Berkley Falls Lodge – Early Friday morning

"Ahh," Brian murmured appreciatively as he luxuriated in the swirling jets of the Jacuzzi; the powerful streams of water were slowly untying all the tense knots he had gradually developed during the past week of his camping ordeal. As soon as he and Justin had checked into their suite at the lodge, he had literally thrown his clothes off the moment they had closed the door to their room and rushed to the balcony to turn on the outdoor whirlpool, oblivious to whether prying eyes were watching or not. Minutes later, he climbed into the soothing water and he had been there now for several minutes, eyes closed in ecstatic appreciation for finally being afforded some real creature comforts.

"Justin, you have to check this out!" he called to his partner, who was still inside the suite. "Come and join me, Sunshine," he encouraged the blond. He didn't receive a prompt acknowledgment, however. Just what was he DOING in there? Brian wasn't about to get out and go look for him, though; he was feeling far too blissful at the moment to move so much as one single, tired, aching muscle.

"Oh, my God!" He finally heard his partner cry out. He slowly opened his eyes with an effort, a little concerned that something was wrong until he heard Justin add, "You have got to see the furnished snack bar!" Brian rolled his eyes; only Justin would be enthralled with food at a time like this. Where does the man PUT all that stuff? Brian decided he would just have to offset his partner's snack intake by making sure that his metabolism was kept at a high level for the rest of their vacation; in fact, he knew of an excellent way for the blond to get some much-needed exercise, and for once it did not include a bear, bull, or fish.

"Sunshine…Step away from the snack bar," he ordered the other man, speaking as if he were talking to a perpetrator about to commit a crime. "Come here," he called out to his partner in that drawling, sexy tone of voice that he knew Justin normally couldn't resist. He softly breathed out as his listened for any telltale signs that the blond was following his directive. He was actually expecting to hear the telltale sounds of a candy bar wrapper being opened or cellophane crinkling from a snack bag. A few seconds later, his suspicions were confirmed as he noticed Justin walking out to the balcony with an opened bag of Cheetos. Brian smirked at the blond, who simply smiled sheepishly. He didn't really mind, however, because the bag of Cheetos was the only item Justin had in his possession at the moment. As his completely nude partner approached the Jacuzzi, he ever so slowly sucked the orange residue from his fingers, winking at the brunet and smiling smugly. Brian groaned silently as his cock instantly began to harden at the sight. Fucking little tease – there he is again with that slow-motion crap.

"Justin…Put the bag down. I am not kissing someone with Cheetos breath," he retorted. "And I'm definitely NOT fucking a greasy bottom."

"Ha," Justin answered. "You never complained about my oily bottom before. Besides, who said I wanted to be fucked anyway?" His eyes twinkled as he looked over at Brian with his eyebrows raised in challenge.

"Well, first of all, Sunshine, I prefer to fuck you with lube, not Crisco. And second of all, I think that perky little dick that's bobbing up and down for attention says otherwise," he cracked.

"Well, you're half right," Justin growled, as he stuck his nose up in the air, insulted.

"Which part – the perky or the little?" Brian asked innocently, curling his lips under to keep from laughing. Now that his body was finally being pampered the way it was accustomed to, he was beginning to enjoy this little back and forth bantering.

Justin's wounded look was too much for his partner, who promptly burst out laughing. "Come on, Sunshine…..Get your ENORMOUS perky cock andyour PERFECT little bubble butt in here so we can do work off some of your Cheetos fetish."

Justin stood there, arms crossed over his chest in a weak show of defiance. Brian knew it wouldn't take much for the man to break, however; hell, his partner loved sex and fucking almost as much as he loved snack food…..okay, maybe a little more than snack food. Wiggling his finger at him to beckon him over, he cooed, "Come closer." The same words he had whispered to him once before a long time ago. The tone he knew the man couldn't resist. Sure enough, a few seconds later his partner abruptly threw the partially-eaten bag of Cheetos over his shoulder and, grinning now, rushed over to the Jacuzzi and vaulted over the side, managing to splash Brian violently as he laughed at his own antics.

"Justin!" Brian sputtered as he resurfaced. "You little shit – you're going to pay for THAT!" Justin didn't have time to react before Brian's eyes quickly took on a dangerous gleam and he promptly pulled the blond under the water by his waist as the younger man shrieked and giggled in shock.

