Justin let out the breath he had been holding after Brian turned to follow his son upstairs to turn the dryer on. What had just happened here? Had Brian actually answered him like a normal human being? Did he really say he liked him? Justin shook his head in annoyance with himself and gave himself a small smack on the head; he was acting like some immature little school boy with a teenage crush on his teacher; get a hold of yourself, Justin, he chided himself. Although Brian had sounded sincere, his reputation as a fuck-'em-and-leave-'em kind of guy had preceded him. For all Justin knew, the man might be acting this way and saying that just to get into his pants for the night; maybe he was just playing the part of the sincere admirer because Justin was playing hard to get. He frowned and bit his lip in confusion; Brian's tone of voice and body language certainly conveyed sincerity; but was Justin merely seeing and hearing what he wanted to see and hear? Was Brian only acting this way because his son was fond of him and he didn't want to disappoint him? Doubt and just a little lack of self-confidence reared its ugly head as Justin stood there in contemplation. Well, he had already told Brian he would stay, and he promised Mel and Lindsey he would be here until they got back, so either way he was stuck. Vowing to tread carefully for the evening, however, he decided nevertheless that he was in it for the short term – at least for the next few hours; he might as well try and make the best of it.
Brian found his son in the upstairs laundry room, trying earnestly to tug the front-loading door open so he could toss his father's wet clothes inside to get dry. "It won't open, Daddy," Gus reported, as he pulled with all his might on the handle to get the stubborn door to open for him.
Brian grinned in amusement. "Let ME try, Sonny Boy," he told his son tenderly; he had to smile at the little boy's look of grim determination, the lips so reminiscent of his own as they curled under at the effort. "It's stuck," Gus declared disgustedly. He gave it one last, whole-hearted tug and found himself abruptly thrown to the ground as his grip on the door handle slipped and he fell backward onto the carpet.
"Whoa! You okay there, sport?" Brian asked him, as Gus lay there on his back with his hands lying to either side of the little body. The brunet helped pull his son to his feet as he gave him a perfunctory inspection to make sure he wasn't physically harmed. Satisfied the boy was okay, he reached down to tousle the soft, brown head. "It's okay, Gus," his father assured him. "I'll get it open for you. You get the clothes ready, okay?" He winked at him. "We'll show this dryer who's the boss here."
As Gus nodded his agreement, Brian quickly made short thrift of the door and opened it easily to Gus' consternation. Brian laughed as his son gave the machine a quick kick with his gym-shoed foot and almost violently threw the pants and shirt into the dryer. Just before he closed the door back, Brian made one more spontaneous decision. Maybe it was time to up the ante just a bit between him and a certain blond dish downstairs…
Unwrapping the bath towel from around his slim waist, he dropped it temporarily on the floor and peeled off his briefs to throw them into the dryer as well; after all, they were damp, too, weren't they? Gus just stood there, soaking it all in as if it were the most natural action in the world. Brian smirked; maybe it was natural. He thought briefly (he smiled to himself at the pun) of just walking completely naked back down the steps – after all, God knows how many times he had done that at the loft without a second thought – and it would have certainly been interesting to see a certain blond's reaction to it – but he changed his mind when he thought of the unpleasant ramifications of Gus' pit bull mother Mel coming home to find out that he had been morally impugning her son, so with some reluctance he picked the towel back up and replaced it around his waist.
Placing the setting on "damp," he picked his son up and said, "let's get it started, Sonny Boy." Gus happily pushed the knob in to begin the dryer; as his father set him back down, the little boy quickly rubbed his hands back and forth as if he were disposing of an unpleasant task. "There," he said, satisfied, nodding his head once firmly. Brian nodded his head curtly in return before smiling. He would never admit it out loud – especially to Mel of all people – but he enjoyed being with his son immensely. The boy's unbridled enthusiasm for even mundane things always made Brian's mood lighter and helped him to forget his troubles.
