CHAPTER THREE – What was that about?
Chapter Notes:
Brian gets closer to knowing what he wants and how he's going to get it.
Story:
One day Lindsay had asked Brian to pick her up from the Gay and Lesbian Center on his way home from work. As he arrived there he saw that most of the lights were off and no one seemed to be around. He entered the gallery calling "Lindsay?"
"She's not here. She just left with Melanie." Justin's voice came out from behind a display wall.
"Oh, Hey Justin. She asked me to pick her up."
"She said she was going to text you, I think." He emerged from behind the wall and approached his friend.
Brian looked at his phone. "Oh, yeah. Here it is. I missed that. So, Mel picked her up?"
"Yeah, they were giggling and kissing. Yeccckk!" Justin made a face as he walked toward the piano to pick up his messenger bag there.
Brian laughed. "Munchers, what're you going to do with them? Well, it's good that Lindsay has someone that she's interested in. So do I, for that matter." He pushed the blond up against the grand piano, and cornered him on the curved section on the side of the piano. He pulled him in and kissed him, softy at first and then more passionately. "I can't hold back any longer, Justin. I have to have you."
"I want you, too. But not here. How could anyone even do it here?"
"Well, first, I'd wrap my arms around you and do this." He kissed him passionately.
"Then I'd pull your shirt off of you and turn you around to face the piano." He spun him around.
"Then I'd take your pants down and expose that perfect ass." His hands went from the young man's waist down his butt as if he was sliding his pants down. Justin moaned in appreciation.
"Then I'd prep you with lubed fingers and get you ready for me." He ran his fingers up and down the outside of the seat of Justin's jeans.
"Aaahhh. Mmmm, yes."
"Then I'd pull out my stiff nine inch cock and ram it inside you." He began to rub his pelvis against Justin's.
"Oh, my God."
"You're so hot and I'm so ready for you. Are you ready for me?" Brian asked.
"Fuck. I'm so turned on."
"Your virgin ass is going to be so tight around my cock."
"I swear I'm going to come."
"When I fuck you it will be so good. I'll fuck you so hard."
"Yes!"
"My hips pounding against you. My cock in your ass."
"Oh, yeah."
"You feel that, Justin?"
"Aaaahh. I'm gonna … aahhh."
Brian reached around and slid his hand down Justin's stomach and into the front of his pants, grabbing onto the stiff cock inside. He wrapped his fingers around it and jerked in time with his thrusting.
"Oh. That's … Aaahh! Brian!" He leaned his head back and they kissed.
"That's it. Come now, Justin. I want to feel your juices in my hand." He licked the side of the blonds' neck and bit at his ear lobe.
With that Justin came all over Brian's hand. His head snapped back and he let out a loud yell. He was in ecstasy. It was the most powerful orgasm he could ever remember having. Brian held him up to keep him from buckling to the ground.
After Justin's breathing returned somewhat to normal, Brian said, "If I can't fuck you today, Justin, it will be soon and it will be fantastic."
Justin turned to him and said, "Find a place where we can be alone; a place with a bed. Not just a motel. Somewhere we can be undisturbed. Then I'll be yours."
They continued to kiss. Brian slowly removed his hand from Justin's pants. Then they heard someone walking down the hallway approaching the gallery. They looked up to see Susan, one of the owners of the Center.
"Oh, Justin, Brian. I thought I heard voices. I'm just going to lock up. You're done now Justin?"
He blushed and smiled. "Yes, thanks Susan. Come on, Brian. Let's go." Justin held his bag in front of him to hide any questionable wet spots that might be visible.
When they got outside, Brian walked Justin to his car. He stopped the young man before he could get away. "This isn't over, Justin. I'll find a way to have you."
"Just let me know where and when." Justin smiled and they kissed. He got in his car and drove away leaving Brian in his own thoughts. Now, how to achieve my goal?
That night, Brian asked Deb to take Gus out for ice cream. Brian needed the kid out of the house so he could have what he assumed would be a heated discussion with Lindsay. As much as he hated any conversations like this, he knew it was time to have a talk with her.
Deb was more than happy to spend time with her 'grandson', Gus. She picked him up and they took off for the local ice cream parlor.