As the blond came back up from the water, however, Brian looked at his full-of-life partner with his beaming, radiant smile, his tousled, wet, blond hair stuck to his head, and his pale, smooth chest dripping with shining droplets of water, and Brian's breath caught in his throat; the man was simply beautiful, inside and out. And despite his dread of roughing it out in the remote terrain of West Virginia, and winding up having his body bruised and battered all week long, at that moment it was all forgotten as he drank in the sight of this sweet and passionate man, his equal in so many ways.

"Brian?" Justin asked tentatively, a question of curiosity on his lips at the odd way his lover was looking at him. The hazel eyes were boring into him, large and full of expression. When Brian didn't say anything with his lips, he could still say everything with those eyes. Right now, though, he couldn't quite decipher the message he was trying to convey.

Brian shook his head as if to say it was nothing and smiled at him reassuringly before he slowly leaned over to place both of his hands on either side of Justin's face; Justin's eyes grew large as Brian reached over and placed a kiss on both eyelids and then his nose before finally nibbling on the blond's lower lip in a silent request for a deeper exploration. "Watch it," Justin murmured…. "Cheetos breath – remember?" he whispered, smiling, his eyes closed in rapture at the roaming caresses and tender kisses.

"Fuck the Cheetos," Brian growled, before Justin chuckled softly and his lips came crashing down on his willing partner's.


"Brian?" Justin was relishing one of the few instances where his partner was actually…dare he say it, even in his mind? Cuddling. Snuggling. Yes, the great Brian Kinney was currently holding Justin firmly in his arms as they lay on their sides facing each other after an initial round of fucking in the Jacuzzi, followed by a couple of additional rounds in their king-sized bed with the oversized, down pillows and sateen sheets. Brian absentmindedly reached up to push away a few stray strands of fine, blond hair that were dangling over his partner's blue eyes that were staring back at him with unabashed, out-in-out adoration and love. So, okay…..SHOOT me, Justin seemed to dare him. Brian no doubt would vehemently deny that he was presently acting out the part of a lesbionic, loving boyfriend and Justin wasn't about to call him on it; he was enjoying the feeling way too much.

"Mmmm, Sunshine?" Brian asked sleepily, closing his eyes now as the week of events was quickly catching up with him. This was the first time since they had arrived here that he was in an actual bed, one that didn't cave in on him or was hard as a rock from either lying on the cold ground of the tent or in the back seat of their rental SUV. This was an honest-to-God bed. A plush, feather bed with a warm, soft, breathing body lying in it that fit perfectly against his; and after several rounds of fucking and lovemaking, Brian decided it almost made up for having his ass beaten and battered all week. Maybe his luck was finally changing after all the rotten events that had conspired against them.

"Are you sorry you came camping with me?" Brian opened his eyes to peer down at his partner's face; he could feel his soft breath warmly tickling his chest but couldn't see into the eyes that were aimed downward. Surely Justin already knew the answer to that question, despite Brian's strong protests initially. While he could certainly have suggested more pleasant destinations to spend time with his lover, any place where the two of them could be alone without interruptions was always a treasured occasion.

He slowly reached one hand around to cup the pale chin and gently turn Justin's face to stare up at his own. "Sorry?"

Justin nodded, blue eyes wide and expressive. He explained, "I know you came just because I wanted you to."

Brian lifted one eyebrow, holding back the cheeky retort he really wanted to say. "What gave it away? The fact that my ass has been battered all week or the fact that I had to be exposed to West Virginia culture and intervals of Spam forced-feeding?"

Justin smacked the brunet's ass as Brian protested. "Hey!" he snarled. "Did I not just mention my sore ass?"

Justin grinned, blue eyes sparkling now. "Just checking to see how sore it still is…I was planning on giving it a workout later," he whispered softly.

The husky, suggestive tone of his partner's voice instantly set his blood on fire and caused his pulse to speed up as Brian smirked, his lips curled under in the Kinney form of amusement. "Oh, you were, were you?"

Justin nodded solemnly. "You think it can handle the excitement? The HONOR?" Wandering, slender hands slowly rubbed circles around the brunet's two taut, firm globes before giving each twin mound a pinch.

Brian snorted as he heard Justin giggle. He playfully grabbed the blond hair to get his attention and gave it a tug to expose the creamy skin of his partner's neck. "It'll be difficult, but I think I've got the stamina if you've got the know-how," he whispered in a low drawl as he gave the pale skin a nibble on the neck and then moved to a nearby earlobe to nuzzle it, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the other man.

