Brian
The first thing I noticed out-of-place was the sun shining intensely into the room. There is no unwanted sun in my bedroom; there were very expensive room-darkening shades that made sure of that. I reached my arm out and felt Justin's presence without opening my eyes. My head was throbbing. There was an unpleasant screeching noise coming from down the hall. "Daddy" the voice kept calling.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed to no one in particular. "Where. The. Fuck. Are. We?"
With that Justin rolled over, "Don't you remember, we both got too drunk to drive, we came home with Michael and Ben."
"Oh, right", I said. The screeching voice must belong to J.R.
"Daddy, I can't find my ballet shoes. I need them." the voice continued.
Loud footsteps up the stairs, a door slam, followed by a firm knock at the door and I was officially although unpleasantly awake.
"Jesus Christ, Come in", I called out in my most annoyed tone, simultaneously reaching over to cover our naked lower half's with what looked like a quilt. A god damn quilt! What has happened to Michael, I thought to myself. "Do you know what time it is?" I barked at Michael as he entered.
"Sorry guys", he said not really in an apologetic manner pulling the closet to the guest room open. "J.R. left her ballet shoes here and Mel is waiting to take her to class. Besides, it's afternoon."
Justin laughed before reassuring Michael, "It's ok, we need to get up and get home. I have to paint today if I'm going to make my deadline."
Looking at me, he gestured for me to hand him his underwear that was lying on the floor on my side of the bed. I reached over and tossed them at him. He waited for Michael to find the shoes and leave the room before kissing me and sliding them on.
"Not so fast Sunshine", I grabbed his arm as he was climbing out of bed. "You're going to have to do better than that".
He giggled and sat back down on the bed. He disappeared under the covers and went about taking care of me.
Justin
I glanced at the clock when we got home, shit it was after two already. I was going to have to work tonight instead of going to the movies with Molly as I had planned. As soon as we got home, Brian headed to the bedroom for a nap and I headed to the studio, stopping by Molly's room to tell her hello and apologize for canceling our plans.
I opened the door to the guest room after knocking gently but not really waiting for a response. "Oh fuck", I said loudly seeing a man's bare ass flash before me. I closed my eyes and shut the door hastily, leaving only a small crack. "Um sorry Mol", I choked out. "I didn't know you were…um…entertaining someone".
Molly could barely stop her embarrassed fit of laugher. "That's okay Justin; it's about time I repaid the favor".
I shut the door trying to banish the image of seeing some strange naked guy on top of my sister and headed to the studio.
Once in the safety of my studio, I reached for the old jeans and black t-shirt I always painted in, quickly changed and started my creative process. I had to complete three additional pieces for the upcoming show and working on Brian's painting had put me into a serious time crunch. I had strong ideas for the first two, but nothing had really formed for the third. I turned on my music and began sketching an outline for the first piece.
Brian
It was almost four in the afternoon when I woke up from my nap. I could hear the slight hint of music coming through the walls that told me Justin was still painting. I grabbed a quick shower, popped a few more ibuprofen and changed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror unpleased with the image. A night out was taking longer, and longer to recover from. I rubbed anti-aging cream into my face and dotted some eye cream to hide the puffiness. Maybe I need to lay off the cigarettes.
I left the bedroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was mildly amused to be greeted by an attractive stranger that judging by the football jersey and ill-fitting jeans, I gathered was a heterosexual. "Who the fuck are you?" I asked barely looking at him and grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge.
"Hi, um I'm um Mark", he sputtered out. "You must be Brian".
"Well hi um Mark", I said giving him shit. "What the fuck are you um doing in my um house?"
"Knock it off Brian", Molly said entering the room and kissing me on the cheek.
Mark just stood there looking adorably uncomfortable and confused.
"Mark's just leaving", Molly grabbed his hand and walked him out. I peeked out the window to see Molly give Mark a passionate sendoff kiss. Damn, little Molly has a new beau, I thought to myself. I grew concerned this might complicate Justin's baby plans.
Molly re-entered the kitchen slightly red-faced and grabbed some water from the fridge.
"Hi Molly, have a good night last night?" I teased her.
"Yes, very good", she said suggestively. "Don't you think Mark is gorgeous?"
"He's not really my type", I responded.
Molly laughed, "Oh yeah, I seem to remember blond teenagers being exactly your type".
"I meant, he's not queer enough for me darling". I placed my hand on my hip in disapproval taking a sip of my juice. "Not that I haven't been known to convert a straight man on occasion".
"Hands off Brian", she warned, "that man is mine!"
Molly headed out to the pool to read leaving me alone in the downstairs. I didn't want to interrupt Justin so I grabbed my laptop and headed to the couch to check email.
Justin
I stopped painting when I noticed the natural light was all but gone from my studio. Painting only with artificial light frustrated me. I picked up my sketch pad and willed an idea for the third and final piece to start flowing from my hand. Nothing was coming to me and my hand was fairly fatigued after the hours of painting so I cleaned up my supplies and went to check on Molly and Brian.
