Learning to Love (6/?)
By Carol M.
See first part for details
*Note* I'm not sure if Gus talks or not cuz I haven't seen every ep of the second season. If he does, I apologize cuz he doesn't talk yet in this story. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
As Lindsay strode into Brian's room with Gus tucked securely in her arms, she found Pittsburgh's biggest stud sitting up in bed with a tray of food set out in front of him. He was holding a forkful of what looked like egg up in the air, his brow creased in disgust and confusion. "What the fuck is this?" he whispered under his breath.
"Scrambled eggs?" offered Lindsay.
Brian glanced up at Lindsay and shook his head. "If this is scrambled eggs, then I really don't want to know what the hell this thing is," he said, pointing to a rolled up piece of meat with green sauce smeared across it. "Christ, I'm gonna need a hospital from the hospital with shit like this." He flung the egg back on the tray and crinkled his face in repulsion.
"Lack of steak and fine wine getting to you already, huh?" asked Lindsay in amusement as she sat down on Brian's bed.
"Well, the food sucks, but the service can't be beaten," said Brian as he eyed a handsome doctor passing by his door.
Lindsay laughed and took Gus off her lap, setting him next to Brian. "Say hello to your daddy, sweetie."
Brian reached his arm out and took Gus's tiny hand in his own. "How's my Sonny boy? Mommy bring you here to warn against the dangers of driving under the influence?"
"Actually, he was missing his daddy's touch," said Lindsay.
"Was he now?" said Brian in a smart tone.
Gus smiled and stepped to Brian, wrapping his arms around his daddy's chest. Brian winced for a second and then brought his hand around to Gus's back, placing a soft peck on the top of his head.
"Gus, you're hurting your daddy," said Lindsay.
"It's okay, he's practically a waif anyway," said Brian as he lay back down against the pillows, bringing Gus with him. "Obviously the food you serve at your house isn't much better than this shit," he said as he reached for a small container of orange juice. He peeled open the top of the container with his teeth and then took a large gulp that he promptly spit out in the nearest bedpan. "Fuck, that tasted like piss."
"You outta know," said Lindsay.
Brian gave her a fake smile and then looked down at Gus. "Mommy's being a bitch today."
Gus laughed. "Grhmph."
"Holy shit, is he talking?" asked Brian in amazement.
"Not yet, but any day now," said Lindsay as she leaned down and mushed on Gus. "Isn't that right honey?"
"Well as long as his first words aren't straight or Republican, I'll be a happy homosexual," said Brian.
Lindsay nodded and then lay back on the bed next to Brian, cuddling Gus in between their two bodies. She brought her hand up to Brian's face and starting running her fingers through his hair. "How are you doing?"
Brian shrugged. "I could use a couple dozen oxycotins, but other than that I'm just peachy."
"Really?" said Lindsay.
Brian shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Cause you miss Justin," said Lindsay matter of factly. "It's not too late to get him back you know."
"He's not a fucking puppy dog, Lindsay. Besides, he made his choice. He's with what's his name now," said Brian, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
"And where does that leave you?" said Lindsay, running a finger down Brian's cheek. "No matter how much you try and hide it, I know you're heartbroken. The life's just gone from your eyes."
"That's the bad lighting. Everyone looks like death warmed over in a hospital," said Brian.
Lindsay was about to respond when an older women stepped into the room, carrying a big basket of roses and carnations. "Excuse me, is there a Brian Kenny in this room?"
"Kinney," corrected Lindsay as she got off the bed and took the basket from the woman.
"Oh sorry," said the woman with a pleasant smile.
"It's okay," said Lindsay as she sat back down on Brian's bed.
"You have a beautiful family," said the woman shyly.
"We like to think so," said Brian as he kissed Lindsay's cheek. "Thanks for the flowers, ma'am."
The woman waved and then left the room.
"And I wonder who this extravagant bouquet of pity is from," said Brian as he reached for the card in the basket. He began reading it, a troubled and hurt look spreading over his face.
"Brian," said Lindsay when she noticed his change in demeanor. "Brian, who are the flowers from?"
Brian snapped out of the momentary stupor and let out a harsh cackle. "Mommy dearest."
"What's the card say?" asked Lindsay as she tried to grab it out of his hand.
"Uh, uh, uh, allow me," said Brian. He cleared his throat dramatically and began to read. "Dear Brian, I was so sorry to hear about your accident. I was very worried, honey and I was relieved when I found out you were going to be okay. I know we've had our differences the last couple of months, but that doesn't mean that I still don't care about you. Get well soon, Brian. Take care, Joan."
