CHAPTER 37
After everyone had gone home, Justin and Brian just chilled out at their house. Justin ended up taking a nap, but Brian was to wired, and decided to actually get some work in, and went into his office for a couple of hours. "Hey you got two packages." Justin said later that day, as he brought two medium sized boxes into the kitchen where Brian was working on his MacBook. "What's in there?" Justin asked. Brian shrugged and smiled. Justin tilted his head. He grabbed some scissors out of the drawer and opened the first box. He dug through the popcorn pieces to pull out another box, and Justin's eyes widened. "You got me a new camera?" Justin asked excitedly
"Weren't you just complaining that you needed a new one? Your other one is shitting the bucket." Brian said. Justin ran over and bent down behind Brian to hug him and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you I love it. I can't wait to start using it." Justin said as he sat down and started opening the box to pull out the camera. "I can start using it on Mother's Day. My mom has pictures of me her and Molly from every year." Justin rambled on excitedly. Brian looked over at the other box on the counter.
"You gonna open that one to?" Brian asked. Justin stopped what he was doing and smiled. He jumped up and brought it back to his seat. Brian closed his MacBook and sat back and watched.
"This is the place that makes those custom cake toppers that Emmett found. What did you have them make?" Justin asked as he was ripping the box opened. Brian shrugged again. He got the box opened and started carefully unwrapping what it was. Justin's eyes widened as he stared at what was in his hands. He was speechless
"We don't have to use that cake topper. I know you finally picked one out. So it won't hurt my feelings Sunshine if you just wanna keep this somewhere around in the house. I figure it will look pretty cool in your Rage office upstairs." Brian joked. Justin shook his head.
"I can't believe I didn't think of this first...it's perfect." Justin said, amazed. It was Rage and J.T. And it was just like one of his covers that he drew. The Marriage issue. The cake topper looked just like what he drew on paper. Rage was holding J.T., and he was in a white tux. "It looks just like what I drew." Justin whispered and looked up. "Brian this is the best thing you ever gave me." Justin whispered. Brian huffed.
"And here I thought buying you this big fucking house was the greatest thing I ever gave you." Brian joked. Justin put the cake topper down and stood up, pushing Brian's chair out so he could sit on his lap.
"I love it. I love the cake topper...I love this house." Justin said as he looked around the kitchen, and then back at him. "I wouldn't care where we live though. As long as I always have you. I'll be happy." Justin said as he kissed him. "What about you. Are you happy?" Justin asked as he wrapped his arms around his neck. "This is a big change. You've always said you didn't believe in love. And that you'd never get married. You'd never live a domestic life. And here you are starting to live a very domestic life with me. You're settling down, about to get legally married. Your life has completely changed. And it's about to change even more with us getting married. Are you sure this is still ok?" Justin asked.
"Seriously. What have I done to have you asking me these questions all over again? I thought we were done with all this bull shit." Brian said as he put his hands on Justin's cheeks, and pulled him down a little bit. "Do you know me at all? Since when do I ever fucking do something that I don't want to do?" he asked Justin. "I want to do this. I'm happy with how my life has changed. I never, EVER, thought I would be...but I was wrong. And I'm glad I was wrong. Because this feels right." Brian said. Justin smiled and kissed him again. "I like doing nice things for you. I like making you happy." Brian admitted, making Justin smile. "Because whenever I do something really sweet or romantic you always give me the best fucking blow jobs." Brian said, making Justin laugh loudly and slam his lips against Brian's.
"Brian Kinney. We haven't fucked on the kitchen table yet." Justin said. Brian wiggled his eyebrows and stood up. He picked Justin up and slammed him on the table, kicking the chair over in the process.
After Brian fucked Justin, they laid on the kitchen table, and Justin started chuckling. "You know what I think is funny?" Justin asked. Brian leaned up on his elbow. "Before I even moved into the loft, we practically fucked on every surface we could think of in the loft. By the time I moved in it just got hot. Being able to fuck all day long practically. But here...there are still a million places to have sex on. We still have some bathrooms. And some of the guest bedrooms. We haven't even touched downstairs yet. And outside...We're going to be fucking for years before we even get around to christening the whole house." Justin joked, making Brian snort.
"And my plan for buying you this house finally revealed." Brian said, making Justin laugh.
"Oh so basically you bought me this house just so you could have a million different places to fuck me?" Justin asked. Brian nodded and kissed him. "I have to drive into the Pitts. I have to show Emmett the cake topper." Justin said pulling himself up. "I won't be gone long. I'll make us dinner when I come home." justin said as he started pulling on his clothes.
"I have to go check in on an account. I'll just be a couple of hours." Brian said as he started walking up the stairs, ignoring his clothes.
"I'll see you later tonight then." Justin called out. Brian got dressed, but before he went to Kinnetik, he went across the street to check on Gus. He had gone over a few hours ago, but he was in the bathroom throwing up, so he didn't stay long.
"Hey come on in." Lindsay said as she opened the door. "I just got him down to sleep. I think J.R.'s catching the flu to." Lindsay said.
"Fun for you two." Brian said as he walked into the living room and sat down. Lindsay chuckled and sat on the love seat.
"You ok?" Lindsay asked. He nodded.
"Yeah I'm fine. Thank you for helping us last night." Brian said. She smiled at him.
"Of course. How's she doing?"
"I guess ok. Teresa called about an hour ago to say that she's doing a little bit better since she's been home." Brian said. He shifted around. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. She nodded her head. "It's about Gus." he said. Lindsay just smiled, but stayed quiet. "Well I was...talking with Sunshine. He loves having Gus around. I think he likes having him around more then having me around." Brian joked, running his hand through his hair. "But...he really wanted to have Gus come over more often. Sleep over more. Hang out with us more." Brian said, just looking around.
"Justin does? Or Justin and you?" she asked. He looked at her.
