Sorry it's taken so long to get you another chapter. I've had some family stuff going on along with having to work. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, so I won't be offended if you aren't either. It's what I call a connecting chapter to get to another part of the story. I would really like some feedback as to whether you want me to publish the funeral or just skip it and move on. Thanks!

Chapter Eleven: Playing with friends while missing a husband

"So Brian, have you started on the eulogy yet?"

"I figured I'd just wing it."

"Shit Brian! Lindsey was one of the best friends you ever had, you can't just fucking wing it."

"Hey if I have to watch my language, then everyone else should have to watch theirs to."

"Gus is upstairs with JR, asshole, so I'll say whatever I want in my own home."

"Whatever! I don't really give a shit anyways. I sent the obituary off. What more do you people want from me?"

"Well obviously Lindsey had enough faith in you to ask you to deliver her eulogy. I just think you ought to at least do her justice. Who know how you are going to be when you actually start talking about her. It might be better to have something prepared on paper just in case."

"Do you think I'm going to break down in tears or something? Do I look like a fairy to you? That's Emmett's department remember. I'll be fine."

"Okay, do what you want. I'll keep my mouth shut about it from now on."

"If only we could be so lucky, Mikey, but the day you keep your mouth shut about anything will be a cold day in Hell."

"Well, if you're not going to write, what do you say we take the kids to the park?"

"It'll beat talking about this, that's for sure."

"I'll go upstairs and get Jenny dressed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Brian pulls out his cell phone and dials #1 on his speed dial. When he hears the line connect he doesn't give Justin time to even answer. "Are you done yet? Can you get your ass back home, before I blow my fucking brains out?"

"Brian I've only been gone for half an hour. It can't be that bad."

"Are you kidding me? Michael's already driving me nuts. I have never been, am not now, and never will be a Stepford fag. As soon as Emmett and Ted get here, it's game over. I can't even smoke a joint to calm my nerves. I should have gone to Toronto and left you here to deal with the merry band of fairies. Turn around and trade places with me, please. I'm about to go with Michael to take the kids to the park."

"I'm sure you can handle an outing to the park old man. I won't be there to complete the cute family photo, but I'm sure Gus will enjoy himself none the less. I'll be back by tomorrow night, so just grow up and deal with it for me okay."

"Haven't I grown up enough for one year? Can't I just go out to the club and get a hit of E instead?"

"Not without me there to drive you home old man. We'll hit the clubs when you take me on our fantastic honeymoon."

"We better. Thanks for talking me down, Sunshine. I'll show you my appreciation when you get back."

Somewhere on I-79 about 40 minutes north of Pittsburg, Justin closes his cell phone. "Brian is a trip. We haven't even been gone an hour and already he's complaining, wondering when we're going to be back."

"I'll never understand those two. They've been best friends for most of their lives and they still drive each other crazy."

"Brian may have given up his club boy days and married me, but I don't know how long it'll be before he matures enough to understand how Michael grew up before he did. I think us having Gus now will help him grow up even more, but only time will tell."

"Brian growing up now that I can't wait to see."

"He's well on his way. He's found a new school for Gus, and he's re-planning our honeymoon as a sort of family trip."

"So Brian's really giving up the back room at Babylon for wedded bliss with you? I know how much you love him, so I'm happy for you guys. Debbie always says what a good influence you've been on him."

"So how far, do you think, before we hit the border?"

"Probably about three hours, till we hit the Canadian border."

Brian hangs up the phone just as Michael is coming back downstairs with Gus and JR.

Gus runs over to his father with a giant look of excitement on his tiny little face. "Are we going to the park Daddy? Uncle Mikey says we're going to the park. Will you push me on the swings? I like the swings. I like to go really high. Can you push me high Daddy?"

"Whoa sonny boy, take it easy. I don't know how you can so much out without taking a breath. It's like your channeling Justin or something."

"You're funny Daddy. Justin's not on TV, he's in Canada."

"You're funny too sunny boy, and yes I'll push you on the swing as high as I can."

Brian is willing to do just about anything to keep his son from thinking about his moms being gone. He wants to keep his mind off that fact too. If only I could go down to Babylon and pick up a little recreational supplement, this would go a lot easier.