Brian watched them pull out of the driveway and then turned his attentions to Lindsay. "We need to talk."
"What's up, Brian?"
"I want a separation. I need to get my own apartment and live my own life."
"What? What about us? What about having a home for Gus?"
"I love Gus and I don't want to hurt him, but I can't keep living a lie and putting on this domestic front. Why don't you have your girlfriend Mel move in? Don't you want to be with her?"
"I can't do that because of what people will think. What would my parents say?"
"Fuck your parents. And who cares what people think? If you want to be with Mel then let her move in. I'll be out and on my own."
"I care what people think. We have the picture of a nice little family here."
"It's a fucking farce is what it is! Both of us homosexuals pretending to live this heterosexual dream. I think we should separate and maybe even divorce. I never considered myself married anyway."
"Is this so you can chase guys and fuck them at your own place?"
"It's about not living a lie anymore!"
"Or is it for Justin? I see the way you look at him. You've wanted him for months, haven't you? But you can't pick him up at a bar and screw him in the back room. He's too young for bars."
"This isn't about him."
"I think it is."
"Listen to me. Are you listening? I want out. I'll pay you child support. I'll pay half of the mortgage. I want to be able to see Gus – we'll have to work out some kind of joint custody agreement…"
"No! I'm not going to have everyone think our marriage failed just so you can chase men. I won't divorce you."
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to keep doing this. Living in this little fantasy you've created. I'm done, whether you like it or not."
"Brian, wait…"
But, it was too late. Brian left the house and spent most of the night at Babylon with various tricks in the back room. He came home at 3 am and slipped into his bed, vowing that this was one of the last nights.
I can't keep doing this. Lindsay, though, won't change. I have to force her hand. I have to do something to make a change happen. I'll be out. Mel will be in. Justin will be mine. Now what can I do to change things?
Brian formulated a plan and started to put things in motion in order to achieve his goal.
A couple of days later, Lindsay came home and found Brian getting Gus dressed in his good clothes.
Lindsay asked, "What are you two up to?"
Brian said, "I thought it'd be nice if we went to that Italian restaurant, Luigi's, where kids can make their own pizzas."
She agreed. "Oh, that'd be great."
Brian was finished helping their son into his good shoes. "Gus, go ahead and go the bathroom and wash up, then we'll go."
Gus ran off. "Yay. I love Luigi's."
Lindsay gave Brian a skeptical look. "What are you playing at? I didn't think you wanted the domestic front."
"I still think I'm going to need to make a change sometime in the future, but, maybe not now. I don't want to hurt Gus." He paused and looked at Lindsay. "Besides, apartments are fucking expensive. I don't how much I can afford."
"Oh, so reality set in, eh? OK. We'll make it work, Brian. You'll see."
He smiled and kissed her on the lips, something that rarely happened. Outwardly, they were back to domestic bliss. Inwardly, he still had an agenda.
The Peterson's were invited over for dinner at the Kinney family household one evening. Brian told Lindsay that a small dinner party was in order to celebrate his recent promotion to partner at the ad agency.
"Why don't you invite Mel, too?"
"As what? I can't tell my folks she's my girlfriend."
"Just say she's a lawyer who helped you with a lawsuit. That's true, right?"
"I suppose."
"And I'd like to have someone over to get Gus to bed, while the adults continue the evening after dinner. Maybe we could ask Justin. He won't turn into a pumpkin at eight pm like some of our other babysitters."
"Sure, he's been a great help to us. It'd be nice to thank him with a dinner. Maybe we can convince my folks that Mel and Justin are a couple." She giggled.
Brian forced a fake laugh. "Heh, heh. Yeah. That'd be fucking hilarious."
The dinner was set up. The Peterson's were there gushing over their grandson. Mel sat smiling in a corner, not knowing what to say or how to blend in with the WASP families. Justin helped Lindsay in the kitchen.
At one point Brian came into the kitchen to check on dinner. He pulled Justin aside and said, "We didn't invite you here to help cook. You're our guest."
"I know. I don't mind, though. I'm teaching myself how to cook. I like helping."