"We both do." he said quietly. She nodded her head.
"You want to take on a more active role in his life?" she asked. He nodded.
"I want a second chance. A real second chance. I don't wanna be just an-"
"Uncredited guest appearance." she finished for him. He nodded his head.
"I should have been a better father to him when he was born...and I know I don't deserve to have a second chance...but every time he's with me...I don't want to let him go. I don't want to just be the dad that he just comes over to hang out with. I want to be there for him." Brian said. She smiled at him, and took a deep breath.
"Me and Mel were figuring you'd come to us eventually. We figured it would be sooner rather then later. We just didn't know if it would be before, or after the wedding." she said, and smiled at him. "You're an amazing father. And Gus is very lucky to have you...all you ever had to do was say the word." Lindsay told him. She went over and sat on the couch next to him. "I've always wanted you to spend more time with him. These past few months have been like a dream for Gus...we couldn't be more happier that you want to be with him more." Lindsay said as she hugged him tightly. "We'll figure out how to do all this stuff. If we make a schedule or not. But you got it Brian."
"Something smells good." Brian said as he walked into the kitchen later that night. Justin was cooking at the stove, and turned and smiled. Brian walked over and kissed him. Justin smiled and went to pull away, but Brian grabbed him and kissed him again. "I'm thinking I just smell you. You taste good enough to eat Sunshine." Brian said. Justin laughed and pulled back, stirring what he had in the pot. Brian watched Justin, almost in slow motion. Justin was happy as he cooked in front of their stove. It made Justin happy cooking in their kitchen, for Brian. He didn't have to do anything, but let it happen, and it made Justin happy.
The more he thought about their relationship in the past, the more he realized how miserable Justin had been. He wanted this. He wanted a domestic life with Brian. But he knew he couldn't have it. And he was always walking on egg shells around Brian. He couldn't say he loved him, fear of getting the shit beaten out of him by Brian. Letting Justin cook dinner for him, made him happy. And it made Brian happy. God he was turning into such a lesbian.
"Emmett loved the cake topper. He was so impressed by it. He cried." Justin said, making Brian snort as he started taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. "I'm not gonna show anyone else. I want them to be surprised when they see it. Oh, and Sawyer called and said he's flying in on Saturday, and he's just going to stay until after the wedding." Justin said.
"Really?" Brian asked. Justin nodded. "Must be nice to own your own business and be able to take as much time off as you want to." Brian said, eyeing Justin and making him laugh.
"I told him he's staying here. Gus is going to love having Sawyer here for so long." Justin said. His dad was going to be staying in his house with them, for more the 20 days. That should be interesting. "And when Sam and Josh fly in, I said they could stay here to. And your grandparents. You think we could fit Derek and Meredith's family here?" Justin asked. Brian huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you want Sunshine." Brian laughed. Justin chuckled and rolled his eyes at Brian's flippant attitude.
"Well I figure we could just stash a couple of kids in Gus' room. He'll want Ali to stay with him, so I'm sure Mel and Linds won't mind have a couple of kids there. We have enough guest rooms." Justin said. Brian chuckled at how excited Justin was being. Justin was making plans to have Sawyer's whole side stay at their house for more then ten days. That should be real interesting. "And I have plans for tomorrow night." Justin said as he turned and smiled. Brian raised an eyebrow. "Babylon." Justin said.
"What about it?" Brian asked.
"We hit Babylon, and we hit it hard. Dancing, drugs, sex in the Backroom. The works. Just, not with other guys." Justin joked. He walked over and sat back in Brian's lap.
"Are you gonna make this a habit? Sitting in my lap all the time like some chick?" Brian asked sarcastically. Justin just rolled his eyes and ignored him.
"We can even stay at the loft. Come on we haven't gone to Babylon in a while. And I know you're just dying to get in there and dance all night." Justin joked. It was true. He did love going to Babylon. It was after all, his baby. "And a fuck or two in the Backroom." Justin said as he wiggled his eyebrows. Brian laughed at him. "Our last hooray before we're hitched." Justin said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Once everyone starts getting here, we're not gonna have much time to do anything. We'll be busy, busy, busy." Justin joked.
"Well then you better let me get into work every day next week so I can make sure I'll be able to attend all your busy little functions." Brian said in a mocking voice, making Justin slap his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed Brian gently, and pulled back. Brian pulled him back down to kiss him again, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue into Justin's mouth, making Justin moan. Brian moved his hand down to Justin's lap, and palmed his cock through his sweat pants, making him grow hard. Justin squirmed in his lap, and Brian stuck his hand down the front of his sweat. Justin pulled back and hissed, and then groaned as soon as Brian gripped his cock.
"God that feels so good." Justin moaned as he spread his legs for Brian, giving him easier access. Brian started pulling on his sweats, and Justin raised his butt up so he could yank them down, only enough so he could see Justin's cock, and have his ass bare in his lap. The tops of his sweats were around his thighs. Justin moaned again as he gripped his cock and started squeezing it, pulling on it. He wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and buried his face in his shoulders.
"You like that Sunshine?" Brian asked, teasing him. He picked his head up, eyes glazed over, breathing heavily and nodding his head. "Does it feel good?" he asked. Justin nodded his head vigorously
"Yesss." Justin whispered. Justin's left hand gripped the edge of the table, while his right hand wrapped around his shoulders, and burying his hand in Brian's hair. His legs were dangling down on the right side of Brian's legs. He smiled at the sight. Justin was putty in his hand. He leaned forward and started kissing Justin's neck. Licking, sucking, biting. The boy's skin tasted too good. Never had Brian been so attracted to every inch of a man's body before.
