling his head as a pair of warm hands began to slide up the side of his thighs to rest at his waist. Still smiling with his eyes closed, he wriggled under the expert touch. "Hmmm...not now, Xena," he murmured, trying hard to keep his lips from breaking out into an even broader smile. He laughed as he heard a responding 'hmpff' of insulted indignation from his partner. Slowly he opened his eyes to find Brian propped up on his elbows now, hovering over him in all his glory, his auburn hair hanging down into his eyes.
"You asshole! You knew it was me all the time."
Justin giggled. "Of course I did!" He shook his head in amusement. "Brian, Xena's much too small to jump up on our bed. And besides, not only would you have a conniption fit if she wound up in here, but your hands immediately gave you away. Hers have fur on them, remember?"
Brian pondered that for a moment. "You'd let Xena give you tongue? Eww..." His lips curled under and his eyes twinkled at his fiancé, broadcasting his jesting.
Justin rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "No. Well, not that kind of 'tongue,' anyway." He slid his hands up Brian's strong arms to rest them on his fiance's shoulders, his thumbs making swirling motions on the warm, taut skin. "I would know your touch anywhere," he told him softly as he gazed into the other man's eyes. And it was true. He could be deaf and blind, but still would know Brian instantly by how he touched him; how he loved him every time they were together. It was one of the things he cherished most about him.
Brian smiled back at him in a way that made Justin's heart lurch. "Yeah...me, too," he admitted, as he gently turned both of them so that they were on their sides, facing each other. "Can you believe it?" he asked. "Three more days."
Justin smiled, happy that Brian actually sounded like he was looking forward to it. What a long way they had come since that night under the lamppost! "I can't wait," he told him, as the two lovers leaned in for a short but passionate kiss.
Pulling back slightly, Brian pushed Justin onto his back again, looming over him as he balanced his own body on his elbows to either side of his chest. "We're not going to have much time to be alone," Brian reminded him. The girls and Gus would soon be knocking at their door, having decided to arrive by car later today so they could help with any last minute preparations. Also, Gus was to be the official ring bearer for their wedding - just as he would have been the first time they had thought about getting married - and JR would be the flower girl. So Emmett would be out bright and early tomorrow to help Gus and his sister learn the proper procedure for their roles in the ceremony, and to attend to any last-minute preparations before the big event to make sure everything went off without a hitch, telling his friend that this time, nothing was going to prevent his 'Baby' from becoming Mr. Justin Taylor-Kinney, the twink extraordinaire who had captured the big, bad, Brian Kinney's heart.
Justin shivered with anticipation as Brian leaned down to ghost his lips over his chest and then his stomach before swirling his tongue around his belly button; he moaned deep in his throat as Brian coated it with his saliva before slowly moving downward to his desired target. His heart thumping in his chest and his body thrumming with desire, Justin's hands found purchase in Brian's hair as he breathlessly reminded him, "I thought you said...we didn't have much time."
Brian lifted his head to peer into his face, his eyes dark with arousal. "We always have time for this." His voice, throaty and thick with need, made Justin's face warm and his cock harden to a painful level.
His partner was about to plaster his lips around the head of his cock - making Justin even harder at the thought, and rendering him close to incoherent - but he had to talk to Brian before their lovemaking got any further. He gently tugged on his lover's hair. "Brian...wait; I...I have to talk to you."
Brian lifted his head to peer up at him in astonishment. "Talk now? Justin, I'm just getting started here. We can 'talk' later; it's overrated, anyway," he added with a smirk. He gripped the base of Justin's cock, prepared to resume his activity, but to his consternation he was thwarted once more as Justin again pulled lightly but determinedly on his hair. "Justin..." his voice was deep and thick with barely-controlled lust. His partner could be a regular chatterbox when he wanted to be...but even this was new for him. Well, he knew of one way to get his mind back on the matters at hand; nothing could be so important that it couldn't wait.
"Brian, I have to tell you something," his fiancé tried once more with a little more urgency. He moaned, however, as Brian's tongue took a long swipe on the underside of his cock, and he decided that Xena's mom wasn't the only slut when it came to sex as he promptly lost all ability to think. He decided his confession could wait as Brian grinned in triumph, beginning to suckle the plum-colored head with relish now.
