After Brian and Gus left the room, Justin sat there in his chair paralyzed by what had just transpired; he exhaled a deep, ragged breath through his lips as his heart continued to pound unabated. A ridiculous thought filtered through his mind that maybe he was some unwitting participant in a reality show called Fight or Flight, because at the moment his good and bad Justins had reared their ugly heads once again and they were fighting over whether he should stay and probably have the most exciting, mind-blowing fuck of his life or whether he should take the momentary time alone that had been given him and get the hell out of there. The man was so exasperating; bigger than life one minute – full of cocky, sexual bravado and innuendo – and then the next minute soft and tender when he was with his son. Would the real Brian Kinney please stand up?

Okay – bad analogy, because all Justin could think about then was Brian standing up too abruptly and the towel he was still vicariously wearing falling unhindered down onto the floor, leaving nothing between them but the man's glorious, sensual body and Justin's quickly faltering reserve and fertile imagination. Why was he fighting this, anyway? Oh, yeah – something about dignity and self-worth. But the more he was exposed to this man – and exposed was definitely the right word – the more his resistance was failing. He felt like a twig trying to stand upright in the face of a hurricane – Hurricane Brian. And the hurricane would be blowing downstairs any moment – what was he going to do?

"Did your brush your teeth, Gus?" his father asked him as the little boy walked out of the bathroom with Dino still firmly clutched in his hand. Brian laughed as his son nodded his head, smiled and bared his teeth to display sparkles of blue toothpaste still glued to parts of his teeth.

"Yeah, I see that you did, Sonny Boy," he said, reaching out to rub the boy's soft brown hair affectionately. He walked over to the nearby dresser and opened the top drawer. "Which pajamas do you want to wear to bed?" he asked his son, who walked over to stand next to him to examine the drawer's contents. The quicker he got his son dressed for bed, the quicker he could get someone else downstairs undressed for bed. Thinking about that little pleasure, he somewhat impatiently repeated to his son softly, "Which ones, Gus?"

"I want my dinosaur pajamas, Daddy," Gus finally replied, shuffling lightly up and down on his toes next to his father.

Of course, Brian thought – what else coming from a boy who presently ate, talked, and played with nothing BUT dinosaurs lately? He frowned, however, as he searched for the requested sleepwear; he could see several sets of pajamas neatly lined up in the drawer but no dinosaur pajamas. "I don't see them, Gus," he told the little boy. "Why don't we put on the Spiderman ones instead?" he asked him hopefully.

Gus pursed his lips in disdain. "NO, Daddy – I don't like those. I want the ones with the stegosaurus on them."

Brian rolled his eyes in frustration, now almost urgently sorting through the neat stacks of clothes like he was at a bargain basement sale; when he couldn't find the set that Gus wanted, he promptly threw them disgustedly back into the drawer in a heap of disarray. "Well, then, how about the Batman pajamas, Gus?" He held up a black and yellow themed pajama top with the superhero's logo printed on them. "These are really neat, aren't they?" Brian prompted him with anticipation, trying to interject some excitement into his voice; come on, Sonny Boy, help me OUT here. It's DADDY'S bedtime, too.

But his son was not to be placated; he stomped his foot slightly as he replied stubbornly, "Those are ugly, Daddy. I can't go to bed until I get what I want!"

Brian smirked. That makes TWO of us, Sonny Boy. Unfortunately for Brian, however, he couldn't get what HE wanted until he located what his SON wanted, which to his utter annoyance was nowhere to be found. He shut the top drawer just a little too forcefully, immediately pasting a sheepish look on his face as he noticed his son's startled reaction to the noise. He opened the other three dresser drawers more gingerly, hoping the elusive dinosaur pajamas would be in one of them, only to be thwarted each time.