Sure, he thought guys were hot. Some of them smoking hot. But of course, they were tricks, and there was always something he could find fault with. And some body parts Brian didn't even look at. But not on Justin. Every tiny inch of Justin's body was perfect. Everything on his body aroused him, and he found to be perfect. His blonde hair. No matter how he cut it or styled it, he always found himself running his hands through it. Burying his face in it to smell it.
His skin. From his face to his feet. The most perfect color. A beautiful pale color. And smooth. Oh so very smooth. Only a few scars, or freckles. And he knew where every single one of them were.
Justin's face. Perfection at it's best. The first thing he saw was Justin's face. Of course he thought he was hot. He had to perfect color of blue eyes. They sparkled. And his smile. His sunshiny smile. They were the two best things about Justin's personality. Justin's smile couldn't change anyone's attitude. His lips were full. He loved being able to suck his lips into his own mouth. His teeth were perfectly straight (from the braces he had in middle school) and beautifully white. His tongue was perfection. Whether is was kissing Brian, running his tongue over someplace on his body, sucking on his cock or rimming his ass, it was the most magnificent, talented tongue on the face of this earth. His button nose. He's always called it his cute little buttoned nose. It gave him a sense of innocence, having a cute nose. The rest of his face, he has spent hours and hours kissing, and staring at. His forehead and cheeks were places that he found oddly domesticated in kissing. Just a quick peck to either of his cheeks or forehead, was something Justin always smiled at.
His neck was to die for. He's given that neck hours of attention by kissing, sucking, licking and biting. All around. Even from a distance, and Justin would have his back to him, Brian could tell he was falling hard for him, because he wouldn't just be staring at his ass, he's be staring at the back of Justin's neck. Watching his muscles move, and he would get instantly turned on. He would often squeeze the back of his neck while they were sitting down.
His shoulders. Those boyish shoulders had manned up a bit. He had made them strong. He would hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. He blew Brian away that that could be the main reason his shoulders were so attractive. But again, he had spent hours kissing, and massaging those shoulders. Washing and rubbing them in the shower.
His back. He's spent hours looking at it. Placing kisses all over his back, and massaging it. In bed, when they were taking their time, he'd spent hours lavishing on his back. They never needed to ever go to a massage therapist, because they rubbed all the stress away. And came a few times in the process. Watching the muscles in Justin's back move while they had sex, was another huge turn on.
His chest, stomach and hips. Again, he had watched Justin transform from a boy, to a man. He had said to him and Ted at the gym one day, (while they were making fun of Ted) that he had the perfect twink physic. And he really did. He didn't have pecks of steal and a defined six pack. He used to think that was what perfection was. But no. It was Justin's body that turned him on. Just the perfect amount of hair on him. His nipples were the perfect size,and he loved the noises he would make when Brian was biting them. He loved grabbing onto his hips. There wasn't a lot there, but just enough to grab onto and squeeze. And his belly button. It was one of those places that was totally hot for Justin. His belly button and lower stomach were a huge erogenous zone for him. It made him quiver and Brian loved it.
His arms and hands. The way they felt when he hugged him. Whether it was around neck, or around his waist, his arms felt amazing around him. His upper arms had gained muscle, and he was stronger. He often squeezed his upper arms when they were having sex. From behind or in front. But he could feel the muscles flex under his hand, and it was the hottest feeling. Something he couldn't understand why. His hands were talented. Not just regarding sex. Although what he did with his hands when they were on his cock was pure heaven. And of course when he'd finger him. And whenever he'd just touch him with those hands of his, he'd melt. But they were talented, because he could make anything with those hands. His art was truly exquisite. It was beautiful. They could do anything. The only flaw was that his right hand would cramp up on him. But Brian would spend hours rubbing, massaging and digging into this hand, just so he could still bring perfection to the world.
His ass. Oh let Brian count the ways of how much he loved Justin's ass. It was the perfect of any guy. He's always liked bubble butts. But the guys he saw with them...the body didn't match the butt. But oh God, did the bubble butt match Justin. His bubble butt, matched his bubbly personalty, his cute little button nose, his sparkly blue eyes, and his sunshiny smile. He loved being able to squeeze it and slap it. He loved the way it looked in anything Justin wore. And anything regarding sex...the way he could grab it an squeeze it when Justin was riding him, or Brian was fucking him face to face, the way he'd slap it when he was fucking him from behind, the way it tasted, the way it felt when he slid his own cock inside...it was the tightest ass he'd ever been in. And he was the only one that could go for hours and hours of Brian fucking him. He'd never be to sore for more. He could go everyday and still ask for more.
And let's not forget his cock. He'd seen it when it was only 7 inches, and now it was a little over 9 inches. The length, and the thickness of it was just too perfect for Brian. Everything about his cock aroused Brian. From the look of it, to the fact that it was hard all the damn time. How he could make it cum over and over again. How it felt in his hand, in his mouth, and on a few occasions, his ass.
Hid legs and feet. His thighs were amazing. The strong grip he'd have on Brian when he wrapped his legs wrapped around Brian's waist. He loved running his hands up and down his thighs. He loved how it could give Justin comfort. His legs were just the perfect length to wrap around his waist. And he loved when he'd raise Justin's legs and rest them on his shoulders. His calves sitting on his shoulders. And his feet. He always loved knowing that his toes would curl EVERY time he came. He loved laying Justin down, and picking his legs up, and pull his socks off. He'd run his foot up and down Brian's chest. The first time he did it, he spent an hour licking said foot, and each individual toe, and causing Justin to combust just from that. He's feet were smooth, with no calluses.
He was the beauty of perfection. Not a damn thing wrong with him. He shook his head from the total lesbionic thoughts. He just went from his hair, to the bottom of his feet in his head, why Justin was perfect. He was sure Justin would love to hear that. He brought his hands down to take a moment to give his balls some attention. He never understood how some guys didn't like to have their balls played with. But Justin loved it. He applied the right amount of pressure, and then he took his hand away from Justin's cock, and slowly ran it under his shirt, and up to his nipple, pinching it. "God Brian." Justin moaned. Brian chuckled and brought it out from his shirt, and ran his fingers over Justin's lips. His eyes were filled with lust. He could do anything to Justin right now.
