Previously…
He's actually not concerned about Em or Theodore, he's concerned about Mikey. Sure Mikey knew about Justin last night, but has probably assumed they have long since split up and that Brian has kicked him out and is done with him. And he's honestly not sure what Deb's reaction will be, much less all the mindless, brainless idiots that usually hang out on Liberty, who only know Brian's Liberty persona.
Chapter 10
Brian braced himself before entering the diner, he was just glancing in the front window and noticed Mikey in there. Fortunately the Professor was in there, too; hopefully that would keep Mikey toned down from what Brian was sure to be a Mikey drama queen moment. Mikey also hadn't noticed Brian yet since his back was to the door. He didn't see Deb, and had no idea if she was working today or not. He wasn't sure if he wanted her there or not.
He was still silently debating with himself about going somewhere else when he felt Justin's slightly smaller hand take a hold of his. Justin's little smile grew bigger at the feeling of Brian's hand around his, and not pulling away. Justin didn't want to overstep any boundaries here, but he had a feeling that Brian could interpret what Justin was asking without words.
Brian surprised himself at his first response to Justin's hand in his when he held tight and returned Justin's smile. He was equally surprised when he realized what Justin was asking and was tempted on dropping the hand and donning his Liberty Avenue persona (better known in his own head as the keep Mikey happy persona). As he watched the hope in Justin's eyes brighten and encourage him he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a shared look of love pass between Mikey and Zen-Ben as they were talking and eating and just being together.
He realized that he has never hidden who he was to please someone else. He was never ashamed of who he is or what he did, or who he did. As the Stud of Liberty Avenue he had the reputation of fucking and sucking 4 or 5 guys a night. They all knew he didn't do repeats, which meant 4 or 5 fucks a night. Considering the number of times he and Justin went at it last night, he would be more than happy to spread his own rumor about the twink who could match the stamina of Brian Kinney. The gossiping queens wouldn't need to know that Justin meant a lot more to him than that.
With a smile and a nod, he gripped Justin's hand in firm support and led Justin into the diner. Head held high and proud, smile firmly in place, reveling in Justin's responding pride, he strolled all the way to the back booth where he promptly sat down and brought Justin down with him. For a second Justin was wondering what exactly Brian had in mind for this grand entrance to the Stud's kingdom. He was very pleasantly surprised (and slightly turned-on) at the show of pulling him into the booth almost in Brian's lap. Not that he was complaining, but any complaint or concern died the instant Brian's lips met his.
It was amazingly tender and sweet, similar to those soft kisses they had shared this morning when they were speaking from their hearts through their kisses. And if the kiss wasn't amazing enough, the fact that Brian was kissing like this here… in the diner… kissing him here. A kiss that wasn't just sweet and loving and beautiful, but a message that said I don't care who's watching, you should all be so lucky to have this.
For as much of a message as Brian did intend that kiss to be, kissing Justin was so wonderful that it took mere seconds to forget where he was or who was near him. All that mattered was the beautiful blond sitting next to him, practically in his lap, softly moaning into his mouth.
However, their perfect hot sweet little bubble burst the moment Brian heard the all too familiar whine of his best friend calling his name. Brian pulled away from Justin's soft lips and tongue, slowly dragging Justin's bottom lip with him. Justin's eyes slowly fluttered open and met Brian's brilliant hazel eyes. Brian had a hard time not diving back in, but he best get this over with so he could feed Justin, have something to tide him over, and then take his blond back to his loft and continue exploring just what those lips could do.
Brian turned to face Michael, keeping his arm purposefully and visibly behind and around Justin, trying to ignore Justin's hand in his lap, which seemed to be slowly moving up his thigh.
"Mikey, I thought I heard your dulcet tones."
Michael wasted no time in claiming the bench across the table from them, completely forgetting his food and drink on his previous table. Ah, Debbie must be here somewhere, wonderful.
"What does that mean? You know I always say hi when you come in. I had to get your attention away from the trick of the morning somehow. Although I've never seen you bring one to eat with you."
Brian felt Justin tense, and his hand still. He was very pleased though that Justin didn't remove his hand. Brian squeezed Justin a little tighter, pulling him closer, if that was possible, to provide a bit more support at the undoubted hurtful words on their way. Unfortunately what Mikey said was true, at least aside from Justin.
"Justin, this is my best friend, Mikey," he said with a hint of sarcasm and annoyance, not that Michael picked up on that, "and his husband, the Professor, or Zen-Ben, if you prefer."
Justin was just about to ask about this when Michael had to speak up, again.
"Why the hell do you know his name? Since when do you remember your tricks names?"
Excellent point Michael… "I don't."
Brian can see the confusion there, never the smartest in the bunch, his friend. Ben figured it out pretty darn quickly, though. Good ole Professor, not only smart, but observant, too. If only Mikey could learn something from him.
"Hi Justin, as Brian pointed out I'm a professor, and I may be Zen-like, but I have my moments of conflict and aggression. You can just call me Ben." And he wonder why he's called Zen-Ben.
He and Justin shake hands, as Michael looks like you could bowl him over with a feather, and not sure if he should cry or hurl. Brian is also wondering something… whether he should laugh or roll his eyes. Michael is apparently stunned speechless for a moment as Ben and Justin change pleasantries briefly before Michael breaks the mood, apparently remembering what Brian said and how it was meant.