Brian began to rain butterfly kisses down the side of Justin's neck as the blond graciously accommodated the assault by turning his head to the side to expose more of the pale, smooth skin. Brian had just moved down to lick and bite one of his partner's nipples when he heard him say, "I wonder what today's special is down in the dining room? I'm getting hungry now."

Oh, Brother. Well, he wasn't the ONLY hungry one. Brian growled, "I'm getting hungry, too, Sunshine, and YOU'RE the special," before he figured to hell with foreplay; Justin bucked off the bed and gasped as Brian decided to forgo the appetizers and move on to the main entrée farther south, his partner's thoughts about another special completely forgotten while the brunet sampled his own kind of gourmet, high-protein treat for the next hour.


Berkley Lodge Dining Room – 1:00 p.m.

As they stood next to the hostess station waiting to be escorted to their table, Justin lightly bounced up and down on his feet; he had his eye (and his stomach) set on one of the lodge's favorites – buttermilk pan-fried chicken with homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, cole slaw and sweet cornbread muffins.

"Will you puh-lease put your fucking feet in idle?" Brian muttered in the blond's ear as he felt his partner's nervous energy beside him.

Justin stuck his tongue out at him in reply. "I told you I was hungry an hour ago. You got your main entrée, now it's MY turn," he huffed defiantly, as he crossed his arms over his chest

Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Just hold your horses, Justin. You'll know if our table's ready when the vibrator goes off. You of all people should be familiar with those," he smirked.

Justin snorted. "It's not that kind of vibrator," he retorted. He was about to go up to the hostess dais to check on their wait time when he saw a sight that made him come up short in his tracks. What in the world?

"What?" Brian asked in irritation as Justin let out a short gasp of surprise and grasped his partner's sleeve tightly. "You're about to cut off my circulation here, Sunshine."

"Look over there!" Justin exclaimed excitedly. "Do you see what I see?"

Brian peered over one of the potted fir trees scattered throughout the large and rustic dining room. Uh, Oh. He immediately spied Michael and Ben – AND Emmett and his current flame, Calvin, sitting at a nearby table together. "Well….I'll be damned. I wonder what they're doing here?" he asked innocently. Mikey and Ben, of course, weren't a surprise, but the OTHER couple sure as hell were….just what was going on here? Why would Emmett and his current beau be here, too? He silently hoped that Mikey would be smart enough not to tell Justin the real reason why he was here. Somehow he didn't think his partner would be too pleased to find out that Mikey had been paid to come here this week and make sure he was adequately fed behind Justin's back. And he definitely wouldn't be happy to know that Brian had been making good use of Mikey's hot tub on his balcony most mornings while Justin was still asleep. After all, how else would he have known which type of room to request last night? And to think he had gone to the trouble of making sure their suite was as far away from Mikey's as possible. Apparently, though, it wasn't quite far enough away.

Justin was surprised to see Michael and Ben here with Emmett and Calvin. He knew, of course, that Em and Calvin would be here at the lodge; after all, he had paid for them to come here this past week in case they were needed. Once he had persuaded Brian to come, however, he began to feel guilty about the idea of playing tricks on his partner. Brian had had so much trouble adjusting to the "outdoor life" (i.e., no gourmet food, no satin sheets and no indoor plumbing facilities) that Justin just couldn't bring himself to inflict any more pain or play any practical jokes on him. The poor man (and his pride, not to mention his ass) had suffered enough this week that he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He was glad, now, that he hadn't. But he prayed that Emmett wouldn't give his original scheme away. He was surprised, though, to see Ben and Michael with them. Had Emmett mentioned to them where he was going and asked them to join them? That seemed like the only logical explanation.

There was only one way to find out. They'd have to go over there and reveal they were here at the lodge, too. "What an unbelievable coincidence," Justin said convincingly. "It's a small world, isn't it?" he asked Brian somewhat nervously.

"Yes, it is," Brian replied just as slyly. "Are you sure you didn't mention to Emmett where we were going last week?"

Justin had a flash of inspiration. Thank you, Brian. "Yes….Yes, that must be it," he hastily agreed. "I must have mentioned the name of the lodge to Emmett last week when I told him we were going camping. Yeah, that's it. It must have sounded so good that he decided to check it out himself."

"Yeah, I guess so," Brian answered. That was entirely plausible. Thank you, Justin. "Emmett must have asked Ben and Mikey to join them."