Speaking of which, unbeknownst to Brian, his current "trouble" was presently in the kitchen downstairs, trying to make himself useful while the other two occupants of the house were upstairs drying Brian's clothes. Just the thought of that man up there without almost a stitch of clothing on made Justin's heart start beating furiously and his body to tingle. Damn the man – he was fucking ENJOYING it, too; Justin could tell by the amused expression and the vibrant hazel eyes that seemed to mock him and be able to tell every little thought he was thinking in his head as the brunet had stripped down to almost nothing. With those tight, snug-fitting black briefs, the man could have just as well be wearing nothing, because that's exactly what they hid from Justin's prying eyes – NOTHING. If artists were renowned for one attribute, it was their sense of imagination, and Justin had an extremely vivid one when it came to Brian Kinney. After getting just a little preview of the real deal, however, he was sure his imagination could never be vivid enough, though, to truly capture the feel of that man's body possessing him totally.
He berated himself mentally as he stood near the refrigerator; just the thought of Brian Kinney and him fucking made his cock hard as a rock and leaking copiously. He furiously tried to think of something, anything, distasteful to get his mind off the damn man. Algebra tests, Roseanne Barr, station wagons, ice water, ice skaters with their lean, taut bodies, tanned and toned, wearing skintight spandex outfits that molded to their athletic frame and hid nothing to the imagination….
"Aargh!" he swore out loud. "100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 95, 94…" He began to count out loud rhythmically, anything inane to keep his mind off what his body was craving at the moment. He opened the refrigerator door and stuck his head in partway, feeling the shocking, cold temperature hit him like a lightning bolt. "Ah," he murmured, as he felt his body began to chill from the sudden exposure. This was more like it, he sighed in relief as he felt his heart began to slow down and he felt a certain part of his anatomy finally begin to relax. Thank God.
He about jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice growling sexily behind him, "Having a hot flash, Doughboy?" The man's warm breath poured down on his skin like silky, molten lava as he raised his head in surprise.
"Ow!" He painfully bumped his head up against one of the refrigerator shelves; as he turned around, his hand rubbing the knot that was quickly surfacing on top, he noticed Brian standing close by – much too close, for Justin's sense of safety as well as his sanity; the brunet lips were curled under in wicked amusement. Justin's eyes widened involuntarily as he realized the man was apparently now wearing only the blue bath towel and a smile; the towel seemed to have loosened and shifted even more tantalizingly lower on the man's narrow hips, exposing the fact that Brian had somehow discarded the one remaining, protective barrier between Justin's quickly faltering reserve and complete, utter surrender – Brian's briefs; the man was standing so close there was no doubt there was only skin underneath that towel – tanned, leaned, taut, glorious muscled flesh; Justin's heart began to hammer in his chest and he could almost feel the heat radiating from the brunet who was practically towering over him. Justin bit back a profanity-laced retort to his painful encounter with the refrigerator shelf when he noticed Gus standing right behind his father, peering up at him curiously. At he looked from father to son, Justin almost had to laugh at the two males standing so close together, both at the moment almost mirroring each other's expressions of curious innocence, although one of the males was definitely FAR from innocent at the moment, if he EVER was.
"What are you doing, Jus'n?" Gus asked him, one petite hand on his hip as he cocked his head sideways to try and decipher just what was going on between his new friend and his father. Gus had no doubt that the two liked each other; after all, his father had admitted it and he had seen the way the two of them had kissed earlier. His mommies kissed like that all the time, but especially after they had had an argument over something. Had his father and Justin had an argument, too? Was that why they had been kissing so much earlier?
Justin let out a breath, trying to gain patience in the interim. He hadn't really had much experience dealing with such an insatiably curious child like Gus; the boy both fascinated and vexed him at the same time. He was sure when Gus was a little younger, he must have been the boy in pre-school who was always asking the teacher why is the sky blue? Why does it rain? How does an airplane fly? Why are you and daddy looking at each other that way? He shook his head to try and clear those thoughts from his mind; hopefully, Gus couldn't read minds like his father seemed to be able to do. "I'm trying to see what your mommies wanted to cook for dinner so I could get it started for them," he told the little boy. Turning back to the refrigerator, he spied two casserole dishes wrapped in foil. "I think I found it," he told Gus, smiling, as he reached in to pluck the two containers out of the refrigerator and place them on a nearby counter.