"What do you mean you don't… you know his name. Why do you know his name if he's a trick? And why do you…"
"SUNSHINE!" Three guesses as to what interrupted Michael. Brian had no idea what had gotten into Debbie, but he had a funny feeling he was about to find out when he felt Justin look up suddenly and break out into a huge grin and adoring blush. And since these thoughts are in Brian's head, he can think adorable all he wants.
Debbie hauls Justin out of the booth to give him a rib cracking, breath taking (quite literally) hug while saying how fucking adorable he is and what's he doing with this asshole. Thank you so much Maw, Brian thinks sarcastically. Brian is pretty sure if it wasn't for Ben sitting next to Michael, Brian's bench would have been quickly filled, and not with the person who was just forcibly removed from said bench.
Justin sits back down next to me, replaces his hand on my leg, so I appropriately replace my arm around his shoulder as we both smile at her. Debbie's a smart woman, for as obnoxious, annoying and boisterous as she can be, and while she's not book smart, she knows more about people than anyone I know. She looks at our smiles (odd, I didn't even know I was smiling, I suppose I should get used to smiling with Justin around), our position to each other, our hands and arms, and gets it even faster than Ben got it, and that's saying something.
She leans down and pinches Justin's cheek, "god, look at you, I never thought I'd see you so happy, Sunshine. Heaven help you if this asshole is the reason, but if he makes you happy." Justin smiles back at her nodding his head intently and looks back at me with the same smile… I can see why she calls him Sunshine, I'll have to ask him later. Then Debbie turns to me… shit.
"And you," she almost growls… ah mother bear, so protective of her cubs, "you break his fucking heart, and I'll break your fucking balls, and I mean both of them." Ouch, she knows how to throw her proverbial punches. Then her face softens and smiles, and whacks the back of my head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You look fucking happy kiddo, I'm proud of you… now," she takes out her pad and pen, "what'll it be boys?"
She stops, looks around, seeming to remember something.
"Michael, why the fuck didn't you finish your food… oh, good grief, you moved over here completely forgetting about your fucking food when you saw Brian," she sneers the last word. I know she's not sneering my name, though… this time. Her face changes a bit and she sees, like I said, smart woman. She sees everything that might happen and she just shakes her head, knowing that Michael will have to deal with this problem on his own.
"If you want to continue sitting with Sunshine and the asshole, go get your food and drinks. And I don't want one single thing left on that other table, you hear me Michael? Not one fucking thing."
She says it in a way that not even Michael objects at the moment. Both he and Ben get their plates and drinks, and everything else, while Debbie takes our order.
"Seriously, that's all your getting?"
"And what's wrong with an egg white omelet and whole wheat toast?"
He looks repulsed, again, before responding, "Umm, flavor? Not to mention that whole wheat toast might say whole wheat but doesn't make it any healthier than white toast. In fact a lot of bread companies just add extra whole grain to call it whole wheat."
"Thank you Dr. Taylor… and I eat the egg whites for the protein, not the flavor."
"I know of a much funner way to get your protein, then you can eat a whole egg."
"Oh you do, do you? But there's more fat in a whole egg."
"Good thing that the better way of getting protein also burns a lot of fat."
By this point were so close and whispering so quietly, and the heat of our playful banter is burning just enough that all conversation stops as our lips meet, yet again, in such new, but such familiar movements. My hand moves down closer to Justin's ass as his hand moves closer to my hardening cock, and I'm about a second away from taking Justin into the bathroom when we're interrupted, yet again, by Michael's voice.
"Why did I think it a good idea to come out to breakfast again?" I ask Justin, instead of responding to Michael.
Justin's eyes open and he smiles knowingly at me as he replies, "because we wouldn't have eaten and never left the bed?"
"And that was a bad idea?"
"Good lord Brian, if this is the way you're gonna be with tricks from now on, why don't you just fuck him in the bathroom and we can eat our meal in peace."
I'm pissed, beyond pissed, and Ben doesn't look all that happy, either, but probably for a different reason. I'm just about to tell Michael he can go fuck off when I feel Justin's grip tighten on my thigh. Not an I'm-pissed-at-Michaels-rudeness squeeze, but a fuck-that's-hot-squeeze. Then Justin lets go and stands up.
He looks down at me, fuck, he's hot, and so fucking sexy. "That sounds like a fabulous idea, doesn't it Brian?" And he walks toward the bathroom.
Fuck. He wasn't pissed, he wasn't upset, he didn't even defend himself at being called a trick. I'm not sure if I'm more pissed at Michael, or ready to thank him for bringing out this side of Justin.
"There are so many things wrong with what you just said Michael… but as you just gave Justin the bright idea of fucking in the bathroom, I think I'll have to go do that. And then when I'm done," I see his little smile coming back, time to wipe it off his face, "Justin," I pronounce very clearly, "and I are coming back to eat our breakfast, without rude comments, snears, name calling, or judgment. We'll either talk like civilized adults, or be silent. Then Justin and I will leave and spend the weekend doing whatever we want, while you and the Professor spend the weekend doing what you want. I don't need to explain myself to you, or anyone, but if you need help I'm sure Ben and your mother can explain it to you."
And with that, I leave a speechless, flabbergasted Michael to find what Justin actually had in mind. Hopefully Ben and Debbie can actually knock some sense into Michael before we come back out.
A/N: I know... finally I updated, right? I was inspired and had to continue. I would love to continue, but I must sleep or I'm gonna fall asleep on my computer. Will update soon with another chapter... just need sleep, darn the constraints of the human body and real life. Enjoy this chapter and the next. Reviews are lovely and my muse likes them too. Cheers, Laura