"I have found a place inside this day,
Where inner children run and play.
Where worldly concern of rush, rush
Is replaced by a child's' blush.
Be as young as you must
In innocent truth you can trust
Be not worried, harried or woed
The child in your heart is all you need know."
~~ The Child Inside by T.I. Post
He was being set up.
And it wasn't even subtle. 'Could they be more obvious'? He thought. He woke up to an empty house. It was seven a.m. on a Saturday morning, more importantly, the morning of his birthday, and there wasn't a soul in the house.
Brian made his way back to the kitchen after searching the entire house and started the coffee. He knew they were planning something for his birthday, he just didn't know what. And he certainly didn't expect this! Everyone had abandoned him on his birthday. He guessed Fran was right when she said no one wanted to be around him on this day.
Wait, was that a moment of self pity?
Brian reached between his legs and groaned. He was soft. Fucking pity always made his dick soft! He brushed his maudlin thoughts out of his head and picked up the newspaper that was on the dinning room table. He sat down and opened it up to read as he waited for his coffee to finish brewing but found he couldn't get past the first few lines. It was too fucking quiet, eerily quiet, the silence was deafening. Though he wasn't going to grumble too much, the quiet was also kind of nice. There'd been little of it in the past week, due to the latest addition to their family.
They brought the baby home last Tuesday and buried his mother on Thursday. It was a joyful, yet somber time. The family didn't know how to react to Adeline's passing; they weren't exactly close to her. Justin and Debbie knew her best and they assured the family that Adeline wouldn't want them to mourn for her. She died bringing life into the world and that the family should be joyful of the gift she left behind.
Justin and Brian named their child Elliot Andrew Taylor-Kinney. Adam already filed the papers for Brian to adopt the baby so the name would be legal, along with Brian's parental rights. For all his faults, Adam knew how to get a job done right, and quick.
Elliot was barely a week old and already his hair was starting to come in. Red/orange. Just like the Angel he was named after. Brian was sure Elliot had his hand in that, literally when he placed it on the baby's head the day he was born. He was just vain enough to leave them that to remember him by. As if he or Justin could ever forget him.
Along with the bright red/orange hair, their son also inherited his namesakes' temperament. He was a very inquisitive and demanding infant. He was a fusser, and a first class manipulator even at his tender age. It was as if he sensed when someone new was around. He'd kick up a fuss until the new person picked him up and saw how special he was.
Yeah, that kid was more like their dear Angel friend then either he or Justin would like to admit.
Brian smiled at his thoughts and got up to retrieve a cup for his coffee when the phone rang.
He turned to answer it.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!" The screeching chorus of high pitch voices went right through Brian.
So much for the quiet.
He pulled the phone away from his ear until the last line of the song "Happy Birthday to You", (delivered in a key so off he was imaging Jagger slitting his wrist over it), was sung.
When he heard Justin calling his name, he put the phone back to his ear.
"Happy birthday Brian!" His blond greeted him cheerily.
Brian harrumphed into the phone.
"Some birthday! What? No breakfast in bed?" He asked petulantly.
Justin laughed.
"The kids wanted to go to the Pancake House for your birthday." Justin said.
"Um, don't you think I should have been invited?" Brian said sarcastically.
"Nahh. Besides you hate the pancake house. I have something much better planned for you." Justin said.
Just then, the doorbell buzzed.
"Hold on Sunshine, some one's at the door." Brian said.
"I know. It's part one of your gift." Justin said.
Brian raised his brow, as if Justin could see him, and then went to answer the door.
Since the renovations to the Tremont house, the kitchen was now on the first floor. There was an alcove added for visitors to go through before being allowed in.
Brian walked through the front door, into the alcove, and then unlocked the street door entrance.
There standing on the stoop dressed fittingly in a white uniform, complete with chef's hat, stood Pittsburgh own renowned chef, John-Paul Peone. Behind him a fleet of men and women, dressed similarly carrying bags and coolers, lined the sidewalk.
"Mr. Kinneie?" John-Paul addressed him in his thick French accented voice.
Brian smiled widely; the phone was still clutched in his hands.
"Oh Sunshine, you just earned yourself a week of topping." Brian said.
Justin laughed on the other end.
"Just one?" He asked.
"Don't push it. It's food, not sex." Brian answered.
Justin laughed harder.
"Oh but you always said his food was the next best thing to sex." Justin answered saucily.
Chef Peone worked at Brian's favorite restaurant. On special occasions, or when Brian was just in the mood to splurge, he would take Justin to Peones, named after the infamous chef, for brunch. They made the most spectacular crepes.
"Wait, does this mean I'm off my diet?" Brian asked.
"Just for today." Justin answered.
"Excuse me Mr. Kinneie, but I must enter with my staff. We are assigned to create you a breakfast fit for a king, toot sweet!" John-Paul announced then emphasized his words by slapping the palm of his hand against his mouth making a 'popping' sound.
"Of course, forgive my manners, please enter." Brian said then held the door open for the army of cooks.
