Next Evening – Mel & Lindsey's House
"Mel, Hurry up!" Lindsey urged her partner as she called up the steps. She breathed a sigh of relief as the attorney came rushing down the stairs a few seconds later. "Where's Gus?" she asked the blonde, noticing it was unusually quiet. Normally when the Gus was around, the only time it was quiet was when he was either taking a nap or he was up to some type of mischief and he didn't want his moms to know about it.
Lindsey must have read her mind, because she told the other woman, "He's in the living room, playing with Dino. He's got an entire dinosaur village set up in there with our old sheets."
Mel turned to peer into the living room, watching with amusement as her son crawled in and out from under his sheet fort with his favorite toy traveling right beside him; it was amazing how much he idolized that green dinosaur. He slept with it, played with it, and even tried to feed it. At least the toy didn't make any sound, thank God; Gus made enough noise as it was just by himself.
As Mel finished putting her other earring in her ear, she said, "I don't know what the rush is, anyway. We can't even leave until one of them gets here, you know. We can't leave Gus alone."
"I know," Lindsey agreed. "I just want to be able to leave as soon as one of them does." She glanced up anxiously at the clock. "It's close to seven now – I hope Justin's on time. I'm glad I told Brian to get here at 7:30 – at least that gives us a cushion to work with."
Mel shook her head. "I still can't believe you're doing this – I hope they don't kill each other." She looked at her partner. "I'll admit you're normally a good judge of character, but when it comes to Brian, all bets are off," she said emphatically.
Lindsey smiled reassuringly. "Mel, like I told you, I have a feeling this time. I think our new friend can handle Mr. Kinney just fine. If you ask me, I don't think Brian'll know what hit him." She jumped a little as she heard someone firmly knocking on their front door. "Don't look now, but I think Player #1 has just arrived," she said, smiling in relief and just a little nervously as she rushed toward the door.
Shaking her head doubtfully, Mel followed Lindsey to the foyer. "Justin!" Lindsey smiled broadly, as if it were some sort of wonderful surprise that he was there. "I'm so glad you could come for dinner!"
Justin smiled as both women gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a brief hug. Lindsey noted with approval that while Justin hadn't gotten too dressed up, he had still left his sneakers and too-casual clothes at home for a little smarter look. He was wearing black canvas shoes with a solid red, long-sleeved t-shirt that buttoned partially at the top and a pair of dark gray linen pants. Slung over his shoulder was his art portfolio, no doubt not only holding a large sketch pad, but also some requisite paints to fulfill Gus' wish to have him paint a giraffe on his cheek.
"I appreciate the invitation, believe me," Justin responded as he placed his tote down on the floor. "I can make great desserts and a few simple entrees, but I'm terrible with anything else. You're saving me from yet another frozen dinner, so this is the least I could do," he told them, as he held out a pie in his hand. "It's one of Emmett's favorite desserts – Boston cream pie. I thought you might want it for tonight….that is, if you haven't already made something."
Lindsey smiled in response to this thoughtfulness. "No, actually I hadn't. We were just going to be lazy and break out the ice cream, but I like this idea much better. It's look wonderful – I can't wait to try a piece – thank you!" Justin really was a very considerate person, she thought to herself; I hope you treat him right, Mr. Kinney, or you will be answering to ME. Mel gave her a funny look as if she were silently congratulating her for her acting performance before she took the pie from Justin and placed it hurriedly in the kitchen; if they didn't leave pretty soon, all of her behind-the-scenes scheming would be for naught.
"Jus'n!" Screeched a small voice, as Gus came bounding into the foyer to greet their dinner guest, Dino predictably in tow as he clutched it in his right hand.
"Hey, Big Guy," Justin responded, smiling broadly at the rambunctious little boy. He bent down to grab Gus under his shoulders and hoist him up on top of his own. "Look how tall you are, Gus!" Justin declared, as he bounced the boy up and down to the child's delight.
"Let's go for a ride!" Gus demanded, as Justin laughed. "Okay…..just for a little while, though. We'll be back in a minute," he told his mothers, as he started to head into the living room to make a large circuit around the main floor.