Lindsay sighed in anger. "She couldn't even sign it mom? That bitch."
"That's Joan Kinney for you ladies and gentleman," said Brian as he crinkled up the card and threw it in the trash. "I haven't read that many lies since that article in 'The Times' about Tom Cruise being straight." He picked up the basket of flowers and threw them in the trash as well. "She can keep her fucking flowers. I don't want any part of them… or her."
Lindsay frowned and gave Brian's arm a pat of comfort. "I'm sorry, Brian."
"What for?" asked Brian.
"For your mom not being here when you need her. I know it must be hard," said Lindsay.
Brian shrugged. "It's all a bunch of bullshit anyway. She didn't give a fuck about me when I was a kid, why should she start caring now?"
"I'm sure she does…in her own way. She just doesn't know how to show it," said Lindsay.
"Fuck her. She'd just drive me crazy anyway," said Brian as he gave Gus a kiss on the nose. "Isn't that what mother's are supposed to do? Christ Gus and you've got two mommies. You'll be in the psych ward before you turn 13."
Lindsay scoffed. "He will not. Don't listen to your daddy, Gus, he's being silly."
"I'm being serious. Look how screwed up Mikey is after having a mother hanging over him his entire life," said Brian.
"Well…we're all fucked up in someway. Some more than others," said Lindsay as she ran a finger down Brian's nose.
The sound of a throat clearing caused them both to look in the doorway. Leaning against the frame was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed orderly holding a bucket of water and a sponge. "It's time for your sponge bath Mr. Kinney."
"Oh is it now?" said Brian in a seductive voice, making eyes at Mr. Goodsponge.
"That's our cue to leave," said Lindsay as she gave Brian a quick peck on the cheek and collected Gus from his lap. "Anything I can bring back for you?"
"Hmm, let see, how about a bottle of Jim Bean, some E, GHB, Special K, a cigar and some lemon squares?" said Brian.
"Settle for just the lemon squares?" asked Lindsay.
Brian rolled his eyes. "I suppose I'll have to. Bye Linds."
"Say goodbye to daddy," said Lindsay as she held up Gus's hand. Gus started to wave.
"See ya Sonny boy," said Brian as he waved back.
Lindsay stepped past the man at the door, giving him an amused smile and then turned the corner out the door.
As soon as she was gone, the orderly stepped forward, dipping the sponge in the water and squeezing it out. "I've heard you're very dirty."
"Filthy," said Brian as he pulled down the sheets covering him and removed his hospital gown, revealing his naked body. "I need a very thorough cleansing."
"I'm sure I can take care of that," said the man, winking. He sat down on the bed next to Brian and slowly brought the sponge down to Brian' s stomach, squeezing out some warm water onto the bruised up skin. He slowly worked the sponge up and around Brian's body in concentric, mind blowing circles. Brian's eyes closed and he fell into a half trance as the sponge and warm water was worked over his body. "Oh god," he murmured as he felt the sponge rubbing across his cock. "You'll want to get that really clean," he urged.
"They say cleanliness is next to godliness," said the orderly as he began grating the sponge over Brian's cock.
Brian groaned and arched up into the touch. "Well than I guess I'm next in line to be worshipped all over the world," he whispered in ecstasy. "Ooooooh," he cried out as he felt the sponge rub his balls.
The sponge started working harder and faster until Brian couldn't stand it anymore. He half-opened his eyes and stared at the blurry head of blonde hair leaned over his crotch, rubbing away. "Oh Fuck Justin!" he yelled as his body stiffened, cum shooting out of his cock.
He collapsed onto the bed, his body making its aches and pains known as he attempted to catch his breath. The sponge was still working across his skin, soaking up all the wet spots that the hand job had left behind.
"Who's Justin?" asked the orderly as he finished cleaning up Brian.
"Huh?" exhaled Brian, still coming down from the high.
"When you came, you yelled Justin," said the man as he put the gown back on Brian and tucked him back under his sheets.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," said Brian as he stared up at the stud.
The man shrugged. "Whatever, man. I'll be back tomorrow, same time." He collected his bucket of water and sponge and stepped out the room.
"Yeah, sure," said Brian unenthusiastically. He reached under his pillow and pulled out half a joint, along with his lighter. He quickly lit up and sucked in a deep puff, the movement not helping his sore chest. He grimaced and then exhaled, the ringlets of smoke seeming to form pictures of Justin in midair.
TBC