Gus opens his eyes to find Hunter sleeping facing him and Fauna behind him wearing only her bustier and petticoats. Her arm thrust over him like a thin blanket made of steel. Hunter stirred fluttering his eyes taking a long deep breath exhaling through his nose. Gus maneuvers his way out of Fauna's imposing grasp and makes his way to the bathroom. On his way past the bed, he takes care to step over Floyd.
"Hurry back, now" he flashes a smile as he rolls onto his stomach. All Gus can muster is a winded snicker. He catches his reflection in the mirror and rubs an errant smudge from his cheek.
"Last time I drink from someone else's flask" he mutters as he pushes the bathroom door closed. It dawns on him that he had only instinctively averted his eyes as he cut through his dad's room. He finishes up, washes his hands, and peeks out to find the bed hasn't been slept in. Once the coffee is on, Gus looks for his phone and checks his messages.
You're on your own tonight. Justin and I have made other arrangements. Don't fuck up my loft. Have fun!
"Such warm sentiment…" Fauna smirks settling into a stool opposite him. Her cumbersome undergarments bunched underneath her like a modest cushion.
"That's my Pop...all heart" Gus pours her a cup of coffee and pushes it across the bar. He pours another for himself and joins her admiring her shape for what seemed like the billionth time.
"How did you sleep?"
"Great, actually" he winces trying to swallow an overzealous gulp "Could be the girl-sized blanket draped over my body all night."
"Sorry about that" she blushes turning her gaze downward "ever since Floyd and I were little..after our mom died, he's always needed me to hold him while he slept."
"Bitch, you enjoyed spooning as much as I did" Floyd takes his twin's cup drinking the last before topping it off.
"I enjoyed the way I was your entire world before you became such an insufferable cunt" she narrows her eyes at him ready to pounce.
"Ladies...please…" Gus moved between them redirecting their attention to him "What do you say we take advantage of this opportunity and make ourselves some breakfast?"
"Fine. Floyd, hand me that apron" Fauna slides off the barstool ripping part of her skirt as it catches in a crevice.
Justin wakes wrapped in Brian's arms and takes in his surroundings. The dark wood on the floors and brick walls look familiar, but he can't quite place it just yet. Brian stirs behind him, nuzzling his neck before planting a few tentative kisses to his creamy skin.
"Good morning, to you too" Justin takes the bait and rolls over to face him. The early morning sun flickers in his eyes picking up flecks of green and yellow in his chocolate irises.
"Has anyone ever told you you're amazing?" Justin kisses the the top of his nose as his hand glides along the edge of his jaw down his neck.
"I tell myself that exact thing almost hourly" Brian cranes his neck to return his lips to their previous task. He breathes in Justin's scent finding difficulty in determining the origin.
"What?"
"Is that my cologne?" Brian gives him a few more quick whiffs "Are you wearing it on purpose?"
"I needed something for special occasions…" Justin takes a deep breath "and maybe I missed you...just a teeny..."
Brian is on him before he can finish his sentence and they're locked in an epic kiss as hands shove aside satin sheets. Lips travel the terrain of wanton bodies as they feed on each other once again. Brian flips him onto his stomach pinning his arms to either side of his head. His tongue travels the length of his back like a familiar road making swift journey to the dimples just above his firm young buttocks. Justin's body cries out involuntarily both physically and audibly. Brian pushes on teasing the cavern below with slightly more fervor dividing him manually for better access.
"Fuck!" Justin pushes back against him intensifying the sensation "This takes me back…"
Brian paused long enough to give an agreeing nod before returning to the task at hand. When he's satisfied that he's sufficiently primed his partner, Brian leans forward nipping his slender shoulder as he enters him slowly...playing his body at half tempo. The resulting duet in perfect accompaniment to his rhythm. Faster and faster, he picks up the pace beating the drum more rapidly until they reach a roaring climax.
"She's peripheral flirting with you" Fauna leans into Gus speaking quietly into his ear, her breath tickling the hairs on his neck. He turns and looks at her with an expression customary to such a comment.
"The thing Molly's doing right now..."
He looks at her intently squinting briefly then back to Fauna before feeling foolish.
"I'm sure I have no clue as to what that is" he smiles up at Fauna then looks to Floyd for clarity.
"Mmm mmm, girl...you are on your own with that nonsense." Floyd turns on the heels of his pristine snakeskin boots and takes a few steps before feeling a hand on his arm and folding to the snarl on his twin's full lips.
"Better if we show you than try to explain it" Fauna gives him a push "Go across the room and look back in this general direction like something behind me interests you."
Gus follows her firm suggestion with Floyd three steps behind to be sure they all know they're not together-together. He swivels the young pupil focusing his gaze at the buxom young woman who has now positioned herself facing the opposite direction. As if on cue, she begins a montage of poses exhibiting perfectly normal behaviors that draw the eyes to specific features she feels are worth advertising.
"See how she only makes the occasional subtle glances this way...usually when you'd be looking elsewhere?"
"You're telling me girls do this on purpose?"
"That's Fauna's theory" Floyd scans the room eyeing a few prospects himself. They watch as Fauna crosses back toward them with Molly in tow.
"Hey...Brian's kid, right?" her petite hand stretches toward him as a crooked little grin begins to cross her wide mouth.
"I prefer Gus" he takes her hand giving it a firm shake as he once again eyes her with a grimace "That was quite an entrance last night. How did you happen to land my dad as an escort?"
"Oh...I went by the loft looking for Justin" she takes another step toward him "Imagine my surprise to find the infamous Brian Kinney fussing with a bow tie in a fabulous tuxedo...whiskey on his breath…"
"Classic dad" Gus finally releases her hand "You've heard about when he surprised Justin at the prom, right?"
"Yes!" her smile quickly fades "That was supposed to be the best night of my brother's life…"
"Uncle Mikey says my dad was devastated..." Gus searches Molly's face for signs of emotion before settling on his next thought "I found the infamous scarf among some stuff in the basement storage of his building."
Without noticing, they had moved away from everyone else as they chatted. Neither of them even noticed that the Community Center was closing until Fauna and Floyd came looking for them.
Justin takes a look around satisfied with all his hard work and decides to shut it down for the night. He strips off his clothes in the master bedroom then saunters into the adjoining bathroom. He turns and massages his right wrist attempting to release the fatigue. Stepping under the warm spray of water, he can't help comparing the size of this shower with the one in Brian's loft. Slowly as if some unseen stranger is watching, Justin rubs body wash into his alabaster skin working the muscles in his right forearm as he goes. Brian is lying across the bed--shirtless, as usual--fighting jet lag waiting to receive his lover.
"Hurry up in there!" his muffled yells making no impact.
"YOU'RE FREE TO JOIN ME" Justin's voice comes through the open door. Brian realizes the truth in his taunt and makes it so. He doesn't bother removing his clothes before closing in on Justin yanking back on his blonde shag to launch an assault on his neck. His teeth taking the lead as his hands effortlessly find their mark and coax sensuous sounds. Justin turns offering reciprocation, but only manages to undo his pants. Brian lifts him off the marble tiles and lifts one leg pushing himself inside his lover with unprecedented tenderness. They dissolve into one another going the distance at a slow and steady space before disintegrating onto the spacious floor just beyond the vintage bidet.