"Uh, Justin….Wait," Lindsey called out to him before he got too far away; the blond turned briefly to acknowledge her. "We've got a slight favor to ask of you. I hope you don't mind." Mel, who was standing next to her, looked down on the floor, unable to meet their friend's gaze. She was afraid if she actually looked at him, somehow he would be able to see right through their ruse and ascertain what was really going on.
"We've had a slight emergency come up with a friend just down the street," Lindsey explained smoothly. "Nothing life-threatening or anything like that – our friend Patsy just needs some urgent legal advice, and she's got four kids who are just a wild, crazy bunch, so I offered to come down and keep an eye on them while she and Mel talk. She was really upset, or we'd put it off for some other time. Would you be a dear and watch Gus just for a little while? It shouldn't be long."
Mel was astounded how Lindsey's lie rolled off her tongue so easily – it sounded so sincere, even she was beginning to believe it. I hope you know what you're getting this poor boy involved in, she couldn't help thinking.
Justin nodded, smiling a little. "No, it's no problem at all. I'll be glad to entertain one of my biggest fans until you get back. Is there anything I need to do about dinner to help get it ready?"
"No," Lindsey replied. "In fact, it's all done and just warming in the oven. Everything's ready. Besides, I think you'll have your hands full enough with that little spicy dish on your shoulders," she told him teasingly.
"That's not the only spicy dish he's going to have his hands full with," Mel muttered low in her ear.
"Well, we have to be going," Lindsey suddenly piped up, as she gave Mel a warning glare. Justin looked at them curiously; they were acting a little weird about something, but he couldn't figure out just what.
"We shouldn't be long," Lindsey repeated to their friend as she reached for her lightweight jacket. "Help yourself to a drink – they're in the fridge," she told him, as she rushed out the door before Mel had a chance to change her mind about their subterfuge, leaving Justin and their son alone.
Gus didn't seem too upset about his mothers leaving; rather, he was too excited about having his new-found friend over to entertain him and act as his surrogate riding horse. He bounced up and down on Justin's shoulders impatiently. "Want to ride, Jus'n," he urged the blond. He grabbed a hold of Justin's collar on either side of his neck and jiggled it as if it were reins on his "saddle."
"Okay, okay," Justin laughed, as he held tightly onto Gus' hands and paraded him around the living room, kitchen, and foyer. Gus giggled loudly as Justin dipped and swayed as if he were going to make him fall; of course, Justin was holding tightly onto his precious cargo the entire time and had no intention of dropping the little boy. The possibility of it, however, made Gus quite excited. I'm glad I don't have to put THIS little guy to bed tonight, he thought ruefully as Gus shrieked in delight. Lindsey and Mel are going to fucking KILL me.
"Let's play fort!" Gus demanded abruptly a few minutes later, his fascination with Justin being a horse quickly becoming outdated. "Where's Dino?" he asked, wriggling in the blond's hold now as he tried to get down from his "horse;" he had suddenly realized that his cherished "companion" had somehow disappeared from his hand during his and Justin's romp around the rooms.
"Hey, hold on, Buddy," Justin cautioned him, as he slowly swung Gus around to place him gently on the floor. "There you go. Now let's go find out where Dino went to," he told his friend, as Gus impatiently took him by the hand and pulled him into the living room.
"What a cool fort!" Justin told the little boy, who smiled in accomplishment. "HERE'S Dino!" Justin told the child, who immediately rushed over to pick up his favorite toy. "I'm glad he didn't wander off," he told Gus. "You'd better keep hold of him so he doesn't make a run for it," he cautioned him. Gus clutched the dinosaur tightly in his hand, suddenly worried that his friend would lumber away.
"Can you and Dino show me your fort?" Justin asked him. Gus nodded excitedly. "Come this way, Jus!" he cried, as he expertly crouched down and began to crawl quickly inside the sheet-festooned, tented, makeshift fort set between the couch sectional, coffee table, and ottomans. Justin deftly knelt on his hands and knees and followed closely behind him, his knees thankful that Mel and Lindsey had plush carpeting rather than hardwood floors.