"Mommy left a note," Gus helpfully divulged, as he walked over to a small side table under the nearby wall telephone and picked up an envelope. As he retrieved it and returned to Justin to place it in his hand, Justin was surprised to see that the envelope had his name written on it. I think I smell a rat, he thought, as he opened up the unsealed envelope to read the note inside:
Justin – I hope you'll forgive a little deception on my part. Dinner's in the fridge – just heat it up in the oven at 350⁰ for about 20 minutes and it should be ready to eat. There's also wine for the adults – as well as grape juice for Gus and Brian (Justin smirked at that comment) on the side door. By the way – don't let Brian fool you – he likes to play the carefree stud but I've seen the way he looks at you. Give him a chance – I have a feeling about you two. Gus' bedtime is at 9:00; we'll be back around 11:00 – enjoy your "date!" Lindsey
As Justin read the message contained inside the envelope, Brian saw his hands trembling slightly and noticed his face reddening in embarrassment. He was dying to know what the message said, but he didn't want Justin to know how curious he was. By now, he had figured out there was more to Mel and Lindsey's "unexpected" minor crisis than they had let on; this little convenient arrangement had Lindsey's name written all over it. He vowed to thank his friend for that later.
"Problem?" Brian asked the blond innocuously, his eyebrows raised in challenge. Justin pasted an indifferent mask on his face before he looked up from the note and advised his dinner companion in what he hoped was a nonchalant tone, "No, no problem. Just instructions on how to make dinner and when Gus' bedtime is." He smiled at Gus' frown to the word bedtime – he couldn't say the boy's reaction surprised him; someone as full of life as Gus probably hated having to put the brakes on his non-stop activities. Before Brian had any chance to ascertain its full contents, Justin quickly folded the note back up and placed it securely in his pants pocket.
What are you NOT telling me, Doughboy? Brian wondered. He noticed that while he and Gus had been upstairs, Justin had managed to tuck his shirt back into his pants. While he was disappointed not to be able to glimpse the blond's soft, pale skin underneath his shirt, he felt a slight surge of excitement over a chance later to do some more in depth exploring after his son had gone to bed. And he was going to make absolutely sure that his son would be going to bed at precisely his appointed bedtime.
"Uh…..Justin, just when IS Gus' bedtime?" he asked; he picked at some imaginary lint on his sleeve while he tried to keep the inordinate curiosity out of his voice. "I just don't want to get in trouble with his mommies," he quickly explained, as Justin gave him a skeptical look. He was supposed to take Gus home to spend the night, but he began to think it might be better to come back and get him in the morning; he was hoping he would be occupied later tonight and didn't want any "obstacles," however loved they might be, to get in the way of his hoped-for plans.
Justin looked down to avert his smile of pleasure; his heart leaped with the exciting possibility that perhaps Lindsey was right – maybe Brian really did care about him as more than just a one-night fuck. At least he hoped that was why Brian was so intent on learning when Gus went to bed; he fervently hoped it was because of that and not just because Gus' DAD was only interested in going to bed, too.
"Lindsey says it's at 9:00," he reported to the brunet, who nodded neutrally; inside, however, Brian was furiously thinking, two more hours, two more hours, two more hours…..
"Aw, Daddy," Gus pouted. "I want to stay up and play with you and Jus'n." He stomped his foot softly as his lower lip turned under in a distinct sulk. "Can't I stay up late, too?" he pleaded, his big hazel eyes large and expressive. "Look," he said, holding out Dino, whose big reptilian eyes stared back at Brian unblinkingly. "Dino's not tired, either. Can't we please stay up past our bedtime just once, daddy?"
Justin turned away to hide his smile; how could anyone say no to those eyes? Wasn't that how HE had gotten in trouble in the first place, though? Except the eyes he couldn't resist were currently residing in the boy's father instead. And they were looking at him intently, almost hungrily, never leaving his face as Brian softly answered his son, "Now, Sonny Boy, you wouldn't want your mommies to think I was corrupting you, would you?"
Gus frowned. "Daddy…..," he asked plaintively, "What does 'crupted mean?"