Sighing, he fingered his hands through his hair briefly as he thought furiously. Where could the damn pajamas BE? Surely, his son could be reasonable, couldn't he? He squatted down so he could be face to face with the miniature version of himself and said, "Gus, I can't find the dinosaur pajamas, and your mommies already told Justin you had to be in bed by 9:00." Brian glanced up at the clock, noting with aggravation that it was already 9:15, fifteen minutes less time that he could be presently spending downstairs with his own little bed companion. "I'm sure they're here somewhere, but for tonight you'll just have to wear some other pair, okay? Your mommies can find them for you tomorrow when you come to spend the night with me." He pasted on the most persuasive smile and puppy-dog-eyed look he could come up with, fervently hoping it would be sufficient to get his son to wear something else just for tonight; the same look always seemed to work when Gus did it to HIM. He soon found out, however, that it wasn't actually necessary.

"Silly Daddy," Gus told his father smiling. "My dinosaur pajamas aren't in the dresser. You took them out of the dryer when we put your wet clothes in there," he helpfully pointed out.

Brian stared in disbelief at his son as if the boy had horns growing out of his head; maybe he actually did – the little devil. He suddenly realized his son was right – he did remember taking a small load of clothes out of the dryer before Gus threw his own wet clothes in there; he just hadn't recalled what they were. "Why didn't you tell me that to begin with, Sonny Boy?" he said, somewhat exasperated.

"You didn't ask me, Daddy," Gus told him simply as if it was the most natural answer in the world.

Brian shook his head, wondering what had possessed him to agree to father this precocious model of himself. You didn't ASK me, Daddy, he says. "You and Dino stay right there," he told his son firmly, pointing his finger at them in emphasis. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Daddy," Gus answered readily, now that the case of the missing dinosaur pajamas had been solved; as Brian slowly backed out of the room he kept his eyes on his son who was waving his favorite toy up and down in the air as if the dinosaur was wreaking havoc on some unseen prey; he emitted growling noises as his arm drew imaginary circles in the air.

Brian hurried over to the laundry room and grabbed the boy's favorite pajamas from atop the dryer and rushed back to Gus' bedroom. "Okay, Gus, here we are," he announced triumphantly. He scooped his son up and dropped him tenderly onto the bed to hurriedly begin undressing him. Fortunately, by sitting on the side of the bed he was able to change his son into his pajamas in fairly short order once he had found the preferred sleepwear, despite Gus still clinging to Dino; fortunately for Brian, the pajama sleeves were loose fitting and could successfully be pulled down over a hand still clutching a spiky toy dinosaur firmly in its grip.

"Okay, Sonny Boy, here you go," Brian told him, smiling as he pulled the sheet and light blanket out from under the small body to place Gus' head on his pillow and the rest of him under the covers. He placed a kiss on his forehead before murmuring, "Sweet Dreams, Gus." The boy's bright hazel eyes stared back at his father thoughtfully as Brian slowly rose from the bed and turned on the softly-lit nightstand lamp nearby. His task finally accomplished, he sighed with relief and quietly turned to go just as he heard a little voice saying plaintively, "Daddy…read me a story."

Brian groaned as he stopped dead in his tracks; not NOW, Sonny Boy….please. He composed his face into a neutral expression before he turned around to face his son and reply a little sternly, "Gus…..it's almost 9:30 now – 30 minutes past your bedtime. You need to go to sleep, little man."

"But Daddy, one of my mommies always reads me a story before I go to bed. I can't go to sleep until I hear a story. Please, Daddy? PLEASE?" he beseeched his father, the anticipation and yearning clearly heard in the soft voice as his hazel eyes looked at Brian wide and imploringly. No fair, Sonny Boy – there's that look I was just talking about that I can't say NO to.

