CHAPTER ONE – What Nice Pieces!

Chapter notes:

7 yrs later

Story:

Brian walked into the art show at the Gay and Lesbian Center. It was not his favorite place, but Lindsay was one of the organizers of the show and he promised her he'd be there. He spotted her across the room and walked up to her. "Hey, honey." He kissed her on the cheek, their standard greeting.

She smiled at him. "Hey, Brian. Thanks for being here. It's about an hour before you have to relieve the babysitter. You should look around. There are some nice pieces here."

"Thanks. I'll do that." Brian grabbed a glass of red wine and sauntered around the room looking at the pieces. He'd studied art in college, so he had enough of a wary eye to know the good from the bad. Also, he'd seen enough art created at the ad firm where he worked to know composition and form.

And then he saw him. A young man with short blond hair had just walked up to Lindsay to talk to her. The kid was perfection. A tight blue t-shirt hugged his body in a most seductive way. The jeans he wore were tight enough to display his perfect ass. The young man's eyes danced as he spoke, and his lips were perfect and pink. He was an entrancing combination of youth and innocence, with enough sex appeal to make the whole package absolutely enthralling to Brian. I have to meet this guy.

Brian approached Lindsay and the young man. "Lindsay, introduce me to your friend."

Lindsay could see the predatory look on her husband's face and knew it well. "Brian, this is Justin Taylor, one of the artists here. Justin, this is my husband, Brian Kinney."

The sweet lips spoke to him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kinney." They shook hands.

"Call me Brian. Where is your work, Justin? I'd like to see it."

"Sure." He turned and nodded to Lindsay to excuse himself and then pointed Brian in the direction of some sketches. "These are mine. I'm hoping to go to Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts after I graduate from high school."

Brian studied the kid's work with a discerning eye. He was genuinely impressed. "These are very good, Justin. I like your shading techniques. Very nice." He stepped back and looked all of the way down Justin's back to that perfect ass again. "Very nice, indeed."

Justin turned around and caught Brian looking at him. The young man blushed a most delicious shade of pink. He asked, "What are you looking at now?"

"One of the finest asses I think I've ever seen. Lindsay told me that there were some nice pieces here, now I see what she means."

"Why, Mr. Kinney. I thought you were a happily married heterosexual with a wife and kid."

"I am happy. I have a kid. I am NOT heterosexual. I'm damn glad for it the longer I'm looking at you."

"But, you and Lindsay…?"

Brian sighed, realizing that he'd have to explain. "Lindsay and I dabbled in heterosexuality when we were in college. Just did it once, but enough to get her pregnant. Parental pressure forced us to get married. Neither of us ever came out to our parents. Gus is our son and we love him."

"Lindsay is …"

"A muncher. Homosexual. Lesbian."

"I had no idea."

"Well, we are at the Gay and Lesbian Center, Justin."

"Did you ever tell your parents …?"

"No. You?" Brian asked.

"My mom knows. She just found out. My dad doesn't know. He'd probably kill me."

"How did your mom react?"

"She's trying to be cool about it. She's having a hard time wrapping her mind around it, though."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I, um, no."

Brian got a slow smile on his face. He could see the innocence and even smell it about the blond. He leaned over and whispered in the pink shell ear. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"What? No." Justin blushed again. "Well, maybe, technically…"

Brian raised one eyebrow. "Yes?"

The kid sighed, knowing he'd been found out in the presence of this experienced man. "OK. Yes, I've never been with a man."

"Would you like me to change that?" Brian moved in closer and put his hand around Justin's waist.

"No. Thanks for the kind offer, but, no."

"Pity. The things I could do to you." He said as his nose and lips traced flirtatiously at the blond's cheek and neck.

Justin closed his eyes. The heat from this sexy man was making his head spin. He could feel the desire radiating from the man's body penetrating his own. He developed a bulge in his jeans that Brian noticed.

"You want it too, don't you?" Brian asked with a smile.

Justin decided that changing the subject was his best defense at this point. "I'm confused. You're married in this, uh, mock marriage, so you just pursue men in your spare time?"

"I go to bars and score with guys all of the time. Ask around. They call me the stud of Liberty Avenue."

"Do you take them home?"

"No, never there. That's my son's home, too. Lindsay and I agreed from the start that any pursuits we had were OK, but they had to be at someone else's place or, in my case, in the back room, steam room or alley of my choice."

"Well, you date guys, though, don't you? You've spent the night at some fellow's house once or twice, right?"

"I'm not one for relationships. I don't believe in love; I believe in fucking. It allows for the maximum amount of pleasure with the minimum amount of bullshit."

"So, if you had me, I'd just be another notch on your belt, then?"

"Well, maybe. But you'd really, really enjoy the experience." With each really, Brian pulled Justin closer.

"I'm sorry. I want my first time to be special. I'll be with some guy at his place … with a bed … privacy … maybe soft music." Justin spoke as if in a little dream of his own. Then Brian's reality set in. "Not with a roving stud in an alley. Thanks. Enjoy the show." Justin walked away.

Brian could do nothing but watch that perfect ass walk away. Damn, he's hot. Sweet too, but with a sexy quality I can't deny. He continued to walk around the show, but every few seconds he'd be gazing at Justin again.