The inside of Gus' "fort" was surprisingly roomy; they were both able to sit upright inside the "Dino Room" as Gus had named it; he had even dragged in pillows for them to sit on, and Justin noted with amusement that he had the equivalent of a mini snack bar set up inside a shoe box; as he peered inside, he observed everything from small packs of fruit snacks to granola and licorice. "Do your moms know you have all this food in here, Gus?" he quizzed the little boy, who covered his eyes with his hands and blushed adorably in response. Justin smirked – it seemed that both Kinney boys knew how to charm the pants off someone, at least figuratively speaking; although in the case of the boy's father, that could very well be literally as well.
Justin was so busy momentarily reflecting on this thoughts regarding that particular subject that he didn't notice the approaching signs of a storm about to arrive. "What was that?" Gus suddenly asked him a little apprehensively, as a rather loud boom sounded outside.
Brought out of his reverie, Justin smiled reassuringly, reaching over to give the little boy a light squeeze. "It's okay, Buddy," he told the boy. "It's just thunder. Sounds like we're going to get some rain. I hope your mommies get back soon, or at least they have an umbrella, or they're going to get wet. As long as we're inside the house, though, we'll be safe and dry, okay?"
Gus nodded as he clutched Dino and leaned into the comforting embrace of the blond companion whose arm was wrapped reassuringly around the slim shoulder.
"Fuck!" Brian shouted to no one in particular inside his car; he really hadn't wanted to come over to Mel and Lindsey's for dinner tonight, but he was pretty much snookered into it by Lindsey's reminder that Gus was supposed to spend the night with him at the loft tonight. She had, therefore, sensibly insisted that he come over a little early to eat with them rather than run the risk of waking Gus up past his bedtime. Having to endure a dinner with Mel made his stomach almost queasy, but he truly did want to spend time with Gus and it seemed like a fairly miniscule trade off in order to do so.
What he hadn't planned on, however, was the now torrential rain pouring down upon his car and making it virtually impossible to see where he was going as he drove toward the Munchers' home. To top it off, also, he hadn't given any thought to bringing an umbrella; not only was it totally unthinkable for a fashionable man to even carry an umbrella, he had mistakenly relied upon the fucking weatherman, who once again had gotten the forecast totally wrong. So now he not only had to spend an evening with Mel, he was bound to get soaked just making a run for it from the car to their front porch. Terrific. The only tolerable part of the whole evening was the opportunity to spend some more time with his son; sometimes, he felt like that was the only part of his life he had gotten right.
As he struggled to drive through the sheets of rain, his mind strayed to a certain blond artist who had occupied a lot of his thoughts lately. The man was such a dichotomy; at once so sensitive and even vulnerable in a way, but also fiercely passionate, independent and stubborn as hell. If he were to admit it to himself, maybe he was not so different from him. Is that why the man affected him so much – because he was so much LIKE him? All he knew was, he was in his thoughts constantly and he couldn't get him out of his fucking mind if he wanted to. And he didn't – he wanted this man like no other. He shook his head in frustration – he could have any other man he wanted; why did he have to have this one? Why, indeed. The way things had been going with them lately, he was either going to have to fuck the man senseless soon or KILL him and just get it over with; at least that would put him out of his misery either way.
"Shit!" he had been so preoccupied with a certain blond that he almost missed the side street for Lindsey and Mel's house; cursing to himself, he barely managed to veer the rear-wheel-drive 'Vette onto the street and keep the vehicle upright on all four wheels without hydroplaning. Sighing in annoyance, he slowed down as he approached their two-story house; he noticed to his consternation that the rain hadn't let up at all and showed no signs of abating whatsoever. He was just going to have to make a run for it and hope for the best; he was resigned, however, to his new, black, button-down Armani shirt and pair of dark-blue jeans getting soaking wet before he could even make it halfway to the door. Just great, he grumbled. A perfect ending to a perfect week.
As he pulled into their driveway and turned off the motor, he paused inside the car, dreading the drenching he was no doubt going to get once he opened the door. Finally bracing himself for the wet onslaught, he steeled himself just before he wrenched the door open and quickly slid out from under the steering wheel, immediately being pelted with large raindrops. "Fuck!" he snarled disgustedly, as he shielded his hand over his eyes in a feeble attempt to keep from being drowned as he made a mad dash for the front door of the Munchers' house.