"Should we go over and say hello?" Justin asked his partner hesitantly. "I'm sure they're thinking we're still down at the campsite and don't know we have a room here through tomorrow." He didn't want to arouse Brian's suspicions but he wasn't sure he wanted to encourage any socialization with their friends, either; he wasn't convinced Emmett wouldn't unintentionally blurt out something about the real reason why he wound up here in the first place.

Fortunately for his partner, Brian wasn't too keen on speaking with them, either – for the same reason; except he was thinking about Michael instead. "Listen, Sunshine, if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon not let them know we're here. Now that I've finally gotten you to come to your senses and stay in a civilized setting, I'd like to spend what little time we have left by ourselves." There – that sounded good…..

Justin was tremendously relieved, but he still couldn't help staring at Brian suspiciously. That had sounded almost…romantic, which certainly wasn't like the Brian HE knew. "Brian…That almost sounded, uh, sweet. Except you make it seem like we have a terminal illness or something. You know they're bound to see us," he pointed out.

"Not if we request a table over there," Brian answered, pointing over to the opposite side of the room that was separated from the other area by vegetation and a partition. "There's enough greenery between the two sections, they won't even know we're here," he insisted.

Before Justin had a chance to consider his argument, the handheld gadget in his hand buzzed and vibrated, startling him a little. Brian smirked at him. "And I thought you were experienced with those things, Sunshine," he teased his partner, whose face reddened a little as the brunet gently tugged at his arm. "Come on – you said you were hungry," he pointed out. As Justin took one final, quick look at their friends animatedly laughing and smiling at their table, he finally followed Brian over to the hostess stand.

"Could we have a table over there?" Brian asked the hostess with his best, flirtatious smile. The poor woman was putty in the handsome man's hands as she nodded, smiled and led them over to the opposite side of the room to both men's immense relief. Unfortunately, they were led to a table that was directly opposite their friends on the other side; with the partition open at the top, it was quite easy to hear the sounds emanating from their quartet of friends.

Not knowing any plausible reason for requesting yet another move, the two men reluctantly took their seats amid the somewhat boisterous conversation taking place just on the other side of the wall.

As their assigned waitress took their drink orders and left them to peruse their menus, both men couldn't help overhearing the excited and animated conversation taking place among the four men.

"Oh, my God, Ben, you should have seen them! I never saw Brian and Justin run so fast in their life! That revenuer joke worked like a charm, didn't it, Em?"

The two partners sat shell-shocked, their mouths gaping open, as they listened intently to Em giggling. "I told you the baked beans would work, didn't I? My cousins pulled that trick on me once when I was at summer camp with them and I ran out of my cabin faster than a greased pig, as my dear Aunt Lula would say. I would have sworn that my little old ass was about to get shot up with buckshot! Except when they pulled that prank on ME, at least I had my clothes on!"

The entire group exploded in laughter. "Well, Brian never has been hung up on modesty," Michael pointed out. "Just vanity…..That's why I would have loved to have seen his orange hair!"

"Yeah… It's a shame they didn't go canoeing after we dyed his hair – can you imagine seeing Brian with orange and brown hair after the canoe had sunk and he had to swim for it? He would have had that shit running down both sides of his face…..!"

Ben laughed. "Yeah….except he might have been mistaken then for a Cleveland Browns fan instead of a Steelers fan!" Everyone laughed loudly as thoughts of a drenched and striped Brian Kinney floated through their heads.

Michael added, "I don't care what you say. The best one of all was the fake bear sounds – you thought they ran fast after the beans exploded – you should have seen them take off for the SUV when they thought a bear was attacking - there were THREE full moons that night!" That comment elicited an even louder and more boisterious reaction from the foursome, causing several nearby diners to turn and stare at the noisy group rather resentfully.

"Sshh," Ben admonished them, laughing more softly now. "Okay, okay, everybody….we'd better keep it down. How about a toast to our benefactors' hospitality?" The clinking of glasses could be heard as the four raised their mugs of beer in a toast to the generous couple who had so selflessly donated their own money to make sure they lived a life of luxury at their expense.

The objects of their pranks, however, didn't seem quite as amused by their antics as evidenced by their mirroring looks of anger and shock. Like a grizzly bear standing on his haunches, Brian immediately began to rise to his full 6', 1 ½ inches, intending to confront their tormentors. "Why those little fuckers," he growled. "Just wait until I get….."

Justin hurriedly stood and placed a steadying hand on the brunet's forearm to keep him there. "Sshh," Justin warned him. "Sit back down. I think there's a better way."