"Aaahhh," was the only response Justin could make as his hands twisted in Brian's soft hair, and he held on for dear life, feeling like he was going to explode from pleasure. "Brian..." his body arched off the bed in reaction, but he only succeeded slightly in moving as Brian pressed his hands down gently but firmly on his thighs, signaling for him to remain still and causing his breath to catch in his throat as his sped up his actions, using his tongue, lips, and light scrapings of his teeth to make him go insane. "Fuck..." he moaned, his heart racing. He felt like his skin was on fire as his eyes squeezed shut and he focused on the feel of Brian's lips and his large hands on his body. He had long ago given up on trying to figure out how Brian continued to play his body perfectly like a fine-turned machine; even now, even after all this time, he could never get enough of his touch, his smell, his murmurings to him as they made love.
He squirmed in delicious ecstasy, his head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, as Brian brought him time and time again to the brink of orgasm, only to slow his pace down just enough to allow him to regain his breath, and then start all over again. It was incredibly frustrating, but also extremely arousing. He didn't care if he sounded like he was whimpering as he begged, "Brian. God, let me come." He received a lifting of his lover's head, and his trademark smirk, before he resumed his actions. Finally, after a few minutes, he got his wish as Brian sped up the intensity on his cock and he exploded into his partner's mouth with a loud cry, lifting his upper body off the bed as Brian sucked him dry.
Slowly sliding back up Justin's quivering body as his partner tried to come down from the rapturous high he had just experienced, his own cock, hard as steel, brushed against Justin's belly as he came face to face with his lover. Brian stared into the flushed face of his soon-to-be husband, sweat glistening off his brow, and the feel of Justin's chest still heaving beneath him, and he savored the sight, feeling heady with power; power that only he had over this man. "Thought you could use a little pre-wedding present, Sunshine," he murmured deep in his throat, sensuously licking his lips to retrieve any remnants of come remaining from his lover's cock.
Justin's breath caught at the sound of Brian's voice and the look on his face, feeling his cock beginning to take interest again.
Brian smiled. "Just wait until our wedding night," he told him, his voice raw in anticipation. "I'm going to take you on a trip you won't forget...without going anywhere at all." The two of them had decided to postpone their honeymoon trip to Fiji until after their guests had left, both of them wanting to spend some time with Gus, particularly, before they departed, and due to both of them having crazy work schedules for the next several days.
Justin swallowed hard at the thought of their wedding night, wondering exactly what Brian meant, but knowing whatever it was, it would definitely live up to his lover's boast; of that he had no doubt. He smiled back at him. "I'll...I'll definitely be looking forward to it," he whispered, his voice raspy as he attempted to regain his breath. "How about a sneak preview?" he managed to ask with a smile, his hand snaking down to grip the base of Brian's cock possessively as he heard a low, guttural sound escape his lover's lips. "Brian...take me," he demanded urgently, his hand slowly gliding up and down the silky, hard shaft, feeling it throbbing under his touch. All concerns about the time they had left before the girls and Gus arrived, and the unexpected guest coming with them, flew out of his mind as he commanded him, "Take me now."
Brian's eyes darkened to an impossible shade of brown in reaction to the need in Justin's voice as he rose up onto his knees to reach for the lube and condoms lying on the nightstand, always at the ready. Preparing his lover with the lube, he poked a couple of fingers inside the hot channel, finding that spot that drove Justin wild and making him buck with pleasure, before he hurriedly slid a condom onto his cock and lined himself up with the inviting opening. His partner wrapped his feet around his slim waist to link his ankles behind him as they locked eyes on his other in silent communication - just before Brian pushed partly inside.
"Deeper," was the immediate, needy demand as Justin's blue eyes bore into his. "More," he urged him, his hands gripping Brian's arms so tightly his partner's skin turned white where Justin's fingers dug into his flesh.
Staring at his beautiful lover a few moments longer, Brian didn't need any further invitation than that before he pulled back ever so slightly - and then pushed all the way in, up to the hilt, skin to skin, body to body. As always whenever he was inside Justin, it felt incredible, overpowering, and unbelievably tight, like a glove custom-wrapped around him. He held his breath as he remained still for just the briefest of times, in awe of the sensations flowing through him, before Justin's quiet but firm invocation of "move, Brian," caused him to refocus his thoughts as he pushed out slightly, and then back in, beginning a smooth, thrusting motion as the two lovers rocked together in perfect synchrony.