Thank God they at least have a covered porch, he thought darkly as he stomped his feet in an unsuccessful attempt to dry out his expensive designer shoes. "Shit!" he growled, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and tried unsuccessfully to wring some of the water out of his shirt tail. He shook his head violently from side to side, raindrops of wetness flying everywhere. He jumped as an extremely loud clap of thunder boomed. Deciding that he was more than ready to get dried off, he knocked roughly on the front door and rang the bell. Come on, Lindsey – let me the fuck in!
Justin jumped inside the "tent" at the sound of someone thumping on the door and the bell ringing incessantly. Whoever it was, the impatient caller was definitely in a hurry to get in. Had Mel and Lindsey forgotten their key? After hearing how hard it was raining, though, he wasn't too surprised the person wanted to get in where it was dry. "I'll get it," Gus suddenly volunteered, scampering quickly through the tunnel to the exit.
"Gus…..wait!" he called out as the little boy who had just been beside him scooted quickly out of the fort to see who was at the door. Justin shook his head at the boy's inordinate curiosity; didn't they teach this boy not to open doors to strangers? He hastily began to crawl through the tunneled, sheeted walls but froze at the sound of Gus excitedly greeting one of his parents; only it wasn't the voice of one of the parents he was expecting to hear.
"Daddy!" he heard Gus squeal in delight, as the boy excitedly responded to his being visited twice in two days by his father. Justin's heart began to beat quicker and he stopped in his tracks as he heard the familiar drawl, "Hey, Sonny Boy. Let Daddy close the door – it's raining cats and dogs out there," he growled.
"Where, Daddy?" Gus asked excitedly, "Can I have a dog?" Justin clapped his hand over his mouth and bit back a chuckle as he heard Gus innocently asking for one of the imaginary pets outside.
"There's really not any cats and dogs out there, Sonny Boy," Justin heard the father gently say to his son. "It's just something funny you say when it's really raining hard," he explained. Brian looked around, concerned, as he noticed Gus was apparently alone. "Where're your mommies, Gus?" he heard the man ask, a slight sharp, rebuking tone in his voice.
"They went to Aunt Patsy's," Gus divulged helpfully.
Justin could hear the anger in Brian's voice as he said quietly, "You mean you're alone here?"
"NO, Daddy….I'm with Jus'n," Gus proudly explained. Justin closed his eyes in dread, his secret exposed now. He heard the surprised tone that suddenly appeared in the other man's voice as he asked, "Justin? Where is he, Sonny Boy?" Justin thought he detected just a touch of curious excitement in the man's voice as he said his name, thinking a little smugly that the man had again actually remembered his real name this time; apparently he could remember it when he wanted to.
Brian's heart leapt at his son's disclosure. Justin was here? But where? Why? How? All those questions swirled around in his head as he looked intently around the room with a quick, cursory search for the blonde who had been on his mind so much this past week, every since he had first laid eyes on him.
"He's in there," Gus told his father helpfully, pointing to his temporary dinosaur haven. Gus began to pull at his father's hand to get him to follow into their secret hideout. "Come on, Daddy, I'll show you," he urged the man.
Brian smiled a little wickedly. This could be an interesting evening after all. He was quite anxious to see the little Doughboy again, but hesitated as he continued to drip all over the laminate in the foyer. "Gus….Daddy needs a towel first. Can you go get me one?"
Gus nodded and ran toward the stairs to head up to the laundry room for a towel as Brian stood in the foyer, a wide smile on his face now. "Come out, come out wherever you are, Doughboy," he sing-songed.
Justin couldn't help responding to that voice; the man could make his pulse speed up in a virtual instant just by speaking. He took a couple of breaths to calm himself, not wanting this overly-confident man to know just what effect he was having on him, before he slowly knelt down and crawled through the tunnel to greet his and Gus' visitor.
Brian smirked as he followed the path of Justin's journey through the sheets as the fabric fluttered back and forth, thinking there was a much more pleasurable journey through the sheets that HE had in mind for later. After a few seconds, he saw a blond head peek out of the fort's entrance as a pair of very familiar blue eyes stared up at him in recognition.
"What are YOU doing here?" Brian asked him, trying to sound a little annoyed as he rubbed his hands rapidly on his shoulders in an attempt to get a little warmer; after his dash through the pelting rain outside, he found himself quickly getting chilled by the exposure. Or was it perhaps someone's intense gaze at him that was making goose pimples break out all over his skin?