A short while later, at the park, Brian notice everyone staring at him and Gus, kind of like the day before at the mall. All the gay guys can't believe what they are seeing. They had heard that Brian Kinney had gotten married. It was all over Liberty Ave. People thought it was some sort of joke. This however was downright hilarious. Brian Kinney, best fuck in the Pitts, was pushing a kid on a swing. One guy texted a picture to another guy, who then texted five more guys, and so on. Then there were the straight women who thought that Brian was hot and gorgeous with an adorable kid to match.

There were two women, out on a power walk that took an especially keen interest. They looked to be in their late twenties, one blonde and the other a brunette.

"He's so good looking. Do you think he's married or divorced?"

"Does it really matter? I'd do him anyways."

"Yeah, me too. His friend doesn't look so bad either. Let's go talk to them."

They walk towards Brian and Michael. "Hey guys, how's it going?" The brunette turns to look at Brian." We were watching you with your son and just had to come over and tell you how cute you look pushing him on the swing."

Brian knows exactly where this is going. This wasn't the first time a female had hit on him. He was, of course, hot by anyone's standards. Girls like this would be even more turned on by knowing that he was married, so he decides to have a little fun. He leaves Gus on the swing to go talk to them.

"He definitely takes after his father, me, of course. You ladies look like you're having a good workout."

"We powerwalk every day to stay in shape. It looks like you would know a thing or two about that." The blonde teases.

Brian is wearing a form fitting black t-shirt and tight black jeans, so all of his attributes are nicely enhanced.

"You look like you work out yourself" the brunette adds.

"Almost every day. My wife likes me fit and trim. Too bad my wife is out of town."

"That is a shame" the blonde in her tight shorts and low cut tank top voices. "I don't see how anyone could leave you, even for a day."

"That's what I always say. I hate going out alone, but that's what I always wind up doing. Gus stays with his grandma and I have to go out all by myself."

The brunette sees this as her chance. I'm available, you know, if you ever want some company."

"Thanks, but I'm a blonde man myself. My wife's a blonde and much younger than me." He smirks at the blonde girl as if to say you look a lot more youthful then your brunette friend. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sandy and my friend here is Trish."

"I'm Brian and this is my friend Michael" He looks over his shoulder and says, "Don't be rude Michael. Say hello."

"Brian, cut it out would ya. Leave these poor girls alone. I apologize for my friend ladies. He's recently suffered a tragedy and isn't quite himself."

The girls are confused because Brian seems much more then alright to them.

"You know Mikey; I am getting a little bored of this game. Sorry girls, even if you had a cock that you could ram up my ass, it wouldn't matter. I am actually a happily married man, if anyone can believe it and my wife's name is Justin. Why don't you run along and find some straight jocks to play with. These queers are spoken for.

Let's go Michael. I'm sure the kids could use a nap before the fairies arrive."

He looks back at the two girls, gives them a sneaky little sneer and says, "You ladies have a nice day now."

A few hours later there is a ringing of the bell at Michael's front door. When he opens it, Emmett comes barreling in followed by Ted. "Here Michael, put this in the freezer. I got vanilla, chocolate, rocky road and butter pecan. I brought everything we need to give each other facials too. Don't just stand there Teddy, bring the rest of the stuff in."

After everything is unloaded Emmett lets them know what else he has. "I brought all the pictures I could find with Melanie and Lindsey in them. I thought we could look through them after Gus goes to bed. Maybe we can find some to blow up for the funeral. You know my aunt Lula used to say as long as you look good in a picture, people won't care how you look in real life."

"Auntie Em, Auntie Em, did you bring lots of ice cream. Daddy says that because we're having a sleep over I can have all the ice cream I want." Gus always seems to appear out of nowhere startling everyone.

"Sonny boy you have to learn to slow down." Brian walks in to the foyer. "Oh goodie, the fairy squad is here. My day is complete."

"I know you're hurting sweetie so I'll let that one slide. Ooh, ooh, ooh I almost forgot, I brought movies for us to watch. Do you like watching movies Gus?"

"What kind of movies Auntie Em? I don't like scary movies."

"Well they happen to all be educational films. It will be Judy 101. I have Babes in Arms, Babes on Broadway, three Andy Hardy films and nothing would be complete without the Wizard of Oz. All of them are kid friendly I can assure you."