Justin giggled at the question; Brian thought the sound was positively charming in a lesbian sort of way; of course, he wasn't going to tell Justin that, however. Again, he wondered if he could elicit that same type of giggle from his own personal Doughboy in bed; all sorts of techniques filtered unabated through his mind as he thought of just what sort of activities they could do horizontally to try and recreate that delightful, musical sound. He couldn't wait to discover just what would work – he fervently hoped it would take an entire night of "experimenting" to find out.
Directing his attention back somewhat reluctantly to his incessantly curious son, he told him, "It just means that we wouldn't be following your mommies' rules, that's all. All little boys need lots of sleep to grow up big and hard," he added gently. He glanced over wickedly at Justin, his eyes dancing with mischief and something just a little more…..something dangerous, sinister. "Why, just look at Justin – see how big and hard he is?. When YOU grow up, you can stay up late to play, too." To his delight, he noticed the blond's face flushing a deep pink as he continued, "Sorry, Sonny Boy, you and Dino will just have to go to bed on time tonight." Of course, if they wanted to go bed even earlier, Brian thought hopefully, who was I to complain? "Don't forget," he told his son as part of a compromise, "We're still spending all day together tomorrow." But tonight, Doughboy, you're ALL mine.
Justin licked his lips a little nervously as he watched a myriad of emotions seem to wash over the brunet's face as the hazel eyes almost bored right through him; he seemed to notice a mixture of curiosity, hunger, and out-and-out lust almost oozing out of every pore of Brian's handsome face; and the eyes. As Brian continued to stare at him while answering his son, Justin almost felt dizzy as he studied the brunet's eyes, which were simply mesmerizing in their intensity and constantly changing appearance. The hazel eyes seemed to change color continually, from a soft emerald green to a golden brown to a dark, almost black hue of blatant desire.
Gus seemed somewhat appeased by the idea of being able to spend Saturday with his father as he smiled back at the brunet. "Can Dino come, too?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure he can," Brian told him, finally forcing himself to turn his gaze away from the enticing sight nearby to look directly at his son and smile.
Justin took advantage of the momentary lull in Brian's study of him to pick up the two prepared dinner dishes and walk over to the stove to place them in the oven for dinner. "If your bedtime's at 9:00, buddy, we'd better get your dinner started right away," he told the little boy, who quickly ran over to the oven to peer into the window to take a look at the contents. "What is it?" he asked his new friend curiously, as he scrunched up his nose against the glass.
"Careful, Gus, the oven's going to get hot soon," Justin cautioned him, gently pulling the little boy away from the appliance. "Looks like your mommy made us some baked ziti and scalloped potatoes for dinner," he helpfully informed the boy.
"Yay!" Gus cried jubilantly. "My favorites!" He bounced up and down in excitement. He reached up to tug on Justin's shirt sleeve. "When will it be ready?"
Justin looked down fondly and smiled at the hazel eyes peering up at him that were SO familiar to him, only they belonged to someone else – the boy's adult carbon copy. "About 20 minutes, Buddy," he informed the little boy. "Why don't you and Dino go play in your fort and I'll call you as soon as it's ready?" he told Gus.
Brian was elated; NOW they were getting somewhere. Gus in a separate room – in an enclosed fort, even – for several minutes, with him and Justin in the kitchen – alone. Sounded like the beginning of a delicious evening; at least he sure hoped so.
"Okay," Gus readily agreed to Brian's delight; he turned and was about to leave when a sudden desire occurred to him. "Come with me, Daddy," he implored his father. "You haven't seen my fort yet."
Brian groaned inwardly; oh, no. Not NOW, Sonny Boy. "Oh, I'd LIKE to, Gus," he told his son in what he hoped was an even, interested, fatherly-like tone of voice. "But Justin might need help setting the table for us to eat." There – that sounded perfectly reasonable; at least it should to his son. So why was Justin trying so hard to keep from laughing? He could clearly hear the blond's muffled snickering as he flashed a glare at the blond, who had his hand clamped over his mouth.