He stuck his middle finger into his mouth, and Justin sucked on it. He pushed it in and out, making Justin hotter. "Get it really wet." Brian told him. He sucked harder on his finger, and Brian popped it out, bringing it back down. He put his hand under his cock and balls, and rubbed lightly on Justin's hole, getting it a little wet.
"Fuck Brian." Justin hissed, not expecting it. He slid down in his lap just a bit so Brian had better access to his hole. His right arm gripping Brian's shoulder tightly. Brian had wrapped his left arm more securely around Justin, squeezing his hip.
"You like how that feels?" Brian asked as he kept lightly brushing over Justin's hole.
"God yes. Please fuck me." Justin hissed. Brian chuckled and applied more pressure, making Justin groan, and try to push down on Brian's finger.
"Wow. Someone is horny. You really want it don't you?" Brian asked.
"Yesss." Justin said. Brian kept his finger down and pushed on it.
"Yes what?"
"Yes I fucking want it Brian." Justin ground out. Brian smiled and pushed his finger all the way in, making Justin hiss from the pain.
"It hurts. Does it always hurt?" Justin asked. Brian nodded his head.
"A little bit. But that's apart of it." Brian told him.
Brian smiled at the memory. It was a good kind of pain. Brian pulled his finger back out and pushed it inside. He instantly found his sweet spot, and rubbed it. Justin moaned and squirmed in Brian's lap. He wanted to make Justin feel good. He didn't let himself go slow, rub it nice and gentle. He was going to finger fuck this boy in his lap. He jerked his hand to make it rough. "Oh fuck Brian." Justin groaned.
"Oh you like it rough don't you? Dirty boy. You like having a finger shoved up your ass don't you." Brian said.
"Fuck yes I love it." Justin practically yelled. Justin went to reach down and grab his cock, but the hand that was holding Justin's hip, grabbed Justin's wrist. His eyes flew opened and stared at Brian. Pleading with him for release
"Oh no Sunshine. I want you to cum just like this. Just from one finger in your ass. I don't want you touching your cock at all." Brian said. Justin moaned, almost whimpered as Brian squeezed his wrist, and brought it up to Justin's chest to hold it in place.
"Please Brian." Justin pleaded, making Brian chuckle and shake his head.
"I already told you Sunshine. I want you cumming just like this." Brian told him. He finger fucked him harder, making Justin crazy. He leaned forward to kiss him hard on the lips. Justin moaned into his mouth, and he let his wrist go. Justin ran it into Brian's hair, holding his head to his own. He put his own hand back on his hip to hold him in place. After a moment, Justin pulled back, breathing heavy.
"Please Brian. Touch me. I need you to touch me." Justin begged, his eyes clouded over. Brian smiled and yanked his finger out. He made Justin stand up so he could stand, and he picked him up to plop him on the edge of the table. He pushed him back to lay down, and he pulled his sweats down and off his legs. He picked his legs up and placed them on the edge of the table. He wrapped his arms under his legs, his hands on the top of this thighs and pulled him closer.
"This what you want Sunshine?" Brian asked as he leaned down, and rammed his finger back inside him, hitting his sweet spot. Justin groaned and went to grab his dick again, but Brian slapped it. Justin looked at him, and Brian smiled mercilessly. He reached up and grabbed Justin's dick and squeezed it, and started jerking it. "Oh this is what you wanted huh." Brian said. Justin threw his arm over his eyes. "Let me see your face when you cum." Brian told him. He threw his arm away and gripped the edge of the table. "You have no idea how hot you look right now Sunshine." brian told him. He could tell he was close. His toes were curling. "Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes as I make you cum." Brian told him. He moaned and opened his eyes.
"Brian I'm..." he trailed off and Brian gripped his cock hard, and rammed his finger in. Justin came and spurted his cum all over his own t-shirt, and on the front of Brian's dress shirt. Brian always couldn't ever understand how someone could cum so much. He always came buckets full. He milked every last drop from Justin's cock, and then stopped, smiling down at him. He laid on the edge of the table, his legs just dangling there, breathing heavy.
Brian was hot. And so incredibly hard. He ripped off his own shirt, and pulled Justin into s sitting position. He pulled the shirt up over his head and threw it behind him. "Think you can go again right now?" Brian asked. Justin just smiled and nodded his head.
"Fuck yes I can." he said, smiling. Brian smiled back at him, and took Justin's hand, and placed it down on his own dick.
"I want you." Brian said, leaning close to him.
"Take me then." Justin whispered. Brian let go of his hands, and leisurely wrapped Justin's legs around his own waist. Then picked his arms up and wrapped them around his shoulders.
"Then hold on Sunshine." Brian said, and squeezed him tight to him, and lifted him into his arms. He buried his hands in Brian's hair, and shoved his tongue in Brian's mouth. He maneuvered his way out of the kitchen. Banging Justin right into the wall in the process. He made it all the way to the stairs, and was just about to put his foot on the first step, when the doorbell rang. They stopped and stared at each other, and then over to the door.
"Who is it?" Justin whispered.
"How the fuck should I know? You didn't give Brian Kinney X-Ray vision, only Rage." Brian grouched out. Justin rolled his eyes and smacked his shoulder.
"Rage doesn't have X-Ray vision asshole." Justin said.
"Who the fuck cares. Just be quiet and they'll go away." Brian said as the doorbell rang again.
"What if it's important?" Justin asked. Brian looked down and then back up and Justin.
"More then this? I'm fucking horny as hell and want to cum inside your ass this very second, and whoever is at that door is fucking interrupting that." Brian said. Before Justin could answer, whoever was behind the door was knocking.
