Two weeks post-trial
"So, did you decide where I'm whisking you away to?" Brian asked his partner, who was sitting cross-legged on the loft floor, vacation pamphlets scattered everywhere. He had to smile at the mess currently surrounding the bare-chested blond, who was biting his lip in concentration. "Although, whisk might not be quite the word I'm looking for here," he decided. "At least I won't have to worry about you not picking someplace warm, because by the time you get through looking over all those travel brochures, it will probably be August anyway," he grumbled good-naturedly, receiving a mature stuck-out tongue from his partner in response.
Kneeling down behind Justin, he wrapped his hands around the other man's neck, resting his chin on the blond's shoulder as he peered at what his partner kept studying in his hands. "Mykonos? Is that where you want me to have my way with your tight little ass?" Brian whispered in his ear seductively, his tongue poking out to slowly lick and tenderly bite around the blond's earlobe as he received an appreciative shiver in response. He tantalizingly caressed his partner's pale chest in gentle circles, waiting for his response.
"You know," Justin finally said, a little breathlessly. "You're terrible for a guy's concentration." Turning his head to witness the tongue-in-cheek smile the brunet suddenly sported, he couldn't help pulling the other man's head down for a solid kiss to wipe that smug, pertinent little smile off his handsome face.
Chuckling and now out of breath himself, Brian softly reminded him several seconds later, "You still didn't answer my question, Sunshine," as he turned the other man toward him to pull both of them up to stand face to face. Keeping both of his hands around the other's waist, he flattened Justin against him, pulling back just enough to look at the sapphire eyes that were positively twinkling. You've no idea how long I've waited to see that look back in your eyes, he couldn't help thinking.
Justin smiled before confirming, "Yeah, I think this is the one." Reading off the brochure still grasped in his hand, he read, "superb beaches, white-washed steps and houses, state of the art bars and discos;" he noticed Brian's eyes light up at the mention of the last part. He excitedly continued reading the narrative, "Jeep safaris, daily excursions to the archaeological site Delos, scuba diving….."
"Okay, okay, Sunshine, you've convinced me," Brian replied, not being able to keep from swooping down to briefly steal another kiss from the full lips he knew so well. "But I told you before – I don't care WHERE we go as long as my sexy little twat is with me," he teased, earning a swat from his partner. "I do have one small request, though."
Receiving a puzzled expression from the blond, he released his grasp on the other man and reached into his pocket to pull out an object that he clenched in his hand. Shaking his head slightly and frowning slightly, Justin asked, "What is it?"
He noticed Brian inexplicably seemed almost shy as the brunet explained, "Instead of calling our little trip to Greece a vacation, I'd prefer to call it… a honeymoon." He then opened his palm slowly to reveal two platinum and gold wedding bands. "That is, if you don't mind a small stopover in Vermont on the way over." He fidgeted a little awkwardly as he waited for his partner's reply.
Justin was stunned as his mouth hung open; this was the last thing he expected. He knew he and Brian had grown even closer during the ordeal with Prescott, and then the subsequent trial, and he knew they loved each other deeply. But he never in his wildest dreams thought his partner would want to commit to him in such an overt way. He couldn't help sounding a little skeptical as he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want, Brian? I know you love me. We're partners and we live in this wonderful loft," he smiled reassuringly. "That's enough for me," he assured them.
"No, it's not, Sunshine," he countered gently. "And guess what? You want to know something even MORE amazing – it's not enough for ME, either." At Justin's look of surprise, he continued, "I mean it. In case you haven't noticed, Mr. Taylor, I haven't been to Liberty Avenue for quite some time now," he reminded the blond. "Some sexy, creative little vixen with a bubble butt that won't quit has been keeping me quite busy lately, thank you." His intense stare at Justin caused the blond to blush slightly; even now after all this time his partner could make his face flush with the slightest look and the husky sound of his voice. "So what's it going to be, Mr. Taylor? A "fuck you senseless" vacation or a "fuck you senseless" honeymoon?" The older man's eyebrows rose as he looked at the other man expectantly and just a little anxiously. Okay, Sunshine, I'm hanging out on a fucking limb here – how about an answer!?
As he realized his partner was deadly serious, Justin's "allergies" finally kicked in as he looked up with eyes awash with unshed tears of happiness and love for this man who had stood by him all this time. He wiped the tears away from his eyes as he answered, "I think a "fuck you senseless" honeymoon sounds just about perfect." As Brian smiled and reached for his hand to place the ring on the slender finger, Justin grasped the brunet's wrist to stop him. "If it's okay with you, I'd prefer to not put it on until the ceremony," he answered his partner's unspoken question shyly. Smiling in agreement, Brian placed the two rings gently back in his pocket. "Sentimental little twat," he whispered before leaning down to pull Justin into a passionate kiss to properly seal their agreement.