Gus responded innocently, "Can't Jus'n do that by himself, Daddy? I really want you to see what I made – please, Daddy?" He walked up to Brian and held out a little, pale hand as his eyes peered up at the brunet through soft, feathered lashes.
Aw, Sonny Boy, you're KILLING ME here. He looked over to Justin for help; all he got from him instead was a "Don't worry, Daddy – I can handle setting the table just fine. Gus, you go ahead and take your daddy to see your fort – I'll call you both when dinner's ready."
"Yeah!" Gus bounced up and down a little with glee as he grabbed his father's hand and began to pull him toward the living room for a tour. Justin smiled broadly at the brunet's look of disappointment just before he was reluctantly tugged out of the kitchen and into the other room, Justin's soft chuckling still ringing in his ears. You're going to PAY for that, little boy, Brian silently warned the blond under his breath, as he obligingly bent down to follow his son into the "Dino tent."
As he watched the two of them disappear into the makeshift cave, Justin heaved a great sigh of relief; if he had to see that nearly-naked man one more second longer, he thought he would explode with desire. My God – the man was magnificent looking. And that was just the parts he could see. He shuddered slightly at the thought of seeing the man totally exposed; of course, after he got another glimpse of the man's captivating eyes, the next part of the man his gaze would immediately go to would be the man's cock. God, he was such a beautiful but totally, absolutely dangerous man. Just the thought of being held in that man's arms again – but this time in a horizontal position – made his entire body thrum. No one had ever made him feel quite this way before; he only hoped Brian's comments from earlier this evening were honest, because if he gave in to this man's predatory pursuit only to be thrown away after one, single, fantastic, albeit mind-blowing fuck, he would be devastated. He never allowed a man to get that close unless he knew they both cared about more than just the sex. Was it just possible that Brian did feel the same way as he did?
He glanced over at the timer; 10 more minutes to go before dinner was ready. Ten more minutes to somehow get his heart back down to a normal rhythm and his body to calm itself before he gave his extreme desire for this man away. Or had he somehow already done that simply by looking at him earlier? Brian had to have known how he would react to seeing him dressed the way he was – or should he say undressed. In an attempt to get his mind – and his body – off a certain brunet in the other room, Justin busied himself locating the silverware and plates to set the table.
Searching in the upper cabinets near the stove, he finally located the wine and drinking glasses. Getting two wine goblets down and a plastic glass for Gus, he located the wine bottle and jug of grape juice in the refrigerator; he immediately opened the wine bottle and poured a generous amount into his glass and swallowed it in three gulps – something told him he was going to need more than one glass before the night was over. A few minutes later, he felt a slight, warm buzz as the effects of the alcohol blessedly started to kick in; he was thankful that the liquid not only had a somewhat sedative effect on his psyche, but also a certain part of his anatomy because he jumped a few seconds later when he heard the timer go off on top of the stove signaling that their dinner was ready.
A small, lanky blur came bursting through the living room just as Justin set the food on the table, out of breath but full of excitement. "I heard the bell!" Gus cried, running full steam for the table. "Is dinner ready? Dino and I are so hungry we could eat a dinosaur!" Gus promptly pulled out a chair at the side of the table and plopped down, looking as if this was the chair he sat in every day for meals; Justin figured it probably was, because he noticed this chair was different than the others in style and was slightly higher than the rest without actually being an official highchair; after all, a boy of Gus' age couldn't be seen sitting in a childish high chair.
Justin and Brian exchanged a look of amusement between themselves but didn't think to correct Gus about the inappropriateness of a dinosaur eating another dinosaur before Brian looked around the table set with their meal and asked the blond, "What? No BREAD, Doughboy? I'm appalled!"
Justin retorted, "I'm a cake designer, NOT a baker," as he pulled out a chair opposite Brian's son and sat down.
"Daddy, what's a pauled?" Gus asked curiously as he watched the exchange between his father and his new-found friend. Justin and his daddy seemed to like big words but he was still enjoying their conversation. He just couldn't tell if they liked each other or hated each other; he simply decided that adults could be very confusing.