Justin stiffly stood up outside the tent; he discovered to his slight chagrin that after crawling around in there on his hands and knees, maybe he wasn't quite as young as he thought he was. He stretched his hands upward in an attempt to loosen the stiffness and also perhaps gain a few more seconds of composure before facing the man again. As his arms came back down to his sides, he looked over at Brian and felt his breath catch in his throat; the man was absolutely drenched from head to toe, his dark hair spiked at odd angles from his previous shaking attempt to dry it. The black shirt he was wearing was hanging out of his jeans, plastered so tightly to his chest like a second skin that Justin could see his nipples standing erect even through the expensive fabric. His dark blue jeans were also molded to his lower body, outlining his abundant cock through the denim. In a nutshell, Justin thought he looked hot and sexy as hell; totally, absolutely dangerous. He fleetingly thought that he should have included Brian on his friend Michael's superhero cake as an additional larger-than-life villian; he would have aptly named him Danger Man.
"Well?" Brian said, noticing to his smug satisfaction that Justin was continuing to ogle him, and not in a bad way. He had seen enough of that look before to know that the man was lusting for him; he could tell by the way the artist's generous mouth was hanging slightly open and by the large, luminous eyes drinking him in. He twisted his lips in amusement as Justin continued to gaze at him mutely before the blond realized he hadn't said anything out loud.
Justin cursed himself silently; disgusted that this man could always make him appear to be so stupid and self-conscious; why did he allow him to have that affect on him? And more to the point, how long could he resist the man? Trying to get a grip on himself, he recalled the reason why – despite this man being the absolutely sexiest, too-attractive-to-be-real man he had ever met, he was still reputed to be only interested in one thing – a one-time fantastic fuck and then a prompt goodbye with a promise of never looking back. Was it worth throwing his heart away simply for one mind-blowing night of sex?
"Uh…" he began indolently. He was thankfully spared from having to speak intelligently by Gus' abrupt reappearance with a large, fluffy blue towel. "Here, Daddy," Gus said, holding out the bath sheet towel to his father, who smiled down at him and took it to begin drying off his hair first "Thanks, Sonny Boy," he said tenderly, reaching down to pat the brown-haired head lovingly.
Justin watched as Gus smiled up at his father with adoration; apparently Gus was able to see through his father's indifferent mask well enough to know that that was not how the man truly was inside; perhaps he had been correct all along – there was a lot more to this man that most people gave him credit for.
Brian noticed with disgust how sopping wet he was; he decided, however, that that just might be a good thing. Looking over at the delectable morsel who he hoped was going to be one of the appetizers for his dinner tonight, he tucked the towel under his arm and began to unbutton his shirt
Justin's mouth went dry as he suddenly found his voice. "What….What are you doing?" he asked the brunet almost frantically as Brian continued to slowly unbutton the drenched shirt, exposing more and more of the taut, tanned skin beneath. He noticed to his sheer satisfaction that the blond visibly swallowed hard at the sight.
"I'm getting out of my wet clothes, what does it look like?" he drawled sexily. As he continued his striptease, he gazed over at the blond who seemed frozen to his spot by the "fort." Gus, on the other hand, promptly held out his hand to accept his father's piece of wet clothing, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for a man to be doffing his clothes in the foyer of their home.
Oh, My God. This was the first time he had seen Brian without his shirt on, and he was becoming hornier by the second. What was this man doing? Besides driving him insane, that is. He breathlessly asked the brunet, "Shouldn't you be doing that in the bathroom?" He found that he couldn't look away, even if he wanted to, as Brian smirked and proceeded to start unbuttoning his jeans now; Justin's breath hitched in his throat and his cock continued to harden even further as he watched like some voyeur about to see a collision occur; perhaps that wasn't far from the truth at the moment, because Brian's eyes locked onto his like a missile searching for its target.
"You wouldn't want me to drip all over the Munchers' carpet, now would you?" he asked the other man innocently, openly smiling now at him in a gotcha sort of way. To Justin's consternation, Gus simply continued to stand there as their show played out, totally oblivious to his own discomfort at the sight of his father about to practically strip naked in front of his eyes.