Brian's blood was boiling as he continued to stand there, seething. He couldn't believe that Michael, of all people – his best friend, for fuck's sake – had been playing jokes on him all week while he was also playing the role of commiserating pal. AND living high off the hog, to boot, at Brian's expense! He continued to stand there for several seconds, itching to march over there and give all of them, especially Mikey, a huge piece of his mind; visions of dumping a big bowl of mashed potatoes with gravy over his long-time friend's head filtered through his head. That would be a good start.

"Brian!" He heard his partner whispering to him urgently. "Listen to me! They don't know we're here! We have the element of surprise now…Let's take advantage of it!" Justin was upset with Emmett as well – here he had decided not to play with Brian's head, but he had still basically wound up paying his friend to make Brian's week even more of a living hell than it had already been. And here Justin had been thinking that the unfortunate events of this week had just been due to bad luck – it turns out Lady Luck had had some help.

Brian began to consider what Justin had said – maybe he was right. While it would definitely give him a great deal of satisfaction to stomp over to their friends' table and scare the living shit out of all of them, perhaps there was a more fulfilling way to still get their point across. After all, they were going to be there until at least day after tomorrow, since Mikey was staying on Brian's dime. Brian fumed at the thought of Michael, especially, taking advantage of Brian's generosity to make this past week a week from hell. Beware of paybacks, Mikey. Sighing, Brian turned to look at his partner's intense gaze before he finally sat back down. Turning to the blond, he asked, "What do you have in mind? It'd better be fucking good." He shook his head in disbelief. "I still can't believe he would do this to me, and with my own fucking money," he growled, before he realized what he had said. He quickly looked over at Justin's face to see if he had noticed his slip; yep, he had. Smart little fucker – he never could pull one over on him.

"What do you mean – with your own money?" the blond asked, his voice full of suspicion. Justin raised one eyebrow, eyes intently staring at his lover. He was going to stare at him until the brunet answered his question. He watched as his partner squirmed uncharacteristically; now Justin was really getting concerned. "Brian, just what did you do?"

"Shouldn't we get out of here before we're detected?" he asked his lover hopefully. Made perfect sense to him.

"No," Justin told him flatly, eyes flashing with determination. "We're going to stay right here until you tell me what you meant by that. Besides, I'm not moving one inch until we get fed."

"Well?" Justin repeated. The man has the memory of a fucking elephant. Brian rolled his eyes – NOW we're getting to the important part – FOOD. "We'll get carryout containers," he told his partner reasonably; the blond, however, simply folded his arms across his chest and sat there, staring at him unblinking. Brian had the distinct feeling the man would wait there forever (that is, as long as he was fed eventually) or until he told him what was going on, whichever came first. Damn twat. He sighed in resignation. "Okay, okay…..I'll tell you. It's really not that big of a fucking deal, anyway."

Justin raised his eyebrows, blue eyes wide and round. "I'm waiting."

Before the brunet could answer, however, their waitress approached their table to take their orders: Justin stuck to his original idea of the fried chicken special, while Brian opted for grilled salmon with mixed vegetables. For now there was no mention of any carryout containers, to Brian's disappointment; he had hoped they could continue this conversation privately up in their suite.

"Geez, Sunshine, like I said, it was no big deal. I…simply paid for Mikey and Ben to come up to the lodge for the week in case I needed some help."

"Help?" Justin sat and watched Brian continue to squirm. "What KIND of help?" This should be interesting.

Brian was about to confess just what he meant as the table containing their friends erupted in another raucous round of laughter – at their expense, no doubt; he could hear someone, he thought it was Emmett, saying something about moonshine and buckshot. This was going from bad to WORSE. Resigning himself to admitting his little ploy in order to move on to the more important matter of payback, he smirked a little before finally uttering, "You know I detest any form of camping, as you previously so eloquently pointed out when I first decided to participate in the Liberty Ride. Well, despite the added incentive of having your adorable little ass and other attractive features all to myself this week, I still thought I might need a little bit more in the way of creature comforts. So all I did was pay for Michael and Ben to rent a room here at the lodge with a Jacuzzi like the one we have upstairs so I could partake of an occasional, relaxing sabbatical while you were asleep. And Mikey might have brought me some food from time to time."