"Oh, fuck," Justin moaned loudly as Brian sped up his endeavor, his own hips snapping almost violently now to meet Brian's thrusts as he picked up his tempo; it was like the wildest, the craziest of roller coaster rides without a safety harness, and he felt like he was almost drowning in pleasure as his fiancé slowly drove him to the brink of insanity.
Wanting desperately to climax once more, he snaked his hand in between their bodies toward his cock, only to have Brian shake his head in rebuttal. He whimpered in desperation before he felt Brian's warm hand grip his shaft and begin to stroke it in time with his thrusts. "Yes..." He hissed out in triumph as he felt a second orgasm about to erupt, his balls tightening against his body, which was now coiled tighter than a spring.
How he managed to endure a few seconds longer after Brian cried out loudly and achieved his own orgasm before he came a second time, he didn't know. But the sound of his lover's voice as he climaxed, and the feel of his seed spilling into the condom, was enough to make him, too, fall over the edge and drown in his own desire. Brian pumped into him a few more times before he fell onto Justin's smaller body, a boneless heap of sweat, heat, and delicious weight, their legs tangled together as Justin's body slumped on the bed, and he lay there, too weak to move. Not that he wanted to, anyway; the feeling of Brian enfolding him like a protective blanket was too good for words.
It would be a few minutes before Brian had the strength to roll off him onto his back, their hands instinctively reaching out to link fingers between them. Only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard for a few moments longer before Brian whispered, "Fuck, that was hot."
Justin turned his head to peer over at him; he blinked in reaction to a trickle of sweat that dripped into his eyes, trying to find his voice to speak. "Yeah..." he whispered with a sleepy smile. Right then, all he wanted to do was lie there in their bed, forget everyone and everything else as they fucked their brains out the rest of the day. But he knew that wasn't possible. "Wow..."
Brian grinned at the praise. "I'm glad you approve, Sunshine. I wouldn't want my husbandly duties to be considered subpar."
Justin chuckled. "No danger there, Mr. Kinney," he reassured him hoarsely, still trying to regain his normal speaking voice. He sighed, their hands still gripping each other's. "But we're going to have to get out of this bed soon...if I'm able to walk now, that is."
Brian chuckled back at him. "Maybe a nice, hot shower will help ease your stiffness."
Justin groaned at the image of something in particular becoming stiff again as he tried feverishly to control his body's rebellion against common sense and plain, old time constraints. "Did you have to use that word?" he grumbled. Brian grinned as he pulled on his fiance's hand. "Come on," he urged him. "Now you'll have you take a shower with me to alleviate MY suffering." He scooted up in the bed, the two of them slowly rising from the mattress to stand.
"I think I'm willing to make that sacrifice," Justin decided solemnly. With a smile of his own, he eagerly pulled Brian toward the bathroom.
Fifteen Minutes Later...
"But Brian, what did you expect me to do? This is Gus we're talking about!"
Brian stared over at him, still in disbelief. "You wait until I fucking come in the shower to tell me that woolly mammoth is coming here after all? Great timing there, Sunshine!"
Justin bit his lip apprehensively; well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Damn Emmett and his ideas..."Well, what would YOU have done if your son had been talking to YOU, Brian? Your sobbing, hiccupping, distraught son, the one who kept saying without Tricky he wouldn't come to the wedding! The one who could barely talk due to how upset he was!"
"He would have had no choice, Justin! He's not the adult here! He would have been disappointed for a brief time, but then he would have gotten over it," he stated, although deep down he really didn't believe that. His son felt things deeply, and when he loved someone, he loved them with all his heart. Like father, like son...he couldn't help thinking. He shook his head. "How long?'
"Huh?"
"How long have you known?"
Justin paused, Brian's eyes boring into his. "A few days," he admitted finally.