Brian smirked. "It's not a thing, Sonny Boy, it's a feeling. Like you can't believe that someone who likes to play with flour all the time for a living doesn't know you're supposed to eat bread with your meal," he told his son helpfully, who nodded his agreement; after all, his father was always right.
Justin glared at him as Gus responded promptly, "I know where the bread is, Daddy." He pointed to a drawer over by the refrigerator; Brian smiled at his son and walked over to a narrow drawer and opened it to locate a package of soft, pre-cooked rolls. "I've got such a smart son," he praised the little boy, who beamed at the compliment as Brian brought the bag of rolls over to the table and placed them in the middle. "I hope it won't offend your sensibilities if we just keep them in the bag," he said to Justin. "I so hate to dirty up a good plate for nothing."
Justin smiled back at him prettily. "Not at all, Mr. Kinney. I can eat like a peasant just like the best of them." He reached in to take one of the rolls out and placed in at the side of his plate in confirmation. He was currently feeling pretty comfortable with himself after having a glass of wine before dinner; the slightly anesthetic buzz from the alcohol had made his body relax and his mind at ease. For perhaps the first time that night, he was beginning to feel confident that he could handle anything that Brian threw his way, clothes or not.
His confidence, however, slightly faltered as Brian chose to sit his long, lanky, mostly unclad body in a chair right next to his rather than sitting in the one at the head of the table that was directly between his chair and Gus'. Brian pulled the chair out and sat down in it in one smooth motion, deliberating scooting his seat closer to Justin's so that their two legs were almost touching side by side under the table. Just like before, Justin could actually feel the body heat coming off the brunet's warm skin as the brunet sat way too close for comfort to him; and again, just like before and to Justin's annoyance, Brian was having the same effect on his body as before. His heart was beginning to race and his body was beginning to react to the glorious sight of so much uncovered, tan, toned flesh exposed so delightfully to his gaze and at such a close proximity. He noticed his hand was shaking as he scooped up some of the baked ziti and scalloped potato casserole onto his place and picked up a bite of the food to eat.
"I hope we're going to have some dessert after dinner," Brian told his dinner companion huskily; he noticed with smug satisfaction that Justin promptly dropped his fork back onto his plate as it slipped from his grasp.
"Yeah – dessert!" Gus cried out enthusiastically. "That's my favorite part!" he told the couple, totally oblivious to the seduction being attempted across the table by his father.
Brian looked over at Justin intently as he answered in a low drawl, "Yeah, Sonny Boy…mine too." He watched as Justin's face turn deep pink at the overt, sexy tone of his voice. "Just what is for dessert, Doughboy?" Brian asked innocently, his tongue coming out to lick his dry lips slightly. Just the thought of what might HE would like for dessert later was making him horny as hell; he couldn't wait to gulp down the main course so they could get on to the most pleasurable part of their dinner – just the two of them. At the moment, however, his mind was on anything BUT food. He found that he couldn't keep his eyes off the pale, smooth skin of his companion's face or the long eyelashes that draped over a pair of ice-blue, sapphire eyes that were presently looking nervously down at his plate – anywhere but back at HIM. And those lips – God, how he wanted to suck on that bottom lip until it fucking bled from his worship of them….
"Yeah, Jus'n…what's for dessert?" Gus asked innocently in his child-like voice. Despite Justin's face flushing and his body quickly going into horny overdrive, he had to laugh slightly at his two dinner companions; both so much alike in many ways but when it came to their own version of dessert, polar opposites. He managed to squeak out a reply to Gus of "Boston Cream Pie" just before he jumped when he felt a hand snake over and firmly squeeze his cock possessively.
As Brian snickered, Justin threw a quick glare at him; fortunately, Gus simply mistook Justin's response as an enthusiastic agreement with him over the joys of dessert. "Goodie! I like cream pie! Just what IS cream pie, Daddy?"
Oh, no, Justin groaned silently, as Brian chuckled at his discomfort. "Oh…..that's the very BEST kind of pie, Sonny Boy," Brian assured him as he winked at Justin playfully. "And I'm sure Justin makes them extremely tasty," he drawled, making no mistake as to just what type of cream pie the man had in mind.