"Aha!" Justin began, his voice rising before Brian gave him a quick, cautionary look to quiet down lest they be discovered. Justin continued, this time, however, in a lower tone of voice. "I KNEW it! All those times I was in that cold lake washing off and shampooing my hair and you were having a grand old time in Michael's heated Jacuzzi! I can't fucking believe you, Brian! And he was passing food on to you, too? What – you couldn't go one whole week without an apple or turkey sandwich?" His lips turned upward into a pout, which Brian in reality found adorable, although he certainly wasn't going to admit that to Justin at the moment.

"Actually, it was more like salami on whole wheat and an occasional cherry turnover," he admitted, receiving a shocked and irritated look from his partner. "And for your information, it wasn't that I couldn't live without it – truth is, I couldn't live with the Spam and all the other gourmet concoctions you tried to foist on me!"

Justin snorted softly. "Heaven forbid if you should try something different," he retorted. "Well, it seems to me you got yourself into this mess on your own…..Maybe I SHOULD just let you go over there and have it out with them….you got yourself into this situation, you should just get yourself out of it! I least I had enough sense not to get myself into the same kind of mess with Emmett!" Oops.

Brian's eyes narrowed and they became almost black like coal. "The same kind of mess, Sunshine? Would you care to explain that little statement?" Brian thought he saw a distinct look of guilt cross over the blond's face as he looked away briefly. Et tu, Sunshine?

"Well….I'm not too surprised that Emmett and Calvin are up here.," his partner admitted. "I…..sort of invited them to come up here for the week while we were camping." He bit his lip a little apprehensively, not sure if Mt. Kinney was about to erupt or not. After all, it wasn't as if HE had told Emmett to do any of the things he had wound up doing. In fact, he had decided NOT to have Emmett do anything at ALL. He had actually been enjoying the time he had been spending with Brian, sore ass, poor pioneer and all. It had been…fun.

"Invited them? To do WHAT?" Now it was Brian's turn to look at his partner suspiciously.

But Justin simply stuck his chin out defiantly. "They didn't DO anything," he insisted to his lover; Brian quietly peered at him, as if he were boring a hole through him, until Justin finally spoke up. "Okay, okay…..I was going to get him to play some…..tricks…..on you, since you were making such a big stink about camping. But they were just going to be innocent little pranks, that's all, like challenging you to a fishing contest and bringing in humongous sized fishes as opposed to the tadpoles you would catch, or shooting targets with you and always hitting the bulls eye because Emmett was standing there placing the arrow in the right place when you weren't looking, but I never DID do anything because you were having enough problems as it was….…Brian! Are you even listening to me?" Justin whispered in aggravation.

The more Justin rambled on and on, the more Brian thought of how ridiculous the whole situation sounded. If all of these mishaps had happened to someone else, it would have been pretty damn funny. He shook his head in disbelief, finally looking at Justin as he heard his partner utter a soft huff at his apparent lack of concentration. "Yes, Justin, I'm listening. I was just thinking how completely ludicrous it sounded. I'm just glad you decided I had been punished enough and didn't go through with it. That doesn't excuse our merry little pranksters over there, however. They've fucked with the wrong guy – paybacks are hell, especially when they involve me. So do tell, Sunshine – what do you have churning around in that pretty little blond head?"

Justin smiled. He was about to discuss just that when their food showed up. As the waitress placed two steaming and delicious-smelling plates of food in front of them, Justin murmured appreciatively at the aroma. "Hmmm," he practically purred as he got a good whiff of the fried chicken and bit into the crunchy outer shell of a leg. "Oh, my God! This is wonderful!" he declared in appreciation, a large smile on his face, partly from the food and partly from the fact that Brian apparently wasn't angry with him; Mt. Kinney was thankfully going to remain dormant at least for one more day….that is, until he spews his retaliation on four unknowing men currently having a grand old time on the other side of the room's partition.

Brian took a bite of his grilled, wood-fired salmon and had to agree; after a week of torment and Justin trying to poison him with all sorts of odd objects he was trying to pass off as food, this was downright heavenly. And at least they would have a thick, soft mattress in their room tonight to fuck and sleep in. That still didn't excuse what Mikey and Emmett had done to them this past week, however. As he savored the taste of the salmon in his mouth, he glanced over at his partner, who had a look of downright rapture on his face. Brian couldn't help smiling at his lover's reaction to his food; some things never change.

"Justin," he pressed his partner. "Tell me more about what you have in mind. It's time to teach those little shits a lesson about messin' with ME," he declared in a decidedly Southern accent. He waggled his eyebrows at his lover, who laughed softly.

"Okay, Paw, here's what I have in mind…."