Brian grimaced; did his son realize what he was doing to him? Yes and no, he finally decided. His son knew just what to do and how to look to get his way, but he obviously did NOT realize what he was impeding here – possibly the most exciting fuck Brian Kinney would ever experience; he only hoped Justin was still waiting for him downstairs. A flash of worry crossed his face as he remembered he and his son had been upstairs for half an hour now – was Justin even still waiting for him? Torn between wanting to please his son and wanting to please himself, he sighed as his fatherly instincts took over and he grudgingly trudged back over to the bed to reach over to the nightstand and pick up a book lying on top of it entitled: Dinosaurs Come Alive! "Is this the book you want me to read?" the brunet asked his son, who nodded excitedly.

Brian sat with his back to the headboard as Gus' head lay on the pillow listening to his father's smooth-sounding, soothing voice, his empty hand reaching out after a few minutes to grasp his father's knee subconsciously. With his free hand, Brian blanketed the little boy's hand with his own larger one as he continued to read to Gus about the exploits of the fabled dinosaurs of prehistoric times. As he noticed his little boy's eyelids finally drooping after a few minutes and a yawn appearing, Brian inexplicably felt a tug at his heart before he softly placed the book back down on the nightstand and gave his son another gentle kiss on the cheek before he slowly rose once again from the bed. He stood for a few seconds to listen to his son's soft, even breathing and watch him snuggle up against his cherished toy before Brian quietly turned and exited the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar for his son just in case he should need him.


Justin had sat in his chair, full of nervous energy, for several minutes as he debated what to do. As time marched on, however, he found that he needed something both to occupy his mind as well as his hands, so he finally decided to get up and make himself useful by washing the dishes from their meal. As he stood in front of the kitchen sink, swishing the bubbly water around a dinner plate, his thoughts were preoccupied by the larger-than-life man currently upstairs with Gus. His body had thankfully calmed down and his pulse had slowed since Brian had left him alone, but he knew one look at that long, tall drink of sensuality and he would be lost again. He could easily tell why Brian's reputation had preceded him – he almost oozed sex appeal, from his dark, sensual, almost foreboding good looks to the swagger in his walk that seemed to say I'm the best fuck you're ever going to have, and you KNOW it. Even though Justin should have been annoyed by the man's confident, smug manner, he had to grudgingly admit that he found his attitude strangely compelling and far too overpowering to resist for long. He knew no matter what was about to happen, though, he was somehow incapable of separating himself from the temptation about to re-enter his personal space.

As if the man were reading his thoughts, he heard a low, deep voice behind him drawling, "I hope you didn't start dessert without me." Justin froze, his back to the other man as he grasped the front of the counter tightly; he was afraid to face the brunet just yet, but he kept hoping for his own sanity that surely by now Brian's clothes were dry and he had gotten dressed.

Standing behind the artist and still dressed provocatively only in the towel, Brian was enormously relieved as well as pleased to see that Justin had, indeed, elected to wait for him; he could see the artist's shoulders rise and fall as he heard a soft breath being exhaled, an indication that someone was nervous. Brian licked his lips with anticipation and wetted them as his body reacted to the power he was having over this beautiful, fiery blond; the de-flouring of this delectable little dish was going to be SO exquisite. FINALLY, he silently crowed in triumph.

As Justin's back remained turned rigidly away from him, he slowly swaggered up to his dessert and placed both of his long arms to either side of the other man to trap his slim body against the sink; he purposely pushed his body firmly against the blond, not afraid to let him know in no uncertain terms that he wanted him – badly. "I believe I was just about to sample your cream cake," he purred in the other man's ear as his face nuzzled against the soft, pale cheek of his own little Doughboy like a horny kitten rubbing wantonly against someone's leg. He heard Justin groan involuntarily and smiled, enormously delighted to find that his cock fit so perfectly against the shorter man's butt cheeks. If they didn't move to some place more comfortable very soon, he wasn't going to care – he would just yank the man's pants down over that adorable, oh-so-delectable bubble butt and down those pale, slender legs to fuck the man senseless right there. As he felt Justin's entire body shiver in pleasurable torment, he placed a small nip on the man's delicate upper ear lobe and whispered, "I'll take you right here and now if you want. I much prefer the couch – but it's your choice," he drawled sexily. "You'd better decide NOW, though" he warned him sensually, his breath coming out winded from his desire; he had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted this man right now – his mouth was dry with want and he knew this man was a thirst he had to quench repeatedly.