"Who's Judy Auntie Em?"

Emmett gets a shear look of absolute horror on his face. He looks to Ted, then Michael and finally to Brian for some sort of explanation. "Oh my word, how does Gus not know who Judy Garland is? I mean he's almost five and comes from an extremely gay environment. I just don't understand. Brian you need to explain this to me right now." He glares at Brian. "I'm waiting."

"He was raised by dykes and you forget Emmett that you're the fag fairy, not me. I don't worship at the altar of some long deceased fag hag. I'm what they call a refined, cultured queer."

Emmett lets out an exasperated gasp. "Don't listen to him Gus. Your daddy loves Judy Garland as much as any good homosexual, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

"Whatever, just put a movie in so maybe you will actually be quite for an hour or two, because you are giving me a headache."

A couple of hours later, Brian is perched in the recliner while everyone else is sitting cross-legged on the floor, as the movie ends.

Emmett is very excited to be the one to show Gus his first Judy Garland movie. "Sweetie how did you like the movie?"

"It was great. I liked the tin man and the scarecrow. The lion was the funniest. Dorothy even had an Auntie Em, just like me, but my Auntie Em is prettier than hers."

Emmett scoops Gus up and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Why that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. I guess we know who you take after."

Brian sees Emmett glance in his directions and quickly says, "Don't look at me. I'm not denying anything. I sure as… heck know he didn't get it from me. Now his looks, that I'll take credit for. When he gets older I think I'll get him one of those t-shirts that says, 'If you think I'm hot you should see my dad.'

"I don't doubt that you would." Michael chimes in.

"It's facial time." Emmett exclaims with glee. "Gus, I'll do yours, and then you can help me with Uncle Teddy. We'll let Uncle Mikey do your father's face."

"You lay one finger on my face Mikey and I'll rip it off. You boys have fun while I go make a phone call. Keep an eye on Gus for me, will ya Mikey."

Brian heads out onto Michael's porch and sits in the rocking chair that Michael uses to watch the neighbors go by. He pulls his phone from his pocket and hits that all too familiar speed dial.

"Hey old man" is what he hears when the line is picked up on the other end.

"Hey yourself, how's everything going up there?"

"Good actually, the movers got nearly everything on the truck. They'll be back in the morning to load the last couple of things. We have everything ready for the Salvation Army to pick up tomorrow. As soon as they finish and the movers get going. Ben and I will head back."

"Great! I know I'll never be any fucking good at expressing my feelings verbally, but I miss you and I need you."

"That sounded pretty fucking good to me."

"Now that we're finally together, for real, it doesn't seem so weird to say it. Before I was finally able to make a commitment, I would have never been able to admit these kinds of things. You must have dosed me with a little more #9 before you left."

"Did I forget to tell you about my secret stash?"

"I think you did. The problem is, I think it's starting to wear off and I'm getting horny as Hell talking to you. Unfortunately I'm stuck here with the gay brigade and not one of them looks remotely fuckable to me. Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do?"

"I guess you'll have to service yourself tonight or wait until I get back. Take your pick."

"Service myself, are you kidding? I could go down to Babylon and find at least 20 guys who would be willing to wait in line to suck my dick off and you want me to service myself. Real fucking funny dear."

"Don't kid yourself old man. You don't have quite the legion of followers you once did. Everyone on Liberty ave knows you're an old married man now. I'm pretty sure you are the one who told them all that. Anyways, I gave you the chance to have extracurricular fucks in the contract, but you turned it down and said you didn't need them. You can't change the contract now especially since I already sent out that PSA."

"What are you talking about?"

"I let the word be spread that anyone who so much as tried to lay a hand on your pants, let alone your cock, would have a nice long stay in the hospital, courtesy of yours truly."

"Wow, my wife's turning out to be a real brute. Just don't forget who really wears the pants in this family."

"I promise to remember, if you promise to take them off whenever I ask."

"I guess I can live with those terms. Just hurry back so I can make mad, passionate, cock ramming love to you as soon as possible."

"I can't wait. See you tomorrow."

"Good Night Sunshine. I love you."

Brian still didn't feel right saying it out loud even if it's the truth. He also knows that Justin doesn't need to hear it to know it's the truth, but he likes hearing it. That's why Brian now ends every personal conversation with his husband this way.