"Just put me down and let me go put my sweats back on." Justin said. Brian let him slip to the floor, and Brian watched as he ran down the hall naked. Brian smiled as he watched him leave. But then glared as the doorbell rang for a third time. He slowly looked at the door, and wished he had X-Ray vision. He adjusted his dick in his pants, and went over to the door to rip it open.
"You better have a fucking good reason for coming over right when I was about to fuck-" Brian stopped as he looked at the person on the other side. Jayden was standing there, bleeding. "What the fuck happened?" Brian demanded. Justin came running back in and stopped when he got to the door.
"Oh my God are you ok?" Justin asked as he stepped out and helped Jayden in. He was holding his hand over his eyes, and blood was coming from...Brian was entirely sure where the blood was from. Justin was walking him into the kitchen, while Brian went into the bathroom to get towels, and reached under the sink to get a First Aid kit. When we went back into the kitchen, Justin was just helping him sit down. "Where the hell are you bleeding from? What happened to you? How did you even drive over here?" Justin asked. He handed Justin some wet towels, and sat down to try and help clean his face up.
"I'm not sure." Jayden hissed.
"What happened to you?" Justin asked again. He didn't answer, and Brian stopped.
"Are you fucking kidding?" Brian asked. Justin stopped and looked at him, and Jayden opened his good eye to look at him, guilty. "You went to fucking Hobbs." Brian said. Justin's eyes widened and he looked back at Jayden. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "After I fucking told you to leave him alone, you went over there. And you got the shit kicked out of you." Brian said as he grazed the cut on his forehead and made him hiss. "He was a fucking football player. He knows how to beat guys asses. What the hell were you thinking going over there alone?" Brian demanded.
"He knocked my little sister up. She's laying in her room at my parents house, curled up into a ball. She thinks she's a baby murder. I couldn't just let him get away with it." Jayden told him. Brian looked over at Justin. He was doing a much better job at cleaning the right side of Jayden's face then what Brian was doing with the left.
"So you go over there and start more trouble." Brian grounded out. He looked over at Justin angrily.
"I can't see where all this blood is coming from. Your eye looks pretty bad. I'm sure I could run over to Lindsay and Mel's...they were gonna make some steaks for dinner. I'm sure I could steal on to put on your eye." Justin said as he grabbed his phone and texted the girls. Brian huffed.
"Forget about the fucking black eye. Do you have any idea what this is going to do to him?" Brian demanded. Jayden just stared at him. "He's hit Justin with a bat before. What the hell do you think he's going to do to you and Addison since he knows that she aborted his baby." Brian said. Jayden shook his head.
"I never told him she was pregnant." Jayden said defensively.
"So then what, you just go in and start beating the shit out of him for no reason?" Brian demanded.
"He knows all the reasons. He's lucky none of us have come after him before." Jayden said. Justin grabbed his face and turned it towards him and started cleaning the left side up.
"You don't go to a fucking insane person and start beating the shit out of them. He's crazy. Who knows what he's going to do." Brian told him.
"You punched him. Right at our grandparents house. You ran over and beat the shit out of him." Jayden said, trying to turn his head, but Justin held tight.
"Hold still." Justin told him.
"He can't hurt me. He's afraid of me. He's only going to come after people who he thinks are weaker then him." Brian said, casting a glance at Justin. Hurt written all over his face. "I didn't mean it like that." Brian told him. Justin looked down, then back at Jayden's face.
"I can't figure out where all the blood is coming from." Justin said as he looked down and picked up his hands to clean them off, and then back up. "You don't have any cuts big enough for you to have so much blood on your face." Justin said. He looked over at Brian, and then back to Jayden. "Is this all his blood?" Justin asked. Jayden just sat there.
"How the hell did you get one over on him?" Brian asked. Jayden looked over and smiled.
"Nico and Luca were both wrestling champs. You don't think they ever let me go through life without knowing how to defend myself do you?" he asked. Justin and Brian looked at each other, surprised. "I know I'm shorter. And not as strong as them. But I played it smart...and came at him from behind. It surprised him and caught him off guard that I already got in a few great punches before he hit my in the eye. I got the scratch from hitting the wall when he punched me. But I just kicked his balls in, and after that, he never got back up." Jayden said. Justin and Brian's eyes widened, impressed, and stunned. Justin gulped.
"Is he even still alive?" Justin asked. Jayden huffed.
"Unfortunately." Jayden said. They heard the front door open. A moment later, Mel came in with Gus running past her, and Lindsay holding J.R.
"Hi daddy." Gus said as he hugged Justin, and then Brian. He looked at Jayden. "What happened to Jayden?" Gus asked, staring at him. Lindsay took his chin to see his face and hissed.
"Sweetie that looks bad." Melanie said as she was taking the steak out.
"You should see the other guy." Jayden said proudly. Lindsay eyed Brian.
"Did you fall?" Gus asked.
"He sure did Sonny Boy. Fell right on his face. Total moron." Brian grumbled. Justin got up from the table and started rinsing out the towels they used. Lindsay helped Jayden put the steak on his eye, while Brian made a quick phone call. He followed Justin into the laundry room and leaned against the doorway. "So how about I kick them all out so I can bring you upstairs and pound your hot little ass into the mattress?" Brian asked. Justin shrugged.
"I'm not really in the mood anymore." Justin said. Brian narrowed his eyes at him.
"Why not?" Brian asked. Justin didn't look at him as he poured in some laundry detergent and shut the door, and hitting the buttons. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." Justin said and walked past him. They cleaned off the rest of the blood on Jayden's face and went into the living room. Brian kept looking out the window, and when he saw headlights he smiled, and turned around.
"Oh little cousin. I have a surprise for you." Brian said, smiling.
"Who's here?" Lindsay asked.