Continuing to hold his partner loosely in his arms, Brian pressed, "Are you sure you're okay with getting married without family and friends present? If it means that much to you, I would be willing to fly them in for the ceremony, you know," he assured his partner.
"I know, and I love you for being willing to do that, even at the expense of being pegged as a lesbionic fag," Justin teased. "But actually, I'd rather it just be a simple ceremony with just the two of us. Then we can celebrate with everyone when we get back. Okay?"
"Whatever you want is okay by me, Sunshine," he verified to his lover. "As long as I maintain the standard wedding night rights as outlined in the Queer's Guide to Proper Fucking Handbook.
Justin rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he smiled. "I'm sure that can be arranged," he answered formally. "But I think we need to do a little dress rehearsal first for the wedding night, don't you?" he purred softly.
"You mean an un-dressed rehearsal, don't you?" the other man asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Yes, of course," Justin readily agreed. Echoing an earlier time in their relationship, he stated solemnly, "In that case, you may start….immediately." Brian didn't need any further encouragement, as he pounced on his partner, grabbing the other man by the back of his knees and throwing the rest of the slender body over his shoulders, as Justin shrieked in mock alarm before bursting out laughing at the other man's antics. They were just about to move into the loft's bedroom for a "full-blown" wedding night run-through when they heard Brian's cell phone ringing in his jacket pocket. Continuing to carry Justin long enough to gently place him down on the king-sized bed, Brian reached into his pocket to glance at the caller I.D.
Justin tensed slightly when he noticed the serious expression that abruptly appeared on the brunet's face as he advised, "It's Greg."
Justin sat up in the bed as Brian joined him before flipping the phone open. "Hi, Greg," he answered. "Yeah, Justin's with me – what's up?" he asked, somewhat anxiously, as Justin's face also revealed his tenseness. Brian automatically reached over to hold the blond's hand and caress it with his fingers in an attempt to calm him as he listened to the attorney.
Justin sighed in relief and relaxed somewhat when he saw Brian's face break out into a smile. "That's GREAT news, Greg," he responded, looking over at Justin to verify everything was all right. "Yeah, I'll tell him. That fucker's not the ONLY one going away – but I have no doubt OURS will be a lot more enjoyable than his stay will be," he added, laughing derisively. In answer to Greg's question, he explained, "You might stay Justin and I are going on a little celebratory vacation."
Brian spoke to the prosecuting attorney for a few more minutes before closing with, "Yeah, thanks for everything, Greg. You did a hell of a job; now Justin won't have to worry anymore. Yeah, I'll tell him – thanks again, bye."
Justin looked at him expectantly as Brian placed the phone down on the nearby nightstand. "Greg just got back from the sentencing," he verified. He and Brian had earlier decided they did not want to be present for this phase of the trial; Matthews had assured them of what the minimum guidelines for Prescott's crimes would be and after all the emotional turmoil the trial had created, Brian had persuaded Justin not to attend; the last thing he wanted for his partner was to endure any more emotional upheaval at the hands of the man who had haunted the blond's nightmares for so long now.
He smiled at Justin. "Our pit bull prosecutor asked for and received the maximum term for Prescott's conviction on the assault and kidnapping charges. AND he got the judge to agree to run them consecutively. Meaning…..by the time Prescott finishes his 20-year jail term for the assault AND the 35-year-sentence for the kidnapping charges, his dick will be too old and wrinkled to get it up for even such a tight ass as yours, Sunshine."
Justin's lips broke out into one of his most radiant smiles as he rapidly rained butterfly kisses all over his partner's face. "It's finally over, baby," Brian verified as he returned the kisses fervently. "Now we can move on to more pleasant tasks. Speaking of which," he struggled to talk as his partner aggressively moved to take off all of his partner's clothing, kissing each delicious inch of the toned flesh as it was exposed and dramatically undermining the brunet's ability to talk, "I believe we were about to conduct an un-dressed rehearsal of our soon-to-be wedding night?"
Justin stopped only briefly to answer, "What do you think I'm DOING?" before proceeding to rapidly divest the man he loved of the rest of his clothing. "I think I'm a slow learner, though – we're definitely going to have to work long, hard hours, deep into the night," he advised seriously, eliciting a chuckle from his partner.
"We'd better get started right away, then," he laughed as he tickled the blond mercilessly.
"Stop it, you asshole!" Justin giggled exuberantly.
Brian finally acquiesced after several seconds of torture with his wonderfully skilled hands. Turning serious now, he told his partner, "It's been a long time since I've seen you this happy."
Justin responded tenderly, "I AM happy. And I love you, Brian."
"I love you, too, you twat. Now shut up – I'm busy here," he answered in a mock growl as he lovingly began to demonstrate to his partner the first lesson from his edition of the Queer's Guide to Proper Fucking Handbook.
"Yes, Mr. Kinney – with pleasure."
A/N: TBC? Anyone want a honeymoon/wedding or should I end it here? Thanks for all your feedback!