"Damn," Justin murmurs as he runs his hand through his hair, "I am so
dead....."
Brian peeked his head out from the bedroom, "Is she gone?" he whispered.
"Yeah" Justin said with a smile on his face, "But you know she's gonna
castrate you, right?"
Brian winces and cups his balls. Brian walked into the kitchen to go heat up
the cold Chinese food, "Your mother
staring at my sack kinda... turned me off...." He said with a forlorn look
on his face, "That's just too weird."
"Okay for the sake of my sanity, never repeat that my mother looked at your
sack...." Justin said.
"You hungry?" Brian said as he held out the beat up box of moo shu towards
Justin.
"No thank you, I kinda lost my appetite at your last comment." Justin said
as he went into the bedroom to try and
scrub the image of his mom staring at Brian out of his brain....
next day…
Justin walked through the blistering cold winds back to the loft after his
last class. He walked up the stairs to the
apartment building to find a small dog curled up at the door. Justin looked
both ways expecting it's owner to
appear out of nowhere. When he saw no one he bent down and tentatively
petted the dog, "Hey, there...little
fella..." the dog just looked at him.
"Hey it's pretty cold out here, where's your owner?" When the dog didn't say
anything, Justin frowned, stood up
and unlocked the door and went up to the loft.
After a nice hot shower and a change of clothes, he rummaged through the
kitchen for something to eat. Finding
nothing but the still half eaten beaten up box of moo shu his stomach
churned.
There was absolutely nothing to cook either, so Justin put on his coat and went
out into the cold.
After shopping at the supermarket and spending a ridiculous amount of money
on grocery's with Brian's credit
card, he returned to the loft to find the dog still on the stairs shaking
from the cold. He got that little warm fuzzy
feeling in the pit of his stomach and couldn't help but bring the dog
upstairs into the loft, Brian would
understand…he hoped.
Brian parked the Porsche and unlocked the door to the apartment building and
made his way up to the loft. It had
been a long day and all he wanted was a good meal ( Justin's ass) and a
warm shower (with Justin). He took the
stairs two at a time and went into the loft.
"Something smells good" Brian said as he walked into the kitchen to find
Justin wearing an apron that said 'kiss the
cook' "Don't mind if I do" Brian said as he laid a big wet one on Justin's
startled mouth.
Justin laughed and told him to get changed because dinner will be ready in
ten.
Brian went into the bedroom leaving his stuff on the floor and taking off
his clothes as he headed towards the
bathroom. Suddenly a very nasty smell hit him, "What the..." SQUISH.
Brian froze as his foot landed in something squishy and kinda clumpy. He
looked down to see the biggest,
smelliest piece of crap right between his toes. "Oh hell no..." Brian said as he
lifted his feet, "JUSTIN!!!!!!!"
Justin ran from the kitchen as he heard Brian scream his name, not that
Brian screaming his name wasn't
something he wasn't used to
He entered the room to find a very angry looking Brian half naked standing
in dog
shit....
"Um, Brian...I can explain....." Justin said as he came closer to Brian who
had a shit covered foot up as he hopped
along towards the bathroom on the other.
"Yes, please do explain why you kinda missed the toilet by a couple of
feet."
Justin felt his cheeks heat up, "That wasn't me..." Justin said trying to
figure out the best way to explain why he
had housed a stray dog.
"Oh, well I'll alert the authorities to a wild man that goes into people's
apartments and takes giant dumps on their
floors...."Brian said as he grabbed a washcloth and turned on the shower.
"No...I kinda...well...you see....there was this...dog...and ...he was
cold..." Justin looked up to see Brian looking
at him as if he was retarded.
"And I felt kinda bad for him.....so I brought him in ....and you
know,...feed him...he's asleep now" Justin finished.
"Wait" Brian said as he held up his hand, "I need to get this shit off my
foot- no pun intended- and then you can
explain this to me. Just please go clean up the crap -still no pun intended-
before I get out, and maybe I'll think
about taking you seriously."
After taking a nice long shower, Brian was feeling slightly more rational
since there was no longer shit embedded between his toes. If Justin
hadn't run into the room so fast and looked so concerned, Brian would've
given him a nice spanking... well actually that's not such a bad idea, Brian
thought...hmmmm
He went in the kitchen to see dinner set out and Justin giving him a big
smile. There is going to be some major
ass kissing tonight Brian thought, literally
"So where's the mutt?" Brian said as he took a seat and started eating.
Justin sat across from him, "he's around
here somewhere." he said.
As if to make his presence known the dog buried his head in Brian's lap,
making Brian jump. "Hey get your face out
of my crotch!" Brian yelled and the dog slunk away throwing sad looks at
Brian.
"are you sure that thing is a dog? It looks more like a rat to me…." Said Brian.
" yes Brian… I'm sure it's a dog. I looked it up online… it's a Teacup Maltese."
" what the fuck is that?"
" I know.. I've never heard of it either…"
" that… thing… is not a dog…a German Shepard…that's a dog… that's just a rat
with more hair."
" aww Brian!" said Justin ," you're gonna hurt Brian jr. feelings…."
" Brian jr.???" said Brian ," no way in hell are you naming that…thing after me…"
later that night…
"mmm…Justin…yea…keep rubbing…mmm yea…right there…"
" Brian…BRIAN!," said Justin," that's not me"
Brian opened his eyes and saw that Justin was sitting beside him in the bed…
And he was laughing….
" well if its not you then…OH HELL NO!!!!" he yelled…
he looked down to see…what he still hesitated to call a dog…humping his upper thigh.
" MOTHER FUCKER! GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!" he yelled as he
tried to pry the dog off his leg.
" DAMMIT JUSTIN! HELP ME!"
But all Justin did was sit where he was and say…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Brian leapt out of bed and started jumping up and down…
trying to shake the dog loose.
When he finally did…he ran practically screaming into the bathroom.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! EW EW EW EW EW !!!!!!!" he said.
He was about to jump into the shower when he heard a loud thud.
He went into the bedroom to see Justin had fallen on the floor and was now
rolling around laughing at him.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! I CANT BREATHE," he said between laughing fits.
Brian ran back to the shower and jumped in, fully clothed.
He was scrubbing at his leg when Justin walked in.
"damn…that Brian jr. is a horney little bastard…just like his namesake…" he said
" shut the fuck up" Brian said as he tried to wash off the foul stench of doggie
lovin.
It was three hours later when Brian finally emerged from the bathroom only to find
Justin and that same horney little bastard curled up on the bed…
sound asleep.