Damn him, Justin thought, as his cock hardened even more. This dinner was quickly becoming the longest dinner in history. And to think he had thought he would be relatively safe with Brian as long as his son was around. Apparently the man could make eating with a nun seductive – of course, if Brian WAS having dinner with a nun, he'd probably locate a priest somewhere so he could at least get in a good fuck afterward.
Justin smacked Brian's hand under the table as the brunet started to run his long fingers back and forth, up and down, higher and higher on his thigh as he crept closer and closer again to his intended target. "Will you stop that?" Justin hissed at him under his breath.
Brian leaned over to whisper in his ear as Gus stared at them curiously, his mouth full of a big bite of scalloped potato, "I saw you shivering, so I just thought I would warm you up." Justin's head jerked as the brunet unexpectedly nipped the fleshy, tender part of his upper earlobe and then gave it a soothing lick.
"How come you're not eating, Daddy?" Gus asked his father with concern; he hadn't noticed him taking a bite of anything since they had sat down for dinner. "Aren't you hungry?"
Brian chuckled as Justin's face flushed an even darker shade of pink; he hadn't this much fun since he had glued his teacher's ass to the toilet seat in school. But this occasion was promising to be much more stimulating than that situation had been. "Oh, I'm starved, Sonny Boy," he assured his son, who looked at him perplexed. That answer didn't gel with his father's present actions at all. He always thought when you were really hungry, you ATE. "I guess I'm just too excited to eat right now, though," he elaborated.
Justin couldn't look at his dining companion at the moment; he was already horny as hell, and if he risked even one quick glance at the man still whispering in his ear in that sexy tone of voice and sitting there almost naked as the day was long, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. And the man's SON wasn't helping at all. When was the boy's bedtime again?
"You still need to eat, Daddy," Gus gently chided his father sensibly. "Remember, Mommy says it makes you grow up big and strong," he preached.
"Well, Justin's mom must have told him the same thing, Sonny Boy, because he's certainly grown up big and hard…..…uh, I mean strong," he corrected himself; as Justin finally risked a quick glance at the brunet, he noticed to his annoyance that the man was smirking at him just before he winked again and curled his lips under; the man was having way too much fun at his expense.
He closed his eyes, hoping that perhaps this was all just a weird sort of Pee Wee Herman type of dream; his eyes flew open, however, as he felt the button snap open on the fly of his jeans and the zipper begin to be skillfully pulled down.
He almost fell as he leaped up from his chair and scooted it back, hastily buttoning his jeans back together. "Uh…..I think it's almost time for dessert," he announced breathlessly, picking up his mostly uneaten plate of food and carrying it over to the kitchen to scrape the remainder of his dinner into the trash; there was no way he could even think about eating at the moment; thanks to his tormentor, his stomach was churning with a fucking flock of butterflies presently.
"Yeah…." He heard a sexy growl coming from the table. "I think it's definitely time for dessert, too." Justin closed his eyes as he felt his face flushing with heat; he braced his hands against the kitchen sink in a feeble attempt to calm himself down. He began to regret the now three glasses of wine he had had in the last hour; he may have thought the buzz would relax him, but somehow his body had definitely woken up during dinner; unfortunately, he was beginning to think the liquor may have served just to cloud his judgment because he was suddenly having problems thinking clearly. Of course, it couldn't have anything to do with a certain brunet who was having way too much fun tonight, now could it?
"I'm ready for dessert!" Justin heard Gus declaring cheerily. "Where is it?" Justin pulse finally slowed enough for him to turn around to address his littlest dinner companion, who was oblivious to the sexual melodrama playing out right in front of his eyes. He noticed Gus looking around the room, apparently searching for the Boston cream pie Justin had made. He smiled at the boy's eyes that were lit up with the thought of his impending dessert; Gus' dad simply continued to sit there, his chair leaning back as he watched Justin's continuing squirming at his expense with utter amusement.
