Brian knocked on the munchers' door and raised his brows in surprise when Justin answered, Gus cradled in his arm.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. "Where are the munchers?"
"They're out on a date or something. So I'm babysitting Gus." Justin said. "Why are you here?"
"I came to see by son," Brian said scooping the baby out of Justin's arms. "Are you going to let me in?"
Justin walked in the living room and sat on the couch.
"I told you," Brian said as he walked into the room, staring down at his son, who was looking right back at him. "Dating is for lesbians."
Justin sighed and looked away. "You already made it perfectly clear that you don't want to go out on a date with me. That the only thing, you actually want is just a fuck." he said.
"I have told you that," Brian said calmly. He looked away from blue eyes. "And you know that's not true." He said the last softly, having trouble admitting it.
Justin looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Brian walked towards the kitchen, still carrying his son. "You're not just a fuck," he said with his back to Justin. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"And what am I then, Brian?" Justin asked from his spot on the couch.
Brian walked slowly back into the living room, cradling his son to his chest with one arm, a beer in his other hand.
He sat down in the chair near the couch, refusing to look at Justin. If felt cowardly, but he just couldn't look at Justin when he managed to actually talk about shit like this.
"You're the one I let sleep in my bed," he said honestly.
Justin looked at him and smiled a bit. "I know that." he whispered and moved to sit next to the chair. He sighed and put his head on Brian's knees.
Brian took a drink of his beer, sat it down, then ran his hand over Justin's head, his fingers sliding through the short strands.
Justin hummed and closed his eyes, relaxing. "Would you ever go out on a date with me?" he whispered.
"What is so important about a date?" Brian asked calmly, seriously.
"It's just nice, I guess . I don't know. It's not like someone ever asked me out on a date so..." Justin sighed.
"What's so nice about it? What is the difference from just hanging out?"
Brian looked at his son, who had fallen asleep in his arm, his other hand still lightly toying with Justin's hair.
"It's just something...I dunno. More. It's special. It's better than just hanging out. You wouldn't understand, Brian. You care about the fucking and only the fucking." Justin whispered.
"What is special about though?" He asked, truly wanting to know. He wouldn't dare ask anyone else such things, but he fully believed that Justin would never tell anyone he asked, or use it against him.
"It's just...spending some time with the men you love..or like or whatever. Getting to know him. Just having fun with him without fucking him." Justin said as he looked up at him.
"I don't see what is so special about that," Brian said honestly. "What makes that different from hanging out together? What is so different and special that makes it a date?"
Justin shrugged. "Maybe if you actually want to spend some time with that person you'd want to go out on a date with him or her. I guess we'd never know." he whispered sadly and went to sit on the couch.
Brian sighed and stood up. He carried Gus over and put him in his playpen, the boy never opening his eyes.
Then he went and purposely sat close to Justin on the couch, close enough their thighs touched.
"What is going on a date though?" He asked the boy. "Going to dinner? Going to a movie? Maybe out for a drink, or dancing?"
He raised his eyes at the blond in question.
Justin looked at him. "Whatever you want, Brian. It's depends on where do you want to go on a date. Of what the two people going out likes to do. You go on a date to spend some time with the other...some time only with that person...with the person you want to start relationship." he said quietly and hugged his knees. "I don't know, Brian. No one wanted to go on a date with me."
"That is bullshit," Brian said firmly. "There are a lot of men who would."
He looked at the blond for a second then put his arm around his shoulder, drawing him a little closer to his body.
"What you call a date sounds a lot like when we hang out," he said quietly. "Even if it includes fucking."
"I told you. You go on a date when you think...when you want to start a relationship with someone." Justin whispered and put his head on his knees.
"Why do you keep insisting on me taking you on a date?" He asked. "You know I have no intention of having a relationship."
"I never said you should take me on a date. We're just having a conversation." Justin said and looked at him. "I know better than to wait for you to take me on a date or to want to start...anything with me. I can still wish though." he said and went to the kitchen.
Brian sighed, watching him walk away. What was it about the blond that make Brian hate to see him sad?