Lindsay approached Brian. "Stop staring. You're embarrassing yourself. He's only seventeen, Brian. You know I don't tell you who you can or can't chase, but, really? You're thirty."

"I'm twenty nine! Besides, he's perfect, Lindsay. I have to have him. I can just see myself bending him over that grand piano right now and fucking the shit out of him."

"Down boy. Don't forget that you promised the sitter you'd be home by eight. You know how difficult it is to get a good sitter. Go home and take a cold shower or whack off, I don't care, but get out of here." She kissed him on the cheek.

He sighed and accepted his fate of being the responsible father. "OK. I'll go." As he left, he walked up behind Justin and pressed his bulge into the crack of the blonds' jeans, causing him to gasp. "This isn't over, Justin. Later."

Justin watched as Brian walked away, looking over his shoulder.

After the art show, Lindsay became a mentor to Justin. She liked him and appreciated his artistic talent. She agreed to write a letter of recommendation for him for art school.

Brian would run into Justin at the Diner or when picking up Lindsay at the Gay and Lesbian Center. He would make moves on Justin, but the kid, although attracted to Brian, didn't give in. Throughout all of this back and forth banter, though, they did get to know each other better. Justin loved meeting Gus and watching Brian with his son. They were quite the duo; the kid obviously the smaller version of the man. Over time, when dining with Lindsay at lunch, Justin met Emmett, Michael, and Ted. They invited him to hang out with them at Woody's, but Justin didn't want to spend money on a fake I.D.. He was saving for college.

One day Brian got home from work after a long day and dropped his briefcase and coat on the couch before yelling his standard greeting, "Hey, Lindsay … Gus?"

"Daddy!"

"Hey, Sonny Boy!" Brian said before a small brunet ball of energy ran up to him and jumped into his arms. "How's it going today?"

"It's great. School was good and my new babysitter picked me up after school, just like Mommy said he would. He made a great peanut butter 'n jelly sandwich for me and he likes drawing, Daddy. He even drew a cool picture of you. Come and see."

Justin stood in the kitchen doorway and smiled at Brian. "Hello, Mr. Kinney."

"Justin. How did you? …" Brian was surprised, pleasantly so, to see the young man. He could feel his cock twitch in his dress pants at the sight of Justin.

"Lindsay stopped by my house this morning to give me her letter of recommendation for PIFA. When she was there she mentioned that she had a ton of errands to run and no time for them. So, I offered to watch Gus after school. She gave me a key, talked to his teacher and he knew I'd be picking him up." Towards Gus he said, "And we've been having fun ever since, haven't we, G-man?"

"Yep. Show him your picture, Justin." Gus was giggling and clapping his hands.

Justin rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled a drawing off of the scattered pile on the kitchen table. He handed it to Brian. In the drawing, Gus was on a bench at the Diner with his father. Brian was looking down at his son with love and joy in his eyes. The focus of the picture was Brian. Every detail of his features were like a photograph. He captured the eyes, the mouth, and the hair – all with amazing detail.

Brian was temporarily speechless at the drawing. It was so beautiful and the eyes drawn in the picture summed up the love he had for his son. He took a breath and said, "This is wonderful, Justin."

The young man was always critical of his own work. "It's OK. It's still rough. I wanted to put in more background and just add to the detail."

"I think it's perfect the way it is. Lindsay will love it. May we keep it?"

"Sure."

"See, Daddy. I told you he was a good draw-er. Come and see what I did, too!" Gus pulled his father over to the kitchen table.

Brian dutifully looked at Gus's drawings with the usual amount of positive parental comments. His eyes occasionally, though, wandered over to Justin, who was smiling at the whole scene. For the first time Justin could remember, the looks he was getting from Brian were not lust-filled but admiration and respect. The busy ad exec appreciated that Justin was so good with his son and helpful to his wife. He often groused about Gus being around Lindsay's lesbian friends and worried about too many women and not enough men in the kid's life.

After Lindsay returned home, Justin packed up his bag of drawing supplies and got ready to leave. He started to refuse any payment for babysitting, but Lindsay and Brian insisted.

Brian walked him to the door while Lindsay brought Gus upstairs to wash his hands for dinner. Justin thought OK, here it comes. Brian will try to put his hand on my ass or whisper some come-on in my ear. To his surprise, though, he shook his hand and said "Thank you."

Justin smiled and said "Any time." He patted Brian's right shoulder with his other hand.

Brian didn't let go of the young man's right hand, but instead pulled it gently so that they were standing even closer together. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto Justin's lips. "Good night."

The blond was a little surprised at the move, but in a good way. It was genuine and sweet, unlike the usual predatory Brian. Justin instantly wanted more, but resisted the temptation to go any further. He smiled, went to his car and drove away. His thoughts and fantasies that night were all about Brian. His lips are so sweet; I could've just kept kissing him.

Brian, too, was preoccupied with thoughts of his encounter with Justin that day. Initially, he was thinking of how happy Gus was with his new babysitter and how good Justin was with his son. Later, though, Brian's thoughts drifted to the kiss and what more could have happened there. I just want to ravage that body and fuck him all night long.