I finally found them in the media room. A western, looked like "High Noon" was playing on the screen and they were ironically sharing a joint. I grabbed the joint from Brian and chastised him. "You need to lay off the pot mister, it can kill your….."
I paused seeing Brian's face panic at the almost mention of his sperm count in front of Molly before we had talked to her about the surrogacy. I quickly recovered, "….sex drive?" I plopped into Brian's lap and turned to see Molly's reaction.
"Really?" Molly asked. "I have never heard that before. It's never affected mine."
"Gross Mollusk", I said exasperated, "I don't want to hear about my little sister's sex drive. Let alone bear witness to it, so keep your tricks out of the house." I took a drag before passing it back to her.
"Now, now Justin", Brian teased, "Little Molly just wants to get laid like everyone else. You don't want her going home with a strange man she meets outside a bar, now do you?"
I kissed Brian for his reference. "I guess not, she might pick up a stalker" I teased nudging him with my shoulder. I leaned into him and let him kiss me passionately. When he placed his hand on my dick, Molly stood up and excused herself with a hearty sigh to let us know she was annoyed.
We continued to make out until my stomach growling interrupted us. "Are you hungry?" Brian asked.
"I guess so, I haven't really eaten today." I admitted. Brian frowned and urged me to get up.
"C'mon Sunshine", he said guiding me by the waist out the door. "Let's go to the kitchen and get you something to eat, then I'll take care of your other needs." He jested reaching around to grab my semi-hard dick over my pants.
I sat at the island in the kitchen while Brian made me a sandwich. "Do you want some chips or fruit?" he asked placing the sandwich on the plate in front of me.
"Sure", I replied while nodding and taking a bite. I was hungrier than I thought.
Brian grabbed a bag a chips from the pantry and placed them in front of me. He turned to grab some grapes from the fridge and washed them for me at the sink while I devoured the sandwich.
He ate a few grapes before picking one off the vine and placing it at my lips. I took it in my mouth and he leaned down to kiss me while sitting down next to me.
"You need to take better care of yourself if you're going to be a dad, you know" Brian said to me rubbing the back of my head.
Brian
After Justin finished eating, he convinced me to join him for a workout. I would have much rather fucked his brains out but I guess there was always time for that later. Justin had developed a recent roundness to his stomach he was determined to work away. His once 30 inch waist was more like a 34 these days. I rode the stationary bike as he did crunches on the ab machine.
"You know" I offered, "You would get better results if you did those on the floor and worked your upper and lower abs at the same time. I can show you".
He moved to the floor and I gave him a few exercises to try that my trainer had suggested. I admired his body as he moved. It amused me that he now had to work to keep his "perfect twink physique" he once bragged about but I appreciated that he wanted to look good for me. I felt the same way, agonizing over loose skin or slack. I hit the weights even more these days than Justin knew, sneaking in workouts with Ben after work occasionally to keep me motivated and looking as good as I did at twenty-nine.
"Maybe I should hire your trainer" he said frustrated.
"Whatever you want dear", I laughed. Justin had been talking about hiring a trainer for two years. He preferred cardio to weight lifting and mostly went to the gym only so he could be hit on by men in front of me.
We finished our workout and headed outside to the hot tub to relax. I turned the jets on and we climbed in, Justin sat next to me, turned sideways and placed his legs over mind. I rubbed his calves as he updated me on the progress of his paintings.
When he was done talking, I broached the subject of Molly and the surrogacy. "You know, Molly is awfully young to get pregnant, and there's her school. Plus if she has a boyfriend now it might not be the best timing for her. Maybe we are asking too much."
"You're not changing your mind, are you?" He said with a horrified look.
"Calm down, we are just talking." I reassured him. "I just think maybe we should look at other alternatives."
"Like what?" he asked
"Well we could still ask her to donate the egg, but just find another woman to carry the baby. Like Lindsay. She said she might be willing to." I searched his face for a reaction.
"Or Daphne", he countered.
"Or we can hire a surrogate", I suggested "You know it might be cleaner than asking someone we know. So it's like more of a business transaction, you know rent-a-womb. Daphne or Lindsay would want to be involved with the baby, part of the baby's life, have a say in how we raise it. Like Michael and I do with Gus and J.R. Do you want that?"
Justin smiled and brought his lips to mine. "The baby should have a mother-figure. I mean, especially if we have a daughter. We wouldn't know what to tell a teen-age girl about being a woman. She wouldn't have a grandmother to ask either."
Justin looked deflated as he stepped out of the hot tub. I could tell the fantasy in his blond little head of a little bundle of joy, the perfect mix of him and I was being over shadowed by the harsh reality of the difficulties for two gay men trying to have a baby.
I placed a towel over his head drying his hair. He looked up at me; his eyes showed the hurt he was feeling inside. I kissed him softly on the top of his forehead.