Justin closed his eyes in response to a flood of emotions overwhelming him at the moment; he had never come across someone who could skillfully play his body and affect his emotions the way this man did. From the second Brian's long, lanky frame had come into contact with his, his cock had immediately begun to harden and his face had flushed with the heat radiating from the flood of emotions coursing through him. With both excitement as well as trepidation, he had instantly noticed that Brian's arms were bare, which could only mean one thing: he still didn't have his shirt on. What else was he NOT wearing? And the VOICEmy God. It was low, rumbling, and full of danger, almost a predatory growl of sexuality. This man wasn't afraid to tell him what he wanted and to go after it. If had had any thought before to putting any distance between him and this man for his own safety, he was far past that point now. Something was going to reach a head soon – figuratively as well as literally.

He gasped and his breath left him as he felt a hand grasp his wrist and twirl him around quickly to face the brunet, who expertly held him now in his arms; as Brian wrapped his hands possessively around his back, he felt his knees began to weaken at the sight of the muscled, tan stomach and lean, bare arms gripping him tightly; the thought that there was nothing underneath the blue towel Brian was still wearing made him horny as hell. As he slowly dared to raise his eyes to gaze into the hazel ones darkened with flashes of gold, he held his breath at the look of extreme lust radiating back at him from Brian's intense stare. He was absolutely hypnotized by the brunet's eyes which practically bore into him as Brian memorized every nuance of his face. He licked his own lips nervously, a pink tongue quickly darting out to moisten them. He barely had time to retract it back into his mouth before Brian roughly melded his body to his and roughly smashed their lips together to bend him back against the hard, cold sink.

Brian was in sensory heaven. Ever since their last kiss, he had been craving this man's sweet taste again; now as he finally had the chance to experience it once more, he found that it was even more intoxicating than he remembered. His hand came up to brush against the soft, silky blond hair at his Doughboy's neck; he gripped the back of Justin's head firmly to push their lips even more impossibly closer together as he twisted his head for a deeper penetration; he was rewarded with a involuntary moan of pleasure from the blond's soft, plump lips, almost like a humming noise.

After several seconds, the two finally broke for oxygen, heaving chests joining in a sensual, rhythmic harmony as hearts beat rapidly in time together. Brian reached his hand back around to cup the pale chin, ordering the blond in a soft, commanding voice dripping with desire, "Touch me, Justin."

Justin swallowed hard; he knew one touch of that lean, chiseled chest and he would be lost for good. But he also knew somehow he was powerless to refuse; this moment had been ordained from the first second they had met. "Brian," he whispered shakily, his voice a husky refrain of want as he almost shyly reached out a hand toward him.

"Yes," Brian urged him, as Justin tentatively placed a slender hand on his chest, his long-tapered fingers lightly stroking a trail across the hot, sweaty skin. He marveled at the firm flesh that rippled at his touch, amazed he could have such an effect on this magnificent man. Stoked by the response, he feathered his hand over Brian's left breast, rolling his palm over the nipple just to see it instantly harden and become a wrinkled pebble at his touch; his heart pounded at his boldness and at the sound of Brian groaning in desire – desire for him.

He slowly raised his eyes again to look at Brian when he felt the brunet still his roaming hand by curling his own on top of his. His body trembled at the look of raw, dark lust in the large, expressive eyes as Brian whispered, "You didn't answer my question, Justin. Here or the couch?"

Justin swallowed, trying to moisten his quickly-drying mouth as his brain tried to decipher what Brian had just asked him. He finally managed to whisper one word, "Couch," but it was all Brian needed to hear. Brian smiled triumphantly as he began to pull Justin slowly but determinedly along with him toward the living room, his lips assaulting his eyes, his cheeks, his ears, his neck, and finally his lips once again as they approached the living room.