Justin drank a glass of water and came back. He sat on the other end of the couch with his skepchad and sighed, just staring at it.
"Justin," Brian started then sighed, not knowing what to say. This was one reason he didn't do feelings, it made things difficult.
"You don't have to say anything, Brian." Justin whispered and opened his sketchpad.
"When are the munchers do back?" Brian asked, flopping over on the couch so that his head was in the boy's lap. He smiled up at him teasingly. "We could make out."
Justin smiled sadly at him and ran his hand through Brian's hair. "Yeah. I guess we can. They wouldn't be back soon. They're going to some restaurant." he said.
"Yeah, one probably full of heteros," Brian laughed, shifting around so that he was lying on his back and his head settled more comfortably in the boy's lap.
Justin shrugged. "It a new one. I heard that is pretty nice." he said quietly.
"What is it?" He asked, folding his hands on his stomach, oddly comfortable lying on Justin.
"What?" Justin asked confused and looked down at him.
"What kind of restaurant is it?"
"Just a restaurant." Justin shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? It's not like I've been there. I was actually thinking of asking Emmett to go."
Brian chuckled. "I hope it is a hetero place," he said grinning up at him. "Em can turn heads himself, and I know the two of you can get campy together sometimes."
Justin shrugged. "It's kind of expensive, though. So maybe we wouldn't go." he said and ruffled Brian's hair.
"Don't do that," Brian said, closing his eyes. He secretly liked Justin messing with his hair, but not ruffling it like he was a kid.
Justin sighed and moved his hand away as he looked away.
Brian grabbed Justin's free hand, bringing it to his chest. He toyed with his fingers, his eyes closed so that he didn't have to actually see Justin.
"Where is it?" He asked, trying for neutral. "We could check it out," he paused for a quick second, "fuck in their bathroom."
Justin looked at him. "It's not Babylon, Brian. People don't fuck in the bathroom." He chuckled. "And like I said it's kind of expensive...I don't want to spend all the money I have on one dinner."
"Fags fuck in bathrooms all the time, all over the place," Brian said with a smile. "If I remember right, you bragged once about fucking some guy at the museum. Besides, when do you ever pay for your food around me? I even buy your damn pizza I hate."
Justin looked at Brian and smiled a bit. "Can we go there but...no fucking in the bathroom?" He asked.
"But it's fun," Brian teased, bringing Justin's fingers to his mouth, nipping the tip of one. "And you know it."
"I know but can we not do it this time." Justin said, looking at him.
Brian opened his eyes and saw the pleading in those blue eyes. This was something Justin was serious about.
He reached up and pulled Justin's head down, lifting his own enough that their lips were a breath apart.
"Are you going to be my good little submissive all this next weekend?" He asked in a husky voice, getting excited just thinking about Justin as his Sub for a whole weekend.
Justin bit his lip, looking at him. "If I am, would you take me out on a date?" He whispered.
"What did I say about calling it a date?" He asked firmly, letting go of Justin so he could sit back up.
Justin smile fell from his face and the hope left his eyes as he looked away. "I'm sorry, Brian." He whispered.
"Sorry's bullshit," he said automatically then pulled Justin back down to his face. "But we can check out the restaurant this weekend."
He pulled Justin farther down and touched his ear to the boy's ear. "It can be just the two of us in our roles this weekend."
"What do you mean?" Justin asked.
"You know what I mean," he said staring Justin in the eye. "My good little Sub wouldn't even think about touching another man, would you?" He stared at Justin, hoping he would understand without Brian having to say it, but with Justin, the kid just might try to get him to anyway.
"You're the one who keeps going to others. You're the one who wants to touch others. So..." Justin shrugged and looked at him.
Brian pulled him closer, knowing it couldn't be comfortable for the boy to be bent over for long, but not really caring.
He touched his lips to Justin's ear again. "A good Dom doesn't either," he said and released him.
"Are you a good Dom?" Justin asked as he looked at Brian.
"I'm a very good Dom," Brian growled from where he still lay in Justin's lap.
"If you say so." Justin smiled and licked his lips as he looked down at him. "Okay. We'll do it."