"Don't worry Sunshine, it will work out." I hugged him and I held him in our embrace until he pulled away.
Justin
I woke up Sunday morning to the toilet flushing. Brian was already up. I checked my phone to see the time: shit nine-thirty already. I flopped out of bed and into the bathroom to take a piss. Brian was just getting in the shower.
"Good Morning", he chirped too cheerfully in my opinion.
"It's late, you should have waked me." I said sternly.
"You have an alarm and you're a big boy now", he shot back, "Have somewhere to be?"
"No, you know I need to work", not suppressing my annoyance.
"Well someone is in a mood this morning" Brian said while turning his back to me and soaping himself.
I opened the door to the shower and joined him rushing the process by immediately wetting my hair and applying shampoo. In the back of my mind I felt bad that I was being such a shit but couldn't help myself. We showered together but barely touched. He left the shower without as much as a glance my way.
Brian and I rarely fought anymore but we occasionally went through periods of just basically being annoyed by everything the other did. We would bicker. This was how the morning started and continued throughout getting dressed and having breakfast. I worked all day and most of the evening in the studio glad to be alone with my thoughts and prevented from letting my pissy mood continue to cause a rift. I would make it up to him later.
I emerged from the studio having put in a pretty full day. I went looking for Brian but instead found Molly watching television. "Brian went out", she said.
"Did he say where he was going?" I asked still annoyed.
"To Michael's first for dinner, something about meeting Hunter's new girlfriend, than he mentioned he might go to Babylon with Emmett and Ted."
"What the hell", I spouted, "Well that's fucking great that he just up and leaves without telling me".
"Damn Justin, what crawled up your ass?" Molly barked, "Maybe if you didn't bite our heads off when we interrupt your work, we would be more inclined to tell you this stuff as it was happening."
"By the way", she continued with a smirk "He asked me to tell you to join them if you felt like it when you were done working and he specifically told me to tell you that after you're finished being a fucking drama queen about his leaving." She laughed, "Man he knows you pretty well".
I couldn't help but smile at Molly's observation. He does know me well. I went upstairs to change and texted Brian I was planning to meet him. I also texted that I was sorry I had been a shit.
As I was walking out the door, Molly let me know she might have company again tonight.
Brian
The thumpa-thumpa could be heard alive and well outside of Babylon as I waited for Justin to arrive. I didn't really need to wait outside for him but he had been in such a mood, I figured it was safer than having him scour the club looking for me. I spotted him as he approached the club. He paused under the street light I first met him and smiled. His walk sort of adjusted to the beat of the music when he was crossing the street. I held out my arms to welcome him. He kissed me and apologized for his earlier attitude again.
"That's okay", I shouted over the music as we walked into the club, "as long as you're better now".
"I am", he nodded. "Let's get a drink".
I ordered our drinks and headed over to Ted and Emmett. "Where's Blake?" I asked.
"He's dancing", Ted gestured to his boyfriend Blake dancing with a really attractive Latino.
I raised my eyebrow at Ted suggesting that he might have a problem with this arrangement. Ted shook his head no, "he's a friend… from the program". Blake still worked as a drug and alcohol abuse counselor and many of their friends were recovering addicts.
"Let's dance", Justin said pulling me on to the dance floor. Emmett joined us and we laughed as he was accosted by an older, portly man grinding on him. Emmett took it all in stride. Justin wrapped his arms around my waist and moved to the beat. "Would you like to join me in the VIP suite Mr. Kinney?" he suggested.
We headed up to the curtained off area where men lounged in various stages of undress engaging in a multitude of sex acts. The scent of sweat, cum and latex filled the air. I secured us a semi- secluded spot in the back and Justin unzipped my pants rubbing my growing cock. I was turned on by his aggressiveness. It's been awhile since we had sex in public but he signaled that was exactly what he wanted as he turned around and lowered his pants after handing me a small bottle of lube and a condom from his pocket. I reached around and slipped my hand under his shirt and felt his warm skin. I started grinding my still clothed dick against his ass. I kissed the back of his neck and breathed in the scent of his hair. Using my teeth I opened the condom and discarded the wrapper on the floor. Justin leaned over adjusting his height and positioning for me to enter him. I discreetly pulled my cock from my pants and placed the condom. Rubbing some lube on his opening and slipping a finger in his ass to prime him before sliding my cock in, I began fucking him quickly. He bucked backward matching my pace letting a small groan escape his lips as I ram him. He braced himself against the wall as I thrust into him harder approaching an orgasm. I grab his hair and kiss his neck as I explode. I reach around to his cock, stroking him trying to finish him off as well.
"That's ok" grabbing my hand and turning his neck to meet my kiss, "You can suck me off later. I just wanted to be fucked right now." He tucked his dick back in his underwear and pulled his pants up. I removed the condom and discarded it. We headed back to the guys and joined them on the dance floor. I held Justin closely as we danced, it was just like old times.