"Oh my God. Don't tell me you called my mother? She's going to kill me." Jayden said as his face paled. Brian just continued to smile.
"You see, before you obnoxiously knocked on my door, I was taking Sunshine upstairs to have some incredibly hot sex, and you interrupted that." Brian said. Lindsay had covered Gus' ears so he hadn't herd what he said. "Now. I really do love that you feel comfortable enough to come to me for help. But payback. Is definitely a nasty bitch." he said, and smiled. The door opened and shut, and in walked Teresa. Jayden's eyes widened.
"You got to be fucking kidding me." Teresa said.
"You called Teresa?" Mel asked.
"GRANDMA!" Gus yelled and went running over to her to hug her.
"Hi sweetie. How are you feeling?" Teresa asked him.
"Great." he answered.
"Must have just been a 24 hour bug. Gussy say goodnight to grandma. We gotta get back home." Lindsay said. They said their goodbyes, leaving Teresa just standing there, glaring at Jayden.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Teresa asked as she stomped over and smacked Jayden in the head. "I never thought that you would be the idiot that I'd have to hit up side the head. What the hell were you thinking going over there and attacking him? All of you were told to stay away from him." Teresa told him.
"Yeah because he'd kick all of your asses." Justin grumbled.
"What?" Brian asked. Justin just shrugged his shoulders.
"I expect this from Nico and Luca. But you? Of all the kids to do stupid things, you were never one of them." Teresa said.
"He must be the weakest link then." Justin said. All three of them looked over at him. Teresa shook her head.
"I never said he was weak. He's the smart one." Teresa said. Justin nodded his head.
"I guess being smart must mean your not strong." Justin said to Jayden. He patted his leg and stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed. Just not strong enough to stay awake any longer." Justin said, turning around and leaving. Teresa looked over at Brian.
"What's the matter with him?" she asked.
"I have no fucking idea." Brian said.
"You called him weak." Jayden said. Brian whipped his head around to look at him.
"No I didn't."
"Um, yeah ya did. You said Hobbs only goes after people weaker then him. You basically called him weak, and that's why he went after Justin the way he did." Jayden explained. Brian just sat there. That's what Justin was angry about? Brian shook his head, leaning back against the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Great. That's just fucking lovely." Brian spat out. How had this night gone from good, like making Justin cum on their kitchen table, to so bad. He knew it was bad. Justin thinking that Brian thought he was weak, when it came to Chris Hobbs...this was only about to get worse. Way worse. "That wasn't what I meant." Brian breathed out.
"I'm sure he'll understand once you explain it to him." Teresa said. Brian took his hand away from his face and chuckled sarcastically.
"You don't him very well. He is...pissed beyond belief right now." Brian said as he rubbed his face.
"Come on Jayden follow me home. Your grandparents would like a word with you." Teresa said. Brian heard Jayden gulp.
"You're not gonna call my mom and dad are you? Can't this just be our little secret?" Jayden asked. Teresa just glared at him. Jayden let out a deep breath and stood up.
"Thanks for coming over." Brian smiled and said sarcastically. Teresa leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"Just...apologize to him. Justin loves you. Just explain to him what you meant." Teresa said and smiled. She turned and pushed on Jayden. "Come on idiot." Teresa said and left. Brian took a deep breath and walked up the stairs. He never thought Justin was weak. He knew that that was how Chris Hobbs looked at him. That's why he went after him in the first place. He got up to the second level of their house, and walked down the hall to their room. Their bedroom door was opened, and he peaked in. Justin wasn't in there because all the lights were off, and he could see just enough from the moon shining in, that he wasn't in there. He looked down the hall and opened Gus' room. He wasn't there either. He walked down the hall, looking in each of the rooms, until he reached the last one, and it was locked. He knocked gently on the door.
"Justin." Brian called. Justin didn't answer him, so he knocked again. "Justin come on let me in." he said. Still no answer. "Justin I didn't mean it like it sounded. I swear." he said. But he still got nothing. He let his head hit the door. "Just open the door so I can talk to you." he said. Justin wasn't going to make this easy. "I'm sorry Justin." he said. He turned around and leaned against the wall and slid down it. "I don't think you're weak. Can't you just let me explain what I meant?" he asked. Justin wasn't going to budge. He let out a deep breath and leaned his head against the wall. He stayed there for over two hours trying to get Justin to answer the door. To answer him. But he got nothing. He finally went to bed.
It was weird sleeping in the bed without Justin. Ever since Justin came home from New York, they had only spent one night away from each other, when he had to go to Chicago. But this was what it was like those times that Justin left him. Sleeping in the bed by himself felt awful. Just from when he would sleep over when he was in High School, he became used to it. He craved it, even though he'd never admit it. That's why it was easy when he moved in, to share his bed.
He fell in and out of sleep, and woke up the next morning around 9:00. He wouldn't be able to keep sleeping, so he walked down the hall, and took a deep breath. He went to turn the knob, and it was unlocked. He opened it and walked into the guest bedroom. Justin had made the bed, but he wasn't in the room. He looked all around the second floor, and went upstairs to the attic. Then all the way downstairs. He wasn't around. He checked the garage, and his SUV was still there. He had no idea where he was. He looked downstairs, and outside and in his studio. He called Justin's cell and it went straight to voicemail.
"Will you just call me back?" Brian said, and hung up. He called him again a few more times, but received no answer. So he walked across the street. He couldn't have gone far. His car was still here. Melanie was the only one home, and she said she hadn't seen him. He called Daphne next, who said she hadn't heard from him. Around 1:00 he was starting to freak out. He called Justin again, and this time it rang. It only rang twice before it went to voicemail. So Justin was alive, because he had hit his phone to decline his call.