Justin couldn't look away even if he wanted to as Brian came to a stop in front of their makeshift bed; his eyes widened with the knowledge of what was about to happen and his breath hitched in his throat as the brunet released his hold on his wrists, smirked confidently and slowly undid the towel now twisted loosely around his hips; as the fabric fell to the floor unnoticed and forgotten in a heap, the brown thatch of curly hair Justin could previously see tantalizingly peeking out of the temporary covering abruptly paled in comparison to the rest of Brian that was now gloriously revealed in totality: narrow, perfectly formed, toned hips, a slim waist, long, lean legs, and most awe-inspiring of all, a hard, thick, long and luscious cock; a cock that was already beginning to leak with the overt signs of a desperate desire needing to be satisfied immediately.

Brian smiled wickedly, smugly pleased to see the blond's reaction to his unveiling. As satisfying as it was to see Justin's response to his body, however, it was minor compared to what he was about to finally get to do – it was time for him to claim his prize and savor his dessert. As Justin stood there, seemingly paralyzed by his own desire, Brian drawled, "Time to give me a taste, Doughboy," before he grasped the other man's shirt front and roughly pulled him toward him; as he again smashed their lips together to kiss Justin deeply, he began to nimbly unbutton the buttons at the top of Justin's shirt. As the top of the blond's chest was partially exposed, Brian anxiously snaked his hands through the parted opening to get a brief preview of what was to come; he was awed by how soft and smooth the flesh was just underneath the blond's neck. Impatient to see what the rest of the skin felt like, he removed his hands just long enough to reach down and pull Justin's shirt up to prepare to pull it over his head and discard the troublesome impediment to his objective. As he reluctantly broke their kiss, he was pleased to see that Justin willingly lifted his hands up to help remove the offending piece of clothing.

Justin blushed under Brian's intense scrutiny; he noticed the hazel eyes darkening even further as Brian hungrily leered at his pale, smooth chest. He watched, transfixed, as Brian eyes raked downward as he confidently moved to unbutton his pants; this time there were thankfully no small, prying eyes to impede his goal.

The blond's pants finally unbuttoned and unzipped at last, Brian was surprised to see his hands shaking as he paused momentarily to appreciate the tasty dish he was about to enjoy before kneeling to eagerly grasp the younger man's waistband and slowly pull the trousers and underwear down together, revealing a surprisingly large, thick cock that was standing just as erect as Brian's. He licked his lips in barely-controlled anticipation as he heard Justin's ragged breathing above him.

As some pre-cum slowly, temptingly dribbled from the head, Brian knew he had to have a little taste. He drew his eyes upward slowly to meet intense blue ones before he lowered his head, grasped the smooth organ with one skilled hand, and opened his lips for a taste of heaven.

Justin groaned loudly and reeled from the sensation of Brian's lips and hand playing him like a skilled musician; even though it was their first time, the man somehow knew just what to do to make him dizzy with need. His legs were threatening to buckle out from under him at the expertise of Brian's sensual assault until just at the last possible second, he suddenly felt the abrupt release of his cock from his talented torturer. He bit back a moan of disappointment as Brian quickly stood up and smashed his lips once again against his mouth as he tasted himself in the deep, probing kiss.

Without breaking their lip lock, Brian somehow managed to push Justin down onto the couch as he plundered the blond's mouth repeatedly; his skilled hands were roaming everywhere he could reach – stroking him up and down his shoulders, rubbing circles on his hardening nipples, caressing his slim waist. Several minutes passed before their lips broke apart, Brian's full body weight pressing down on him and making him a willing captive. "I want you," Brian growled huskily to him in his ear. "NOW," he demanded as he reached down on the floor to pick up a tube of lube and a condom that had somehow, miraculously appeared.