"A few days!" Brian roared. "Justin, I thought we weren't going to keep any secrets from each other anymore! That always gets both of us in trouble. And now it's going to be a fucking disaster! I can't believe this..." he muttered, throwing the towel he had been using to dry his hair down onto the floor. His brows furrowed in frustration and discontent, he lifted his gaze to study his lover. No fair, Sunshine, he thought, as he noticed his eyes glistening with regret, and the telltale thumbnail stuck between his teeth - the classic sign of worry for him. He never could stay angry with Justin...not really. He took a deep breath to try and control himself, knowing he was basically having a major queen out; even HE could see that.
"I know," Justin whispered in dismay. He knew Brian wouldn't be happy, but he didn't think he would get THIS worked up. He knew his fiancé was stressed out already between the wedding preparations and his thriving business at Kinnetik, not to mention the newest member of their household commanding a lot of his attention. Brian had been fairly accommodating so far about everything. So he supposed he had a right to be upset. "I should have told you the minute I gave him the okay to bring him."
Brian raked his hand through his wet hair. "Yes, you should have," he told Justin quietly. "It's been bad enough with a damn puppy in the house! And now we're going to have basically two of them. That damn dog never HAS grown up, and he's well past the puppy stage now...at least in dog years, anyway."
"I know, I know," Justin agreed, curling his fingers into fists at his side in anxiety. "But I never can so no to Gus, you know that. I love him, and I can't stand for him to be unhappy. We can find a way to control Tricky AND Xena," he promised him, a little bolstered by the fact that Brian seemed to be a little more relaxed now; at least the vein on the side of his neck wasn't pulsing anymore.
Brian sighed, his previous bluster all but gone. "I know you do," he assured him softly as he walked over toward the bed where Justin was standing, a pair of sweats riding low on his hips. He thought briefly of how young Justin looked in that familiar get-up as he placed his hands on Justin's face. "And I know how much he loves you, too. AND that fleabag of his." He shook his head again, this time resigned to his fate. "Justin, you realize we are going to have our fucking hands full with TWO of them...right?" He slid his hands down to rest on either side of Justin's neck.
Justin nodded. "I know it could be a problem. But, Brian, this is a big house, with a huge yard. Surely we can keep them under control long enough to get married!"
Brian didn't seem swayed by that statement as he looked back at him warily. "Maybe if we were talking about poodles," he told him. "Or normal dogs. Dogs that didn't flunk out of obedience school, or dogs that seem to be growing a foot a day." He looked up at the ceiling for a few moments, seemingly trying to reconcile himself to what was to come or to seek guidance, before he affixed his stare back on his fiancé. "Maybe we could hire someone to dog sit them the day of our wedding. That way, they could still stay here, Gus would be happy, and we wouldn't have to worry about the reincarnation of the Titanic occurring." His fingers idly stroked the soft skin of Justin's neck. "And I guess if I were truthful with you AND myself...I wouldn't have been able to tell him no, either," he conceded, bestowing a half-smile on his fiancé. He groaned. "Why did Gus have to become attached to a miniature horse? A fish, a hamster, even a snake, I could have dealt with. But that dog...and now two of them." He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them back up to declare, "I must be out of my fucking mind."
Justin grasped Brian's hands around the wrists. "No, you're not," he assured him softly. "You're just an incredibly generous man who will do anything for the man and the son that he loves. Even if it comes close to killing him." He grinned then at Brian, who huffed in response at the mushy sentiment.
"Well, that may be," Brian admitted after a few seconds. "But that still doesn't mean I haven't lost my mind." He sighed heavily. "Tomorrow, I'm calling Doc Thompson to see if he can recommend a reliable dog sitter. And then I'm going to go around the entire house and hide or secure anything in sight that might be a potential breakage target for that dog's secret weapon."
"His secret weapon?"
"Yeah...his tail."
Justin chucked in understanding. "Good idea." He let out a deep breath of relief, feeling much better now that Brian knew about Tricky. He leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss Brian on the lips briefly before pulling back to stare into his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered.
Brian shook his head. "Lucky for you I love you so much," he murmured under his breath, thinking Justin couldn't have possibly heard him. But by the look on his fiance's face, it was obvious he had.
Justin beamed with pleasure. "And I love you...thiiiiiisssss much," he told him, holding his arms out wide at his side, just like Gus always does whenever he's saying the same thing.
Brian rolled his eyes, grabbing Justin' hands by the wrists and making his fiancé squeak in surprise as he pushed him down on the bed. He grinned. "Show me."