Brian smirked up at him. He closed his eyes again, keeping Justin's hand with his as he settled them on his chest. It felt good to relax. He didn't fully relax around other people (without the help of booze or drugs), but often could with Justin for some reason.
Justin smiled and ran his hand through Brian's hair. "So when are we going to that restaurant?" he asked.
"Maybe Saturday," Brian said lazily. "Don't you work a few hours Friday after school?"
"Friday after school sounds good." Justin grinned, playing with his hair.
Brian shook his head a little. "We'll go Saturday, maybe even go to Babylon after." He opened one eye to look up at him for a second. "But don't you dare call it a date."
"Okay." Justin nodded and smiled happily.
"Do you work on Friday?"
"Usually yeah but not this one. I worked the last Saturday because Debbie was busy so now she'd work." Justin said.
"Good," Brian said easily. "You want me to pick you up from?" He knew it caused a stir among some of the students when he picked the boy up.
"Um..yeah. Sounds good. Where are we going to go?" Justin asked.
"Probably back to the loft," Brian said, his eyes still closed.
"Good." Justin smiled and continued to play with Brian's hair.
Brian nodded absently, not even thinking about the weekend anymore. He was relaxed and drousy.
"And what about the weekend?" Justin asked as he tugged his hair gently.
"I told you, we'll check out the restaurant," he said. "I have no plans on us leaving the loft Friday, but other than that I don't know."
Justin nodded and leaned to kiss him softly.
Brian laid there, comfortable. He didn't realize how comfortable and how tired he was. He dozed off after a couple minutes of silence between them.
Justin smiled happily and played with his hair quietly.
Mel and Lindsay walked into the house a little while later. Lindsay opened her mouth to call out as she stepped into the living room. She stopped short, surprised by what she saw. Brian was lying on the couch, his head in Justin's lap, asleep.
Justin smiled at her and waved. "Hey." He whispered.
"Oh my god," Melanie said in surprise when she stepped up next to Lindsay. "What did you give him, Justin?"
"Nothing." Justin chuckled and put his sketchpad. He was drawing Brian.
Brian shifted a little and opened his eyes. He looked up at the girls in surprise, and little embracement.
He sat up quickly, scowling at them. "What?" He snapped.
"Nothing." Lindsay smirked.
"I thought that Justin killed you and we have to celebrate." Mel said.
Justin chuckled.
"Sorry, not tonight," Brian said with a smirk, standing up. It was past time he left; he didn't like that he'd been caught so relaxed with the boy.
Justin looked up at him. "Are you going to Babylon tonight?" he asked.
"No," Brian said honestly. "I have some more work still to do."
"I can stop by your place and make you some dinner." Justin smiled as he stood up.
"Not tonight, kid," Brian said easily.
Lindsay raised a brow at the two of them. Justin dropped by and cooked for Brian? Now, that was interesting.
"Please." Justin whispered and bit his lip as he looked at him.
"You can bring desert," Brian whispered against the blond's lips.
Justin raised an eyebrow. "You said you have work to do." he smirked and licked his lips.
"That's why I said desert," Brian said with a smirk.
"You need real food, Brian." Justin said and kissed him quickly.
Brian rolled his eyes. "Don't bitch or I won't let you into the loft," he warned.
"Okay. Okay. Don't eat." Justin chuckled.
Lindsay bit back a chuckle. The two of them acted like a couple so often, she wondered how nobody saw it.
Justin kissed him quickly.
"So when is the wedding?" Mel smirked.
Brian glared at the woman, but didn't give her the satisfaction of a response.
Melanie laughed.
Justin kissed Brian's cheek. "I'll ask Debbie to make you something." he whispered against his ear.
"Brat," Brian said softly then turned to the girls. "Next time these two boys need a babysitter you should call." He leaned close and kissed Lindsay on the cheek. "Bye."
"Bye, Brian." Lindsay smiled.
"We wouldn't. Thanks. We don't want you to fuck Justin while you're supposed to watch your son." Melanie said.
"I wouldn't fuck him while I'm watching my son," Brian protested as he walked out the front door, closing it behind him. "Not while the baby's awake, he adds as he walked down the driveway.