Justin didn't have time to think about how he had managed it; he was too busy reeling from the exquisite feeling of Brian writhing against his body; each time their cocks rubbed together, it was like an electrical, shocking current of exhilarating desire coursed through him. They were quickly building up to a crescendo of pleasure that could only be satiated by one action: the joining of their two bodies together.

Brian impatiently sheathed his cock and slathered the lube on the shaft. He was preparing to plunge an exploratory finger into Justin's hole just as he distinctly heard a soft voice calling from down the steps. "Daddy? Where are you? I'm thirsty."

Brian let out a loud groan of disbelief. No fucking way. NOT NOW, Sonny Boy! Maybe if he ignored Gus, he would give up and go back to bed. This couldn't be happening – not after he had waited so long for this moment. Not after he had been given just a sample of the paradise he was about to dive into for the first time.

Whether he could ignore his son's plaintive cry for help quickly became a moot point, however, because he felt the slender body underneath him stiffen in alarm at the sound of Gus' voice. "Brian," Justin huffed out breathlessly. "We can't do this. Not here. I….we can't….we can't do this with Gus upstairs."

Brian groaned and slumped against Justin's soft, warm, oh-so-inviting body. The body he was about to taste fully for the first time. The body he had been craving from the instant they had met. The body he fucking had to have. It just wasn't FAIR. Brian Kinney always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was turning him down – AGAIN.

"Daddy?" he heard more loudly and insistently this time. "I need a DRINK. And I have to go to the bathroom. Daddy, where ARE you?"

Justin's heart began to pound with fear this time as he distinctly heard soft patter-pitters quickly coming down the steps now. "Brian!" he whispered urgently. "Get UP!"

"That's what I've been TRYING TO DO!" he snarled in irritation and frustration, as he finally with great reluctance rose up on his elbows and twisted his body to stand up next to the couch. Snatching the previously-discarded towel somewhat angrily from the floor, he roughly tied it around his waist and threw a nearby blanket over Justin just before his son came bounding into the room, Dino once again held firmly in his hand. Gus stood at the entrance to the living room, one small hand on his hip as he asked somewhat testily, "Didn't you hear me, Daddy?" He looked at Justin lying on the couch, covered from the shoulders down with the lightweight throw his mommies normally slung over the back and asked curiously, "Is Justin spending the night here, too?"

"Uh, no, Sonny Boy, Justin just got a little cold," he answered smoothly as Justin's face flushed with embarrassment. The blond couldn't believe he had almost fucked with Brian on Mel and Lindsey's couch; the result of their bonding would have no doubt created a lot of embarrassing explanations afterward. For that he was thankful in a way that Gus had stopped them when he did; his timely interruption would have been about the ONLY thing that would have prevented the inevitable. Despite his relief, however, about Gus' timing, he was mortified to find that thanks to Brian's expert ministrations a few minutes earlier his cock was still hard as a rock and his body continued to thrum with unsatisfied desire.

"Daddy! I need a drink and I need to use the bathroom," Gus repeated impatiently, as he now bounced up and down on each leg to emphasize the urgency.

Brian rubbed his hand across his face in unfulfilled longing; his cock was still standing erect from the stimulating foreplay with his own personal Doughboy and he was horny as hell. Sighing loudly at the unbelievable timing of his well-intentioned son, he looked over longingly at Justin before turning back around to take his son's hand. "Okay, Gus – I'm coming." He allowed himself to be pulled back upstairs to the bathroom to help his son quickly so he could hopefully get back downstairs and resume his dessert sampling.

A few gulps of water and a piss later, Gus was finally back in bed and to Brian's great relief quickly closing his eyes to prepare to resume his sleep as the brunet gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and rushed back downstairs in hopes of reuniting with Justin. To his profound disappointment, however, when he returned to the living room it was to find the couch empty and the house quiet. All that remained was the throw, now neatly folded and placed back on the rear of the couch as if their mind blowing adventure had never occurred.