Intentionally ignoring the smug look of the older child in the room, Justin located the smaller dessert plates in a top cupboard and placed them on the counter while he went to retrieve the chilled pie from the refrigerator. He quickly cut three pieces of the pie and, placing them on the plates, carried them over to his dining companions. Gus' eyes lit up as he saw the thick slice topped with a generous, fluffy meringue icing. He eagerly picked up his fork and began to attack the pie; Justin didn't have to ask him if he liked it, because in short order the little boy had almost half of the slice eaten and hadn't said a word the entire time. Justin was silently grateful for the brief interlude; a busy, happy Gus who was too busy eating to say anything was a busy, happy Gus who wouldn't give his father any more unintended innuendoes to use against HIM.
He somewhat warily placed a slice of the pie in front of Brian before he sat down again in his original chair to take a small stab at his own piece. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Brian didn't move to pick up his fork and sample the pie; he just sat there staring at him while he tried, self-consciously, to eat his own piece. Curiosity finally got the better of him, and he turned to ask the other man, "Why aren't you eating your dessert?"
Brian smirked. "I never eat carbs after 7:00," he told him; his eyes never leaving the blond's face.
"But, Daddy," Gus finally interjected, having finished all of his pie now, "I thought you said it was time for dessert," he repeated faithfully.
Justin was about to attempt to take another bite of his pie when Gus' father answered gutturally, "I did, Sonny Boy. I just prefer the high protein kind of dessert."
OH, God. The bite of dessert he was about to take hung vicariously on Justin's fork and it wobbled in the air in front of his lips as Brian's husky statement washed over him. Like a man suffering from palsy, he slowly managed to put his fork back down on the plate, too afraid to try and eat for fear the food would wind up now in his lap instead.
Brian chuckled; he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Well, maybe not quite enjoying himself thoroughly; he was planning on THAT particular activity shortly – as soon as a certain little boy went to bed. He smiled broadly as he looked up at the kitchen clock over the sink to see that it was 8:55. Tick, tick, tick, Doughboy. It's almost time for MY dessert now.
"Oh, look, Sonny Boy – it's bedtime for you and Dino," he announced much too cheerfully for Justin's sake; the man was practically drooling at the thought.
"He's got five more minutes," Justin quickly volunteered, receiving a glare from the brunet. "Don't hurry him up," he told the boy's father. "His food needs time to digest."
Brian stood up as he scooted his chair back from the table; Justin prayed that the man's towel, which was hanging even more precariously low on his hips now, would somehow stay up as he walked over to Gus' chair and pushed it back slowly. "His food can digest while he's getting his pajamas on," he told his son somewhat sternly, leaving no question that it was definitely time for bed – for ALL of them. Before Gus could begin to utter a protest, he had swiftly picked up the little boy and his cherished Dino from the table and placed him in his arms to carry him upstairs.
"But, Daddy….." Gus finally managed to sputter out.
"No, Sonny Boy," Brian responded firmly. "Your mommies said your bedtime was 9:00 and it's almost 9:00 now….time for all good little boys to be in bed," he told his son, but he was looking at Justin the entire time, his lusty expression leaving no room for misinterpretation, nor any question as to what his intentions were going to be very shortly. The intense, predatory look he was reserving for his dessert left Justin's face once more flushing with embarrassment and his pulse beginning to skyrocket again, wine or not.
"Say goodbye to Justin," he told his son. "You'll see him again soon, I'm sure," he assured him, turning to gaze tenderly at his son now with a smile. He leaned down to kiss the little boy's forehead as he kept his arms wrapped protectively around the boy's slim waist.
Resigned to his plight, Gus gave a little wave of his hand, which was still clutching his precious Dimetrodon, Dino, tightly. "'Night, Jus'n," Gus called out; his body jiggled slightly up and down as Brian turned to carry him up the steps rather impatiently.
Justin responded fondly with a smile, "Good night, Buddy. Sweet dreams."
Just before he reached the first step, Brian turned to look one more time at the blond artist who was causing his pulse to speed up and his entire body to tingle with want; he noticed him sitting paralyzed at the table staring back at him like a rabbit caught in a steel trap. He raised one eyebrow in a silent challenge before he finally drawled, "Don't go anywhere, Doughboy. When I come back down, I'll be ready for my own sweet dessert."