Brian put his hand on Justin's shoulder then leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. He put his hand under the young man's chin to look him in the eye. "I'm glad you're here tonight, Justin. You'll never know."
The blond looked up at Brian and could see there was some meaning behind what he was saying, but wasn't exactly sure what was going through his mind.
Dinner was served and conversation was polite and light. Mel was placed next to Justin and they talked and laughed. The way Lindsay led the discussion, Brian could see that she was trying to convince the Peterson's that Mel and Justin were a couple. How neat for her little picture. Well, there's a surprise coming for you, old friend.
After dinner Brian asked Justin to get Gus ready for bed. The little boy dutifully circulated the room saying his goodnights to Grandma, Grandpa, 'Ms. Mel', Mom and Dad.
When it was Brian's turn to say goodnight, he hugged his son for a long time. "Goodnight, Gus. You know that your Dad loves you very much … no matter what, forever and ever. Right, Sonny Boy?"
"You betcha, Daddy. I love you, too."
Justin took the young man's hand and led him upstairs. He thought that it was kind of unusual for Brian to make that much of a fuss over Gus for a simple goodnight, but he chalked it up to the family time with Lindsay's parents.
After Gus went up to bed, Brian poured himself a shot of whiskey and stood next to Lindsay. The Petersons were talking about a cottage that they were thinking of renting for a week for themselves, Lindsay and her sister and their families. Brian winced at the thought of keeping up the domestic bliss act 24/7 for a whole week. It was time.
"Did Lindsay tell you that I'm going to be getting an apartment closer to work?" He asked.
Lindsay's eyes got really big and she gave the Brian the 'not now' look. He just smiled at her.
"An apartment? Why Brian? Is the drive really that tough from here?" Mrs. Peterson asked.
"Well, I thought if I had my own place it'd be better for everyone. Then Lindsay could be here with Mel."
Lindsay jumped up, "Oh, Brian! Such a kidder." Secretly to him she whispered, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Mrs. Peterson was confused. "Why would she want to be here with Melanie?"
Melanie stood and gave Brian a glaring look. Justin was just descending the stairs to hear the next exchange.
Brian said, "Well, they are in love, after all. Aren't you Lindsay? I'm so happy for them both. They deserve to be together."
"What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?" Mel faced Brian.
"I'm just telling Mom and Dad here how you and Lindsay are girlfriends and I'm getting my own place to allow you two to be together."
Lindsay slapped Brian. "Get out of here, Brian. Get the fuck out of here."
Mr. and Mrs. Peterson were still in shock. Justin tried to move past the living room to sneak out the door. Lindsay started to cry.
Mel hugged her protectively. "It's OK, baby. It'll be OK." The Petersons got a clearer picture when they saw Mel holding their daughter in a warm embrace.
Mr. Peterson stood up and said, "What the hell is this about, Lindsay?"
Mrs. Peterson said, "Answer your father!" Lindsay just looked at them as the tears streamed down her face.
Brian saw Justin retreating. "Where are you going, Justin?" He grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his side.
"Nowhere, I was just…" Brian silenced the blond with a kiss, then pulled back and smiled at him. He swatted him on the butt, pushing him in the direction of the door.
"Let's go together. Whaddya say I encourage you to do some underage drinking? C'mon, we're outta here." He grabbed his coat and Justin's, then turned to the room full of shocked faces. He took one last look at Lindsay. "Don't wait up, honey."
"Asshole!" Melanie yelled as Brian and Justin exited the front door.
Once they were outside, Justin turned to Brian. "What the fuck was that about?"
Brian was running his hands through his hair. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. He opened them to see the questioning look on Justin's face. "Well, that went well didn't it?" He touched his freshly slapped cheek.
"I just thought I was starting to figure you out, but then you pull something like that and I'm mystified again."
"I prefer to keep an air of mystery about me. I can use a drink. Care to join me?"
"I think the glass of wine that I had with dinner is enough."
Brian approached Justin with a look on his face that he'd never seen before. Vulnerable? Wounded? He asked, more like implored, "Please, Justin, come with me tonight."
The blond sighed, seeing that he was needed. "OK. Where do you want to go?"