If this man was perfection while he was awake, Justin thought that there wasn't yet a word in existence to describe the flawlessness of this man as he slept. His bronze skin and softly tussled hair presented him with an virtuousness not present once his attitude entered his consciousness.
"Wakey Wakey Eggs & Bakey." Justin playfully mused to a sleeping Brian. Gus giggled at his teacher, and shook his daddy's shoulder with all of his tiny might.
His blue eyes sparkling as hazel met his gaze. "Time for you to rise Mr. Kinney." He purred and licked his lips. Brian gulped lightly, and smiled softly.
Brian quite liked Justin being the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. His mind sent him an image of awakening in the loft, glancing over and seeing this man softly sleeping. 'Stop that!' he reprimanded his imagination.
He shook his head sharply trying to assassinate the intrusive thought. His aim was off.
"You ready to go Sonny Boy?" he directed his eyes back to his son who was exiting the seat .
"Uh-huh Daddy. This trip sure was fun. Yeah, I can't wait to tell mommy and mama how I had such a good time with my daddy. Yep. It was the best." Gus continued his ranting all the way down the aisle of the bus.
Brian looked at Justin who was still facing him on his knees on the seat in front of him.
"Yep. The best. I had such a good time with daddy myself." He smiled.
Brian felt a sickening in his stomach. Why did this man have to be so fucking breathtaking? Those eyes and that smile was not making this any easier on him.
He had to severe the ties, put an end to this blond's persistent flirtation.
This was not proceeding any further. 'No repeats.' Brian had thought that after he fucked him, the thrill of the hunt would subside. The exact opposite had occurred. He wanted this man again, and again and again. The nausea was ever present, and he had never been more bewildered in his life.
Placing their bags in his car Brian felt a small tug on his pants, he turned, Layla. "Hey there Layla. Are you excited to get home?" He asked her through a smile.
"Yep. My mommy and daddy are over there!" she exclaimed but didn't point to anyone directly. "I just came to give Gus a hug and" she paused "tell you again I'm real sorry I throwed up on you that one time." Brian smiled, and bent down to kiss her cheek.
As she turned and took off running to a woman Brian could only assume was her mother, he thought he wouldn't mind at all if Gus one day brought her home with a ring.
"OK Mr. Justin I will. Uh huh I promise." At his son's mention of the teacher Brian turned and faced the passenger side. However he couldn't see either of the boys the voices belonged to. Justin must've been bending down to Gus's level.
He felt a fleeting sense of fear? nerves? 'something'. He didn't know and wasn't planning on investigating the unwelcome emotion.
He debated getting behind the wheel and driving off. It would be quick, painless (at least for him) and get the inevitable over with. He hesitated for reasons beyond his understanding. 'Fuck.' He shouldn't have paused, it had allowed the man more than enough time to position himself in front of him.
The rays of the high afternoon sun shined down on him with awe inspiring radiance. Of course. He was definitely not making this easy.
"When will I see you again?" The blonde asked softly but not timidly.
"You can see me," he paused slightly, "in your dreams." Brian responded quickly but with far less callousness than he had been hoping to deliver.
Brian had expected the teacher's face to soften, his eyes to fill with tears, and his body to sigh. He was wrong. Justin did none of the above. Instead, he met his gaze with an immense confidence that made Brian falter back from it's intensity.
"Well then I suppose we'll meet up when I'm in yours." he smiled slyly.
'Christ.' how was he losing control of this conversation? 'Fucking focus Kinney, we're supposed to be crushing this man's dreams here.'
Needing now more than ever to make his exit, he slid into his seat and closed the door. Glancing out of the open window he smiled smugly, "Later Sunshine." was all he said.
"Later." Justin said and licked his perfect lips. Brian groaned internally.
"Here Daddy." his son's voice brought his attention away from his increasingly hardening cock.
Brian glanced down at the box Gus was handing him.
"Mr. Justin asked me to make sure I gave you this." he said proud that he was doing as instructed.
"Oh yeah?" Brian smiled opening the box.
Inside he found at least one hundred Hershey kisses. Bringing one closer, he noticed they each had a sticker on the bottom. 'A kiss for a kiss let's trade' it read. Brian's heart skipped a beat or some other lesbionic shit.
"So," Gus started.
"So?" He urged him to finish his thought.
"Well, you know cause since he's a big boy kisser I figure maybe you can take Mr. Justin out ramming with you some nights. So you wont get bored all by yourself." his innocent words once again open for complete sexual interpretation from his daddy.
He looked back at the box of chocolate, and saw a rolled piece of paper. Unrolling it, he saw himself and Gus. It was fucking amazing. He guessed the artist had drawn it during the long bus ride.
Brian turned and faced his son. Considering his words and reexamining the blond's souvenirs, he spoke "Count on it Sonny Boy." he smiled.
'Yes. With all of this chocolate that Justin's going to be eating, Ramming is an excellent way to burn off the calories. 'Fuck carbs' literally and figuratively' Brian thought. He also thought that perhaps he'd make a habit out of picking Gus up from school a little more often.
As he watched the teacher's form continue to descend from view, a relentless weight of comprehension pressed down on his mind. He feared he would be crushed by the heaviness of realization.
Finally, he knew what the hell that goddamn 'something' was.
Sometime over the last thirty six hours (he wasn't sure exactly when)…
That 'something' had become 'everything' he'd never admit he really wanted.
…and 'everything's fucking hat was beginning to grow on him.
The End.