"You know you should be here sharing this breakfast with me." Brian said.
"Don't worry, I've already booked him for a private dinner. But today is just for you. Your next gift is scheduled to come at 10:00 a.m., so be ready." Justin said.
"My next gift 'cums' at 10:00? Hmmmm...you know how I love punctuality. Unfortunately Sunshine, I'll be too stuffed by then to cum much less do anything else. Though I might make the effort, depending on what the gift is." Brian smirked into the phone.
"Um, your next gift is definitely worth the effort, but if you like your balls, I suggest you keep your efforts at a minimum." Justin teased.
"Really?... sounds intriguing, and mysterious. I can't wait. But I'm on to you blondie.
You just want to keep me distracted all day while you plan whatever nefarious torture you have in store for me later." Brian accused.
"Ahhh...caught again. Now our totally not gourmet pancakes are here so I have to go. All you need to do is relax, enjoy your gifts, and be at Rena's house by one this afternoon. Oh, and don't shower or dress until right before you're ready to leave the house." Justin said.
Brian was about to question Justin's odd request when the smell of apple cinnamon crepes invaded his nostrils.
He groaned in pure pleasure.
"Oh God just the scent of his cooking is enough to make me cum." Brian declared dreamily.
"As much as I would like to be insulted, since you've never said that about my cooking, I'm not. I've had his crepes. They are orgasmic. Now go enjoy." Justin said.
Brian mumbled some unintelligible response then hung up the phone and followed his nose into the kitchen where his taste buds were treated to the most sensual, delectable flavors ever to pass his lips.
Two hours and several courses later, (who knew breakfast could have seven courses?) Brian's next gift promptly arrived as promised.
His name was Roscoe.
Roscoe was a big muscular guy with sculptured arms and big hands. He was also very easy on the eyes. For a minute Brian thought Justin had hired him a hustler, as some sort of joke, a very bad joke, when he spied the large rectangular case Roscoe was carrying. It was a portable massage table.
Relieved, Brian let Roscoe have his way with him. It started with a steam facial and shave.
Brian fucking loved it. He very rarely found the time to sit for professional barbers shave these days. It was a luxury he once treated himself to at least once a week. But with a house full of kids, two businesses in two different cities and a nightclub to manage he stopped finding the time.
Roscoe told him that Justin had paid for him to come to the house once a week, for the next year.
Oh yeah, that just earned his Sunshine two weeks of topping.
After the shave, Roscoe gave Brian the most amazing full body massage.
Justin was right to warn him about not getting too carried away with the experience. The man kneaded and worked out all the kinks. Brian could feel the tension, tension he didn't even realize he had, ease from his body. Roscoe made his body hum with his large, firm expert hands. And when Brian's body hummed, his cock sang along in perfect harmony. Brian had a hard on the whole time.
After the massage, Roscoe oiled him down good, and then left him with his hard on, and a full line of skin products. Brian gave him a huge tip, then immediately jumped in the shower and jerked off.
Now he understood why Justin didn't want him to shower until after his last present left.
After a long hot shower, and two unbelievable orgasms, the best he'd ever given himself actually, Brian was ready to go to Rena's.
He dressed in a pair of tight Dolce and Gabbana jeans, and his favorite black Gucci T-shirt. He stopped to look in the mirror on his way out. His skin never looked better. It had a youthful glow to it. Even his hair felt, and looked vibrant and alive.
"I'd fuck you," he uttered to his image.
He left the house and jumped into his convertible, top down, forgoing his jacket. It was May and the weather was unusually warm.
Twenty minutes later it was like déjà vu. He walked into yet another empty house. His sisters' house.
Though where this house was empty, it certainly wasn't silent. Brian could hear carnival music playing in the distance.
"Hello," he called out. No answer
He walked around to the back of the house towards the music and was greeted with a sight that he'd never forget as long as he lived.
The whole backyard was converted into an amusement park complete with game booths, petting zoo, concession stands and rides.
Brian had to blink twice to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Men on stilts teetered on the lawn. Clowns juggled up on a stage constructed out of wood. A heavy bearded lady sat next to an incredibly tall skinny man on another stage. And in the middle of the extravagant spectacle loomed a huge roller coaster.
He simply could not believe his eyes.
"Please tell me you didn't fuck Roscoe." Justin said as he walked up behind Brian.
"I didn't fuck Roscoe." Brian answered then turned around to greet his partner properly.
Justin put his hands on Brian's chest, stopping him from kissing him as he stared at his face.
"You look fucking amazing! You sure you didn't fuck Roscoe?" Justin said teasingly as he narrowed his eyes.
Brian laughed then pulled Justin in for a long, hard, thorough kiss. It said "Thank you" on so many levels.
When he finally let Justin up for air his blond was panting and flushed.
Brian took in his surroundings. He couldn't believe all the work that must have went into setting something of this magnitude up. He felt like a kid on his very first time at the fair.
"I can't believe you did this. It's perfect. How did you know?" He asked, his voice low, his tone awestruck.
