CHAPTER FOUR – Where he wants to go

Chapter Notes:

The blond sighed, seeing that he was needed. "OK. Where do you want to go?"

Story:

Brian smiled. "Let's hit Woody's. There's a place that I park around back. I can show you. Just park next to me, OK?"

"OK."

They drove for about ten minutes and got to a parking lot near Woody's, but actually in the lot for an apartment complex. As they exited their cars, Justin could see that there was a pilot case in Brian's back seat. "Are you going on a trip?"

"I'm already off, Justin. C'mon, I'll buy you a drink."

"I'm underage, remember?"

"I'll buy two beers and you'll drink one. Simple as that."

They entered the bar and followed Brian's plan.

Justin took a long look at Brian. He considered him a friend now. They'd known each other for months and had gotten pretty close. The chase was always there … the older going after the younger. But Justin refused any kind of sexual contact. He knew he wanted losing his virginity to be special, romantic and on a bed. He wasn't going to have a quick fuck with Brian or any other guy in some backroom for his first time. That didn't mean that the blond didn't think about what sex would be like with Brian. He looked at his strong hands and remembered them exploring his body. He looked at the long legs and imagined them tangled with his own. He saw the bulge in his pants and imagined all of the wonderful things contained therein.

As well as Justin thought he knew Brian, his actions of that evening had him bewildered. Why out Lindsay to her parents?

"How are you feeling, Brian? Are you OK?"

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic."

"Where are you going to stay tonight?"

"I have that figured out. Don't worry."

"What you did tonight to Lindsay…"

"… Needed to happen."

"Aren't you worried Lindsay will try to take Gus from you or something?"

Brian got a pained look on his face, and then took another swig of beer. "Better he should know the truth about us while he's young. My lawyer says that I'm his father and I should be able to get visitation rights."

"So, you've already spoken to a lawyer? You had this planned?"

"I'd known for some time that I could no longer live the lie, Justin. It had to end." Brian finished his beer. "Are you done? There's something I want to show you."

"Um, yeah." Justin swallowed the last of his beer while Brian waited. The blond tried to lighten the mood a little. "You're not going to pull me into a bathroom stall, are you?"

"No, unless you want me to." Brian smiled a sexy smile.

"Hmmm. No, thanks. You know my opinions of that type of encounter."

"All too well, Justin. Get your coat on. It's just a short walk from here."

They walked out the back door and Brian walked to the Jeep to retrieve his pilot case. Then he led Justin to the nearby apartment building. Brian got his keys out and opened the security door. They went up the stairs to the second floor and he opened the door to an apartment.

"What's this?" Justin asked.

"My new place."

"You .. you're renting this?"

"Yeah, signed the lease a couple of days ago. It's not much, but I have an idea what I want it to look like."

"It's nice, just kind of small compared to the house." Justin looked around. There was a small kitchen with nice appliances. There was a modest living room/dining room area with a couch, table and two chairs. Down the short hall was a bedroom and bathroom with towels neatly hung. In the bedroom there was a king sized bed with side tables and small dresser. There were already clothes hanging in the closet. Brian had obviously planned to have it appointed enough to be able to stay there a while. At the end of the hallway was an empty smaller second bedroom.

Brian opened up the pilot case, took out an armload of clothes and put them in the dresser. "There, I've just moved."

"So, this is where you're going to live now?"

"Yep. I need some more alcohol. Care for a shot?"

"No, thanks." Justin still had a very quizzical look on his face.

Brian smiled at the blond, and, as he walked by, pulled him in for a one armed hug. "Thanks again for being here."

"Sure." He sat on the couch and watched Brian pour some Jim Beam in a glass. "Do you think that Mel will move in with Lindsay?"

"I'm almost sure that's what will happen now. They have professed their love to each other. I've known Linds for a long time and I've never seen her so crazy about someone. I don't like Mel, but I do think she's good for Lindsay. Mel is grounded … a lawyer … a realist … tough. Lindsay is an artist-type, no offense."

Justin smiled, "None taken."

"She can be a bit of a dreamer and Mel will pull her back to reality. They're good together."

"Aren't you worried about seeing Gus again? Or visitation, or whatever?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's what hurts the most. I don't know when I'll be able to see my son again, or how often. I don't want him to think I abandoned him and his mom. I'm sure Mel will paint a less than desirable picture of me to my son. I can't imagine what kind of vile words will come from her mouth. It's killing me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, deep in thought.

Justin put his hand on Brian's arm. "I'm sure he'll want to see you again. You'll work it out. The second bedroom is for him, right?"

Brian nodded. "Yeah, it's for Gus." He took a drink. "Lindsay was never going to change. We argued. I couldn't do it anymore." He stood up. "Fuck it! I know what I want and that's not it." He tossed back the last of his drink and got up to walk back into the bedroom. He kicked the pilot case into the closet and slammed the door.

Justin followed him and watched the scene. "What do you want?"