Justin narrowed his brows in annoyance; damn fucking tease. He figured the man had had plenty of practice with seduction in the past, if this was any indication of his previous abilities. He watched, spellbound now, as the man opened the fly of his jeans and s-l-o-w-l-y peeled them down his hips, displaying a tight, perfectly fit pair of black briefs underneath – a pair of briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As Brian used one foot to deftly remove his shoes, he finally pulled his jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, now only clad in his briefs and a pair of black socks. He curled his lips under in open amusement now as he watched Justin lick his lips, his face rapidly turning a dark pink, the desire and lust transparently written on his beautiful face. Gotcha, Doughboy.
Justin felt his face warming as he grew hornier and hornier; if the man didn't move soon, he was going to go over there, knock him to the ground, and ride his cock so hard he wouldn't be able to stand up for a week, unintended audience present or not. To his utter relief, however, and just a little disappointment, he watched as Brian reached down and picked up his wet jeans to offer them to his son. "Would you take those upstairs to the bathroom, Sonny Boy?" he asked his son, who nodded and hurried toward the stairs as if he were clutching a treasure in his hands, his treasured Dino momentarily forgotten nearby on the floor.
The two men were finally left alone while Gus carried out his mission. Brian continued to smile triumphantly at the other man, who stood there with a mixture of annoyance and outright lust on his face before Brian smiled wickedly and wrapped the large towel around his slim waist to Justin's enormous relief. "Wouldn't want to get you too overexcited about the appetizer before dinner, Doughboy," he snickered, laughing softly now at his achievement.
Justin huffed, perturbed that this man could see through him so easily. Afraid all of a sudden that he was playing a little too closely to the fire now, he walked toward the other man with the intention of leaving before it was too late. "Well, now that Gus' dad is here, I'll be going," he announced, trying to sound more sure that he actually felt. As he walked by the other man, however, that plan flew out the window as the brunet reached over and grabbed him roughly to pull him flush with his own body, his hazel eyes flashing with the same desire that was presently coursing through the blond's veins as well.
Brian could feel the slender man's breathing cycling rapidly in his chest as he held the young man tightly in his arms. His hands grasped Justin's shoulders as the blond slowly raised his blue eyes to bore into the hazel ones that were quickly becoming more and more familiar with each passing encounter. "I've changed my mind," Brian murmured softly. "I don't think you've had nearly enough of the appetizer," he growled just before his lips came crashing down on the other man, who let out an audible gasp at the contact. It took only a few seconds of his tongue teasingly rubbing against the lush, pink mouth before Justin obligingly parted his lips for the sweet, heady entrance.
Justin moaned at the sensual onslaught of Brian's talented lips and tongue as his own hands quickly snaked around the brunet's back to begin roaming all over the hot, quickly-drying skin. I really AM playing with fire here, he thought, because my hands feel like they're burning. As Brian angled his head and continued to plunge deeper and deeper, Justin's mind was only aware of one wish – to get as close to this man as humanly possible and with as few barriers as possible. Brian apparently had the same desire, as he felt the man begin to loosen his shirt out from under his pants in a few quick tugs. He moaned in sensory overload as he felt Brian's long-tapered hands begin to crawl up his chest to roam around the unfamiliar and uncharted but oh-so-thrilling territory.
Brian finally tore his mouth from Justin's in a determined quest to kiss his way down from his ear to his neck, planting butterfly nips in a hot, wet trail as his hands continued to roam freely all over the blond's smooth, pale chest; he flicked a nipple and felt a thrilling rush as he heard a resounding groan of pleasure in return, which only incited his desire even more. He had to have more – he had to have ALL of this man – NOW.
He possessively wrapped his arms around the man's back, pulling the blond to him even more tightly as he felt Justin's hands mirroring his own lust-filled actions. As Justin began to nuzzle his neck, Brian took advantage of this position to begin unbuttoning the blond's pants in a quest to see all of this treasure cradled tightly against him. He felt Justin's warm breath coming out in small, rapid puffs on his neck as he impatiently tried to unbutton the top button of the blond's jeans in a quest to unzip the offending garment and remove it as quickly as possible.