"Will you at least fucking tell me that your all right? Where the fuck are you?" Brian demanded, and hung up again. But Justin didn't reply. He called a few more times, and each time, Justin sent his call to voicemail. But he didn't leave another message. He wasn't going to grovel. Justin never let him explain. How could he argue with someone, who wouldn't even let him explain?
Justin didn't come home that day, and Brian waited downstairs until 4:00 in the morning. He finally went upstairs to go to sleep. He wasn't going to be coming home. He had no idea how to handle this. Justin always argued with him. Justin never ran off without a word. This wasn't like him. He putzed around the house the next day. Still just waiting for Justin to come home. It wasn't until later that night that there was knock on the door, and the doorbell rang. Could Justin have forgotten his key? He threw open the door, and stared at his mother and father on his doorstep. Just stared at them. Their smiles fell.
"What's that look for?" Teresa asked.
"Did you forget I was coming in?" Sawyer asked. Brian shook his head.
"Yeah I did...it's Saturday already?" Brian asked. Sawyer chuckled and Teresa pushed one of his suitcases in.
"Grab that it's fucking heavy." Teresa ground out, making Brian pull it aside for them to come in with another two suitcases. "Where's Justin?" Teresa asked. Brian gulped.
"I'm not sure." Brian said. They both looked at him. "He's out...I don't um...he'll be back later." Brian said, and smiled.
"Don't you two have like a GPS on each other? You always know where the other one is." Sawyer joked as they walked into the house. Brian smiled.
"Yeah guess it's not on." Brian said, running his hand through his hair.
"Did you work things out the other night?" Teresa asked.
"Yeah things are fine. Do you want something to drink?" Brian asked uncomfortably, looking in the fridge.
"I'm starving actually. What do ya got to eat?" Sawyer asked.
"I have no fucking idea. You look. Help yourself" Brian said, waving his hand at the fridge and sat down at the island in the kitchen. Teresa crossed her arms and stared at him. "What?" Brian snapped.
"You two aren't ok are you?" Teresa asked. Brian didn't say anything. "Where is he?" she asked.
"No idea." Brian answered as he went and got a beer out of the fridge.
"Have you tried calling him?" Teresa asked. Brian gave her his 'duh' look.
"Wait what happened?" Sawyer asked. Teresa took a deep breath.
"Addy found out that she was pregnant and came to Brian and Justin for help." Teresa said. Sawyer's eyes widened.
"That piece of shit got her pregnant?" Sawyer demanded. She held up her hand.
"Don't start getting all crazy on me. I can only handle so much testosterone." Teresa said. Brian chuckled, rolling his eyes and sat back down. Teresa and Sawyer followed. "They took her to a clinic and got it taken care of." Teresa said. Sawyer's eyes widened "They ended up calling me later on because...she was too emotional. And the next day I called her parents. And all her brothers and sisters came over. Anthony and Rebecca took her home." Teresa said. Brian could easily tell that she was trying not to tell the story the way she wanted, because it made her to emotional. She just made it short and sweet.
"How's she doing?" Sawyer asked. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Not great. She's just been laying down in her room."
"Poor kid. I could kill that little fucker." Sawyer said. Teresa snorted.
"Yeah. Stand in line, because Jayden already went after him." Teresa said, sipping her beer. Sawyer's eyes widened.
"Jayden? Little quiet Jayden?" Sawyer asked. Teresa nodded.
"Kicked the shit out of him. He gave Jayden a black eye, and he came over here. And as the boys were cleaning him up, something Brian said in his ranting, set Justin off." Teresa said. Sawyer looked at Brian.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"I don't even fucking know." Brian said.
"Jayden told me that Brian was bitching at him. Telling him that Chris Hobbs is crazy and insane. He went after Justin with a baseball bat. There's no telling what he'll do. Jayden tried to say, that Brian punched him already. So Brian defended himself saying that he's afraid of Brian. So Brian made a comment about him only going after people that Chris thinks are weak. And Justin...he got upset. What did he say when you tried to explain?" Teresa asked.
"He never gave me a chance. I haven't seen him since he walked up the fucking stairs that night. He slept in one of the guest rooms and was gone by the next morning. I never even heard him leave." Brian said. Teresa put her hand on Brian's.
"I'm sure he just needs to let off some steam." she said. He took his hand away and rubbed his face again. Brian didn't know why, but he was talking to these two people, about his problems. He never shared personal stuff like this. He felt comfortable with them. They were his parents, so he should feel comfortable right? Sawyer let out a chuckle and they both looked at him. He was looking at his phone.
"I just looked at my text messages. He must have called Sammy. She sent me a text asking that when I get to Brian's, to let her know if Justin was here." Sawyer said and looked at him. "She's gotta know something. Why else would she ask that?" Sawyer asked.
"Well I'm sure that he'll come walking in through the door any minute." Teresa said. As if on cue, the sliding glass door opened in the kitchen. Justin startled when he saw them all staring at him, and sort of laughed.
"What are you guys all doing here?" Justin asked. He was drunk. Brian rubbed his eyes.
"Are you ok?" Teresa asked. He smiled and came in and slid the door shut. "Where were you?" she asked.
"I was trying to get in my studio. But it's locked. I don't keep a key hidden outside. That's just a robbery waiting to happen. So I came in here to find the key. But I don't fucking remember where I left the key." he laughed and scratched his face.
"Let me make you some coffee. Sober you up a little bit." Sawyer said standing up, but Justin held his hand up.
"I don't want any coffee. But I would like another drink." Justin said as he walked over to the fridge and yanked out a beer. He looked in the drawer and moved stuff all around. "Where's the fucking bottle opener?" he asked out loud
"It's on the counter honey." Teresa said. He looked over and grabbed the bottle opener, trying to open his bottle. It took a minute, but he finally got it open, and took a nice long swig. "How about I make you something to eat sweetie." Teresa said as she walked over to him. He shook his head.