"As I recall, you once told a friend of ours that sex was like an amusement park, and love was like riding the big scary roller coaster ride at the park with someone you trust." Justin said then nudged Brian with his shoulder.
"Well? Care to take a spin with me?" Justin said tilting his head towards the huge coaster sitting in the middle of the festivities.
"You remembered that?" Brian asked referring to the time he told Elliot his views on love and sex.
"I remember every fucking thing you've ever said to me Mr. Kinney. Even the things I've forgotten, I eventually remembered because the heart that truly loves, never forgets." Justin said.
Brian's chest filled with emotion.
"You know you say the sweetest things Sunshine. You didn't happen to grow a vagina in the last few hours have you?" Brian said then jump away laughing as Justin swatted him playfully.
Justin grabbed Brian's wrist and led him towards the roller coaster.
"Come on you big bad man. Lets go for a ride." Justin said.
Brian pulled back. Justin looked up and saw anxiety written on his face.
"Don't tell me you're really afraid of roller coasters?" Justin asked.
Just when he thought he knew everything there was to know about his partner, Brian once again surprised him.
"Um, actually I've never been on one." Brian said.
Justin gave Brian one of his million watt smiles then pulled him down for a kiss.
"Yes you have Brian. We've been on this ride many times before. Don't be afraid. We've survived worse twists and turns than that pile of wood and metal could ever manage. It will be fun, have faith." Justin said then winked at him.
Brian smiled.
"Well faith has gotten us this far. I guess it will get me through one turn on that contraption." Brian said.
Justin and Brian got in the car and pulled the bar down.
"Ready?" Justin asked holding on to Brian's hand.
"Can we fuck when we get to the top?" Brian asked.
"And on the way down." Justin answered.
"But remember. I get to top."
Brian was about to respond when the chain lift started pulling them up. He didn't speak another word until his feet were once again on solid, steady ground.
Later that night, the family gathered around to watch the fire works signaling an end to the day's festivities. It was a grand display to top off an even grander day. Brian never felt more exhilarated, more alive, more full of hope and excitement for their future as he did in that moment.
"Happy?" Justin asked who was sitting next to him on the bleachers he had brought in, his head resting on Brian's shoulder.
"Happy just doesn't seem to cut it Sunshine. I don't think my heart could stand it if I felt any happier." Brian sighed.
"And no, I did not just grow a vagina," he added realizing how lesbianic his words just sounded.
Justin laughed.
"Well I hope your heart can withstand one more surprise," he said.
Brian looked over at him with questioning eyes.
"What more can there be?" He asked. He truly couldn't imagine there being more.
"The kids haven't given you their gift yet." Justin said with a mischievous glint to his eyes.
Brian knew that look.
"What did my darling children get me?" He asked suspiciously.
Justin leaned over and patted Johnny on the shoulder who was sitting on the bench below them.
"Johnny, take Gus and go get your fathers' present."
"Ok Daddy J!" Johnny said then pulled Gus with him as they ran towards the barn that held the petting zoo.
Brian groaned.
"Please tell me the kids didn't get me a rabbit!" Brian asked.
The petting area was filled with rabbits. They were the children's favorite animal.
"Cause you know I'm not going to allow that in our house! It's bad enough the kids are pestering me to get a dog, but a rabbit? They're nothing but big rodents!" Brian declared adamantly.
"Stop queening out. It's not a rabbit! And we are getting a dog. So get use to it. Your gift however, is not suited for the house." Justin said.
"What kind of animal did the kids get me that's not suited for the house?" Brian asked starting to get nervous.
"Why what every little boy wants for his birthday of course." Justin said as he pointed in the direction where Johnny and Gus were approaching them.
Brian eyes turned in the same direction.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said, totally flabbergasted.
The boys walked up to him with the gift in tow. The rest of his children gathered around to present his gift him.
"Happy Birthday Dad!" They yelled out all at once.
Justin got up and took the reins from his sons' hands and handed them to Brian.
"This pony is for the boy in you that never lost faith, well not completely. For Wendy's Peter, for Andy's and Rena's Bean, for my Huck Fin. For a Dad that will forever be young and beautiful. If you should ever forget that boy, or think you've lost him, this pony here will guide you back to him." Justin said as he presented the beautiful white pony to him.
Brian stared into Justin's loving blue eyes and felt tears sting the back of his own eyes. A minute later he was engulfed by his entire family.
Many hugs, kisses and tears were exchanged.
In the end, Brian pulled his own boy to him.
The boy who stood under that lamppost and bravely faced his destiny.
The boy who boldly said "I'm going with him" not knowing where Brian would take him.
The boy who never gave up even in the face of impossible odds.
The boy who loved more passionately than any man could, or any man dared.
The boy who taught the man how to be a boy again.
A boy filled with eternal hope, love, faith and promise.
His boy.
And Brian took his boy home that night and made good on his promise.
He welcomed his boys' body inside of him, giving himself completely over to him as erotic visions of a certain naked blond perched proudly on top of his white pony galloping towards him fueled his boyish imagination.
The End