"Daddy?" he heard an unexpected little voice like a bucket of cold water being thrown at him as he suddenly realized with some sense of embarrassment just where he and Justin were; he also felt the man in his arms stiffen with the same reaction as he removed his fingers with extreme reluctance from Justin's pants and separated himself from the other man. He looked at Justin, who was staring back at him with wide, expressive blue eyes filled with the signs of unfulfilled passion, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath, his lips swollen and red from their passionate lip lock of the last several minutes. My God – what you DO to me when you look like that. Brian had to look away from the other man for his own sanity, convinced his own eyes were transparently conveying the same message as Justin's.
He took a deep breath to try and release some of his pent-up sexual frustration before he looked down at his son, who was staring at him, wide-eyed with curiosity now. He spoke to his son, his voice coming out a little breathlessly, "Did you put Daddy's clothes in the bathroom to dry, Sonny Boy?" he asked his son, who nodded in confirmation. The boy, who was uncharacteristically silent for now, was still trying to figure out just what he had interrupted.
"I think I'll go put them in the dryer so they get dried a little faster," Brian replied. He began to walk toward the stairs but stopped cold when he heard his son speaking to him again.
"Do you like Jus'n, Daddy?" the boy asked innocently, looking from his father over to their other guest, who face was abruptly and inexplicably darkening to a rosy tinge of embarrassment.
All kinds of responses filtered through Brian's mind as he pondered the answer to his son's question, which was spoken so openly. Truth be told, there could really be only one response to that question. He opened his mouth to answer his son, but his eyes never left Justin's as he answered the little boy truthfully, his voice unexpectedly soft. "Yes, Gus…..I do. I like Justin a lot."
Justin's heart instantly did a flip-flop at the warm, even tender tone in that voice and his eyes teared up slightly in acknowledgment of the sincere, even heartfelt reply; there was no doubt from the tone of Brian's voice that he meant what he had just said. He wasn't just saying it in hopes that his son would be satisfied with his answer and not press him any further – the manner in which his voice said it left no doubt that he was being painfully honest, for Justin had the distinct impression that it was extremely hard for this over-the-top, confident, and sometimes conceited man to admit to anyone how he really felt about them. He felt an inexplicable degree of pleasure and even honor at being perhaps the first man Brian had ever admitted his feelings to.
Gus smiled happily. "I thought so, Daddy, because you kiss Jus'n the same way that my mommies kiss," he told his father, who merely smirked and raised his eyebrows in partial annoyance to being compared in any way, shape, or form to Mel, especially. "I like Jus'n, too, Daddy," Gus told him; he abruptly ran over to the blond, who smiled, and bent down for a sloppy kiss from the boy, touched to be included in Gus' circle of his friends.
Brian watched the interaction between Justin and his son with amazement; Gus was always a loving child, but he seldom bonded so deeply and so quickly with a virtual stranger. To him, that just proved how special this man was – to both of them. For perhaps the first time, he realized his attraction to Justin was more than just due to his physical appearance – the man was beautiful inside and out.
He cleared his throat slightly, obtaining both Justin and his son's attention. He smiled for his son but his eyes were focused solely on Justin as he asked, "Gus, can you go me a favor and take Daddy's wet clothes and stick them in the dryer? I'll be up in just a minute to turn it on for you, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," Gus quickly agreed; he always enjoyed participating in anything he thought of as an adult activity; it made him feel older and more important. He quickly turned on his heels and made a mad dash for the stairs, trotting up them at a full run; within a few seconds, he had all but disappeared from sight, leaving the two men alone once again.
As Brian stared back at him intently, Justin unexpectedly felt shy around this darkly handsome, magnificent man; this tender side of Brian was very surprising but also very intriguing as well as attractive; it certainly made him want to get to know this man even more. But just what did Brian want?
He had a partial answer when Brian spoke up quietly. "Justin…..I really would like for you to stay," he said softly; the tone in his voice was surprisingly without any of the sarcasm or arrogance that Justin had become accustomed to hearing and it left him almost speechless for a few seconds in its sincerity. "What do you say?" The question was made tentatively, almost nervously, as Brian waited for his reply.
Justin looked back at him, almost as if he were seeing him for the first time. He smiled a little shyly himself now as he answered firmly, "Yes. I'd like that, too."