"All I want is this beer. And then when I'm done, I'll make another drink." Justin said as he took another drink. "What are you doing here?" he asked them. They both looked at each other.
"I flew in a little while ago. Mother's Day is tomorrow." Sawyer said, eyeing Brian. Justin just stood there.
"Remember. You wanted to have a brunch here for us. You're first holiday at your new house." Teresa said, pushing hair out of Justin's eyes. Justin snorted.
"Great. Now I have to get up, make food, and pretend that I'm not mad at Brian, because that would make it awkward and make my mother feel bad. I have to pretend that he doesn't think I'm some weak little faggot who can't take care of himself." Justin laughed and then drank the rest of his beer. He threw the bottle into the sink, letting it break. Teresa jumped from the noise, and he turned and grabbed another beer. Taking a minute to get it open, and drank some more. He slammed it down and chuckled. "I'm just some sissy little faggot who can't even defend himself. That's why Chris Hobbs hit me with a bat." Justin said. The other three just looked at each other.
"Honey why don't you let me make you something to eat. I'm sure you'e hungry. And you know, I got all my cooking skills from my mother. What do you want?" she asked.
"What do I want? Well what I want if for that asshole sitting over there to not see me as weak." Justin said, and then laughed. "But that's never going to happen. That's why he never visited me in the hospital. And that's why he never went after me every time I left. Because I'm a weak little girl who can't defend himself." Justin said, and then started laughing again. "My dad was right. I should have just died on my prom night. Then none of this would be happening right now." Justin said. Teresa gasped. Brian had heard enough and stood up, walking over to him, and grabbing the beer.
"I think you've had enough." Brian said, attempting to pull it away, but Justin yanked his hand back.
"You can't tell me what to do. This is my beer. This is my fucking house. And you can't fucking tell me what to do. Just go back to fucking loft. Go find some guy at Babylon and fuck his twinky little brains out. It's what you really want. You don't want this." Justin said, holding his arm out. "You don't want to only have sex with me. You want to go fuck every hot guy you see. So go. I'm letting you go." Justin said to him. Brian just stood there. "We're not getting married. Not in two weeks, not ever. You don't want me. I'm a weak little faggot that you have to take care of. You don't want that. So get the fuck out." Justin said. Brian and him just stood there, and then Justin's eyes filled up with tears, and slid down his face. Brian knew not to take anything he said to heart. It was the booze talking. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was all of Justin's insecurities talking.
They never went away. He knew, that Justin was waiting for Brian to leave. That Brian would just up and say one day, I don't want monogamy. It always bubbled under the surface. "I'm giving you an out. So what are you waiting for. Just go. Get out of here." Justin said as he pushed Brian. Teresa grabbed the beer from him and dumped it into the sink. Justin didn't notice, and he used two hands to push at him.
"Justin come on. Don't do this." Teresa said as she tried to pull him back. Justin started crying.
"He doesn't want me. He doesn't want marriage. I've been fooling myself." Justin cried. Sawyer stood up and pushed him back a little bit.
"Justin calm down. You know none of that is true. Let's make you something to eat. It will soak up some of that alcohol and you'll feel better." Sawyer said.
"He's right honey please." Teresa said. But Justin shook his head.
"I don't want anything. I want to be able to go back in time and never have met you. Go back to being the Stud of Liberty Ave. I'm giving you an out. I don't want to marry you. I don't ever want to be with you...Will you just stop fucking staring at me and TAKE IT!" Justin yelled and pushed hard on him again. Brian shook his head and grabbed Justin's hands before they pushed him again. "Go on." Justin said. Brian leaned down and picked up Justin and threw him over his shoulder. "LET ME DOWN!" Justin yelled as he started hitting Brian.
"We'll see you both tomorrow. You're still welcome to stay. But I understand if you wanna go." Brian told his dad. He turned around and walked up the stairs and into their bedroom. Justin yelled and punched him the whole way up. Brian brought him into their bathroom. He turned the shower heads on, and threw him, pushing him to sit down. Justin screamed and covered his face from the icey cold water. "Sober up Justin." Brian told him. Justin stared at him for a moment, but then covered his face again.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Justin demanded.
"Because for some fucking reason you made me love you, and I'm not gonna let you talk about how you wish you were dead. So sober the fuck up. And get yourself out of that damn shower." Brian said as he shut the door and went into their bedroom. He rummaged through the drawers pulling out something for Justin to wear, and grabbed one of the extra towels they kept in the closet. He just sat on the bed, waiting for Justin. After a few minutes, he heard the water turn off, and heard him squish his way out of the shower. He watched him wobble out. The cold water definitely did something. It looked like he may have been thinking more clearly, but now he was letting the alcohol effect his ability to walk. He got up, and Brian caught him before he fell. "Come on let's get you dry." Brian said. He walked him back into the bathroom and helped him out of his wet clothes and shoes. He stood there naked, and leaned on the sink, with his head on the counter to help steady him.
"Why did I drink so much?" Justin asked himself.
"I don't know Sunshine. Come on." Brian said, and grabbed him and helped him dry off, and then helped him out of the bathroom and over to their bed. He sat him down, and helped him on with his underwear. He was gonna put him in sweats, but figured it wasn't even worth it. He was leaning on the floor, when he looked up, and saw the devastated look in Justin's eyes. "I don't get why you never let me explain what happened. You never let me explain what I meant. I don't get it." Brian whispered to him.
"I am weak." Justin said, and looked down. "I'm not strong at all. I'm nothing but a week little faggot." Justin said. Brian shook his head. There was no reasoning with Justin while he was like this. He was drunk. Nothing coherent was going on in his head. He stood up, and got on the bed, pulling Justin with him.
"Come on lay down Justin." he told him, as they got under the covers. He held Justin tightly to him.
"I don't want you to go." Justin whispered.
"I'm not going anywhere. Even if you are a fucking drama princess." Brian said.